Post by Grace on Jul 20, 2015 19:59:04 GMT -5
Name: Lee Hithsk'Oth
Race: Mandalorian
Age: 38
Birthplace: Mandalore
Allegiance: Anyone who hires him.
Status: Mercenary.
Rank: N/A
Height/Weight: Height: 8'7" Weight: 362 lbs
Appearance:
Lee is a Caucasian male with black hair and brown eyes. He is missing his right eye and it is replaced by a fake one with a smaller pupil. Scars are scattered around his face, yet the most notable is the one near the right eye-socket. Lee get's older every year, so his face becomes more and more weathered with each passing moment. Lee's face proves that he's been through hell and has come back, alive.
Lee is a mammoth compared to other humans. He looks like he could've been the creator of steroids based on the size of him and his muscles. Lee wears what looks like it could be a Clone Trooper's power armor, yet it is broken, weathered, and well-worn. The armor has yellow stripes along the edges, yet they are also weathering away. On Lee's right shoulder, he wears a shoulder guard. The shoulder guard has a strap that runs over top of his torso armor which leads to the back of his armor and reconnects to the other side of the guard.
Lee's arms are covered with black cloth. Black steel plates, that don't look like they're a part of the original armor, are scattered upon the sides of his arms. His hands are encased by black gloves. Each has a single steel plate that covers the wrist. Lee's legs use the original power armor that was described earlier, just more weathered. His feet are the same as well.
(The height of Lee compared to other people. NOT MY PICTURE)
Personality:
Lee is known to be a mass-murdering warlord, but really, he's just a simple mercenary for hire. The mammoth likes to play aggressive and avoid cover in combat because of his ability to take more than one hit and shake them off as if they were bug bites. In social occasions, Lee isn't very smart. He shouts whenever he talks and has a very raspy and commanding voice along with a few occasional insults. The giant is loyal to anyone who hires him. Yet, he usually works for the person who offers him the most money. If the person he's trying to kill tries to buy Lee off, his response usually sounds something like this. "If you think that somebody like me will be bought-off-by somebody like you, you've got another thing coming cupcake!"
Although the marauder may be an idiot by speech, but he is smart when it comes to weapons and combat. He has a bad habit of ordering his colleagues around with his powerful and dominating voice. The grinder knows his way around the block when it comes to repairing and upgrading weapons and armor. He likes to try and fix his power armor every now and then because of it's horrible quality, and it seems like miracles occur when he does because his armor is over a century and a half old.
The brick hates being called a menace, a psycho, or a freak because of his size, his reputation, and his vulnerability to cute creatures. But the thing he hates the most is when people mention that he's an idiot or stupid based on his social actions. He has a tough shell with badass gear, but he still is a living, breathing, and thinking creature. He also hates people who fear him over being a Mandalorian alone.
Ships/Vehicles:
A speeder for fast traveling across landscapes.
If necessary, he occasionally borrows a starship from one of his old contacts for quick transport to other planets. He, otherwise, is transported by the person who'd hired him.
Equipment:
The Arnold, An average pistol blaster, weathered Power Armor, large Power Pack, fake hollow right-eye which is capable of smuggling coin sized items, ordinary grenades and breaching explosives, and a pack full of his belongings such as a Pazaak deck.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Legendary, 9 (Explained thoroughly in Biography, I realize human limit is 7, but I have good reason to do this. This number should actually be a 10.)
Agility - Average, 5
Intelligence - Above Average, 6
Charisma - Feeble, 2
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Heavy Weapons- Master
Small Weapons- Apprentice
Unarmed- Master (Unarmed as in, he's able to cave someone's face in with a single punch.. Not martial arts.)
Melee Weapons: Novice (Once again, caving in people's faces)
Endurance(ability to withstand damage): Master
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Intimidation: Expert (The ability to scare someone into doing what he wants.. a forced persuasion.)
Pilot: Unskilled
Weapon-Smith- Expert (Explained)
Armor-Smith- Apprentice (Explained)
Repair- Novice (Ability to repair broken combat items in a dire situation.)
Mandalorian(language)- Expert
Biography:
Introduction:
Lee, The Meat Grinder, Hithsk'Oth, or more specifically, The Meat Grinder, is a name known throughout the galaxy. In some places, the name is a legend, a legend that is foretold to be one of the worst, and most cold-hearted, mercenaries to ever exist. In other places, it's a scary story that is told to children before they go to bed. He was big, he was bad, he was scary, what could keep people away from telling stories of him, of him and his might. Lee was a primary antagonist for "super hero comes in and saves the day" stories. When these stories return to him in taverns and such, he sits back and begins laughing at how much of an iconic figure he's become. Although he truly hates it inside.
Birth to Age 7: Stationary Hell
Lee was born on August 28th, 3563 BBY. It is unknown of which city on Mandalore he was born in. His father's name was Karr Hithsk'Oth, and his mother's name was Tanscura Mik'Idift. The newborn's mother died from childbirth due to him being the size of a healthy one year old. Karr mourned over the loss of his wife and blamed the child for his loss. When the Mandalorians started putting up drafts to join the rebellion, Karr was one of the first to willingly join. The father had left his son in a Mandalorian orphanage.
Lee was massive and the size of a four year old at the age of two. The care-takers called him a newborn mammoth because of his size at such a young age. Life was easy for Lee for a little while until he reached the age of six. Lee had finally realized what kind of hell he'd been living in. The care-takers were abusive to the older kids while the younger children received "special treatment." In order to survive and live normally, you had to have three things. Strength when it comes to a fight between children, intimidation when it comes to some child looking down on another, and the power to steal and take from the younger children just to eat. Now, with Lee's size, he had the first two priorities down. The will to steal from a cute child was the part that was hard for Lee and he was often teased and taunted about it.
At the age of seven, Lee got into trouble. He got angry and tired of the constant bullying and swung his fist at a couple of the children who did so. Four children suffered from the punches. The first child came out of it with a broken nose, a broken arm, and a face that didn't look so much like his original. The second child had two missing arms. The left was torn off by Lee and the other was broken and twisted in a way which it could not be fixed so they had to amputate it. The third child suffers from amnesia and is a permanent coma from Lee hitting him on the head too hard. The fourth child died from the amount of force that the mammoth used while stepping on his head.
The care-takers were shocked at the amount of bloodlust and rage the abandoned child had inside of him and they deemed him unsafe to be around the other children and the local authorities wouldn't take him due to his age. They locked him in a cramped cage that a dog would use and threw it in a dark closet. They fed him with a stick. He had to drink water from a bottle that a hamster or rodent would drink from. Every now and then, the giant was beaten with a stick just because he talked. One time, they gave him a thick whack across the face more than once, leaving a massive gash right next to his right eye which led up to be his famous scar. He silently prayed day after day until he came to the realization that there was no hope and he was doomed to live and die, growing up in a cage. Whatever higher being had no longer supported him for he had done wrong. If he was going to live on, he'd have to fend for himself.
Ages 8-14: Step Eight
For six years, Lee stayed in that cage. Every day, he got older and larger while the cage got older and more rusty. In order to stay large and healthy, Lee spent a lot of his time pushing his body past the limits. He had nothing better to do besides sleeping or waiting, scared, for his next beating. The child usually spent 8-10 hours every day, of his young life, exercising his body. He did around 2000 push-ups every day. Soon enough, he became stronger and stronger. At the age of twelve, Lee was stronger than some of the care-takers and he nearly matched their height standing at 5'6".
At the age of thirteen, Lee had begun to mourn his life in the cage. He had bigger dreams to accomplish. He began to think up an escape, but in order to leave the cage, he had to get through a pretty big lock on the cage door. He had no experience with picking locks before and even if he did, he had nothing to pick it with. His situation was dire. Upon inspection of the bars, an idea finally hit him. The bars were as thin as plastic straws, with enough effort, he could bend and break them with ease.
Later that night, Lee put his plan into action and he was right about the bars. They were easy to bend with his strength. He gave a large smile as he crawled out of the cage. He stood up and gave a nice big stretch for he wasn't able to stand for a long while. The closet had two doorknobs thankfully and when reached out to grab the doorknob and twisted to open the door, he could smell freedom in the air.
Lee was happy that he'd escaped from captivity, but from there, he was unsure of where to go next. His plan only stretched so far, and escaping the orphanage seemed to be the end of it. The giant was illiterate and highly uneducated. The only things he really knew were the cage and discipline. He knew he had a good couple of hours before someone recognized he was gone, so he had to lay low and find some line of work.
The brick started off by wandering the local area and scavenging through whatever he could find. One man's trash is another man's treasure as they say. Soon enough, he'd piled up enough junk to sell. He set up shop in an alleyway. His customers ranged from druggies to doctors. Some of the stuff was illegal, yeah, but the law enforcement was too lazy to recognize what was going on. He continued on with this for the rest of the year. He'd run his shop all day, exercise for half the night, and pass out an hour or two before it was time to open up shop again.
As the year progressed, one day, Lee found a small hand-held blaster that'd been dumped. It was in terrible condition. As soon as he picked it up, it fell apart. He hadn't seen anything like it before. His eyes and mind could focus on nothing more on the blaster, so he took it back to his home-base. Whenever a customer wasn't near him, he was playing around with the weapon. Whether it be seeing how it works by taking it apart and putting it back together. It was broken, so it wouldn't fire. He never put it up for sale because he considered the blaster to be one of his most prized possessions.
At the age of fourteen, he was 5'9" and larger than some full-grown Mandalorian males. For the next few months, Lee savenged like the
A few months later, a Bounty Hunter named Sof'Ritz
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