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Neigalomeatiga 'Nei' Waikatu - Son of Salt & Tide

Ne’igalomeatiga "Nei" Waikatu


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NAME: Ne’igalomeatiga Waikatu
RANK: Witch Initiate (otherwise N/A)
SPECIES: Tuatahi
AGE: 34
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 7’10”
WEIGHT: 340
EYES: Dark-Brown
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Copper

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes. Though not as broadly so as most Jedi or Sith and other FU.

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STRENGTHS:
  • (+) Root of the Mountain: Nei is a decidedly indomitable warrior. Where others will tired and flag, Nei will keep on fighting long after they have collapsed and quit from injury or fatigue. All of his life he has been possessed of enormous strength and tenacious endurance, coupled with the large frame of his tribe makes for a fearsome site when attired in beskar’gam and girded for war.

  • (+) Titan of the Tide: As many of his people, Nei is a ferociously strong man. Weights other would struggle to lift come easy to him. Blows that might be glancing from another are, from him, impactful and damaging. Like the crash of the waves, his power is inexorable and staggering to most.

WEAKNESSES:
  • (-) Towering Titan: More a bull in a china shop than silent death, in missions where subterfuge and passing unnoticed are key, one might want to choose other than Nei for their purposes. Strange an exotic symbols and war-kit, fearsome tattoos covering almost all exposed skin and an almost feral nature make him quick to be spotted and not one for restraint.

  • (-) Lumbering Step: Neither is Nei one for speed and quickness. Agile, in his own fashion, he might be graceful but he is far from fast. Deliberate, planned, and metered are all better words for his movements and responses, and even his thoughts.

  • (-) The Frozen Sea: Being a species from a tropical world, Tuatahi tend to not fare well in cooler temperatures. Their bodies can potentially go into shock in wintery conditions due to a lack of necessary adaptation.
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APPEARANCE:
Standing taller than most average humans, what makes Nei seem to loom and tower over others is not solely his height, but the breadth of his shoulders, depth of his chest, and tree trunk like legs. Even inch of his skin exposed or seen is covered in impossibly detailed and intricate black tattoos, whorls and swirls and tribal motifs cover him from head to toe. Every twist and curve tells his own story and his tribe's. Couple that with heavy, unpainted armor in raw bronze color streaked with white ash designs applied daily and decorated in seashells, feathers and bone... And the high-tech weaponry seems almost out of place on the formidable man, though his primitive accouterments hardly prevent his knowledge of these things, or hinder his utilization of them. A huge club of veshok wood banded in bronzium is gripped in one hand, while another of differing design done in bone banded with the same metal is in the other.

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BIOGRAPHY:
Nei was born to loving parents enslaved aboard one of the last colony boats of a diaspora fleet of a fanatical Imperial Cult.

In the centuries since, the fleets had slowly lost communication with one another and drifted even in purpose. Most no longer heard from others, or knew if any remained. Many had found suitable worlds with welcoming populations to settle and intermingle with. And slowly, the Mau’ii began to fade.

One fleet remained true to the original purpose in modern times at least. In this fleet, the memory and traditions of their people remained, led by several families that formerly had counted various chiefs and shaman amongst their numbers. One of these families was the Waikatu, the kin of a High Chief.

Even as a young man amongst a people noted for size and strength, Nei was one apart. Stronger, taller, as solid as the roots of the Great Mountain of legend. He grew up swiftly in mind and body, and learned all his grandfather and mother could teach. His father was of another Clan, who resisted the enslavement and fleeing of the Cult when the Confederact came to rule, so they were exterminated and Nei raised by grandparents and mother. So taken in by an Elder and Shaman, Nei learned the traditional aspects of warfare and the use of what others would call the Force.

Unfortunately, like many young men with fathers who abandoned them, Nei had a habit and penchant for mischief and temper. Often this manifested in fighting, a situation his grandfather would lecture about at length. Their family and position was too important to be such poor examples. He must be more. But still, the near blinding rage when challenged or injured would come and go, and some whispered of the Te Ka… A set of warriors touched by the fiery heart of the Great Mountain of the Old World… Blessed with incredible strength, and cursed with uncontrollable rage.

Slowly, the archaic fleet crumbled through settling and disrepair. Finally one day, the proud warrior and protector was called to a grandfather now withered and bent like a piece of driftwood. What transpired in that room between the two was never spoken of. Nei emerged to bid a regretful farewell to his mother, taking a shuttle ship to parts unknown. His grandfathers watched silently from the hangar with his daughter, and later that day was found to have passed from the realm of the living in his sleep.

From that moment on, Nei took to Mercenary work to keep the odd shuttle ship going. Eventually, he was taken in by a Mandalorian, working with them long term. The titanic warrior fit in well with the martial culture, and was offered to be adopted into the Clan. Having no way to contact his own people, and still seeming to have a mystery purpose he would not speak of, he accepted and joined the Clan he fought with.

To this day he wanders with and without his adoptive people, fighting for honor, glory, and the promise of pay to keep his other purposes funded.

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SHIP:
  • TBA
POSSESSIONS:
KILLS:
  • None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
  • TBA
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ROLE-PLAYS:
  • TBA
 
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