Hades Michae
The Yellow King
NAME: Hades Michae
FACTION: Coruscant Rotary Club & Primeval
RANK: Witch Spellweaver
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE: 33, though he looks to be somewhere in his mid-50's.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’ 0”
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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[SIZE=14pt]Strengths[/SIZE]
Dog with a Bone: Once given a problem to solve or an item to find, Hades does not give up until he’s completed what he set out to do. He does not let anyone or anything stand in his way.
Completing the Impossible: Although he’s known to go off on a tangent, he isn’t prone to overcomplicating things. Instead, his ability to process situations makes it easy to get to the bottom of things and find the truth of a situation, even if the journey is strange enough to thwart another mind.
[SIZE=14pt]Weaknesses[/SIZE]
Stuck in my Spine: Due to earlier periods of drug abuse in his life, Hades experiences intense and random flashbacks and hallucinations that sometimes can occur at the worst moments. This can affect his ability to escape danger. The drug abuse also damaged him enough physically that while still fast, he is not as strong as he might have been if he hadn’t spent so much time ruining his body.
You Need to Stop Saying Things Like That: Hades is, honestly, hard to be around. He’s wrapped up in his own head, living in a world similar to everyone else only in the sense that he’s bound by gravity and the laws of the universe. He often says things that make other people uncomfortable, or truths that go better unspoken. This makes it difficult to maintain lasting friendships and relationships as he makes other people unhappy.
[SIZE=14pt]Appearance [/SIZE]
Like avatar. Appears much older than his age due to past/ongoing heavy drug abuse.
Biography
Born and raised on Nar Shaddaa, it is safe to say that Hades was a product of nurture over nature. His early childhood was marked by the comings and goings of his parents, two people he still does not fully understand to this day. He could gather they worked for the Hutts though not willingly as he remembers their haunted expressions when they came home more than anything else, a cold silence to their homelife that sucked the spirit at odds with the dirty, loud city life right outside their window.
Eventually there was a day they didn’t come home. It was four days and the moment the last of the food ran out that Hades decided they weren’t coming back. Eleven years old was a hard age to make the decision to up and leave the only home he’d ever known, but ever practical, it was better than dying of starvation and really…he hadn’t liked them much anyway. Years on the street taught Hades a street-savvy that worked well for him, eventually not having to steal, beg, or borrow because he was picked up by a man named Ilias.
Ilias ran a crude gang of street urchins, kids that could get what they wanted through silver tongues and clever cunning, always taking a majority of the cut for himself. It was a business plan that put all the risk on children that nobody loved or would miss and all the rewards to Ilias himself. It didn’t take Hades long to become one of the kids with the best plans and the best results. His connection to the Force, something he was fully aware of but completely untrained in, also helped him become more intuitive and to stay out of scraps he couldn’t win. He was sent on ever more increasingly dangerous jobs of questionable end goal – although not a killer by nature, it didn’t bother him either…something he learned by doing. Some of the kids he ‘worked’ with however, were not as detached as he’d always seemed to be and turned to drugs to ease the press of reality for a while. Hades took to participating simply because he had nothing better to do at first, but eventually because he couldn’t stop. He craved main-lining the truth of the universe, sinking in to hallucination and stupor and rising up to a reality so stark and real it crackled in his vision.
Eventually, Ilias’ poisonous brand of hubris caught up to him and he was found by one of the urchins, stabbed to death with a note from the Hutts stuffed in his mouth – it was dangerous to cross one of them at all, let alone for so long on one of their home planets.
Ten years later and drifting for the second time in his life, Hades set out and continued to run jobs for those he’d met along the way during the years in the dirtiest parts of Nar Shaddaa. Another two years however, and he was ready for something bigger. He had somehow managed to get free of the hold of the drugs after a vision he will never talk about. For the last ten years, Hades has honed his skill sets with blasters, make-shift weapons, and taught himself the basics of pushing and pulling with the Force though he doesn’t know much more. Somewhere out in the Galaxy there’s a place in need of his particularly unsavory set of skills, and he’s determined to find it.
Without something to focus on he’s a dangerous man.
[SIZE=14pt]Ship[/SIZE]
Ilias’ old personal ship that Hades took upon his death. It’s nothing special, a one-seater just enough to get from planet to planet in good time. No weapons to speak of.
[SIZE=14pt]Kills[/SIZE]
None yet.
[SIZE=14pt]Bounties Collected[/SIZE]
None yet.
[SIZE=14pt]Role-Plays[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]PERSONAL[/SIZE]
How I Met Your Assassin - Catching up with the girlfriend of an old friend, possibly doing something besides considering truth of the universe.
It's All In The Little Things - Meeting Khaleel Malvern, an invaluable contact in the world of crime.
But Stranger Still is Lost Carcosa - PENDING
Andromeda - Hanging out on Maena, contemplating existence.
[SIZE=14pt]CORUSCANT ROTARY CLUB[/SIZE]
Little Shop of Horrors - Meeting the dudes that'll be his best bros for life. Or something.
It's Not Eazy At The Top - Ew, rats.
Under The Sea...Sort Of - Hades turns to Matsu Xiangu for help with said rat infestation.
[SIZE=14pt]DOMINIONS & OTHER FACTION STUFF[/SIZE]
Cults & Cathedrals - Primeval Dominion of Ord Janon
Z is for Ziost - Primeval Invasion of SSC-Controlled Ziost