O'riiq Heaux

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Name: O'riiq Heaux (Oh-Rick Ho)
Alias: Sioux (Soo)
Faction: One Sith
Rank: Acolyte
Species: Anzati
Profession: Assassin/Hunter
Home Planet: Anzat
Age: 313 Galactic years (physical body of a 28 year old)
Sex: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 140 kg
Eyes: Black eyeball, ice white pupil
Hair: Dark Silver
HairStyle: Dreads
Skin: Ebony
Force Sensitive: YES​

Strengths and Weaknesses (Require 2 weaknesses Minimum):
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STRENGTHS:​

(+)Speed: he has a quick first step and great anticipation
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(+)Agility: extremely nimble, able to run up a wall if he can access the right speeds,
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(+)Dexterity: Mental skill, mental quickness
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(+)Endurance: Able to take a very large attack and continue to fight
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(+)Master Martial artistist: Due to his longevity and Anzati training, he was able to learn a multitude of fighting styles in both unarmed and weaponized combat.

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WEAKNESSES:

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(-)Stamina: Due to his advanced training in the art of assassination he was taught only to fight in short and accurate bouts.
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(-)Strength: Physical strength is by far his weakest point, where he lacks in overpowering his opponenet, he makes up in speed and setting his opponent in off balance
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(-)Light:Anzati naturally are sensitive to sunlight but due to his prolonged practice of the art of the darkside, his body has mutated in a physical form, natural star light instantly harms him, any enhanced form of light does too, UV, x ray etc. if exposed to direct sunlight for more than 12 hours(without his protective body armor) he will die.
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(-)Force draining: To function normally he must drain a sentient being of their "luck" or "soup" every 3 to 5 days. After 7 days he begins to feel pain everywhere throughout his body, he also begins to go insane and lost control of both his mind and body. If he does not eat in 14 full days he will die
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(-)Remorse: He has no good or bad feelings towards any being, be it a child or an animal, his centuries of solitude killed what little heart he has. He has NO idea how to so compassion or how to truely understand another living being.
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(-)Electronics:He does not wish to understand the simplicities of modern day technology, he struggles with flying, which is why he usual has the company of a android.





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Biography:



Persona:


Although he can only speak a handful of languages (Basic, Anzat and Huttesse) , he can moderatly understand all dialect through the force. He can speak , but prefers to speak only if absolutly needed, he favors the silent but deadly approach best.
Conditioned to dimiss all physical and emotional candor, Sioux finds it difficult to relate to other beings, which is why he prefers isolation. Because of what he lost in social acceptance, he gains in the fact that he has nothing to lose, he knows his connection to anyone or anything can easily become advantageous to his enemy. Sioux's social akwardness is not a concern to him in the slightest because he relies on both the powers of the dark side and his own abilities in full. One of the best traits as an assassin is the lack of conscience, regret is directly correlated with reason and deceptiveness, traits a 'skilled' assassin MUST avoid at all cost! He also posses superb pathological tendensies which he is never afraid to say or do whatever means to persuade his prey.
His ability to learn quick and adapt to almost any situation illustraits his versitility
Adaptation to tricky situations proves he is a risk-taker. In fact, he amost seems most calm when shown in the face of adversity or chaotic situations. Although he trusts no one the same can be said about him. He is very untrustworthy: lying, stealing and cheating come as second nature to the chaotic Anzati. Hes ALWAYS hungry to learn more in order to become more powerful. Moreover, he does seem to show respect to both those whom share his same aspirations as well as those whom mentor or teach him in the ways of the darkside.

In short.....the Sith warrior is an angry LUNATIC with a lot of self-desicpline. A very uncommon mixture indeed.


Apperance:


His body is almost perfectly toned like a greek-statue, other than almost perfectly selective breeding, this is also due to both his pure Anzati DNA and to his excruciating training regement he had to endure since childhood. If actually spotted, he may or may not be covered in Sith robes, but he is almost certinaly covered from head to toe in his light weight, stealth camouflage-capable exoskeleton suit (contents coming soon). He mainly wears this suit to protect his sensitive skin from all forms of UV rays, a side affect caused by extended practice in the arts of the darkside. Prolonged and heavy exposure to such forms of UV radiations that his Anzati healing factors cannot heal will definitly kill him. Survival on the surface of a planet like Tantooine without his suit is HIGHLY doubtful. As a child he bore the normal Anzati eye ball pattern of white eye ball and a dark brown pupil, however, due to the combonation of exposure to the dark side and his ability to live longer than most, this turned his eyeballs pitch-black and his pupils ice sickle white. The perminate scar just above his right eye was given to him in a dissaplining manor by his very first master, the same master who properly introduced the Anzati to the FORCE.



STORY LINE:




It was all a dream!


Birth year: 6

Early childhood for young O'riiq was not that of a typical one. Even though his people physically age a lot slower than humans, the young anzati had to adapt to adulthood earlier than most. The luxury of Engaging in silly games with childhood friends was not in his destiny. In fact, being an only child helped with the process that establishing friends was highly discouraged if not impossible from day one. The act of fun was nonexistent, his young life consisted of constant testing and training. His only source of entertainment was defending himself from Fatal blows from melee attacks, anticipating poisonous darts as a result of a randomly placed spring-trigger trap or detecting deceitful lies from a well-thought of set up or a potential assassination attempted by his very own parents. As a result, quickly was he to be introduced into pain and death and never fear either, but only to embrace and respect them equally. The mysterious world of Anzat is notoriously known for developing and producing the galaxy's most deadly assassins. His father was an assassin turned politic. His mother was known on the entire planet as in infamous assassin of her time. From this, he was certainly bread to become a warrior.


So you want to learn to hunt

Birth year: 9

During this same time he learned to cope with his newfound addiction of the consumption of sentients Life-force. The Anzati people typically begin to hunger for life force at an early age and the addiction grows with age.
Seeing as his people can potentially Live for millennia, their hunger is both inevitable and insatiable. Being of pureblood and being raised by both of his parents, understanding and controlling his urges came with ease.he understood that the life force, which his people have grown to call "soup" or "luck" is in all living beings and because of his DNA he can sense all levels of it in anyone. Stripping one of their soup almost guarantees certain death, this makes hunting prey almost 2nd nature. His mother took great pride in molding her child into becoming an assassin just like her and she became his very first master. For over a century she helped her only child develop the instinct of an apex predator.


Birth of an Assassin

Birth year: 120


Now showing quick cat-like reflexes, great dexterity, a high-octane endurance and brilliant anticipation, convinced he was a natural apex predator, his parents enrolled him in their planets assassination academy. Through rigorous and downright vicious examination never to be spoken of outside of the planet, he earned a place inside of the Academy and was then initiated. This brought great pride to both his mother and father. There he learned many skills in the art of assassination which include the development of stealth like movement , creating false personalities, mass manipulation, Learning and mastering several martial arts and studied the circulatory system of many species throughout the galaxy. With the combination of learning to perfect his craft in the Academy and at home for the next 150 years of his life, this created the formula of birthing the perfect assassin.


YOU, ME and The FORCE


Birth year: 281


Realizing that he had learned all he's going to learn from his home planet, now adult O'riiq decided to look for more power and test his new mastered skills throughout the galaxy by taking on dangerous bounty and assassination jobs. He managed to link up with other bounty hunters but never to cross his rule of getting personally involved, he made sure to keep business where it is. During a voyage in the Yavin system in hopes of catching a bounty, he and his business partners were attacked by space pirates. An attack that destroyed their starships' engines, forcing them to crash land on the unfamiliar nearby moon of Yavin 4.
The emergency landing all but killed the ships crew. Dazed and confused, the Anzati finally came to and realized he was still in the burning wreck. Eager to escape certain death, he barely escaped the ship before it exploded and became nothing but scattered burning piles of metal. Once he gathered himself he searched for his shipmates. To his surprise he found two of them dead, one badly injured and one in as good a shape as he was.

"What the quark happened?" said Mofu, a short and clumsy Mirialan male, Who was rubbing the top of his head trying to massage a bump he must of gotten from the crash.

"i've got no idea, I wasn't the one flying. One moment we're having a conversation and the next I'm hearing Gat screaming we're going down seconds after that huge hit!" Said O'riiq who was surprisingly unharmed

"Speaking of Gat, where is the Tarc? "
Said Mofu

"I'm over here you idiots!" Signaled Gat who was getting up off the ground
"And for the last time stop calling me Gat! You will refer to me as Gatrian in full or you won't refer to me at all!" Said Gatrian Memotis, a 2.3 meter tall Tarc who was holding a bloody stub in agony with which once held 1 of his 4 arms.

"Politus was the pilot and I think he said we were under attack." Said Mofu as he looked towards what was left of the ship

"Stag it!" Uttered the Mirialan. "Politus never even made it out, look!" Mofu pointed to a burning corpse sitting in the pilots chair which was sitting 12 feet from the cockpit.

"Sucks for him, still we need to regroup and get away from this site, whoever shot us down is coming straight to our position." Said the Tarc as he paused. "Anyone see Dia?" Gat asked anxiously

"No. But where the flud did O'riiq go? he was just here!" Said Mofu looking around the site

"Leave it to him to make a disappearing act in a time like this." Said the pissed off Tarc

As Gatrian wildly limped toward Mofu he stumbled on an object lying on the ground. He looked down and To his awe the object was Dia, the final missing member of the ships crew, lying faced up with her eyes wide open and missing the entire lower half of her body.

"Tab it! Dia is gone too..." Mumbled the heavily bleeding Tarc.

"What about O'riiq?" Asked Mofu

"Forget em! Hes probably long gone already." Gat said sarcastically

The two Bountyhunters headed for the tall tree area ahead of them in order to hide from any on coming enemy. Once deep in The jungle they paused for a brief break.
Not a moment from the crash to this resting stop did Mofu stop chattering, as he did often and even in an increased rate when nervous.

"I mean who shoots down a random star ship??! We could have been carrying a ship full of explosives for the Galactic empire for all they knew!!! Do you think they saw us walk away from the crash? Im freaking out here! What do you think Gat?!" Asked Mofu

The Irritated Tarc instructed Mofu to shut up, his highly sensitive hearing picked up a sound in the distance.

"O'riiq, I know it's you, come out now!" Shouted Gatrian who reached for his blaster pistol strapped to his left leg.

No response was made. Just then the Tarc heard a sound come from the left side of their position, which made his head turn, immediately followed by the sound of an igniting light saber coming from the opposite direction. By the time Gatrian got to respond by turning his head he had already been struck. Mofu too heard all of this and then he turned to his comrade and noticed he was standing completely still, hands draped by his side. Mofu yelled out for his friend but there was no response. Seconds later the Tarc fell forward and his head came tumbling off once he slammed into the ground.
Confused, Mofu immediately noticed a single figure standing directly behind where his friend once was. The figure was hard to make out but what was clear was a lavender light saber held in the left hand. Out of the shadows stood a hooded figure. Removing the The hood revealed a Twi'lek Woman who looked to be in her late-30s with skin of gold and Almond brown stripes all over.
Mofu at this point was completely frozen in fear as the woman walks towards him. She raised her light saber above her head poised to strike, and so she did. Moments before the light saber could connect, a laser rifle shot was perfectly placed to land on the attackers right shoulder, inches away from Mofu's left ear. Quickly she reverted her attack and blocked the oncoming shot with her saber. Another shot came straight for her head in which she blocked that as well. It was O'riiq who was positioned at Mofu's 7:30, high in a tree with a rifle aimed straight at his target. O'riiq was confident he had the upper hand seeing as he had the higher ground of the Twi'lek.

"Mofu, don't just sit there, fight!!" He yelled as he shot 2 more rounds forcing the woman to jump back to create distance between her and Mofu

Coming to his senses, Mofu quickly performs a backflip and grabs his pistols from holsters off his hips. Once landed the Mirialan began a barrage of shots towards the woman. Almost effortlessly she shot each blaster laser back towards him with her light saber. She then force pulled O'riiq down off the tree, crash landing towards her. Once landed, O'riiq lifted himself off the ground, he looked up and saw the Twi'lek woman pull her light saber out of Mofu's chest.
She then headed towards the Anzati, paused then pivoted her left foot and flipped her light saber into a reverse grip. She allowed him to stand up to fight. O'riiq reached behind his back and drew two vibroblades and he too switched to reverse grips to take on his opponent.
The fight seemed to last only seconds, even with O'riiq's decades of training showed he was no match for the saber-wielding Twi'lek. She quickly disarmed him and leg-swept his right ankle forcing him to fall on one knee. At this point she positioned her weapon inches from the top of her head, as if she was ready to strike and end the inferior male. Without a second thought, not as much as a blink she made her move, sending the light saber slashing down through the air with great emphasis towards O'riiq's temple. Fearing that this was the end, a fatigued O'riiq through his arms in a crossing pattern above his head closing his eyes and preparing for impact. He held there, eyes shut closed for what felt like an eternity, until he finally decided to open and look up. Before looking at his opponent he thought to himself, "did she decide not to kill me?". To his astonishment, he saw something so unreal he thought he was either dreaming or dead. She did in fact throw her attack with intentions to kill but there was what seemed to be a bubble with a baby-bluish tint between the two of them protecting him by preventing the light saber to make a fatal connection. The confident Twi'lek ended her assault, deactivate her light saber and placed the small shiny hilt back on her hip.

"You are strong in the force, who are you?" Questioned the Twi'lek woman

"O'riiq Heaux is my name and I am untrained in the ways of the force." He said hesitantly

He gave the woman a quick look up and down, administering her attire.

"Those are Jedi robes, you are no Jedi, you attack first and then question. Is that not traits of Sith?" He asked

"I am not Sith, nor am I Jedi. At least not anymore!" She replied proudly as she extended her hand to help O'riiq up.

"I have murdered your friends yet you cease attacking me, why?" She asked

"I have no use for friends, they were merely vessels and pawns to me. They were too sloppy, giving away their position constantly. I used them and waited for you to finally show yourself." He stated as he slowly rose to his feet

She paused momentarily, began to stroke her chin and then said.
"I am Achessa T'cholo, if you wish to live AND harbor that unfamiliar power you wield, you will call me master!"


From that day on O'riiq began to follow the teachings of his newfound master, a former Jedi Knight.

Achessa T'cholo, a liberated slave to a Hutt crime lord was discovered by the Jedi Council. Once realizing she had such potential and strong affinity to the force, the council decided to mold her into a prestigious Jedi. Quickly rising in the Jedi order did not come with ease, she was in constant flirtatious struggle with that of the Darkside of the force. Nonetheless, the light side continued to rain victory over the fight for the young Twi'lek, but she knew deep down inside the anger within was growing larger, until that wrathful bubble exploded with rage, forcing her to forsake the ways of the Jedi order. Spiraling in the whirlwind of anger, the former Jedi knight has replaced ambitions of serenity and harmony with greed and destruction in order to follow her path to the power of the dark side.


So thats how its gonna be.

Birth year: 302

The pair scaled the ridges of the galaxy as master and Apprentice. Discovering new adventures the galaxy had to offer, the dark siders were relentless in their contingency. O'riiq's master helped unlocked only the dark potential in him, forcing him to greedily yearn for more of the dark sides' limitless powers. The combination of embracing the powers of the dark side and ignoring his need to feed, O'riiq's Hunger began to grow uncontrollably enormous, fueling his power. The Twi'lek taught her apprentice several light saber battle forms which surprisingly, the Anzati mastered in their time together.
Through her teachings they were able to understand specifically what areas of the force that he controlled best. Naturally, Achessa wielded two sabers but gave one to her pupil only if he could successfully take apart, rearrange and put back together every part of the light saber hilt's components. Equipped with a bright yellow saber, the Anzati apprentice slaughtered and drained the "luck" from men, women and children of villages. The actions of dynamic duo began to drive him mad. Constantly, he attempted to kill his master and snatch her force essence. Each attempt was viciously met with failure, and with each failure came a lesson. She told him that each time he tries to murder her she would punish him with a scar on his face from her lightsaber that even his Anzati DNA would not fully heal. With each lesson he knew he was becoming that much more powerful and much closer to finally defeating his master of 22 years. Able to unravel the mind of his master through ways of the force, O'riiq was able to foresee Achessa's treacherous plan of sacrificing Oriiq's body in order to revive an ancient and powerful Sith Lord through forbidden techniques of the dark side. He foiled her plan and they fought to the death. Achessa, Now 22 years older than when she first met the Anzati was no match for him any longer. Aided by the dark side, the anger-fueled Apprentice executed his 50 year old Master almost effortlessly. Their training had come full circle, now making the student the Master.

Over the years, he had grown very fond of his master, almost as if she were a mother to him. Though killing her with simple, he was not prepared for the feeling of guilt, loss and anger that had overcome him. These overwhelming feelings further fueled his dark powers. Feeling unsatisfied, hungry for more and for the first time in his existence, alone he ventured into the galaxy searching for the undiscovered power within.


Birth year: 313 (current)


*Sounds of clashing light sabers can be heard deep in the engine room of a Sith fleet command ship*

O'riiq: DIE!!!!

Darth Xenox: You rely on too much of what you see and what you can control. *brief pause* it is what is not seen and what is not controlled that you must master!

O'riiq force pushes the dark master towards the opposite wall, leaps in the air and comes crashing down towards the spot he knows Sioux is going to connect with. Only to meet a prepared Darth Sioux already on his feet, whom begins to force choke the Anzati in mid-air, tossing him with great speed into an off engine nearby.

O'riiq says nothing as he activates his armors stealth camouflage mode, steps on the other end, attempts to walk around and sneak up on his masters back. Once positioned directly behind him within 3 feet, the assassin leaps forward and activates his Crimson-red duel light saber, attempting to strike down the dark Lord.

Without a single movement, Darth Sioux stops the almost invisible Anzati in mid-air once again, then Sioux looks to the damaged engine to his left and sends O'riiq through the air to crash into the same spot as before.


Darth Xenox: I still sense great fear in you. Fear of me, fear of death! Fear is good, embrace it! You must embrace it, overcome it, only then might you have what it takes to defeat me!

Feeling badly broken and fatigued, the sith Acolyte steps out of the decimated construct, looking around for his saber, he spots it 10 feet away from him and quickly force pulls it into his hand.
He then walks to is superior and falls down to one knee with his eyes focused at his masters feet.

"Forgive me my master...." Said O'riiq

Xenox goes on: "You say you are Sith. But you LIE! A true Sith has no weakness. I sense something is still holding you back, something you still hold dear. To be a Sith, any ties you have to this universe must be severed! Anyone or anything you may have loved must die! Not A moment until then will you deserve the new name.....SIOUX ! Until you break these ties you will never know the true power of the Darkside! Now leave my site, do not return until you do this!"

These were the last words that he heard from his master. Dawned with the new mission, O'riiq sets off to his home world of Anzat.




Home sweet home!


Upon landing on his home world, he reminisces on nostalgic memories of death and other dark traditions taught to him as a youngling. He thinks to himself that he hasn't seen this world or its inhabitants in almost 2 centuries, no contact made at all, will his family even recognize him? Once landing in the spaceport he quickly sought out to the location of his mother and father. He did not grow up poor but he did not grow up rich either. He comes to find out that his father has grown in the world of politics very far from the last time that they have met.
So excited to see his son again, Qiir'o Heaux had explained that O'riiq's mother had been sent on an assassination mission some 20 years ago and has yet to return. Furious, O'riiq asks if his father had gone searching for his mother but Qiir'o proclaimed he has not gone himself due to the tremendously challenging work as a politician , but he has sent numerous Anzati hunters to search for his wife. O'riiq was still contemplating whether or not to kill his father as asked by his master. He wanted to see if his fathers Life work as a politician was for the greater good for the Anzati people or if he was just another cold-blooded selfish back-stabbing liar of a politicians like the ones he has gotten to know working for the galactic empire. Turns out that his father was just like all the others, so O'riiq asked for the last whereabouts of his mother, the details of her mission and any information that they had pertaining to his mother.
One night when he and his father were in the large mansion alone O'riiq approached his father and quickly put them in a force choke. He explained how ashamed he was of his father, not only for being a greedy politician but for being a weak and cowardly non-warrior of there family of a long list of assassins and not being Man enough to search every corner of the universe for his woman. Moments before Qiir'o passed out from asphyxiation, O'riiq made sure his father looked in the eyes of the man who killed him, he violently forced pulled Qiir'o towards him and simultaneously withdrew his double edges hilt only to ignite one side. As his father came flying at him he stepped to the side allowing his body to come in direct contact with the light saber which split him across the torso leaving him in to pieces behind him. He never even turned around to see what he has done to the man who created him. He then focused on the four red wine bottles sitting on top of the table and they all exploded in concurrent fashion spraying their contents all over the dinning room. He picked up a lit candle and dropped it on the floor, then exited his father large estate, in the background the entire house was engulfed in flames.

As he boarded the ship and commanded his droid to take off they quickly entered the planets atmosphere, set to a new destination he uttered.

"I'm coming for you next mother....."

 

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