Grosck Bah'azet
Unspeakable
NAME: Grosck Bah'azet
FACTION: The Bryn'adûl
RANK: Crusader Commander
SPECIES: Draelvasier (Baedurin)
AGE: 3
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 9'1 ft
WEIGHT: 1.05 tons
EYES: White
HAIR: None
SCALES: White, black
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Heat resistance (Blasters, plasma, Lightsabers)
+Tough skin (Protects against blunt trauma and some kinetics)
+Extreme Strength (Capable of ripping the arms off a Wookiee)
-Large and slow
-Cumbersome and lacking grace
-Not good in cold weather
APPEARANCE:
Grosck is a large foreboding sight. He is heavily built, black and white scales traversing up and down his frame. His mandibles are illustrated by a large pair of horns stretching from either side of his face and chin. The scales have been burned entirely off the top of his head, leaving nothing but a large canvas of scar tissue. His beady white eyes stare out from his skull, hungrily peering for their prey. His entire body has been ritualistically scarred, so that his skin may form into a marble colored chitin which encompasses his whole body and offers it protection.
BIOGRAPHY:
Grosck was cloned and flash trained as all his brothers were, but only he had proven worthy enough to ascend to the upper echelon's of their society. During his time in the Kad'Maera he fought tooth and nail for every position he could. For every scrap of esteem he could garner. Even when his scarred brothers towered over him, he did not back down. He knew no meaning of the words retreat or falter. Through sheer strength of will he over powered his adversaries and bested them. He was determined to prove himself worthy of leading his people one day. He was hell bent on challenging the Chieftain.
But, before any of that could happen. After the two hundred and sixty day long grueling training and education regiment. Before he was even assigned a caste. It should be noted just how hard Grosck had to fight, and not just he, but every Draelvasier. For truth, should they fall, prove weak, they'd never make it out alive. They'd be cast aside to be fed to the drones, or even worse forced to join part of the horde. It was not a thing any wished to dwell on, many preferring to take their own lives than face dishonor. So shameful was the idea of being as lowly as a Sraelvun.
So, when Grosck went into the Bedla'korum, it was with no small amount of apprehension and an greater amount of determination, that he prepared himself for the next test. He watched as countless of those who were too slow to keep up in studies or too weak to fight were cast aside and made slaves to the drones. It was a sickening thought that he might have to answer to one of the lesser races... Grosck would not be dishonored, nor disgraced. He had yet to know a single defeat at the hands of an opponent and he was determined to keep it that way. Not only this, but he excelled in his studies as well. Proving himself an apt commander and sound tactician.
Having bested many of the judges in the display of sound mind and strategy, Grosck prepared to graduate from the Bedla'korum. He was now going to be thrusted into the next test. The Crusader's Kadis was a series of much smaller trials then the one's he had endured before. Unlike then he hadn't known so much, been trained so well. Now he was a born killer. A weapon sharpened by hate, and strengthened by a lust for power that only Grosck's kind could feel. It was now that he had to give it his all, and so he did. He made considerable leaps and bounds, far beyond what his instructors had expected of most his class. It was obvious. This Draelvasier was truly the son of Tathra...
Now Grosck sits at the head of a company of Crusaders and not just any Crusaders, but the Brutes. Best of the best. Time proven warriors who have seen many battles and just as many battles won. Grosck knows no meaning of the word defeat. He and his men can not be bested, they are as unstoppable as Tathra himself. Their genes, their training, and their strength will not allow for them to be destroyed. They are an unstoppable tide that even the mightiest buckle beneath. Grosck has never known defeat, and he'll continue to never surrender...
FACTION: The Bryn'adûl
RANK: Crusader Commander
SPECIES: Draelvasier (Baedurin)
AGE: 3
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 9'1 ft
WEIGHT: 1.05 tons
EYES: White
HAIR: None
SCALES: White, black
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Heat resistance (Blasters, plasma, Lightsabers)
+Tough skin (Protects against blunt trauma and some kinetics)
+Extreme Strength (Capable of ripping the arms off a Wookiee)
-Large and slow
-Cumbersome and lacking grace
-Not good in cold weather
APPEARANCE:
Grosck is a large foreboding sight. He is heavily built, black and white scales traversing up and down his frame. His mandibles are illustrated by a large pair of horns stretching from either side of his face and chin. The scales have been burned entirely off the top of his head, leaving nothing but a large canvas of scar tissue. His beady white eyes stare out from his skull, hungrily peering for their prey. His entire body has been ritualistically scarred, so that his skin may form into a marble colored chitin which encompasses his whole body and offers it protection.
BIOGRAPHY:
Grosck was cloned and flash trained as all his brothers were, but only he had proven worthy enough to ascend to the upper echelon's of their society. During his time in the Kad'Maera he fought tooth and nail for every position he could. For every scrap of esteem he could garner. Even when his scarred brothers towered over him, he did not back down. He knew no meaning of the words retreat or falter. Through sheer strength of will he over powered his adversaries and bested them. He was determined to prove himself worthy of leading his people one day. He was hell bent on challenging the Chieftain.
But, before any of that could happen. After the two hundred and sixty day long grueling training and education regiment. Before he was even assigned a caste. It should be noted just how hard Grosck had to fight, and not just he, but every Draelvasier. For truth, should they fall, prove weak, they'd never make it out alive. They'd be cast aside to be fed to the drones, or even worse forced to join part of the horde. It was not a thing any wished to dwell on, many preferring to take their own lives than face dishonor. So shameful was the idea of being as lowly as a Sraelvun.
So, when Grosck went into the Bedla'korum, it was with no small amount of apprehension and an greater amount of determination, that he prepared himself for the next test. He watched as countless of those who were too slow to keep up in studies or too weak to fight were cast aside and made slaves to the drones. It was a sickening thought that he might have to answer to one of the lesser races... Grosck would not be dishonored, nor disgraced. He had yet to know a single defeat at the hands of an opponent and he was determined to keep it that way. Not only this, but he excelled in his studies as well. Proving himself an apt commander and sound tactician.
Having bested many of the judges in the display of sound mind and strategy, Grosck prepared to graduate from the Bedla'korum. He was now going to be thrusted into the next test. The Crusader's Kadis was a series of much smaller trials then the one's he had endured before. Unlike then he hadn't known so much, been trained so well. Now he was a born killer. A weapon sharpened by hate, and strengthened by a lust for power that only Grosck's kind could feel. It was now that he had to give it his all, and so he did. He made considerable leaps and bounds, far beyond what his instructors had expected of most his class. It was obvious. This Draelvasier was truly the son of Tathra...
Now Grosck sits at the head of a company of Crusaders and not just any Crusaders, but the Brutes. Best of the best. Time proven warriors who have seen many battles and just as many battles won. Grosck knows no meaning of the word defeat. He and his men can not be bested, they are as unstoppable as Tathra himself. Their genes, their training, and their strength will not allow for them to be destroyed. They are an unstoppable tide that even the mightiest buckle beneath. Grosck has never known defeat, and he'll continue to never surrender...