Nyos Val
The Redeemer
NAME: Nyos Val
FACTION: Omega Protectorate (Formerly)
RANK: First Lieutenant (Formerly)
SPECIES: Human/Cyborg
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 250lbs/91Kg
EYES: Blue/Green
HAIR: White
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Survivability
+Inventive
+Cybernetic Enhancements
+Scientific Geneous
-Being a Doctor makes him more Merciful except in the case of those attacking citizens
-Being a fringe Scientist makes him less compassionate about morals of experiments
-Being more Machine then Man decreased his humanity
SHIP:
The "Phoebus"
BIOGRAPHY:
Nyos was born to a young merchant couple. They transported goods for local businesses legal or not. They ran along the Corellian Trade Spine for many years, living and loving the family they had made. Nyos was born on a stop to Javin. Nyos was taught all his parents knew, and from those his parents traded for. He learned to fight, drive/pilot, and survive in the reaches of space. His family gave him his own transport to help grow the family business. He named his vessel “Hermes” and it was a swift transport as the name suggests. He began making his own reputation as the fastest deliverer in the sector. One day, he was offered a long distance job that promised a large payout, without a second thought, he was off. The destination was Yag’Dhul, he was so excited to make his family proud, and he didn’t even check the manifest. Punched to full power, he raced to his destination. Half way to Yag’Dhul he caught a blip on his radar, then two, the three. They were coming up fast and on a direct line to intercept him. He had only enough time to slow to avoid the initial collision. Three loud clangs rattled through the hull of the ship as clamps latched down. No longer in control of the ship, Nyos ran for his quarters to grab his blaster. He sounded a mayday alarm to whoever was in the nearest quadrant. Nyos made for the cargo bay and readied for whatever came through the doors. He heard the clang and thud of boots behind the door. What he didn’t expect was the invaders had packed explosives in their kits this morning. As the cloud from the explosion flowed through the cargo bay, blaster fire could be seen reaching for Nyos as the boots rumbled closer. Nyos fired back and heard a few cries of pain and thuds of bodies landing on the hard metal floor. For each pair of boots he stopped, two more seemed to appear it their place. They didn’t immediately come straight for Nyos, but veered towards his cargo. After Nyos dropped a dozen boots or so, the shots started focusing in on his position. He made a break for the kitchen; it was a more defensible location and grabbed a butcher knife. Nyos could hear the intruders down the corridor. They were yelling to each other and running throughout the ship searching for the pilot of their captured vessel. Two misfortunate souls drifted into the kitchen to steal a bite during the commotion, Nyos pounced on them from behind the table. Hacking a vicious gash into the collar of the first and sending him screaming into the afterlife, and wrestling the other into a headlock, watching the man’s eyes disappear into his skull, he could hear more boots coming down towards the scream. Grabbing at the blaster on this man’s hip, he was able to catch the first to enter off guard, and finish the man in the head lock as a grenade entered the room on a bounce. Nyos scrambled for cover to be blown into it. He grabbed for the blaster only to realize there was nothing to grab it with, his right arm was only half there. He began to lose some his vision, but he couldn’t give up now. His ship, cargo, life was at stake and he had to see his parents again. He grabbed the blaster with his left hand and ran out firing, taking as many down as he could; the blood loss began to take its toll. He fell to his knees as a neatly dressed Weequay strolled into the kitchen. He began to speak but the clock had run out on Nyos’ adrenaline. He was able to see three men come closer as he slumped over unconscious on the floor. He woke on a bed in a white, bright room. His vision was still blurry, and his head throbbed. He still couldn’t feel much besides the burning sensation on his arm…. And left leg….. And his right eye. He moved to feel for each spot to notice large bandages over his arm and leg, but a small, stiff wrap around his head. He couldn’t move too much not because of his injuries, but of straps holding him in his spot. He couldn’t struggle due to the pain in his body and the lack of focus in his head. A woman in a worn white coat turned as he stirred. She had a long scar across her left cheek, grey eyes and jet black hair pulled into a loose bun. She moved to a com on the wall “He’s awake”.
KILLS:
Threads:
Battle of Mandalore Sith invasion of Mandalore, Omega Pyre sent a 5 man team in to assist in the defense of Mandalore
Operation Clean Up: Keldabe After-action from the Sith Invasion of Mandalore
Cloud Number Nine The Dominion of Bespin
The Armada The Dominion of Sluis Van.
Auction of Various Gear
GEAR:
Grey Fox Mask
Custom Vibrosword
Bolt Gun
Woebringer Pistol
Ripper SMG
Baka Bodyglove
Business Assets
x3 Sigma Class Transports
x4 Bora Class Freighters
x50 Z3 Labor Droid
x50 Z4 Cargo Droid
x25 Z5 Maintenance Droid
x25 Z6 Naval Droid
x1 AN1 Recycling Droid
x2 Aakua Landspeeder
x10 PA Cargo Speeder
x3 MSL-67 Prime Landspeeder
Manufacturing Site Beta
x3 TY-400 Defense Satellite
x300 clones
FACTION: Omega Protectorate (Formerly)
RANK: First Lieutenant (Formerly)
SPECIES: Human/Cyborg
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1”
WEIGHT: 250lbs/91Kg
EYES: Blue/Green
HAIR: White
SKIN: Light
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Survivability
+Inventive
+Cybernetic Enhancements
+Scientific Geneous
-Being a Doctor makes him more Merciful except in the case of those attacking citizens
-Being a fringe Scientist makes him less compassionate about morals of experiments
-Being more Machine then Man decreased his humanity
SHIP:
The "Phoebus"
BIOGRAPHY:
Nyos was born to a young merchant couple. They transported goods for local businesses legal or not. They ran along the Corellian Trade Spine for many years, living and loving the family they had made. Nyos was born on a stop to Javin. Nyos was taught all his parents knew, and from those his parents traded for. He learned to fight, drive/pilot, and survive in the reaches of space. His family gave him his own transport to help grow the family business. He named his vessel “Hermes” and it was a swift transport as the name suggests. He began making his own reputation as the fastest deliverer in the sector. One day, he was offered a long distance job that promised a large payout, without a second thought, he was off. The destination was Yag’Dhul, he was so excited to make his family proud, and he didn’t even check the manifest. Punched to full power, he raced to his destination. Half way to Yag’Dhul he caught a blip on his radar, then two, the three. They were coming up fast and on a direct line to intercept him. He had only enough time to slow to avoid the initial collision. Three loud clangs rattled through the hull of the ship as clamps latched down. No longer in control of the ship, Nyos ran for his quarters to grab his blaster. He sounded a mayday alarm to whoever was in the nearest quadrant. Nyos made for the cargo bay and readied for whatever came through the doors. He heard the clang and thud of boots behind the door. What he didn’t expect was the invaders had packed explosives in their kits this morning. As the cloud from the explosion flowed through the cargo bay, blaster fire could be seen reaching for Nyos as the boots rumbled closer. Nyos fired back and heard a few cries of pain and thuds of bodies landing on the hard metal floor. For each pair of boots he stopped, two more seemed to appear it their place. They didn’t immediately come straight for Nyos, but veered towards his cargo. After Nyos dropped a dozen boots or so, the shots started focusing in on his position. He made a break for the kitchen; it was a more defensible location and grabbed a butcher knife. Nyos could hear the intruders down the corridor. They were yelling to each other and running throughout the ship searching for the pilot of their captured vessel. Two misfortunate souls drifted into the kitchen to steal a bite during the commotion, Nyos pounced on them from behind the table. Hacking a vicious gash into the collar of the first and sending him screaming into the afterlife, and wrestling the other into a headlock, watching the man’s eyes disappear into his skull, he could hear more boots coming down towards the scream. Grabbing at the blaster on this man’s hip, he was able to catch the first to enter off guard, and finish the man in the head lock as a grenade entered the room on a bounce. Nyos scrambled for cover to be blown into it. He grabbed for the blaster only to realize there was nothing to grab it with, his right arm was only half there. He began to lose some his vision, but he couldn’t give up now. His ship, cargo, life was at stake and he had to see his parents again. He grabbed the blaster with his left hand and ran out firing, taking as many down as he could; the blood loss began to take its toll. He fell to his knees as a neatly dressed Weequay strolled into the kitchen. He began to speak but the clock had run out on Nyos’ adrenaline. He was able to see three men come closer as he slumped over unconscious on the floor. He woke on a bed in a white, bright room. His vision was still blurry, and his head throbbed. He still couldn’t feel much besides the burning sensation on his arm…. And left leg….. And his right eye. He moved to feel for each spot to notice large bandages over his arm and leg, but a small, stiff wrap around his head. He couldn’t move too much not because of his injuries, but of straps holding him in his spot. He couldn’t struggle due to the pain in his body and the lack of focus in his head. A woman in a worn white coat turned as he stirred. She had a long scar across her left cheek, grey eyes and jet black hair pulled into a loose bun. She moved to a com on the wall “He’s awake”.
KILLS:
Threads:
Battle of Mandalore Sith invasion of Mandalore, Omega Pyre sent a 5 man team in to assist in the defense of Mandalore
Operation Clean Up: Keldabe After-action from the Sith Invasion of Mandalore
Cloud Number Nine The Dominion of Bespin
The Armada The Dominion of Sluis Van.
Auction of Various Gear
GEAR:
Grey Fox Mask
Custom Vibrosword
Bolt Gun
Woebringer Pistol
Ripper SMG
Baka Bodyglove
Business Assets
x3 Sigma Class Transports
x4 Bora Class Freighters
x50 Z3 Labor Droid
x50 Z4 Cargo Droid
x25 Z5 Maintenance Droid
x25 Z6 Naval Droid
x1 AN1 Recycling Droid
x2 Aakua Landspeeder
x10 PA Cargo Speeder
x3 MSL-67 Prime Landspeeder
Manufacturing Site Beta
x3 TY-400 Defense Satellite
x300 clones