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The Undertaker

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NAME: The Undertaker
FACTION: Dark Judges of the Outer Rim - Master Level
RANK: Master
SPECIES: Anzat
AGE: 566 years old
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1"
WEIGHT: 92 kgs
EYES: Black
HAIR: Murky brown
SKIN: Pale as death
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes






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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

  • Master of Murder
  • Gunslinger with uncanny eye
  • Hard target to hit - seems to vanish into thin air
  • Long life span
  • Needs to kill beings to survive
  • Bleeds - can be capture or killed
  • Sensitive to light

APPEARANCE:
Boney looking man, with an air of danger and mystery about him, for those that get close enough. Never without his long black feathered cloak, which makes him look like a raven.
A hat adorns his head, casting a shadow over his face. Old clothes hide his skeletal form, sinews wired to breaking point and muscles lean and strong cross his frame.
No emotion writes across his features, eyes as dead as a corpse.

BIOGRAPHY:

Born Vandok Jerriko, he is grandson to Dannik Jerriko The Eater of Luck. By Anzat standards he was a strange and eerie child and at the age of 50 SGY, he ate and killed his own mother. His father a few years later. Like an Anzat, the need for soup was perpetual and drove him out at night to hunt. At first it was a standard hunger, drinking of beggers and criminals and street walkers, but the thirst developed into some more. He like the kill and did so for sport, leaving bodies to spoil without taking his entire fill of Soup. There was a period in which he left his victims with brain damage, just to see what would happen, but he grew bored of that. The thrill of the hunt always intoxicating, never a challenge which pushed his thirst to the limit, engaging in horrendous acts just to get a kick out of life.

He had once loved a girl, she had been so pure and forgiving, accepting and for a belief part of his life he thought about change. She had given him a hope that there might be more to his existence than living in the darkness. But that was taken away from him, the day she was killed on Exocron by an Outer Rim Coalition member. He did not discover their name nor did it matter that the group changed their name, one by one they would all die in the end .. he had plenty of time to get his revenge. He joined the band of Dark Judges.

He roams the Outer Rim, planet hopping to secure his pets to fill his cages. The Hearse, his ship, has several cargo holds in which he keeps beings pent up waiting for his amusement. Or to feast on. Once you enter The Hearse, you never leave.

SHIP:
Light Freighter - 'The Hearse'

KILLS:
Plenty - A guys gotta eat.






ROLE-PLAYS:
Neon Shadows - Dominion
 
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