Khrelan Arke
Your Backstabbing Prince Charming
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Wan-der-lust
/'wander-lest'/
(n.) A strong desire or urge to wander or travel and explore the world.
Aes-thete
/'Es-theet'/
(n.) A person who has or possesses to have a special appreciation or sensititvy to the arts, beauty of nature.
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StatisticsName: Khrelan K. Arke
Alias: AK
Faction: N/A
Rank: Explorer/Smuggler
Species: Human (Partial Manahaim)
Homeworld: Corellia
Current Locale: Wherever he can find a job or wherever he feels like going
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Seuxality: Asexual
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 110lb/48kg
Eyes: Dark teal blue
Hair: Dirty blonde/naturally brown
Skin: Fair
Markings: Scars from years of stealing, smuggling and crime, earrings, and traditional Mahahaim markings along torso and arms plus other tattoos on neck and back.
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths and Weaknesses(+): Flatter me- Khrelan uses his charming looks and clever personality as an asset to talk himself out of most situations or to get what he wants. Its how he gets by in most deals.
(+): Connections and Contacts- His years of smuggling and working on many different plants has gifted him with many contacts. Want a job? This buy can get you what you want, as long as he gets something out of it too. Hey, a guy's gotta get a living too.
(+): Speedy Feet- His half Manahim heritage gives him a lithe figure, natural agility and the ability to be extra stealthy than others. Khrelan can somehow squeeze himself into places others cant and run at high speeds. Though he isn't as fast as a full blooded Manahaim, this is two times if not three times faster than an average human's running speed.
(+): Need to Get Past That Blockade?- Khrelan prides himself on his piloting abilities and his beautiful ship, as most men do. A partial explorer, partial smuggler, and one time pirate, he has racked up a lot of experience over the years. Hey, he even has two years of training from the First Order under his belt.
(=): Living in the Present- Khrelan has a carefree 'I-do-what-I-want' attitude about life where he tends to throw his worries over his shoulder and worry about them later. While this outlook on life is less stressfull he can bury himself in trouble later on.
(=): Don't Sneak Around: His heritage grants him acute hearing senses at frequencies much higher than any other human's but he cant use echolocation like the rest of his race or full blooded Manahaims. His sight and olfactory senses aren't bad either, even in Manahaim standards. Due to this, he is also extremely sensitive to flash bangs and sonic devices. That will surely stun him for awhile.
(=): Not Afraid to Get Dirty- Khrelan doesn't mind being the first person to throw a fist and he has a tendency to do this to get out of a deal gone south if his charm isn't working. If his usuals aren't working, his second choice isn't diplomacy, its violence.
(-): Bravery or Recklessness?- He approaches dangerous situations with something some may call really brave or really stupid or a combination of both: reckless. Khrelan isn't shy at all; he will leap into a fight and uses all his senses and known tactics to help him win.
(-): No More- Even over the years, he has a considerably low pain tolerance. All Manahaim do, full blooded or not. Though he puts most of his less severe injuries off with a shrug of his shoulders, it does get in the way. His species also gives him more brittle and fragile bones to help them move faster across the terrain for survival, so they do break easier than humans. You gotta give something up to get something, right?
(-): Wanna Have A Smoke?- Khrelan goes to cigs to relief the stresses of the day in his spare time and boy, does he have a lot of spare time. When he's not working a job at least.
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BiographyHis origins aren't all that exciting.
Except for the smuggling. And the dogfighting. And pirates?
Young chubby faced Khrelan watched with wide cerulean eyes, cheeks smooched against the cool transparasteel, as his father's freighter weaved in and out between horried lasers like a ribbon's dance. One starfighter bursted into a fiery inferno, lighting up the backdrop in flames.
He smuggled (or at least helped) his Corellian father for much of his childhood, learning tricks here and there, listening to soft spoke words as calloused hands guide his tender ones on the shaft on how to roll the freighter. Khrelan's father never spoke of his mother and he didn't ask after the first bout the harsh words. He never really got a proper education; everything was taught by his father. How to read, how to speak Huttese, Rhodian, among others, how to fix the hyperdrive, how to pilot the ship in a dogfight, how to be Prince Charming. Maybe he was a little too young for that last one. His father pushed many things on his shoulders at a young age, but he never yelled.
Khrelan Arke was content with his life and felt satisfied where things were headed.
"Adaptation is a profound process. It means you figure out how to thrive in the world."
However.
As we all know, life doesn't go as planned. How great would that be if it did?
Unbeknosnt to them, it was one of his father's job contacts that betrayed them. Ambushed by space pirates, the father and son were split up with the son forced, practically enslaved, to work for them as compensation to the pirates' boss.
Twelve year old Khrelan told himself over and over again that maybe, just maybe, his father was still alive and that they were going to be reunited one day.
"Tomorrow. It'll be tomorrow," the boy whispered to himself in the dirty bunk.
12-18 yrs: Time with the pirates
The years passed without hearing a peep from his father. It was obvious why of course; he just refused to believe it. He was with the pirates so why would anyone even tell him anything and why would anyone, besides the pirates, know that he was the son of a lowlife smuggler?
Many times, Khrelan tried in vain to escape, but each time he was put down and punished. The pirates used his keen senses to be the lookout for danger while they boarded ships and stole cargo. Of course he was put with another man or two to guard him as well as keep lookout so the teenager wouldn't try anything. Another year or two flew by and he gave up on the idea of escape of finding his father.
As the teenager advanced into adulthood, the pirates became less of a captor and more of a crappily put together family of random thugs. They weren't overly cruel after all. They gave him food to eat, a roof or ship to live under and adventures to go onto.
He adapted, he changed and he grew.
"I just wanna go on more adventures. Be around good energy. Try new things. Grow."
Just before his 18th birthday, the First Order finally managed to capture the group of rag tag space thugs. They had grown quite famous across the galaxy, not that famous mind you, but famous enough so if you mentioned their name to a experienced smuggler, he'd scowl.
Arke was given a choice: to enroll in the training academy for pilots or be executed for his crimes along with the rest of the pirates. Turns out, they'd committed lots though some sounded suspicious just put there for the sake of putting it there. To make him look like one of those pyshcopaths who murder puppies and eat babies for dinner.
He reluctantly agreed.
Adapting to the pirates was a piece of cake compared to adjusting to this, he soon found. No more could he sleep whenever he wanted; there was curfew. No more could he chow down food whenever he wanted; there were specific times he could get food and the food didn't always look that appetizing. Most of it tasted like cardboard. The strict and rigorous schedule of go here, do that was tugh on his shoulders and it weighed heavily on his feet like heavy iron chains attached to a giant ball of lead. The young adult had a tendency to show up late to everthing too, which may or may not have been done intentionally to spite them, and the First Order wasn't so kind to tardies. He was constantly held after to be scolded, even though his skill of the TIE fighter was considered to be exceptional by the Order's standards. Khrelan was looked down upon by peers and officers alike.
To celebrate his 20th birthday, Arke successfully outwitted and escaped the First Order. It wasn't easy to get them off his tail the few months after but with the skills he remembered from his father, the quiet soothing whispers in his ear as a child, he did.
The First Order gave up.
And Khrelan K. Arke found freedom.
"To know what life is worth, you have to risk it every once in awhile."
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Ship: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/93745-ee-775-small-freighterKills: N/A
Bounties Collected: N/A
Clothing
Casual 1: http://blog.denimtherapy.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/balmain-gold-zipper-jean-jacket-vintage-wrangler-straw-embroidered-jean-jacket-prps-leather-collar-jean-jacket-helmut-lang-asymmetrical-hem-1.jpg
Casual 2: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7c/d9/8f/7cd98fe6571995b7869cc032bdf227c1.jpg
NOTE: Please ignore the mask. That isn't apart of his clothing lol. It's JUST the clothing. NO mask.
Stealth: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/f8/93/09f89370e22237604b006b8a933deb4e.jpg
Gun Holster: http://img01.deviantart.net/5cbb/i/2016/168/6/d/mandalorians_leather_accessories__star_wars__by_greatqueenlina-da6k8hf.jpg
