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|AGE- 133 yrs (appears late 20s) |SEX- cisgender male
|LIFESPAN- estimated to be 650-700 years
|SPECIES- roughly ¾ Shi’ido, ¼ Balosar
|OCCUPATION- Death stick dealer, collector, relic/treasure hunter. Archaeologist
|CLASS- lower/middle
|NATIONALITY- Identifies most as Balosar |BIRTH.PLACE- Balosar
|EDUCATION- language studies
|RESIDENCE- Balosar | Ship
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BIG WIP
- Born on balosar, its a shit hole. Polluted and rotting with crime. His parents are heavily involved in crime rings. Sell the boy to (to who?) settle a debt. Raised as a slave.
- Sent to relic collector? Crime boss? Someone who acquires information and things for profit.
- his new master used him primarily as a weapon, in his childhood he was trained for espionage due to his smaller size and powerful intuition. Grew handy with shivs and knives. His skinshifting abilities at this time consisted of changing skin tones and textures, which gave him a lovely camouflaging ability. Was trained and used to sneak and steal items of high importance. Was raised fairly, purposefully. Was seen as a useful tool. Similar to how a farmer may view his plow horses. He never received an abundance of kindness, nor an abundance of malignity. He did not mind this childhood. He found himself enjoying being told what to do and finding purpose in training and missions. He liked being considered valuable. Of course, he got bigger and his usefulness as a ‘small sneaky guy’ went out the window. Was sold once more
- To who? Now to someone mean? Rare relic collector and trader. Sold under the pretense that he was skilled in stealth reconnaissance and acquisition, and had the ability to sense danger
- New boss ran a tight ship. Strict, hard on him. High expectations. They had a small crew, it was a private/personal operation. Pod explored the galaxy, went to many different planets to discover runes and antiques! Pod did not mind this. He was dutiful and loyal, and enjoyed the exploration and adventure he experienced during this time. He would go up the ranks, and became a personal servant to his master. He would assist in the diplomatic, business side of things. He would handle trades and dealings.
- Unfortunately, many rivals were made. Pirates and other relic hunters often butted heads with his firery and reactive master. A pirate ship boarded theirs one night, slaughtered everyone but the slaves. The pirates offered them a chance to join the crew or stay on the empty ship. Everyone but Pod left. (or almost everyone? Maybe he convinced a pilot to stay to drive)
- Abandoned on an empty, bloody ship, Pod drifted through space for a bit (he didnt know how to pilot a ship) and eventually figured out autopilot. He would root through any remaining treasure the pirates did not take (which was not much) and scrouged together a decent bit of credits. He wanted to go home. He went back to Balosar.
- He wanted to find his parents.
- It took lots of patience. He did not know where to start, and instead traveled the black markets and most crime ridden regions of the planet to see if he could find them. He knew their first names only, which made things difficult. He would spend a lot of time in cantinas and clubs to pass the time, speaking to informants and criminals. It was here that he would begin a lifelong addiction to death sticks. He would partake regularly. With time he grew more and more involved in the night life of balosar, picking up minor bounty or hunting jobs. He was a talented thief, and put his collecting abilities to good use. Perhaps he would take up pickpocketing. He made a name for himself here, and eventually he got an invitation to one of the most exclusive, elusive drug dens. Upon arrival, he would be met with a proposition. Word of him had gotten around, and due to his merchant-esque background (his traveling and selling/trading relic background) he was offered a dealing job. A death stick dealing job where he would try to supply them in bulk to larger gangs or crime organizations on various planets. He would not be selling them one on one to people. Pod jumps at this chance, he found such comfort in having loyalties and duties to fulfill. Once again, he was a servant to something bigger
- Pod never found his parents. Perhaps he will try again in the future. It’s an on going search
- Here we are now, Pod a death stick dealer. He travels and makes contact with people in influential positions in order to make them a deal they cant resist. Drugs!
- On the side, he has found that traveling through space is rather boring. He misses his day of adventure and thrill, and has taken it upon himself to get back into it. Through various connections, Pod gathers information on valuable relics, runes, antiques and collectables that he may get his little grubby paws on. Be it through excavation sites or breaking into homes and stealing. This is a venture that he pioneers himself through, he works for no man in this and he has found an odd semblance of peace in it, conflicting with his need for submission and desire for servitude.
- While in between drug deals, Pod continues to take up ‘for hire’ jobs. Stealth, acquisition, etc.
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- orientation: Hetero. Prefers humanoid species
- status: Single, relatively uninterested. Hasn't had much luck with the ladies. Who wants to kiss a mouthful of teeth?
- experience: very minimal. He usually steers any interest away with his toothy smile and off-putting conversation.
- Status unknown. Presumably alive and on Balosar, most likely higher ranked in a criminal organization
- I want one of his arcs to be finding his parents, so unbeknownst to him they are both still alive, albeit only one of them is still on Balosar
- Dislikes Twi'leks due to their association with selling spice (his competition)
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|HEIGHT- 6 foot (1.8 meters)
|WEIGHT- 846 lbs (384 kg)
- Approximately 4x heavier than an average 6ft humanoid
- Extremely dense skin/bones
Anar Khalilov
|BLOOD- Consistency of corn syrup - clear/pink/red, sticky, thick
|HEALTH- Slightly underweight, tired. Mentally questionable.
|ABNORMALITIES- Pierced ears, shark teeth, shrunken antennas, heavy, skin thick
|SCENT- beeswax | sand | grease
|BODY.TYPE- Lanky, but well built. Lean with toned muscle, fit. Swimmer’s physique. Baseline skin tone is pale, however he can alter this easily and prefers looking more tan.
|SCARS- Depending on how recent his latest bodily extension or growth occurred, Pod could be littered in scars and stretch marks or could be perfectly unscathed. Most often he has scars in differing stages of healing on his hands/arms.
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a copper hue of gold. When you look into them you find yourself irrevocably disconcerted. Deep set, noticeable eye bags. Haunting, off putting. Poet eyes.
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retractable antennapalps. Stubby antennas sprout from the sides of his head, auditory openings on the end. They look like Shrek ears. When extended, they provide a finely tuned sensitivity to sound, extending into the subsonic range. They could also sense surges in emotion and detect danger. When retracted, they are not noticeable.
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Thick, coarse. Covers his retracted antennapalps effectively. Mid length. Color of liver, sun bleached streaks prove evidence of his time wandering deserts and days spent outdoors. Ill combed, scanty hair which seemed a slight metamorphosis of the vulture. Often greasy and weathered.
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His closed mouth seems to bulge outwards, always slightly stretched and holding tension…
Holding back his onslaught of drooling teeth was a feat, keeping fangs from bursting through his skin. A shark smile is revealed upon any slip of lip. Ugly. Layers of teeth protrude outwards as if hoping to escape. Extremely sharp, canine in appearance, all coming to a point. The insides of his cheeks are often bleeding, lesions forming regularly from the teeth’s constant rubbing. Horrific, a thing of nightmares. Regularly he will excuse himself to spit out mixtures of crimson saliva. You hope he’s all bark and no bite.
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- fluent languages: Basic • Balosur
- proficient languages: Huttese • Shyriiwook • Futhork • Hieroglyphics
- accent: Irish - a booze voice, hypnotically soothing. A voice strained through underwear, a voice that barters for your own
The man's face is gaunt and pale, seen as skeletal in some unflattering lights. His jowls are sunken in, the bone structure protruding almost primitively. When he speaks you could see the muscles in his face tighten and pull, like a cougar that is stalking prey. His cheeks are whiskerless, albeit he is not a stranger to sporting peach fuzz. The emotion held in the pursing of his lips and the tension held in his brows give him an air of experience and maturity. One might easily mistake him for being sickly and weak. His thin face is taken up most obviously by a wide mouth, his joker smile extending almost up to his ears. It is hard to pin point the young man's smile as one moment it will be akin to amber - drawing you in and trapping you much like a prehistoric mosquito, and the next more alike to broken glass...cutting you down with devilish intent.
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- No jewelry on his hands or arms. A sharp contrast from the heavily dressed upper half.
- Big statement pieces hang layered from his neck, differing with each outfit. They are generally quite large and thick, heavy on his neck and draping down his golden chest. Some encapsulate glistening gems and jewels, ancient antiques, trinkets of high value entwined in chain, while others are simply ornate metal carvings and shapes. Sometimes he swaps these out with chokers, delicate additions from the necklace hang like a waterfall down his daunting silhouette.
|BOOTS- Cowboy boots. He almost exclusively wears cowboy boots. Elegant ones, with inlaid patterns and colored leather. They look like they get polished as regularly as they are worn. Well cared for boots they are. One pair has a metal tip on it, sharpened to the point where it would be sure to draw blood
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- Authoritative figures
- Credits
- Death Sticks
- Having a job to do and tasks to complete. Being busy. Accomplishing something
- Isolation
- Exploration, adventure, misfortune
- The color orange
- Wild, feral animals
- Music
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- Feeling lost when he doesn't have instructions from someone else (looking to himself to guide his decision making)
- Tight spaces
- Loud noises
- People touching him
- Being in charge of people, depending on or working with others
- Sharing
- Children, the elderly, Twi'leks
- Extreme temperatures, but specifically the cold
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- Intense eye contact.
- Will drool, his teeth take up so much of his mouth he finds it difficult to contain everything all the time. This drool is often tinged with blood from his teeth reopening wounds on the inside of his cheeks. He spits a lot
- Man of few words. So solemn, so serious, so stern
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- Explore what it would be like to be his own boss. Grow his own balo mushrooms somewhere and create a new, less toxic strain of death sticks that he can sell for massive profit. Trust and depend on himself for once.
- Have an elegant and isolated home, filled with lavish furniture, priceless artifacts and beautiful women. Wants to be surrounded by luxury and drowning in credits. He doesn't want to live on a ship anymore. Wants to find accomplishment and wealth.
- Wants to find his parents
- Grow more talented and trained in his abilities (telekinesis, shape shifting)
When you first meet Pod, you will surely grow aware of his guarded nature. His inability to open up to others, or rather his lack of desire to. He is extremely secretive and shielding of what others know about him, an untrusting creature that looks through calculating eyes. He appears to be a beast who knows what survival is, what it means to truly hold your cards close to your chest and depend on only yourself. He is often found to be cynical: believing that people are motivated purely by self-interest. Distrustful of human sincerity or integrity. Doubtful as to whether something will happen or whether it is worthwhile. Contemptuous, scornful, mocking. Concerned only with one's own interests and typically disregarding accepted standards in order to achieve them.
Extraordinarily ironically, he find himself desperately wanting to plead his loyalty to someone/something. He has found that he thrives having an authoritative figure telling him what to do. Being under someone's orders. He's a loyal mutt, and due to his extensive history of being a 'slave' he has found solace in not having to think for himself. Things are easier that way. The complexity of his persona spreads like sickening a virus when you look closer, pumping through his veins and threading through his nerves. Under a microscope, the contrast lies between his simple, yet extraordinarily open mind. One might think someone who enjoys being subordinate to others, someone so straightforward and obedient might lack their own sense of self or personality. Might have no desire to make something of themselves without the help of others. This, as you may find, is not the case. Peaking through the shield of self-preservation, you will see a boy. A curious boy, one with big wonder-filled eyes. Stubborn and hardy, unique in his mannerisms and immensely capable of thought-provoking conversation and difficult tasks. He is intrigued by learning, and eager to explore the world around him. He is not following orders due to a lack of mental capacity.
Pod often struggles to find motivation. Now that he is on his own and often looking to no one but himself to make decisions, he has found himself struggle with the idea of having no purpose. His past has shaped him into a trick pony, trained to be extremely reward-oriented. Pod will only do something if it is worthwhile. To him, or to whoever he is working for. He is selfish. Uncaring towards others, unloving and off putting. He is weak willed and needs a strong sense of purpose or motivation to accomplish anything. This will often get in the way of decision making: when he has no powerful sense of what he thinks the answer is. Indecisive. Likewise, being treated like an expendable servant for years and years, Pod has grown to see himself as such. He does not put much value on his own life. He fears very little, he'll look death in the eye without a second thought. Like a dull sheep may stare at the butcher. Some mistake him to be extraordinarily brave, but perhaps it's truly a blindness, a desensitized, an trained ignorance to danger.
Being a delinquent Balosar, most people stereotype him to be spineless, depressed, sarcastic, and selfish.
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- Can’t smell or taste very well. Eyesight is questionable. Very bad vision at night, probably needs glasses
- Extremely oversensitive to noises. He hates loud noises or reverberations, can hear things other people can’t. If something is too loud he will be immobilized with splitting headaches and ringing ears.
- Extremely oversensitive to touch. Overreacts to it, and often avoids contact with others as much as he can. Not necessarily painful, but very overstimulating and uncomfortable. The feeling is often exacerbated with the intent of the touch, for example a loving touch from another person will be extraordinarily pleasurable, likewise a harsh touch with the intent to harm is overly hurtful.
- Very low pain threshold. Everything hurts. Experiences intense sensitivity to pain, it can blind him easily and cloud his senses
- Heavy. Has a hard time riding on regular speeders, and has to be careful where he steps. He has been burned many times when whatever he’s standing on gives out or breaks due to his excessive weight.
- Doesn't know anything about droids or computers. Technology in general confuses him.
- Has a hard time differentiating right from wrong
- Doesn't have any specified allegiance, really has no one looking out for him
- A loner, doesn't get along well with others (has a hard time opening up and talking to people). Inexperience in relationships in general
- Has a hard time with his newfound freedom, doesn't quite know how to be his own person and take care of himself
- Addicted to Death sticks
- Comes off as dull, hard headed and simple
- Cynical, reward oriented, selfish
- Sluggish, slow moving due to his density
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- Resistant to most toxins and poisons
- Heightened sense of hearing, can hear into subsonic ranges
- Has a very reliable ‘gut’ feeling about things. His natural intuition is extraordinarily innate, he seems to be able to sense danger extremely effectively. Animal instincts
- Self-preserving, cunning, calculating. Executes tasks effectively and efficiently
- Curious, desires to learn new things and explore. Has discovered a desire to acquire new knowledge and skills
- No fear, 'brave' and willing to take risks
- Hard worker, is not afraid of difficult, laborious or taxing tasks. Rarely does he complain
- Loyal and obedient
- Very logically driven (not emotionally)
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- Due to his incredible physical intuition (from antennas) and telepathy, members of the Jedi Order could mistake this for sensitivity.
- Using the Force to influence Pod will be a difficult task at best, do not underestimate him as an opponent.
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A neutral party. He doesn't really know whats going on politically in the universe, nor has he educated himself on Jedi/Sith conflicts. Often finds himself aligning and working more with the empire. He is loyal to whoever is paying him
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Trained in hand-to-hand combat. Specializes in up close melee. Is fully capable with small knives/shivs, as well as larger swords/staffs, etc. Has many stealth tricks and tools for sneaky take downs. Knows how to use a blaster, he's not the best shot but can get by with it. Usually doesn't prefer it, the noise it makes bothers him. Often uses himself as a weapon, using tendrils, tentacles, fists, claws, spikes, etc. Anything he can dream up.
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TroublingUnchildlikeBehavior • CombatTentacles • TendrilsOfDarkness• ShapeShifterWeapon• SuperToughness• HealingFactor • FriendInTheBlackMarket • IntrepidMerchant • HappinessInSlavery • TykeBomb • DistractedByTheShiny • AMindIsATerribleThingToRead • ShapeshifterModeLock • AdventurerArchaeologist • MacGuffins • • • • • • • • • • • •
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