Xochicalcu
Hoot
Xochicalcu Huitzilopochtli
| Nicknames | X, Hoot |
| Age | 41 |
| Species | Kage |
| Gender | Male (he/him) |
| Height | 2.06m |
| Weight | 133 kg |
| Academic Rank | Professor |
| Military Rank | Lieutenant Colonel |
| Force Sensitive | Not Force Sensitive |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
X resembles a tall and stocky human, but his sharp Kage features are often concealed by headwear, and his lower face is always covered by a breath mask rebreather. He has pale skin and bright green eyes, with dark hair kept tied back. With a strong build, he covers his form with loose outerwear over a tight fighting outfit, strapping on such weapons as he requires.
INVENTORY
Blaster Pistol, Datapad, Flask, Holoprojector, Innerwear, Outerwear, Rebreather Mask, Vibro Blade
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
He is a tough person, feeling that the galaxy is an unfair place, and that life is not meant to be easy, for anyone. This hardness has become most of his belief system, as all the good things his early spiritual education offered never came to pass. When he speaks, it is with authority, however most often he will choose silent contemplation. He holds a deep and abiding personal distrust of slavers, however he will act as if it is no bother, in order to gain information.
STRENGTHS
; Ancient Knowledge - Decades of study of ancient galactic history
; Leader - Experienced teacher and militia officer
, Veteran - Guerilla fighter with many years in uniform
, Fighter - Capable with various weapons and in unarmed combat
WEAKNESSES
; Fond of Alcohol - He drinks to forget, and has a lot he would like to forget
, Solitary - Has no family left, nor friends, only interacts with others by way of work
, Vengeful - Cursed with the undying burning desire to destroy those who killed his friends and family, stymied by not even knowing their names
, Wears Rebreather - Requires a partial methane mix to respire efficiently. Type I atmosphere will inflame his lungs
HISTORY
X was born on an Outer Rim planet called Ranthuma in a small village to a farming family. At that time, the planet was a recent addition to the galactic community, having been a human colony world that had advanced to an industrial level, though still technologically primitive. He had three brothers and three sisters, and was the middle child of the seven children. He attended the village school and worked on the family farm until he came of age.
As a young adult he was inducted into the local religious cult, where he was acclaimed as a future great man due to an ancient local prophecy. X could hardly accept such a role, imagining it to be some sort of mistake, or a spiritual rather than tangible prophecy, though it did explain why his fairly zealous religious parents had given him such an unusual and fancy-sounding name. He trained as a teacher, and soon took up work in the village school where he taught many subjects. He found a love of history, studying ancient histories from across the galaxy.
Some years later war came to the village as the planet descended into a rebellion against outside occupation, which dragged on for years. Self taught but inexperienced, the young teacher joined the militia and rose to serve as an officer, commanding a local guerilla force. The planet took major casualties, and his home village was among those wiped out. The Darwinian environment of the battlefield forged X into a true warrior, and he became a renowned commander by the end of the rebellion. Forgoing further military career, X went to a teaching position, this time as a professor of ancient history. He married an administrator from the university, and they had three children; a boy, and two girls.
As is so often the case in history, a successful rebellion was followed only a few years later by a civil war. The war on Ranthuma broke out following a period of civil unrest, as local political groups vied for planetary power, and the military became involved. X reluctantly returned to service, and commanded Government troops against the Isolationists, winning several decisive engagements and gaining valuable experience with galactic-standard technology, tactics, and strategy. He was decorated for bravery in an enemy raid on a headquarters building in the capital, and later promoted to Colonel in command of special forces.
Despite his success in war, his own personal journey was a mess. A Galderian slave raid on their homeworld while he was away on a covert mission took his son and daughters, and the grief and loss caused his wife to take her own life. X had given everything to his people, and had everything of his own that truly mattered to him taken away. Without a family to protect and defend, he found little to no reward in serving as a soldier. And he began to drink more and more often.
To much surprise and some recriminations from his comrades, X took early retirement at the age of only 40, leaving his career behind to return to a teaching role. Though he had initial intent to return to his home village, he found the memories of the past too much to contend with, and moved on. He settled in a minor spaceport town, and found work in a local school, working for half a year before the spaceport was essentially wiped out in a pirate raid. The few friends he had managed to make killed or taken away to be sold into slavery.
Again, the universe had conspired to strike him from a peaceful life through extreme violence, death and horror. The loss very nearly broke the last of his resolve, and for a time, he lost himself in drink and solitude. But no one can do that much damage to themselves so intently forever, and soon enough, regret took him. He could sit here, and drink himself to death, or he could find another way. X chose to live, and left his homeworld behind, with nothing more there for him now.
The idea of revenge was laughable, he did not even know which slavers and pirates he might be searching for. However, he had nothing else to go on. He resolved then to go into the criminal world. He could fight, and he knew how to shoot. Those skills were always useful to someone. Sure enough, his first work was as a pit fighter. X knew one end of a vibro-ax from another, and he began a successful career. He took street jobs, usually collections or extortion, where he used his reputation as a gladiator to advantage.
Frustrated by the long months and then years feeling no closer to his goal of finding the perpetrators and making them pay, he has become ever more cynical and detached from what he once was.