Kuxtal
Titan of the Stars
NAME:
KUXTAL K'ATUN
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Outlaw
SPECIES: Star Titan
AGE: 1515
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 9ft 10in
WEIGHT: 430lbs packed muscle
EYES: Pale Blue Sclera. Glowing Cayan Irises. White Pupil.
HAIR: Naturally Hairless.
SKIN: Sky Blue Skin.
FORCE:
Sensitive: Extremely So.
Alignment: Grey.
Level: Master.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
{General Strengths}
Giant Physiology: Able to lift several hundred tons with his immense natural strength, and the strength of the force flowing through his body. His bones and muscles are extremely dense and powerful.
Blessing of the Wish Plant: His mind is awakened even at a young age. To the galaxy, he is the prodigy of prodigies. Processing information a hundred times faster than the most advanced supercomputers.
Stellar Immigrants: Once in space, a Titan can draw huge amounts of stellar radiation and solar energy into their bodies to build up their strength. Once they have collected enough strength they can enter hyperspace and travel to other planets similar to the Purrgil. Also similar to other space faring creatures, they too are not required to breath while in vacuum.Maneuverability Rating: Moderate- Speed Rating: Average
- Hyperdrive Class: Average
{General Weaknesses}
Laws of Nature: Due to the Titans natural size and density, he sinks like a rock in water
Stellar Immigrants: Titans can only travel at hyper speed one jump at a time and are forced to rest for a day after each hyperspace jump to focus and gather their energy again.
{Social Strengths}
Silver Tongue: He is highly intelligent and speaks eloquently and can usually speak on an equal level about various topics with anyone he meets.
Leadership: He is charismatic and able to inspire and command very well. Able to inspire respect, loyalty, anger, hatred, or fear.
{Social Weaknesses}
World of Glass: Sometimes he misjudges his physical strength and power, accidentally breaking or hurting when he doesn't mean to.
Watch Your Head: His size is often a detriment when traversing the societies and structures of shorter races.
{Combat Strengths}
Giant Physiology: When he scores a strike, the power from his blow delivers devastation that could literally crush lesser beings.
Hide of the Zillo Beast: His skin is not lightsaber resistant, but he is extremely dense and hardy creating an effective shield against radiation, heat, cold, energy, and often blunt and slashing damage.
Mind and Body: His thirst for knowledge and his variety of interests drove him to learn every available form of martial arts and self defense, and even some that are unavailable, achieving adept skill in each one. and mastery of some.
Mizu no Kokoro: Mind like still water. He is always calm, mentally and spiritually. His mind and his thoughts are clear. But this is not a detriment to him when he chooses to channel his emotions into the dark side of the force.
Mizu no Suki: Mind like the moon. He is keenly aware of his surroundings and what goes on around him, even when he is not looking.
{Combat Weaknesses}
Hit the Wall: He is very skilled, but due to his size, even he could become limited in a tight space in the middle of a fight.
The Fallen Elitist: The Titans face a very real threat. Even Titans without the force are effected by void crystals, wounds in the force, and force-neutral bubbles that can be generated by the Ysalamiri lizards. The force users connection to the force is severed completely and they cannot use the force again until they learn how to reconnect with the force. The force users that lose their ability to use the force are immediately subjected to extreme debilitating pain, both physical and mental. This pain has the potential to drive the Titan to insanity, corruption, or death.
APPEARANCE:He is a lean blue skinned hairless giant, standing head and shoulders taller than most people and a foot taller than the average wookiee. His skin is decorated by glowing tattoos and his eyes glow with blue light. He is well built, very muscular and thick skinned. His body density is over three times that of the average sentient making him a living tank. His eyes are quick and intelligent and belay his great power in the force. His features are fair but stern, with a face prone to both joy and anger. His presence radiates power and his demeanor commands authority. He always stands straight and tall, with a posture of confidence that bends for nothing.
BIOGRAPHY:
The mother... Fleeing slavery on Corellia... What use was there in continuing to run if they are just one step behind? The old hag medicine woman gave her a potted plant that could grant wishes, but could this plant really work? Her child was all she cared for and would die before she allowed him to be raised in slavery. All she was told to do was make her wishes in the presence of the plant and let it work, too many wishes will cause it to whither, but tears of love will revive it again. The mother spent many nights in her remaining days of life wishing over her child and watching as the buds opened on the plant and the plant slowly began to die to be resurrected again by her tears for her child in order to rain down more wishes and blessings on the head of her little child. She wished for him to grow up strong, to grow up powerful, to grow up with the force, to bathe in the force, to live in the force, to be wise, to be successful, to be intelligent... So many wishes she placed on her little child before she had once again ran the plant dry. But she was forced to hide the baby with the voodoo woman before she was captured and was unable to revive the plant and wish for more.
The mother... Fleeing slavery on Corellia... What use was there in continuing to run if they are just one step behind? The old hag medicine woman gave her a potted plant that could grant wishes, but could this plant really work? Her child was all she cared for and would die before she allowed him to be raised in slavery. All she was told to do was make her wishes in the presence of the plant and let it work, too many wishes will cause it to whither, but tears of love will revive it again. The mother spent many nights in her remaining days of life wishing over her child and watching as the buds opened on the plant and the plant slowly began to die to be resurrected again by her tears for her child in order to rain down more wishes and blessings on the head of her little child. She wished for him to grow up strong, to grow up powerful, to grow up with the force, to bathe in the force, to live in the force, to be wise, to be successful, to be intelligent... So many wishes she placed on her little child before she had once again ran the plant dry. But she was forced to hide the baby with the voodoo woman before she was captured and was unable to revive the plant and wish for more.
But that child is not the child of this story. That child grew up in the care of the voodoo woman and did indeed become all his mother wished for and more. But fate turned sour for him when he had a family and a child of his own. He was being hunted and his family could not escape his fate... Now the blessed father fled with his son back to the medicine woman where she again gave them the potted plant. The father then spent many sleepless nights wishing the best for his child, reviving the plant and wishing again and again all the things for his good and well being. Even wishing that all the wishes that his mother placed on him would be given to his own child... The power of the plant did this, bestowing the power of the father onto the child as well as the power of the universe that the child was wished to have at his finger tips... This last wish finally destroyed the plant, bestowing all of its seemingly infinite power from both itself and the father onto this one little boy, changing him. The skin of the child turned blue and his eyes glowed with power and awareness at only six months old.
Again the baby was left in the care of the medicine woman as the father left to face his fate.
The baby grew up indeed powerful. But it seems the kindness and wishes of good fortune did not follow him. He grew up to struggle, raised in a poor society that would devour those with but a shred of weakness. His awakened mind was first limited by his baby body, and then limited again in his youth by inferior intellects of other young children and even adults that could neither match him in wit, nor in physical accomplishment. At first he garnered the hatred of those around him, lording his power over them, but he soon learned humility towards those around him when he found that fear could not inspire others to true friendship or inspire them to treat him fairly and with kindness.
Taking this lesson to heart he soon became very renowned for his strength and leadership, becoming a prominent person in his community at only twelve years old. When hostile gangs came too close or began to prey on his community, he was able to inspire regular men to take up arms and follow him, driving away the troublemakers. Sometimes his kindness reached the hearts of those he fought and those individuals would choose to follow him in order to be free from their own unfair situations.
At sixteen years old he was heralded as a hero in his neighborhood and the surrounding communities. He expanded his influence to these other communities where he protected and inspired them. He formed a private police force manned only by the people who lived in the now unified communities. He inspired them to watch out for each other and to stick together when times got tough. This community soon became very successful and some of the people even earning some bit of wealth. Kuxtal himself had amassed enough wealth for himself in order to attend a higher end school where he can stretch his awakened intellect, confident that his friends and community would be able to stand without him for a while. He spent three years learning all he could, until the brightest minds on Corellia had nothing left to offer. His mind was sharp and he was now a young man. He felt there was nothing in the galaxy that could limit him.
Then he returned home... What he found of the community he left behind, was ruin. Survivors told him what had happened while he was away... Their community had become a thorn in the side of some very powerful criminal organizations. Their defiance of the criminal influence drew the ire of the Black Sun itself. While the people in the community and it's private police force were accustomed to battling small time thugs and swoop gangs... They were not prepared for the army of mercenaries that blasted through their whole neighborhood. Kuxtal was enraged. He went to the Empire (who was in power at the time) and begged them to put a stop to the Black Sun... His pleas were met with silence. He tried contacting the Republic... But was again met with silence... So he returned to his community empty handed. He looked about at those who were left, standing around him looking for guidance. Not an army... But enough.
The kindness left his eyes... his face became hardened. He used their amassed wealth to purchase weapons and equipment, arming the survivors and using his words to turn them not into soldiers for justice, but reapers of vengeance. The mercenaries were not difficult to find as they did not feel the need to hide. He took his tiny army and, with careful planning and flawless strategy, decimated the whole mercenary group, not leaving a single one alive.
After that he disbanded his group of newly minted killers, and attempted to rebuild his life in that ruined community, but the empire had other plans. Kuxtal had just committed a slaughter, and this made him dangerous. As well as being deep in the pockets of the Black Sun, the Empire felt it had just cause when it came and arrested him. He allowed himself to be arrested in the interest of justice, as the restraints could not truly hold him, but what he found was not justice. They placed him in high security on the order of the Black Sun and was placed into a prison ship where he was to spend the rest of his days in solitude. He was meant to die there, but instead he spent those days of solitude learning about the force, sensing his deep connection to it, like the blood of the entire universe was rushing as an unstoppable and fatal river to consume him... But he could not, refused to be, unable to be, consumed by it.
In the cell of that ship he was convinced that order was not possible in the empire, was not possible in the republic, was not possible in any institute set up by man. And his submersion in the force convinced him that he was no man. Order could only be achieved through him.
His escape from this cell and the commandeering of the prison ship was total. And non in the galaxy could have prevented him from gaining his freedom. Using his intelligence and cunning he then proceeded to vanish from all interested records, biding his time until he could become the entity of order and authority that the galaxy needed... This wait lasted several hundred years...
After over 866 years his space prison finally expired, landing on the planet Zakuul. When he first landed in the city he initially thought that he was on an imperial world and was hostile to the guards who came to bring him in for questioning, who were also wary of him for arriving in an ancient imperial ship. But in his weakened state he was easily subdued and taken into captivity, but awoke to meet the empress of Zakuul herself, Kay Arenais. She was able to befriend him and made him a ward of the state, allowing him to regain his strength and to learn of the history he was left out of.
Once he had recovered he decided to place himself into the Empresses service for a time, to learn of the conflicts going on in the galaxy and what brought about the Chaos that broke the galaxy.
SHIP:
N/A.
KILLS:
N/A.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Another Place and Time
Dough Or Doughnut; There Is No Try
