Netherworld
Well-Known Member
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NAME
Nergal
Nergal
ALIAS
Miss Tillia Vaudeville
FACTION
CRC
CRC
SPECIES
Zeltron/Morellian
Zeltron/Morellian
AGE
98
98
SEX
Male
Male
SEXUALITY
Gay. Really, really gay.
Gay. Really, really gay.
HEIGHT
184 cm | 6'
184 cm | 6'
WEIGHT
105 kg | 230 lbs.
EYES
Gray, bluish
HAIR
Naturally black, often dyed (red, blue, white, etc.)
Long, short, mohawk, and everything in between
Long, short, mohawk, and everything in between
SKIN
Pale pink
FORCE SENSITIVE
No
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[+] Stronk; Self-explanatory.
[+] Surgeon; His licence has long since expired, but you needn't know that. The skill remains (or so he claims).
[+] Singer & songwriter. Also plays guitars, bass, keyboards and drums.
[+/–] Zeltron; He has enough of their blood in his veins to be affected by the emotions of others, though not to such a severe degree as a pureblood might. He also produces their fabled pheromones, albeit with diminished effect and in smaller quantities.
[–] Alcoholic; Nergal has had a long and complicated relationship with the bottle, full of on-and-off love affairs, but in the end he always keeps coming back for more.
[–] Entitled Bastard; Treats people like crap, but still expects them to serve his interests.
[–] Wanted Man; In his considerably long life, Nergal has incurred the wrath of many people and organisations that would pay good money to see him dead.
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Nergal is tall, bulky and mean looking.
Now, if you ever get past that, it must mean the guy likes you. A lot. Assuming you somehow survive a close encounter with Nergal and are still in good enough shape to tell the tale, you might recall the sight of gleaming teeth, slightly less gleaming piercings and completely non-gleaming leather. Yes, that's right. The man walks around in leather, and doesn't skimp at it one bit. There's the whole shebang; leather pants, leather jacket, leather belt, leather gloves, leather bu— well you get the idea. It's not uncommon to see him sporting copious amounts of makeup, from eyeshade to lipstick; Nergal can rock it all. Oft found upon his person are also various pieces of jewelry — or at least he calls it such — studded with spikes, chain-links and other metal-wrought obscenities.
Nergal was raised in group home along with a myriad of other abandoned kids, motherless and fatherless among hundreds of children with much the same fate. The Galaxy was still recovering from the Gulag plague in those years, and everything was scarce; food, care and technology were all in great demand but low supply, leading many to fend for themselves the best they could. The boy adopted this mindset quickly and easily, wading through the years with the help of his own two hands.
In the beginning, the jobs were simple; dishwashing, delivery, pickpocketing, things like that. When those hands turned to paws, however, Nergal quickly became the number one man to go to when somebody needed a good beating. It paid well and so he said nothing, blowing the credits on cheap alcohol to forget what he he'd done to earn them in the first place. A few decades passed as he hopped from world to world, seeking a better fortune like everybody else.
It found him in the arms of a soft-spoken man whom he met through his... business associates. Theirs was a brief, but heated affair, full of whispered promises and empty words that didn't last beyond the threshold of the unnamed hotel they spent their nights in. He left, of course, leaving only a number and a credit chit in the end. Perhaps to spite him, perhaps to finally try and break free from his less-than-respectable lifestyle, Nergal called upon the unknown contact, and a new door opened before him.
With the help of the money he had left Nergal paid his way through the arduous, demanding school, and though it was hard, the zeltron succeeded after all. He emerged a new man, all cleaned up, smiling and well-slept, his previous life forgotten. It was as if the Glalaxy itself became a little bit brighter after that, and for a few years the man had a thriving practice, finally using his hands for something else than killing.
Others, however, hadn't forgotten.
Vengeance knocked on his door perhaps a decade later, wearing a long black cloak and a grim expression that didn't bode well for whoever opened that door. Luckily for Nergal his assistant was the first to greet the visitor — and therefore the first to die — giving him enough time to duck out the back and disappear into the hustle and bustle of the city. Old habits die hard, and the zeltron quickly fell into his old rhythm after that. At first he told himself it was because he was on the run for his life, but soon it became apparent that not all the actions he took were necessary for his survival.
His escape, in the end, was more or less successful, but the brutal return of his old life served to remind him that he could never truly sever the umbilical cord tethering him to the underworld. Instead the man chose to accept it as fact and learned to live with it instead of around it. Planets came and went along with the jobs, and slowly Nergal built a name for himself again.
It remains known to this day.
SPECIAL EQUIPMENT
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SHIP
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KILLS
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED
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Total: 4 | Concluded: 4
Little Shop of Horrors | Complete
First Annual Dave Benefit Concert | Complete
