Venio Palatro
The Pale Inheritor
▌Venio Locryn Palatro▐
The Inheritor
• | Aliases | 7-88A1822, Domell Martor
- | Nicknames | N/A
• | Titles | N/A
• | Factions | N/A
- | Affiliations | N/A
- | Enemies | N/A
- | Ranks | N/A
• | Occupation | N/A; Wanderer
- | Past Occupations | Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Smuggler, Labor (Misc.)
• | Age | 32 yrs.
- | DOB | 817 ABY
• | Species | Human
• | Homeworld | Jakku
- | Home | N/A; Nomadic
• | Sex | Male
• | Orientation | Heterosexual
• | Marital Status | Single; Widower
• | Family |
- Tthel Moor, Godfather; Wanderer - Unknown
- Tir Palatro, Uncle; Corporate Executive - Alive
- Alor Palatro, Father; Mercenary, Rogue Apprentice - Deceased
- Lletha Palatro, Mother; Smuggler, Exile - Deceased
- Lena Palatro, Wife; Moisture Farmer, Lower Class - Deceased
- Marcus Palatro, Son; Child, Missing - Unknown
• | Force Sensitivity | Positive
- | Alignment | Dark Side
- | Force Rank | Nonexistent; Untrained
• | Personality | Stoic Realist, Quiet and Reserved; Leaning Chaotic
- | Overview | Despite his upbringing and brusque manner, Venio operates primarily in a reserved state: he often opts to preserve energy through initial inaction. Initially, this can lead him to appear slow, even sickly or lethargic; however, in truth, he is simply waiting for the right opportunity to leave the greatest impact, either with words or, rather, with action.
▌Description▐
• | Physique | Slender
- | Height | 5'10 ft. (1.8 m.)
- | Weight | 193 lbs. (87.54 kg.)
◘ | Lean Weight | 175 lbs. (79.38 kg.)
• | Complexion | Pale
• | Hair Color | White
• | Eye Color | Dark Blue
• | Aesthetics |
- | Implants |
◘ N/A
- | Piercings |
◘ | Left Arm | Usually left unworn, or at most concealed, three ornately-wrought bars, made of treated iron, can be seen stapled into the flesh of his shoulder, located firmly implanted into his deltoid muscle along its lateral fibers, starting just below the clavicle. Though harmless and well-kept, they are known to pinch the nerves when the arm is lifted, causing an intense burning sensation that radiates throughout the shoulder and down the bicep.
◘ | Left Arm | Much like those located on his shoulder, three larger rods dig into his forearm, stretched beneath the skin and held in place by a pair of large, screwed-on joints that flank either end. Pinned into the skin, they, much like the rest of his modifications, provide little context to their purpose; the fashion unfamiliar, not akin to any known culture - betraying their sentimentality.
- | Tattoos |
◘ N/A
• | Blemishes |
- | Birth Marks |
◘ | Right Elbow | Located on the elbow of his right arm, the skin is pink and scaly, giving it the appearance of an autoimmune disease, perhaps like psoriasis or eczema; rather, it is simply a strange, genetic mark he's had since birth. However, on planets assailed by notable plagues, or in societies that place particular emphasis on the clarity of one's skin, it has been known to perform as a peculiar obstacle, rather than a token of his own unique character.
- | Scars |
◘ | Forehead | Before he served his sentence on Artus Prime, Venio was a small-time bounty hunter, operating under the pseudonym Domell Martor for local crime lords in Hutt-controlled space. Though he never obtained much notoriety or acclaim, he did find plenty of success in his field working for a small-time smuggler's guild; one of his bigger catches, a rakata pirate, left him with a scar in parting - a shot to the eyes with a concealed vibroknife, barely dodged, scraped out a narrow, shallow scar that still lingers lightly on his forehead. Resting just above the brow, it smoothly grazes from just above his left eye up into the rightmost corner of his scalp, barely visible beneath the bangs of his hairline.
◘ | Chin | A lingering reminder of a more stable, passive phase of life; Venio never speaks of how he earned this one. In truth, out of the many stories his body could tell, this is by far the most dull and pitiful - a light wound of his younger years, when he was first introduced to the seedy palace parties of a malnourished criminal underbelly. A few drinks of a particularly volatile beverage left him passed out on the floor, but not before he dashed his chin on an elderly Pa'lowick's hookah, stashed in the corner of the grimy, lively bar, leaving him with a sickle-shaped cleft on his chin.
◘ | Abdomen | During an early expedition into the ruins of a crashed, archaic ship, lodged deep in an alien bayou somewhere in the Outer Rim, Venio became isolated from the rest of his crew and became trapped in the vessel. As it sunk deeper into the murky, fetid water, he was forced to make his escape through an exposed exhaust port, revealed by corrosive gasses which ate away at the hull; ultimately, as he wormed his way through to safety, gas lines ignited in the primitive craft. Due to the design, the heat was inevitably funneled in his direction; however, some mysterious power intervened, dampening the blow and ultimately saving his life - regardless, he was still left with a horrid wound that blasted apart the skin and muscle. Even after intense medical care he was left with horrid, webbed skin laced along his navel, and a deep, spiraling scar that banishes most of the feeling in his core.
- | Other |
◘ | Overview |
In summary, Venio could quickly be recounted as perhaps 'ethereal' or 'ghostly,' not out of any particular behavior - but simply in synopsis of his entire physical presence. Every movement, gesture, look, expression, breath is void of any tangible, worldly feeling; stricken by physical malady at birth, it would not be inaccurate to say he was truly masked in the essence of death. Spiritual in nature, it is possible he encourages this; already, his pale, smooth skin is likened to marble or, rather grimly, to a corpse, drained of blood. In fact, it would be rare to witness a spot of bright color on him; his straight, ivory hair in particular has a colorless, lifeless quality to it, especially in movement, where it seems to float about, almost as if underwater, drowning. It may be why he covers his eyes, despite their cold, steely gaze, unpleasing, insurmountably cruel and lifeless; they're the color of that deep sea, a dark, heavy blue. When he speaks, his voice is soft, the words eloquent; he has the mannerisms of high class nobility, the polite disposition of a priest, but his accent betrays his birth as a commoner, less than that if possible. His mouth, thin-lipped, is pursed constantly; all evidence to his demeanor is stiff and deathly. He is very gaunt, hauntingly so; though packed with muscle, and well-tended to at that, with the definition concealed it would be hard to imagine someone as thin as him being so strong; perhaps the pallid exterior adds to this sense of fragility. When he moves, he does so with a rather fierce grace, almost floating, every long-legged step seeming to be carried by the billows of the wind rather than his own weight.
▌Abilities▐
• | Expertise |
- | Force Powers |
◘ N/A
- | Skills |
◘ | Languages |
○ | Basic Galactic Standard |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Bocce |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Huttese |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Teedospeak |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
◘ | Lightsaber Techniques |
○ | Form I: Shii-Cho |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form II: Makashi |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form III: Soresu |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form IV: Ataru |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form V: Shien / Djem So |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form VI: Niman |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form VII: Juyo / Vaapad |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
- | Inventory |
◘ | Attire |
○ | Moor's Crown | A deeply-treasured token left behind by Venio's sporadically elusive and strange godfather, an ornate crown shaped from bright electrum. Moor, a private and quirk-laden man, was a miraluka; thus, like many of his kind, chose to conceal his eyeless visage with such a mask, that was designed to slip over the length of his slender nose and shroud his sight. An odd reminder of twisted metal, Palatro continues to wear it given the opportunity; often slipping it back, allowing just enough room for darkened eyes to peer out from the shadowy veil cast by this thorned coronet. However, despite its mystical appearance, the crown is purely cosmetic, providing absolutely no further benefit or purpose.
○ | Synth-leather Armor | A heirloom which saw plenty of use during his days of bounty hunting, Venio wears a dark-dyed pauldron of synthetic leather, often extending down the arm in scaled rings down to his hand. Initially bizarre, or even contradictory, in appearance - especially due to his usual preference to leave the other without sleeve, in truth it betrays some insight into his method of combat: most often, he'd use his primary hand - the right one - for striking, while his left arm stayed armored, and would be used to undermine his opponents guard, parry their attacks to open a counter, or outright be used to defend and dampen powerful strikes; thus, the clear damage and wear this armor has sustained.
○ | Miscellaneous Attire | Once his prison sentence was served, and his bounty hunting career met its untimely end, Venio survived on the move - not for any particular reason save for the incredible disdain he felt for stationary living, ironic considering his penchant for patient behavior. He made money following a simple routine: odd job to odd job, mostly labor, with occasional room for dexterous skill. Thus, in order to sustain himself for travel, he carries with him a select few sets of simple attire tailored to various ecosystems commonly encountered throughout his nomadic lifestyle, with some exceptions. However, notably, most are outfitted to follow his usual dress when it can be afforded: namely, his crown and light armor.
○ | Traveling Cloak | One of the few belongings left to his name, a sole heirloom from his flesh and blood, this weathered and frayed cloak has stayed with him throughout his journeys in the Galaxy. Assailed by every sort of battery imaginable, this stiffened cape is lined with tears, holes, ragged tears, and black frays from countless fires and blaster bolts. The black fineweave sherculién-cloth may have once been a beautiful article of clothing, with fine, crimson molf piping decorating its folds; now, little more remains than tatters.
◘ | Baubles |
○ | Black Soapstone | A charred-looking trinket, one carved into an unfamiliar shape; it suggests a humanoid figure, but created with a unskilled hand. Venio has carried this throughout his journey, but its very existence is a complete secret to anyone but himself, suggesting a deep-rooted sense of nostalgia or affection. Due to the softness of the material, the battery of movement has left it chipped and lightly weathered.
◘ | Droids |
○ N/A
◘ | Holocrons |
○ N/A
◘ | Pets |
○ N/A
◘ | Property |
○ N/A
◘ | Vehicles |
○ N/A
◘ | Weaponry |
○ N/A
- | Overview |
◘ | Strengths and Talents |
○ | Precise Mentality | In Venio's practices, there is no room for any margin of error or unnecessary risk; even in the face of more dangerous works, however, this is simply based on the manner of his upbringing - a dogmatic and religiously-held notion - rather than an initial reaction based off an principle of self-preservation. He is cautious, choosing to withstand any storm, in order to test its properties, before taking any action; thus, he moves to strike with maximum efficiency and treasures precision above all else, including accuracy.
○ | Natural Endurance | Despite his pale, almost-frail physical properties, Venio has used this inherently delicate form to his advantage - training primarily for stamina over strength, flexibility over power, agility over vigor; thus, he has opted to maintain his stature and utilize it to his advantage. Where one might be quick assume him to be the kind avid to avoid combat, utilizing trickery and deceit to outsmart his enemies, he quickly shatters the notion; for all his forethought, he never hesitates to jump into the fray, and test his own speed against the might of others.
○ | Altruistic Inclination | For all of his natural tendencies to drift towards dirtier work, and the malign intent that guides him, Venio does display a peculiar principle of warranted compassion; while this has never outranked his sense of duty, to either his own beliefs or a paycheck, he has done his best to display a selfless, inspired character. Perhaps its only a ploy, to mask whatever inner brutality would lash out when in combat, or maybe its simply a manifestation of guilt; whatever it is, he still abides by this kindness, when not immediately pressured by other obligations.
○ | Intelligent Mind | By no means a genius in terms of prodigal strength, Venio simply offers a keen mind and sharp perception, matched only by a deep willingness to learn. Regardless of his current state, wherever that may be, this psychological need to advance paired with the capacity to develop intellectually has given him the opportunity to walk upon a road less traveled; maybe one laden with despair - however, no matter the obstacle, his own ability to maneuver these crises and outsmart attacks lend itself as his greatest weapon. Where might fails, ingenuity and inventiveness excel.
○ | Keen Judgement | No matter how great his arsenal, the only reason Venio can possibly elaborate on his continued success in survival, no matter how horrid the illness or viscous the Galaxy he wanders, is his intuitive judgement. Perhaps, on some deep, subconscious level, the Force may guide him, urging him to safety from the most unfathomable danger - regardless, he seems to make his way, if only by the skin of his teeth. Near death is almost daily, but in the face of that, it is often left down to a single decision to determine whether or not his journey will continue.
○ | Excellent Memory | If there's one thing a man can learn on the road, it's that they can only trust themselves. A rare gift, one that has allowed him to excel in his career as a bounty hunter, along with whatever may join him later, is an eidetic memory; some doctors has cited this as an extension of his illness, that the occurrence of the disease at such a young age and subsequent stress had stunted mental development, leading to perceived anti-social qualities in his behavior, coupled by this phenomenon. Others, meanwhile, both elaborated further, either claiming that Venio was force-sensitive or, on the other hand, that these experiences were simply fictitious.
◘ | Flaws and Weaknesses |
○ | Ailing Body | Thirty-two years ago, on the lonely desert world of Jakku, Venio was born with a terrible and mysterious sickness; the disease attacked his lungs, but no matter how close he neared death, it never took him. This horrid malady left its scars upon his insides, leaving his immune system feeble; the stress of the episode took the color from his hair, and it continues to assail him with a heavy cough and teary eyes. He has since built up his strength, evoking a healthy and spiritual lifestyle that will continue to empower him, but the remnants of this blight will forever haunt him.
○ | Aloof Personality | Beyond his pallid and outright odd exterior, the most notable feature about Venio is his distant demeanor, remaining reclusive and often retreating away from social interaction. There is no apparent cause for this, save for an incredible distrust and sense of heavy paranoia - neither of which are completely unfounded. However, it is notoriously difficult to earn his trust, and even more painstakingly challenging to get close to him, if that is even possible at all. No matter how charitable he may be, with both his resources and time, his story is never shared nor is his company freely given.
○ | Impressionable | Perhaps a more surprising insight into the depths of Venio's own naivety is that, when his respect is earned, he subconsciously will emulate traits of the exalted's character. Again, while not intentional, it does provide a deeper reflection into Venio's thoughts and, perhaps more surprising, his feelings regarding those who chooses to surround himself with, alluding to they provide more comfort than he cares to elaborate upon or discuss.
○ | Intolerant | While he is wholly charitable, he is horribly unforgiving for past wrongs; no matter the size, from either malign-intent or a simple mistake, he will never relent on a grudge nor would he ever be the one to forget one's own shortcoming. No matter how hypocritical, he is almost pathetically unable to let go of the past, for better or worse, even after the other party has forgiven their part played in the wrong-doing. This can often lead to bigotry, when continued mistakes, either due to a collective, genetic intellect in a species or a cultural habit, assail him, even if only minor inconveniences. There are more than a handful of planets he avoids for this reason alone.
○ | Vengeful Anger | However, if the wrongdoing, in such a case, was perceived to be an act of malevolence or designed in outright disregard for his safety, such as being indirectly injured in an accident, distaste would be altered into vengeance; it is purely a principle, to give and take, and that consequences must be met appropriately for action. This is, perhaps, the sole pinnacle of his own arrogance, a self-appointed victim, as well as the judge, jury, and executioner. While it is not unknown for him to forgive in such a case, more often than not he will entirely disregard all current objectives and seek to enact the punishment which he feels to fit the crime. By no stretch of the imagination is Venio a vigilante, for many bystanders have been quickly caught in the flood of his fury.
The Inheritor
• | Aliases | 7-88A1822, Domell Martor
- | Nicknames | N/A
• | Titles | N/A
• | Factions | N/A
- | Affiliations | N/A
- | Enemies | N/A
- | Ranks | N/A
• | Occupation | N/A; Wanderer
- | Past Occupations | Bounty Hunter, Mercenary, Smuggler, Labor (Misc.)
• | Age | 32 yrs.
- | DOB | 817 ABY
• | Species | Human
• | Homeworld | Jakku
- | Home | N/A; Nomadic
• | Sex | Male
• | Orientation | Heterosexual
• | Marital Status | Single; Widower
• | Family |
- Tthel Moor, Godfather; Wanderer - Unknown
- Tir Palatro, Uncle; Corporate Executive - Alive
- Alor Palatro, Father; Mercenary, Rogue Apprentice - Deceased
- Lletha Palatro, Mother; Smuggler, Exile - Deceased
- Lena Palatro, Wife; Moisture Farmer, Lower Class - Deceased
- Marcus Palatro, Son; Child, Missing - Unknown
• | Force Sensitivity | Positive
- | Alignment | Dark Side
- | Force Rank | Nonexistent; Untrained
• | Personality | Stoic Realist, Quiet and Reserved; Leaning Chaotic
- | Overview | Despite his upbringing and brusque manner, Venio operates primarily in a reserved state: he often opts to preserve energy through initial inaction. Initially, this can lead him to appear slow, even sickly or lethargic; however, in truth, he is simply waiting for the right opportunity to leave the greatest impact, either with words or, rather, with action.
▌Description▐
• | Physique | Slender
- | Height | 5'10 ft. (1.8 m.)
- | Weight | 193 lbs. (87.54 kg.)
◘ | Lean Weight | 175 lbs. (79.38 kg.)
• | Complexion | Pale
• | Hair Color | White
• | Eye Color | Dark Blue
• | Aesthetics |
- | Implants |
◘ N/A
- | Piercings |
◘ | Left Arm | Usually left unworn, or at most concealed, three ornately-wrought bars, made of treated iron, can be seen stapled into the flesh of his shoulder, located firmly implanted into his deltoid muscle along its lateral fibers, starting just below the clavicle. Though harmless and well-kept, they are known to pinch the nerves when the arm is lifted, causing an intense burning sensation that radiates throughout the shoulder and down the bicep.
◘ | Left Arm | Much like those located on his shoulder, three larger rods dig into his forearm, stretched beneath the skin and held in place by a pair of large, screwed-on joints that flank either end. Pinned into the skin, they, much like the rest of his modifications, provide little context to their purpose; the fashion unfamiliar, not akin to any known culture - betraying their sentimentality.
- | Tattoos |
◘ N/A
• | Blemishes |
- | Birth Marks |
◘ | Right Elbow | Located on the elbow of his right arm, the skin is pink and scaly, giving it the appearance of an autoimmune disease, perhaps like psoriasis or eczema; rather, it is simply a strange, genetic mark he's had since birth. However, on planets assailed by notable plagues, or in societies that place particular emphasis on the clarity of one's skin, it has been known to perform as a peculiar obstacle, rather than a token of his own unique character.
- | Scars |
◘ | Forehead | Before he served his sentence on Artus Prime, Venio was a small-time bounty hunter, operating under the pseudonym Domell Martor for local crime lords in Hutt-controlled space. Though he never obtained much notoriety or acclaim, he did find plenty of success in his field working for a small-time smuggler's guild; one of his bigger catches, a rakata pirate, left him with a scar in parting - a shot to the eyes with a concealed vibroknife, barely dodged, scraped out a narrow, shallow scar that still lingers lightly on his forehead. Resting just above the brow, it smoothly grazes from just above his left eye up into the rightmost corner of his scalp, barely visible beneath the bangs of his hairline.
◘ | Chin | A lingering reminder of a more stable, passive phase of life; Venio never speaks of how he earned this one. In truth, out of the many stories his body could tell, this is by far the most dull and pitiful - a light wound of his younger years, when he was first introduced to the seedy palace parties of a malnourished criminal underbelly. A few drinks of a particularly volatile beverage left him passed out on the floor, but not before he dashed his chin on an elderly Pa'lowick's hookah, stashed in the corner of the grimy, lively bar, leaving him with a sickle-shaped cleft on his chin.
◘ | Abdomen | During an early expedition into the ruins of a crashed, archaic ship, lodged deep in an alien bayou somewhere in the Outer Rim, Venio became isolated from the rest of his crew and became trapped in the vessel. As it sunk deeper into the murky, fetid water, he was forced to make his escape through an exposed exhaust port, revealed by corrosive gasses which ate away at the hull; ultimately, as he wormed his way through to safety, gas lines ignited in the primitive craft. Due to the design, the heat was inevitably funneled in his direction; however, some mysterious power intervened, dampening the blow and ultimately saving his life - regardless, he was still left with a horrid wound that blasted apart the skin and muscle. Even after intense medical care he was left with horrid, webbed skin laced along his navel, and a deep, spiraling scar that banishes most of the feeling in his core.
- | Other |
◘ | Overview |
In summary, Venio could quickly be recounted as perhaps 'ethereal' or 'ghostly,' not out of any particular behavior - but simply in synopsis of his entire physical presence. Every movement, gesture, look, expression, breath is void of any tangible, worldly feeling; stricken by physical malady at birth, it would not be inaccurate to say he was truly masked in the essence of death. Spiritual in nature, it is possible he encourages this; already, his pale, smooth skin is likened to marble or, rather grimly, to a corpse, drained of blood. In fact, it would be rare to witness a spot of bright color on him; his straight, ivory hair in particular has a colorless, lifeless quality to it, especially in movement, where it seems to float about, almost as if underwater, drowning. It may be why he covers his eyes, despite their cold, steely gaze, unpleasing, insurmountably cruel and lifeless; they're the color of that deep sea, a dark, heavy blue. When he speaks, his voice is soft, the words eloquent; he has the mannerisms of high class nobility, the polite disposition of a priest, but his accent betrays his birth as a commoner, less than that if possible. His mouth, thin-lipped, is pursed constantly; all evidence to his demeanor is stiff and deathly. He is very gaunt, hauntingly so; though packed with muscle, and well-tended to at that, with the definition concealed it would be hard to imagine someone as thin as him being so strong; perhaps the pallid exterior adds to this sense of fragility. When he moves, he does so with a rather fierce grace, almost floating, every long-legged step seeming to be carried by the billows of the wind rather than his own weight.
▌Abilities▐
• | Expertise |
- | Force Powers |
◘ N/A
- | Skills |
◘ | Languages |
○ | Basic Galactic Standard |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Bocce |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Huttese |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
○ | Teedospeak |
[ Broken - Emerging - Intermediate - Fluent - Native ]
◘ | Lightsaber Techniques |
○ | Form I: Shii-Cho |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form II: Makashi |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form III: Soresu |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form IV: Ataru |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form V: Shien / Djem So |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form VI: Niman |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
○ | Form VII: Juyo / Vaapad |
[ Untrained - Novice - Adept - Advanced - Expert - Master]
- | Inventory |
◘ | Attire |
○ | Moor's Crown | A deeply-treasured token left behind by Venio's sporadically elusive and strange godfather, an ornate crown shaped from bright electrum. Moor, a private and quirk-laden man, was a miraluka; thus, like many of his kind, chose to conceal his eyeless visage with such a mask, that was designed to slip over the length of his slender nose and shroud his sight. An odd reminder of twisted metal, Palatro continues to wear it given the opportunity; often slipping it back, allowing just enough room for darkened eyes to peer out from the shadowy veil cast by this thorned coronet. However, despite its mystical appearance, the crown is purely cosmetic, providing absolutely no further benefit or purpose.
○ | Synth-leather Armor | A heirloom which saw plenty of use during his days of bounty hunting, Venio wears a dark-dyed pauldron of synthetic leather, often extending down the arm in scaled rings down to his hand. Initially bizarre, or even contradictory, in appearance - especially due to his usual preference to leave the other without sleeve, in truth it betrays some insight into his method of combat: most often, he'd use his primary hand - the right one - for striking, while his left arm stayed armored, and would be used to undermine his opponents guard, parry their attacks to open a counter, or outright be used to defend and dampen powerful strikes; thus, the clear damage and wear this armor has sustained.
○ | Miscellaneous Attire | Once his prison sentence was served, and his bounty hunting career met its untimely end, Venio survived on the move - not for any particular reason save for the incredible disdain he felt for stationary living, ironic considering his penchant for patient behavior. He made money following a simple routine: odd job to odd job, mostly labor, with occasional room for dexterous skill. Thus, in order to sustain himself for travel, he carries with him a select few sets of simple attire tailored to various ecosystems commonly encountered throughout his nomadic lifestyle, with some exceptions. However, notably, most are outfitted to follow his usual dress when it can be afforded: namely, his crown and light armor.
○ | Traveling Cloak | One of the few belongings left to his name, a sole heirloom from his flesh and blood, this weathered and frayed cloak has stayed with him throughout his journeys in the Galaxy. Assailed by every sort of battery imaginable, this stiffened cape is lined with tears, holes, ragged tears, and black frays from countless fires and blaster bolts. The black fineweave sherculién-cloth may have once been a beautiful article of clothing, with fine, crimson molf piping decorating its folds; now, little more remains than tatters.
◘ | Baubles |
○ | Black Soapstone | A charred-looking trinket, one carved into an unfamiliar shape; it suggests a humanoid figure, but created with a unskilled hand. Venio has carried this throughout his journey, but its very existence is a complete secret to anyone but himself, suggesting a deep-rooted sense of nostalgia or affection. Due to the softness of the material, the battery of movement has left it chipped and lightly weathered.
◘ | Droids |
○ N/A
◘ | Holocrons |
○ N/A
◘ | Pets |
○ N/A
◘ | Property |
○ N/A
◘ | Vehicles |
○ N/A
◘ | Weaponry |
○ N/A
- | Overview |
◘ | Strengths and Talents |
○ | Precise Mentality | In Venio's practices, there is no room for any margin of error or unnecessary risk; even in the face of more dangerous works, however, this is simply based on the manner of his upbringing - a dogmatic and religiously-held notion - rather than an initial reaction based off an principle of self-preservation. He is cautious, choosing to withstand any storm, in order to test its properties, before taking any action; thus, he moves to strike with maximum efficiency and treasures precision above all else, including accuracy.
○ | Natural Endurance | Despite his pale, almost-frail physical properties, Venio has used this inherently delicate form to his advantage - training primarily for stamina over strength, flexibility over power, agility over vigor; thus, he has opted to maintain his stature and utilize it to his advantage. Where one might be quick assume him to be the kind avid to avoid combat, utilizing trickery and deceit to outsmart his enemies, he quickly shatters the notion; for all his forethought, he never hesitates to jump into the fray, and test his own speed against the might of others.
○ | Altruistic Inclination | For all of his natural tendencies to drift towards dirtier work, and the malign intent that guides him, Venio does display a peculiar principle of warranted compassion; while this has never outranked his sense of duty, to either his own beliefs or a paycheck, he has done his best to display a selfless, inspired character. Perhaps its only a ploy, to mask whatever inner brutality would lash out when in combat, or maybe its simply a manifestation of guilt; whatever it is, he still abides by this kindness, when not immediately pressured by other obligations.
○ | Intelligent Mind | By no means a genius in terms of prodigal strength, Venio simply offers a keen mind and sharp perception, matched only by a deep willingness to learn. Regardless of his current state, wherever that may be, this psychological need to advance paired with the capacity to develop intellectually has given him the opportunity to walk upon a road less traveled; maybe one laden with despair - however, no matter the obstacle, his own ability to maneuver these crises and outsmart attacks lend itself as his greatest weapon. Where might fails, ingenuity and inventiveness excel.
○ | Keen Judgement | No matter how great his arsenal, the only reason Venio can possibly elaborate on his continued success in survival, no matter how horrid the illness or viscous the Galaxy he wanders, is his intuitive judgement. Perhaps, on some deep, subconscious level, the Force may guide him, urging him to safety from the most unfathomable danger - regardless, he seems to make his way, if only by the skin of his teeth. Near death is almost daily, but in the face of that, it is often left down to a single decision to determine whether or not his journey will continue.
○ | Excellent Memory | If there's one thing a man can learn on the road, it's that they can only trust themselves. A rare gift, one that has allowed him to excel in his career as a bounty hunter, along with whatever may join him later, is an eidetic memory; some doctors has cited this as an extension of his illness, that the occurrence of the disease at such a young age and subsequent stress had stunted mental development, leading to perceived anti-social qualities in his behavior, coupled by this phenomenon. Others, meanwhile, both elaborated further, either claiming that Venio was force-sensitive or, on the other hand, that these experiences were simply fictitious.
◘ | Flaws and Weaknesses |
○ | Ailing Body | Thirty-two years ago, on the lonely desert world of Jakku, Venio was born with a terrible and mysterious sickness; the disease attacked his lungs, but no matter how close he neared death, it never took him. This horrid malady left its scars upon his insides, leaving his immune system feeble; the stress of the episode took the color from his hair, and it continues to assail him with a heavy cough and teary eyes. He has since built up his strength, evoking a healthy and spiritual lifestyle that will continue to empower him, but the remnants of this blight will forever haunt him.
○ | Aloof Personality | Beyond his pallid and outright odd exterior, the most notable feature about Venio is his distant demeanor, remaining reclusive and often retreating away from social interaction. There is no apparent cause for this, save for an incredible distrust and sense of heavy paranoia - neither of which are completely unfounded. However, it is notoriously difficult to earn his trust, and even more painstakingly challenging to get close to him, if that is even possible at all. No matter how charitable he may be, with both his resources and time, his story is never shared nor is his company freely given.
○ | Impressionable | Perhaps a more surprising insight into the depths of Venio's own naivety is that, when his respect is earned, he subconsciously will emulate traits of the exalted's character. Again, while not intentional, it does provide a deeper reflection into Venio's thoughts and, perhaps more surprising, his feelings regarding those who chooses to surround himself with, alluding to they provide more comfort than he cares to elaborate upon or discuss.
○ | Intolerant | While he is wholly charitable, he is horribly unforgiving for past wrongs; no matter the size, from either malign-intent or a simple mistake, he will never relent on a grudge nor would he ever be the one to forget one's own shortcoming. No matter how hypocritical, he is almost pathetically unable to let go of the past, for better or worse, even after the other party has forgiven their part played in the wrong-doing. This can often lead to bigotry, when continued mistakes, either due to a collective, genetic intellect in a species or a cultural habit, assail him, even if only minor inconveniences. There are more than a handful of planets he avoids for this reason alone.
○ | Vengeful Anger | However, if the wrongdoing, in such a case, was perceived to be an act of malevolence or designed in outright disregard for his safety, such as being indirectly injured in an accident, distaste would be altered into vengeance; it is purely a principle, to give and take, and that consequences must be met appropriately for action. This is, perhaps, the sole pinnacle of his own arrogance, a self-appointed victim, as well as the judge, jury, and executioner. While it is not unknown for him to forgive in such a case, more often than not he will entirely disregard all current objectives and seek to enact the punishment which he feels to fit the crime. By no stretch of the imagination is Venio a vigilante, for many bystanders have been quickly caught in the flood of his fury.