D O M I N U S
P R O F I L E
+ Strength: Like most Gerosians, Thrash possesses massive physical strength - often comparable to that of three, Human men.
+ Tangible Illusions: Much akin to a Croke, Thrash is able to produce illusions that can physically affect the world around them.
+/- Wrath: Gerosians have a predisposition towards aggression due to the nature of their creation. While not to the point of maddening, Thrash is keenly affected by this particular trait - causing him to be excessively direct both on and off the battlefield.
- Restoration: Gerosians have an exceptionally slow healing rate. Therefore, injuries that would take the average human only days to recover from would have Thrash out of the fight for several weeks.
- Immune System: Gerosians have a supremely weak immune system, to the point where even the most base, foreign diseases can be catastrophic. Due to this, Thrash must wear an armored, environmental suit in order to survive interactions with other species.
B I O G R A P H Y
They called him Thrash the Indecisive, once.
Decades ago, when he was but a whelp in the eyes of his people, a rare period of prosperity defined Geros Prime. In those days, there was no great need amongst the Clans for fresh bodies - no crusade which had caused excessive casualties, no calamity which had claimed the lives of many. For this reason did Thrash have the rare opportunity to flirt with his options before selecting. He spent months living among the Ten, learning as much as he could about each. He watched how they operated. He listened to what they cherished most.
But, when the time came to finally choose, a foreign presence delayed his selection. Their home had been discovered by the wanderings of another - and with this encounter came tidings of the outside world. Thrash was introduced to the legends of the modern Galaxy: to the whispers of the Four Hundred Year Darkness and to the battles waged between Good and Evil. It was...sickening to know that the fabled oppressor of his people yet lived and thrived - and so Thrash made his choice.
None.
With the successors of their creators now thriving again in the Galaxy, Thrash moved forward not in despair. He took the coming of the strangers as a sign...He took the persistence of the Sith as a sign. Therefore, he threw himself headlong into the ways of the Ten, aspiring to be the best of them all. And while a noble cause, mortality would have it that Thrash would become familiar with many trades, but a master of none. Nonetheless, over the next several decades did his knowledge and experience grow.
Enough so that he was able to seize the highest mantle of his people.
Now, as War Marshal, the drums of change are beating. The Sons of Asha stand ready. The Sons of T'yuk sharpen their swords. The Sons of Sha'sot raise their fists. The Gerosians stand ready to war against the Darkness once more.
And Thrash will lead them.
- NAME: Thrash
- FACTION: ---
- RANK: War Marshal (Racial)
- SPECIES: Gerosian
- AGE: 162
- SEX: Male
- HEIGHT: 6'2"
- WEIGHT: Massive
- EYES: Green
- HAIR: ---
- SKIN: Charcoal
- FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
- APPEARANCE: Krogan
+ Strength: Like most Gerosians, Thrash possesses massive physical strength - often comparable to that of three, Human men.
+ Tangible Illusions: Much akin to a Croke, Thrash is able to produce illusions that can physically affect the world around them.
+/- Wrath: Gerosians have a predisposition towards aggression due to the nature of their creation. While not to the point of maddening, Thrash is keenly affected by this particular trait - causing him to be excessively direct both on and off the battlefield.
- Restoration: Gerosians have an exceptionally slow healing rate. Therefore, injuries that would take the average human only days to recover from would have Thrash out of the fight for several weeks.
- Immune System: Gerosians have a supremely weak immune system, to the point where even the most base, foreign diseases can be catastrophic. Due to this, Thrash must wear an armored, environmental suit in order to survive interactions with other species.
B I O G R A P H Y
They called him Thrash the Indecisive, once.
Decades ago, when he was but a whelp in the eyes of his people, a rare period of prosperity defined Geros Prime. In those days, there was no great need amongst the Clans for fresh bodies - no crusade which had caused excessive casualties, no calamity which had claimed the lives of many. For this reason did Thrash have the rare opportunity to flirt with his options before selecting. He spent months living among the Ten, learning as much as he could about each. He watched how they operated. He listened to what they cherished most.
But, when the time came to finally choose, a foreign presence delayed his selection. Their home had been discovered by the wanderings of another - and with this encounter came tidings of the outside world. Thrash was introduced to the legends of the modern Galaxy: to the whispers of the Four Hundred Year Darkness and to the battles waged between Good and Evil. It was...sickening to know that the fabled oppressor of his people yet lived and thrived - and so Thrash made his choice.
None.
With the successors of their creators now thriving again in the Galaxy, Thrash moved forward not in despair. He took the coming of the strangers as a sign...He took the persistence of the Sith as a sign. Therefore, he threw himself headlong into the ways of the Ten, aspiring to be the best of them all. And while a noble cause, mortality would have it that Thrash would become familiar with many trades, but a master of none. Nonetheless, over the next several decades did his knowledge and experience grow.
Enough so that he was able to seize the highest mantle of his people.
Now, as War Marshal, the drums of change are beating. The Sons of Asha stand ready. The Sons of T'yuk sharpen their swords. The Sons of Sha'sot raise their fists. The Gerosians stand ready to war against the Darkness once more.
And Thrash will lead them.