Uhtred Kjartan
Active Member
NAME:Tirgenis
TITLE: The Unforgotten
LOYALTIES: Little to none
RANK: Tirgenis is in possession of no rank
SPECIES: Ma'alkerrite
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 7'0
WEIGHT: 477 lbs.
EYES: Coral Orange
HAIR: Burnt Charcoal Grey
FORCE SENSITIVITY STATUS: Unknown
Studying about 3 years at a military academy, Tirgenis learned the best of the best combat strategies.
Ever since he was a young boy, Tirgenis was always the smartest of his group, always learning.
After attending multiple classes at a variety of flight academies, Tirgenis has knowledge on how to pilotalmost any ship, or drive a wide variety of vehicles.
Tirgenis has been known to uphold a past of complete mercilessness, and fails to identify the time to utilize his brute strength.
Ever since the murdering of Tirgenis' clan, he sought vengeance and pain for those that would have brought death upon them.
Even in situations where he is in the utmost friendliness, Tirgenis can still be a total brute. With no knowledge of his true strength, he has caused physical pain towards others.
Even from the farthest of glances, Tirgenis is a titan, towering upon those of his species and even those not. He proudly wears his overgrown beard as a trophy of wisdom, and the ultimate symbolism of strength, power even. His black, long nails symbolized his disregard for cosmetic appearance, however he did not reek. In combat, he nearly wears the environment around him.
While attending formal gatherings, Tirgenis wears the finest of armor covered in torn, ragged robes donning the clan symbol. The red on the symbol was meant to honor those that had fallen, whether it be to combat in one of the various wars, or whether it be of old age, all were honored.
Tirgenis' eyes appear to be worn and tired should someone get close enough to stare him in the eye, or have the audacity to. His eyes had seen much, pain, anger, rage, death, and even birth. Each of which was an important moment to advance him in history.
The Fist of Peace
The Fist of Peace is a heavy melee weapon weighing approximately 250 lbs, not commonly utilized by those not of the Ma'alkerrite species, but no one says it's impossible. The weapon is about 5 feet long witha spherical 'rock' type tip. The source of this type is unknown, however it has a magnetic pull to it. It is suspected that the weapon is some sort of magnetic mineral.
Part I.
The Secret War
It had taken countless battles, numerous campaigns, heartbreaking defeats and triumphant victories to hunt down the traitor that had called himself the ruler of the Ma'alkerrite people on Tirgenis' homeworld. Numerous taskmasters, operations commanders, and honored leaders had risen and fallen in this troubled time. Power shifted back and forth until it set its crosshairs on one person. Just one. Although many knew his name, he became commonly known as "The Hunted" due to the separate clans uniting as one to find his whereabouts and remove him. The campaign was long hours of nothing interrupted by short minutes of terror. Although not much combat was seen, when there was an ambush or all-out raid, the casualties were endless. At the time, Tirgenis was simply in charge of 10 men. Under him was one Junior Ranger, 4 heavies, 2 jet men, and 3 standard ranger infantry. Recently, forward scouts located the Forward Operations Base of The Hunted and his men. Inside, there were several tents filled to the brim with racks for The Hunted's soldiers to sleep. Tirgenis and his small band of brothers had begun the process of infiltration while the main army was distracting the soldiers within by attacking from the very front, allowing Tirgenis and his rangers to infiltrate and gather intel.
"Finish downloading that data and we can get out of here, Gal'morak." said Tirgenis
"Yes, sir." replied the subordinate.
And then, it happened. As the unit was beginning to leave the base one of the experienced jet troopers was shot in the back, his jump pack exploding immediately, severely injuring another. The entire unit quickly scattered to cover, as if to prepare for an hour long firefight. However, Tirgenis simply stood and turned. When he was fully turned, there he stood. The Hunted. The traitor. The single one who tore apart the Ma'alkerrite in this area as a people. The day had finally come. The day where everything could be ended in minutes, or drug on for hours.
"Go." Said Tirgenis as he turned to his Junior Squad lead, "Get everyone out of here alive."
And just like that, they left. It was him versus The Hunted in hand to hand combat. The battle was long considering the size and experience The Hunted had on him. However, Tirgenis sat alone in the FOB, surrounded by nothing. He picked up the weapon that the conqueror had wielded and kept it as a trophy, leaving and wandering in the distance only to be.... Forgotten.
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BIG THANKS TO
Malok
FOR ALL THE ARTWORK AND SUBSECTION TITLES!
