Krytu
Ruthless
NAME: Krytu Fornask
FACTION: Abrion Corporate Alliance
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Kokku
ALIAS: Foewv
AGE: 127
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2m / 6.7 feet
WEIGHT: 178 Lbs
EYES: Blue - mechanical
SKIN: Dusty tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND NOT-SO-STRENGTHS:
(+) Acrobatic - Krytu's long legs have sometimes been a hindrance in his life. But with hindrances, one must look for the positives. The length of his legs and general makeup of his body have allowed him to be very agile on the field and...in other places...
(+) Precise - His mechanical eyes that replaced the real ones many years ago calculate patterns and outcomes in the blink...wait...he doesn't blink. This allows him to have precise movements when it's really needed most.
(+/-) Ruthless - He basically dislikes the entire galaxy. He wants to kill everything. Except for the things that help him kill things. Those are good things.
(-) Primitive mind - His species never got very far unfortunately. This means that Krytu's methods of solving things tend to be fairly primitive or crude and doesn't allow for easier methods of doing things.
(-) Learning the hard way - He doesn't every really think out his actions and jumps into things without thinking of the consequences.
APPEARANCE:
Krytu dresses in simple rags of his people mixed with a few mechanical and synthetic enhancements and fixes. His long beak structure was replaced with a synthetic beak (a common sight in the Kokku) that is four times as strong as the original. His piercing blue eyes are always alight with the mechanical glow that gives away the fact that they ARE mechanical. Various pouches hold all sorts of menacing pointy objects up and down his body. A long hose hangs off of his back, ready to be connected to a port on his chest that allows him to breath quieter by injecting oxygen directly filtered through the air. And a small hose just beneath his neck allows air to actually be put into his lungs when he breathes in. An accident severed this connection and this hose was the only fix available.
BIOGRAPHY:
Chapter One: The fact that I am still alive and one of my species is incredible. Our bodies are able to live a lot longer than most mortals of this realm, yet that does not mean we do not die just as easy in other ways. I was born in the slums of a larger Kokku village on our home planet Jivanada Dharaka. This is the place I was most likely to die in. I lasted 20 years there before a small civil war within the village broke out. I left to the large industrial city of Ugi where I would be in less danger. But that is really a lie. I am a danger to others! None are a danger to me. I will fight anything if it means I can kill it. And the big city became my turf.
A rising gang took me on when I was about 32 years of age. I started out doing small jobs that they put all new bloods through, but I did them better. And they saw this. I moved quickly up through the ranks. I was approached by the boss one day, a wealthy, old, and dapper looking Zabrak. He said to me that he wanted to begin training me for a specific mission. By this time I had learned not to argue but just go with what I am told. The training began shortly after. He taught me weird things. Things that I didn't understand but could nonetheless do. I learned everything he taught me the best I could and more and more I began to understand that everything I was being taught was for assassination. Yet I said nothing.
A few months had gone by. My training continued rapidly. Then the day came. Boss Zabrak came to me and said that he was giving me the final orders that I would ever here from him:
"Here is a location. You are to go there and kill everyone inside this building without hesitation. NO HESITATION!" He yelled, "You must not think, Krytu, you must do it. And use the tactics we have been practicing. Goodbye."
His words confused me and I was tempted to ask a question. But I had my orders. That evening, after gathering my things and saying my prayers to the gods I knew didn't exist I moved into the night. My breath fogged in the slightly cold air as I moved in the shadows and the rooftops.
After an hour of traveling I made it to the location. Seven, no, eight men outside. Cameras. Lights. There were patrols constantly moving around the house. Whoever was inside had some of the best security money could buy. That mattered not. I positioned myself and waited until a patrol passed and then quickly scrambled up the side of the two story building. I avoided all the cameras luckily. Once on top my fingers moved quick and my work had begun. Unpacking a long sling of rope, I scouted out where there were guards standing alone that would pass out of sight for longer periods of time from their colleagues.
With a small tool that I only understood how to to one thing with, I froze the image on the camera in my way for those watching inside or wherever they may be. Then with a good anchor on the rope, I grasped the other end and lowered myself slowly just as a patrol had passed around the corner. A long, skinny dagger slid slowly up the back of the head of the guard, instantly severing all connections from the brain to the body. There was no cry, no yell. Just a final breath.
With the rope fastened around the dead guard, I quickly climbed the building and pulled him up. I repeated this entire process for the other four stationary guards. The patrol was the harder part. I would have to reveal myself for a couple of seconds before they all died. A fact that I could not do much about without raising an alarm. By now the cameras were all frozen and hopefully the watcher did not think anything of it. But it was better than getting me on camera...
A big leap from the top of the building landed me on top of one of the three patrol men. My blade slid out from his neck and I threw it into the neck of the farthest from me. I rolled and tackled the remaining guard and shoved my long claw-like nails into the sides of his neck. 1.45 seconds flat. A decent time. I left the bodies and returned to the top of the roof. A small ventilation shaft lead me into the house.
Inside I spent time crawling through the cramped vents to scout the place out. I found a total of three persons inside: the guard asleep at the security camera station, a man that I couldn't quite see, and his whore. Above the vent screen for the guard, I quietly removed it using an acidic solution to separate it quietly. I dropped down and simply put my blade directly into his forehead. A small chocking sound. But nothing the other man would hear. Speaking of which. He was next.
Outside of his door, I readied two throwing blades. A final breath and I kicked the door open. A knife shot from my hand. The whore. Dead. Then another knife. But it did not hit its mark. I missed. On purpose. I hesitated. The boss. The target was the boss.
He stood and walked over to me having grabbed my throwing blade from the wall next to his head. "You failed me," he said. "You hesitated. I believed in you." His tone was almost sad before he shoved the blade into my chest. "Leave me."
I made my way to a gang hospital, barely breathing, barely conscious. I woke up hours later. The tube they told me was linked to my lungs. They said my breathing would feel weird. It did.
There is no way that I could stay on this planet. Probably not even the city. A ride I got hooked up because of a buddy took me away to Axxila. A city planet in the outer rim. A local gang picked me up and I though I had a family. I survived there for 40 years. I was 73 by now. Still fairly young for my people. My synthetic beak and unique armor that allowed for my hoses to function gave me an older look.
Towards the end of the years that I prospered there, I had risen pretty far into my new gang. Then they decided they had no use for me. They gouged my eyes out. But one of the gang I had actually grew close to managed to sneak me away from the spot in which they left me to die. He took me to one of the best doctors in the local area and he turned out to be an engineer working with robotic body parts.
After getting patched up enough so that I wouldn't die, he began work on mechanical eyes that would function better than my originals ever did. A month of blindness before he finished. I forgot what it was to see as I lived with this doctor. But when he finished them, an eight and a half hour surgery had them in my head and connected to my brain. I awoke a week later after the shock had put me into an odd coma. The doctor thought he had messed up until I finally awoke.
I thanked the doctor. He gave me some directions. Then I simply left. Revenge was on my mind.
A vendor of weapons that I had made connection with gave me a few simple blades. A week later, every single member of the gang I was in (my friend was nowhere to be seen) lay dead in a pile. This planet was now dead to me. Finally I went to Taris. The planet I have been surviving on since.
I am in yet another gang. But I grow bored of the city life. And the powers that Boss Zabrak taught me. I want to learn more. Only, I don't know where to learn more. I have seen no one use these powers before. I don't often use them either in fear of persecution. But there has to be a way...
Chapter Two: Having not found much success on Taris, I spent more time researching my next move. I would go to Taris and attempt to join a new gang there. A simple task it seemed. But much to my dismay, I was beaten brutally when attempting to make contact with a few of the members of the local gang. This led to me meeting Raziel. A man that saw more in me than just a killing machine. No. He saw a completely different side to my ability to kill. I was to become trained in the Force.