Nazo
RETIRED
- NAME: Nazo (pronounced NAH-zoo)
- SPECIES: LINK (for sake of board filter)
- AGE: 224 years
- GENDER: Male
- HEIGHT: 0.6 Meters (1.1 with tongue extended) -- When Nazo is covered he stands at 2.3 meters.
- WEIGHT: 10.7 kg (When covered, Nazo weighs about 65 kg)
- EYES: Orange
- HAIR: None
- SKIN: A dark grey pigmentation
- FORCE SENSITIVE: Indeed
- SITH PET: Mutated Gizka (Venomous)
- KNOWN LANGUAGES: Basic, Bocce, Hapan, Huttese, Shyriwook, and Rodese
EQUIPMENT:
- A skeletal structure built by the manipulation of his magnetic field, to contain his form in a bipedal, fully functional structure. Constructed from the highly magnetic alloy of durasteel, and covered with garments he has gathered from his journeys. Nazo rests in the center of the chest cavity controlling the skeleton with the abilities of his magnetic field. Due to exposure of his abilities, the skeletal structure has become magnetized, allowing him the ability to manipulate it's movements while no longer having to hold it together.
- Lightsaber
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Biology - As a member of his species, Nazo is hardy and long lasting. Highly resistant to any atmospheric conditions, to the point of surviving in the vacuum of space. He is resistant to extreme temperatures at both ends of the scale, and is immune to most sources of toxic material. Nazo also has the innate capability to manipulate his own magnetic field for purposes of locomotion, communication, and sometimes even defense.
+ Intelligence - Nazo possesses a massive intellect, capable of understanding complex theories, philosophies and calculating and sustaining understanding of nearly any subject he is presented with.
+/- Long life - As a trait of his species, he has lived for over two centuries now, and is still resting in his prime. However with such a high intelligence and the taint of the dark side resting on him, Nazo is quite literally mad. In normal circumstances his thoughts could be described as 'abstract' but they verge on being indecipherable now.
+/- Alone - While the musings of the universe and various species keeps his intellect satiated, he has no acquaintances of any kind. Everyone he has met or made contact with has reacted in fear and panic, or revulsion. While this feeds his dark side tenancies immensely, it leaves him socially disabled.
- Risk of infection - Nazo is susceptible to the airborn virus of Brainworm rot Type A. A debilitating and often fatal weakness of his species. He guards against it the best he can.
- Appetite - Nazo must keep feeding, he has an entire brain devoted to the action and his appetite is insatiable.
- Communication - Only through a series of pulses of his magnetic field is Nazo able to communicate. He has no muscles to produce any spoken language and is therefore (without the aid of certain technology) completely silent at all times. However he can (by touch) communicate in a telepathic sense by influencing brain chemistry with his ability to manipulate the magnetic fields. The effect is jarring.**
SPECIALIZED FORCE AFFINITY:
- Animal Friendship - While socially inept with sentient life, a non-sentient connection through the Force was established to coerce and befriend a single mutated Gizka, that had been experimented on and turned into a venomous sub-species. This ability has tamed the Gizka and created a mind-meld situation allowing him to communicate back and forth with the reptilian creature. This ability though could be used on any manner of creatures to dominate their will or tame them completely depending on their mental faculties.
- Telepathy - ** A practiced art that is used when touch is not available to communicate with the forms of life capable of understanding his ramblings. Even with this telepathy, his often dizzying array of gibberish is usually misunderstood.
PERSONALITY:
The combination of high intellect and the driving hunger of the dark side has led this creature to be a sort of mad philosopher, experimenting in the most morbid fashions with any life-form he desires. Known for engineering situations to amuse his less than lucid mind. Preying on the weak and reveling in the fearsome guise and troubling abilities that he carries. Rarely is he actually wholly violent, but more of a ghastly kind of lunacy. Thanks to his insatiable hunger, he often is consuming the nutrients he craves off of just about any structure. If particularly ravenous, he's been known to destabilize small fighters or even decimate structural integrity of various buildings. Interactions with him if not gaining him knowledge are often met with a devious purpose with the sole intent to slate his unorthodox and twisted mind.
BIOGRAPHY:
Over two centuries ago Nazo was expelled from the stomach lining of his parent, becoming a pupal version of his species. Ever since his fluidic entrance into the galaxy the touch of the force had been granted to this new life-form. Like most of his kind, the slug-like creature found itself feeding quite often, all the while governing his faculties by observing and exploring his corner of the galaxy. It took sometime before Nazo did encounter sentient life however, allowing him to mature and grow to his adult size and gain the full cognizant control over the magnetic manipulation that his species was naturally born with. For a good ten years he had cemented himself to a large transport freighter that made trips back and forth between the mid and outer rims. The nebula of space was a fascinating treasure trove of wonders that caused the philosophy minded creature to ponder and plumb the depths of the black.
Another forty years had found him playing parasite to gravitation generator on one of the moon's of Bogden. Here he was able to sample a healthy array of various metals and distinct alloys, breaking down their surface for the plasma he fed upon, and learning of their structure, and his command of their molecular structure by the heavy magnetic field that he could produce and manipulate. Often here, Nazo would use his magnetic singing as a way to pass the time, which ebbed far slower for a being of such a long life-span.
It was a rather nominal life for his species, until he began to encounter sentients of all kinds as a semi-permanent ceiling decoration on a space station near the Corellian border. Happening to station himself between the medical bay, and the dining hall, the rather silent slug sat tucked into a corner, occasionally extending his long prehensile tongue to taste nearby visitors and protocol droids. While the philosophies of the cosmos were of grand interest, it was the curious and remarkably plain dealings of the dwellers of the station that caused his mind to churn with a new thought process of information. He saw the interactions, the chatter, and the methods of these sentient bi-pedal creatures. He experienced emotions of love, hate, betrayal, and corruption.
More than the nutrients of the station's mammoth metallic structure, he began to feed on the palpable energies of the Force. These emotions he found more strongest when peril affected these drifters. The med bay was of keen interest. The more elaborate the injury, the more emotions he felt well up inside these species. It called him like a burning desire, and in the process drove the quiet slug, quite mad. He needed more, he wanted to experience more, but his lazy approach was not going to work so well. The powerful sway of the emotional spectrum gave him power, power he hadn't dreamed of.
Hitching a ride on a transport shuttle's hull to the scrapyards around the galaxy, Nazo began to construct something that would allow him far more freedom, and a more imposing and tactile approach to the emotions he craved. It was a simple, yet elegant structure taking several months to build, and over two years to correctly assemble, but he had plenty of time. The highly intelligent second brain worked like clockwork detailing this masterpiece with a craftsman spirit. A fully functioning durasteel skeletal structure that he could work with and manipulate with his own magnetic field. After much trial and error, it was finally a working unit of mobilization. The mysteries of the Force lay out there, and he would need contact if he wanted to understand this amazing gift he had attained.
Soon, through his travels with this new 'body' Nazo was constructing an image for himself, something that played to his particular kind of maddening mental state. While still an elite brain of the galaxy, he was growing far more sinister, and bent on experimentation. It was an unseemly nightmare he had crafted to be his form, and it had served his purpose enough to strike panic and dread (coupled with his ability to communicate by touch) that led him to gain knowledge, and with it careful understanding of some basic abilities of the Force. These slices of information he studied with vigor while reveling in the fear and dread he passed upon sentient life as the ghastly and silent, over two meter languid form stalked across the star systems.
However, even in the depths of his lunacy, and his penchant for seeing beings suffer to understand and feel their emotional turmoil, there was a gaping sadness. Even when he tried for a true connection to simply understand a point of view, he was always regarded with disdain. He needed someone or something to share his musings with, and appreciate him not as a monster, but as an engineer of the sentient condition. Nazo found this bond when he murdered a few Arkanian geneticists that had taken captive a horde of Gizka and made them their personal guinea pigs. Adopting one of the strongest; now poisonous Gizka, Nazo found a bond with the creature. Content to let the creature gnaw on his metallic limbs, he took careful attention to draw on the Force and meld his mind with the creature. Slowly and methodically prodding into the creature's instincts, and drawing out a mutual friendship between the two. Thick as thieves one might say the way the little Gizka happily danced around in amusement, the robed form of it's Master.
With a new-found friend (of which he is fiercely protective) and with the complete range of motion he had attained in his makeshift body, Nazo is content to wander and exploit the emotional upheaval he can illicit by his morbid and deeply sadistic musings.
Special Thread Note: (In reference to color scheme, the text below is defined.)
- This is Nazo's magnetic form of speech/song
- This is Nazo's force telepathy
ROLEPLAY TRACKER
ARCHIVE THREADS:
- Prelude: Where no light shines
- Impressions
- Tournament of the Sith
- Memorials
- The Shine of Blood
- Such Sweet Eternal Sorrow
- A Death in the Lab
- Why Seek the Living Among the Dead?
- Under Lock and Key
- Cataclysmic Requiem
- Garrus Garon vs Nazo (Non-Canon)
ACTIVE THREADS:
