Sian Jerikao
Definitely not going to eat you
Name:
[SIZE=11pt]Sian Jerikao[/SIZE]
Age:
[SIZE=11pt]76 standard years[/SIZE]
Species:
[SIZE=11pt]Anzati (generally masquerades as human)[/SIZE]
Gender:
[SIZE=11pt]Male[/SIZE]
Height:
[SIZE=11pt]1.88 Meters[/SIZE]
Weight:
[SIZE=11pt]95.25 Kilograms[/SIZE]
Eye Color:
[SIZE=11pt]A deep and piercing blue[/SIZE]
Hair Color:
[SIZE=11pt]Jet-black[/SIZE]
Skin Color:
[SIZE=11pt]Slightly pale[/SIZE]
Force Sensitivity:
[SIZE=11pt]He is indeed able to use the force, his long life giving him slight control over it[/SIZE]
Rank:
[SIZE=11pt](Formerly) Assassin[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](Formerly) Bodyguard[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sith Acolyte[/SIZE]
Faction:
[SIZE=11pt](Formerly) Underworld[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](Formerly) Abregadeo Rae Merchant Guilds[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Sith Empire[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]~Brotherhood of the Sith[/SIZE]
Weapons:
[SIZE=11pt]Vibrosword[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Blaster Carbine (more or less unused now)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Silenced Slugthrower Pistol[/SIZE]
Equipment:
[SIZE=11pt]Battle Armor (generally unused now)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Wrist-mounted holdout blaster (small and hard to notice)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Wrist-mounted holdout blaster (small and hard to notice)[/SIZE]
Strengths:
[SIZE=11pt]Long Life[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]After already living 76 years, little to an Anzati but much to many lesser-lived races he has had ample chance to grow his abilities to put himself at a higher non-force based skill level than his peers in the Academy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Anzat Biology[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With remarkable self-control over his species natural hunger (or at least being very polite about feasting) he has poned many of his species predatory abilities into more potent tools. Hypnosis to confuse a foe, an increased regenerative ability to heal from wounds far quicker than most, and a terrifying agility he has continuously grown over the years. Each one making him a potentially dangerous opponent, even with his lack of skill in saber or force[/SIZE]
Weaknesses:
[SIZE=11pt]The Hunger[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He just like to ascribe himself the talent of warding off his species natural hunger, but it can be quite difficult at times. At any moment he could potentially go savage and begin a vicious feast of his allies[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Arrogance [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]It is hard to be old among the young and the skilled among the unskilled, even when neither of these are the case. A layer of arrogance can cover him in combat, though he is well aware of this flaw, a man who looks inward constantly.[/SIZE]
Ship:
[SIZE=11pt]For a brief period of time he flew his own gunboat he used as base of operation, though as of now he doesn’t have much of a personal ship other than an old freighter for traveling.[/SIZE]
Kills:
[SIZE=11pt]N/A[/SIZE]
Bounties:
[SIZE=11pt]N/A[/SIZE]
Personality:
[SIZE=11pt]He is a remarkably polite man, well-spoken and always friendly: at one point this hid his much more sinister attempts at feasting on the unaware before he lead a portion of his life where he named himself a “paragon of justice”, but these traits followed with that old murderer persona for the better rather than the worse. He shows a deference to his superiors (anyone who can breach his arrogance is more than worthy of his praise) and even a respect to his enemies when speaking about them. He is an incredibly calm person, under most circumstances he will never lose his cool.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Of course, when he does he is a raging inferno of raw murderous prowess and a barely contained hunger. A poor sight and poor experiences for any unfortunate soul to be in the way.[/SIZE]
History:
[SIZE=11pt]Born another nameless Anzati on their arid homeworld of Anzat, Sian was nothing more than a mere child given some brief tutelage and care under his parents before the two disappeared to the stars never to be seen again and the young Anzat was taken into an academy of assassins to begin his life. With this, he finds many of these early years very shady or almost missing, he knew he was trained (viciously at that) but little else. Whatever was there was lost to time and ruin after the decades he left the academy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He learned, he learned to kick and punch, to lure and stab, to simply be a killing machine. Sponsored little organization they had going on here, he wanted none of it even at such an early age. A free-bird during his early years before he reached his pleasantly young age he’s at now, once finishing this ever mysterious training he slaughtered the (what he presumed) criminals on the craft and took himself to the stars to find some meaning to his life and take the reins rather than whatever trash he would’ve worked for.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Truthfully, it didn’t go much further rather than him being able to chose his own employer, in what he describes as a burst of” teenage rebellion” he used all this training he was forcibly gifted to become a grossly blunt killer rather than some stealthy tool, “more exciting” he described it as. Slowly he learned to control these skills though and the occasional feeding on some unfortunate victim…[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]In time this controlled savagery bred the grossly and almost scarily polite underworld forcer and hidden serial killer, he may have controlled one part of his life but his great hunger never actually ceased and he quickly became almost crazed in this hunt for fresh soup to feed on, to grow stronger and all the more connected to the ways of his people.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]But he rebounded, disgusted with himself and the many innocents he slaughtered, taking off to a moral swap he ditched working for the Underworld and went to the planet of Abregadeo Rae: wretched hive of scum that it was, he hunted the scum, the trash, and the underworld he had once served as some form of bloody and violent repentance for that which he had done for so many years prior. He embraced a simpler life, hiring himself out to merchants making their way through the world as a bodyguard for those unsavory elements he satisfied himself on. But, when one has such a long life ahead of them, the same old calm could grow tiresome. And indeed he had discovered he possessed skills with the force beyond that of his practically entirely force-sensitive race: he was not the only one to see this and the eyes of the Sith fell upon the mercenary and he accepted their offer to join and train his skills anew, abandoning the former bodyguard life to go off to Bastion and become a Sith.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He is relatively fresh, but already has gained a handful of rivals from his early training: jealousy rife from those members who lack the same abilities he had the privilege of such training. [/SIZE]