Post by Shotgun Yell on May 5, 2010 23:02:41 GMT -5
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Major
Name: Ploratus Leto
Race: Anzat
Age: 445 Years Old
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 179lbs
Birth place: Anzat
Appearance:
With his small size, Leto (as he prefers to be called) isn’t a whole lot to look at. However, being indistinguishable from common humans, he blends into crowds effectively. Characterized by a full head of hair (colour changing constantly), a strong set chin, and a lean frame, whilst usually also sporting facial hair of some form or another, one might say Leto is mildly attractive. His body however is adorned with scars from wounds inflicted during battles, and his hands are calloused and rough from his long life of hard work.
Permanent scars are joined by intricate tattoos woven across his body, most depicting what he calls ‘his cultures’ (a mixture of Caamasi, Falleen, and Mandalore), whilst others retain the memory of successful hunts that Leto has undergone. Piercings come and go upon his body, and he has no qualms with changing features completely to blend in with a certain species, however his time as a Mandalorian has been long and there’s no end in sight for the hardened veteran. Therefore his dress usually reflects his prowess in battle, for instance his battered green and yellow, with blue trim battle armour adorns an unholy amount of scratches, dents, and even the occasional hole.
Personality:
Like his appearance, Leto has minimal qualms with altering his personality to suit a setting. For example, during battle Leto is often as hardened as the Mando beside him, and as cool headed as the highest ranking officer in the army. However, off the field Leto is very different, noticeable to the point where one may not even recognize him. Over the course of his many years in the Galaxy, Leto has amassed a large wealth and has no problem lending credits to close friends, or to supporting causes he sees as just. He’s also been known to offload credits to residents of invaded planets, not for any hearts and minds logistical plan, but just out of the small chunk of good left in his heart.
Most of his heart however is occupied by hunger, and Leto never turns up an opportunity for his craving. At the end of long battles, Leto rewards himself with a heavy dose of ‘soup’ from his fallen enemies, but has been known to last long periods of time (highest being almost fifty years) without feeding. During day to day life, Leto has casual encounters with females at least once a day, sometimes every second, but he wouldn’t call his sex drive an addiction.
Meanwhile the last chunk is made up of sorrow, a deeply rooted burden left to Leto with the passing of all the friends he’s made during his journeys, but he never, ever, denies these fallen friends the opportunity for remembrance. In his personal effects, Leto carries a massive booklet filled with names and dates, all passed friends who he’s seen come and go, along with their dates of birth and death. His memory is filled with memories of these lost ones, and on occasion Leto can be found chuckling to himself over one of these very memories, or tearing up from them as well.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -2
Bio:
Anzat was Leto’s home for the first hundred years of his life; a time spent training in the ways of battle as taught by one Anzati Master Assassin Ta’Luk. It was from Ta’Luk that Leto became gifted in the arts of the kill, and thrived in any hunt he participated. Subjects like tracking, hand-to-hand combat (something Ta’Luk was unrivalled at across the galaxy), and blending into crowds was the new Anzati’s major areas of study. With the help of Ta’Luk, Leto thrived in these areas and proved time and time again during hunts against off-worlders (an activity sanctioned and encouraged by his master to give Leto real world experience) and wild game alike that he had the mustard for such endeavours.
Only two targets ever escaped Leto’s deadly hands during his training on Anzat, one of whom was a Republican Officer, who had realized he was being targeted by a foolish mistake of Leto’s own doing. The second was a Fallen Jedi, who’d come to the planet for protection from the pursuing Jedi, but upon the realization that all the Anzati’s on the planet craved for his soup, he vanished from the surface and disappeared in the cosmos. Both of these were opportunities where had Leto been better trained he could’ve easily taken his prey, but both were a case of too much too quick, and as such he learned that patience was the most vital key in any hunt.
On the final day of his life on Anzat, Ta’Luk (who had been teaching Leto of the mystical ‘soup’ but had never allowed him to feast) brought to Leto’s attention a very powerful mind he had heard of on a far away planet. This mind would later turn out to be a Jedi Knight, well endowed with the powers of the force, whom Leto assassinated and then drank from during his first off planet hunt.
Having never before tasted soup, Leto’s mind became obsessed with the substance as he felt his own mental capabilities increase with the drinking of the substance, something he would soon learn came only with the drinking of Force-Sensitive beings. The kill brought attention from the local crime lords however, as Jericho had been messing around with their operations, and with the news came job offers galore for Leto who had never been taught by Ta’Luk about the prospect of killings for hire. The wise master simply knew that Leto would find out early on in his life.
With these job offers came time to sharpen and fine tune his art of killing, and over the years (roughly two hundred or so as he collected bounties across the galaxy, though never ventured past Chazwa and Anzat) his talents became so in demand that he was practically hounded by anyone with beef against anyone else. This drew attention from the Jedi Council, but he was left alone out of necessity, as the Jedi Order was weakening every day and as such had to rebuild as best it could, and killing such a powerful Anzati would require many Masters, something the Order could not afford to give. However, as it would turn out, many of these bounties were force-sensitive’s, and a few were even Jedi’s themselves as well as a number of Fallen Jedi, all of whom fell to the unmatchable murderer.
But what made him so adapt at killing force-sensitives? Well, his master Ta’Luk had lived for many centuries, during which time he’d constructed methods of finding Force-Sensitive’s, luring Jedi, and then killing them to drain their soup. Things like catching well known targets of the Jedi and using them to lure them, or wreaking havoc on a settlement so they’d be called in for assistance were only two of the popular methods Ta’Luk employed. When he got a Jedi snapped in his snare, all it took was a bit of creative fighting using special tools he’d acquired over his time like Phrik blades. By far Ta’Luk’s most widely used technique was simply ambushing the Jedi. By using his own powerful mind, Ta’Luk was often able to disguise his true intentions and catch Jedi off guard, often even before they’d ignite their sabres.
At the ripe age of almost three-hundred and fifty, Leto encountered the first Jedi he didn’t murder for soup, who went by the name P’sha, P’sha was a Jedi Master, not a very well known one, but one nonetheless who preferred to train than to do, as over his life he had grown a dislike for killing of any kind. And although P’sha knew of Leto, and knew of his capabilities (having been informed by the Jedi Council) he still proceeded to make contact out of his own free-will and during their time together Leto grew a liking to the wise Jedi Master.
The Anzat had thought there was little left to learn, and had grown overly proud in his abilities as an assassin, but P’sha was so gentle and yet so powerful, that Leto listened to the wise master as he explained the culture of his people, the people of Caamas. The teachings brought new meaning in life to the formerly brutal and unyielding assassin, and changed his perspective on the galaxy as a whole, forcing him to change his entire occupation from one of a killer, to one of a scholar.
For the first time in his life, Leto felt like he was needed, as he first learned everything he could possibly learn about the Caamasi, and then moved onwards to the world of Falleen, along with his master P’sha. His time on Caamas amounted to about twenty-five years, which joined the twenty he spent on Falleen learning the ways of their people, especially in self control and lack of emotion. It was these teachings of self control, and the Caamasi teachings of love and caring that carved Leto into a wise, just, and very powerful being.
Still his hunger was insatiable, something he detailed to P’sha time and time again, and something that his master was very troubled with. His follower had aged considerably, turning from the appearance of a middle adolescent to that of a young adult, and it seemed to increase everyday. So, during one of Leto’s frequent tales of hunger, his master decided to do something about it.
They’d been soaring through space from Falleen to Rendili, and once they arrived P’sha detailed that Leto was allowed one feed, and only one for this time, to which Leto was overwhelmed with joy. He’d been experiencing all sorts of things from headaches to body aches, and as a whole felt like he wasn’t complete without a dosage of soup. As such, the one kill he was allowed turned out to be a Republican Officer, a wise up and coming one at that. It was a foolish mistake, but a necessary one, as the being satisfied the fifty or so years that Leto had neglected feeding, having been not only smart but also force-sensitive.
The master and teacher left the planet immediately after, but Leto’s hunt was discovered and the Jedi Council were notified that one of their masters was harbouring a wanted criminal, one who was wanted on such a high offense, and the council did not take kindly to this notification. Immediately two Jedi’s, one master and one knight were sent after P’sha to kill Leto, and to return P’sha to the Jedi Academy where he had abandoned his work as a teacher and mentor, having decided long ago that Leto required his assistance more than the students at the Jedi Academy, lest he be a thorn in the Republics back for his entire existence. Afterall, P’sha wasn’t the strongest, or the bravest of the Jedi Masters, and knew that anything he had to teach the younglings back at the Academy would just be reinforcement to the teachings they would receive as a Jedi.
Fearing the killing of someone he cared so highly for (to the level a father would love a son), and for someone whom he wished to see live and do good for the Galaxy, P’sha abandoned Leto on his homeworld of Anzat, where he disappeared into seclusion for over a hundred years. P’sha returned to the Academy, but died before Leto left his seclusion, something he’d learn of a number of years upon returning to the galaxy. Along with P’sha, all entities, aside from a few Falleen, whom had known of Leto had died off, and officially he was dead as would be passed on in stories to the lower generations.
But Leto returned with a vengeance, and hunted Jedi mercilessly, alongside Dark Jedi, and neglected any soup other than the soup of Force-Sensitive’s. A good ten years into this hunt, and with over twelve kills under his belt, Leto was ambushed by the most powerful Jedi Masters and Knights that the Council could spare. The battle erupted right when Leto’s craft touched down and he stepped out of it, with two Knight’s catching him completely off guard and separating him from his escape vessel. It was the start of a long and expansive battle, with Leto constantly on the defensive against the uncharacteristically aggressive Jedi, and had it not been for all his training, and all of his experience he almost certainly wouldn’t have escaped.
Utilizing the extreme rate of fire of his H&K C6k Carbine was probably what saved him, as he managed to put down such a heavy amount of fire on his assailants that they had no choice but to wait until he had to reload, something that sadly happened quite often. He did managed to drop one Knight however, and felt uncontrollably angry that he never got to taste what he could only imagine was delicious soup, but nonetheless he survived and lived to fight another day.
Flowing into the crowds allowed him to escape death, and he stashed himself aboard a cargo vessel bound for Mandalore, a planet he knew he could easily hide on. However, all he would find here however was a secretive tribe of Mandalorians, for whom he displayed his natural talents and was accepted into, although at first he didn’t fully embrace their ideology.
For a long time this tribe trained and fought together, fuelling their lives with hit and run attacks on settlements across Mandalore, inhabited by immigrant species for whom the Mandalorians felt a strong distaste. Like other cultures he’d come across, Leto learned all he could of the Mandalorians, and eventually with the help of the leader of the tribe, aptly named ‘Mandalore’ he grew an appreciation for the culture and became a member himself.
It was the first culture the wise Anzat had come across where any species could become a member, and although his friends in the tribe knew not of his species, thinking him to be a simple human, they soon found out during a sparing session where one member commented on Leto’s skin being icy to the touch, even with the unbearable heat that had developed. He unwillingly exposed his true identity.
At first his tribe feared him, knowing of his cravings for soup and attempted to distance themselves from him, but as his first tribe died off and were replaced by their children, the members grew a liking for the fierce warrior, and realized that he cared for them more than any of the Mandalorians had cared for Leto himself. This, coupled with the Anzat’s promise to only feed on his fallen victims, amounted to his total integration to the tribe. Plus, since he was the oldest member at any given time in the tribe, he was rewarded with the title of Leader, though he neglected to take any form of Mandalore, as he felt it would be a slight against whoever it was that was the true Mandalore.
It was a number of years later, around fifty, that Leto found himself on the battlefield of Mandalore, Concord Dawn, and finally Shogun. All fell with relative ease, as Leto fought hard as a member of the Mandalorian Army, joining first as a 2nd Lieutenant during the initial battle of Mandalore, he led his tribe in a mission to destroy a large number of AA guns in the vicinity of Keldabe, where the Mandalorian Army then arrived and swept across the planet from there. For his heroics in battle, and successfully accomplishing his mission without any lose of life, he was rewarded with the rank of Captain. It was a jump that startled many hardline Mandalorians, but when his heritage was revealed and his age was given to his superiors, they realized the great potential hidden within his unassuming body and gave him the rank ASAP.
Next was the battle of Concord Dawn, during which his landing craft was hit by AA fire and crashed along with his entire team in a dense Jungle, miles from its landing area. Being one of only a handful of survivors, and the highest ranking soldier left alive, Leto took control of the soldiers and dismounted the vessel with them, taking the time to also take out the dead and lay them in neat rows beside the ship. A small ceremony was next to preserve the memory of the fallen before the group of stragglers headed in the direction of their landing zone.
Fighting through the dense jungle, and it’s predatory inhabitants was hard and slow going, but eventually the team made it to the landing zone only to find that the battle for the planet was over, and that they were moving out. CO’s heard of Leto’s mishap, and although many died in the crash, they recognized that he established order in chaos, and that he got the men out alive, something that may or may not have been accomplished had anyone higher in rank than Leto been alive. For this he was given the rank of Major, and a two week leave from the army so he could regather himself and prepare for the next battle. Shogun.
After the two weeks of leave, Leto returned to his post on Concord Dawn, and was given only enough time to introduce himself to his men before they were off in space again heading for Shogun. Battle had already commenced on the planet, and the Mandalorians were taking heavy loses, as there were Jedi present on the planet. One Jedi General, and two Jedi Commanders made up their force on the planet, along with a single Republican General, and were tasked with the defence of Shogun against the massive Mandalorian army.
Volunteering for a special forces mission, Leto was given command of four squads of highly trained Mando Commando’s, and released into the battle for do whatever needed to be done for the job. The Republicans were smart however, as they had long left the planets capital building and were now moving from safe house to safe house, commanding their troops and rallying their men as they fought tooth and nail for supplies.
With his years of tracking under his belt, it was almost too easy for Leto to track the Jedi to their current headquarters, and using the four teams he assaulted the headquarters. He was smart however by setting up three teams of Commandos at the back of the large walled off compound, while the last squad assaulted the front, and ordered his men to make it look like they were simply assaulting the guards that had posted themselves up in the streets.
Like clockwork the Jedi’s and the General piled out of the back of the compound with a gaggle of armed men, and were chopped down in their entirety by the commandos, with one of the Jedi managing to ignite his blade and deflect a few rounds before being gunned down by the crossfire the commandos had setup. First squad was sent into the building then, and cleared out the last of the defenders whilst Leto took the Jedi’s inside and kicked out all of his men as he feasted on their soup.
News of the decimation of the headquarters reached the Republican ground troops quickly, and without a head of command to lead them, they surrendered in the thousands. Many were killed in cold blood by the Mandalorians, but many others were taken as prisoners to work as slaves. Leto was held as the hero responsible for the victory, but to him the greatest price came in the shape of the Jedi’s minds he had devoured, as he savoured their taste and longed for more in the future.
RP Sample:
(This is of Leto’s first killing of a Jedi, and subsequent drinking of his soup. Hope you enjoy.)
Meticulous and calculating, Leto sat idle in the small bar, his eyes watching the hooded figure on the other side of the room with a predatory instinct, concealing his presence with his mind as he manipulated those around the Jedi. All the weak minded fools of the bar were easy pickings for the lightly travelled Anzat; a padawan by the standards of his people but a master assassin by the standards of the Homo sapiens. Waitresses spilt drinks on the Jedi without apologising, and rowdy patrons muscled in on his booth, usually resulting in their own bodily harm without any recollection of what had transpired.
Eventually, the powerful Jedi rose from his table and headed for the exit; his cold blue eyes surveying the crowd in an attempt to pick out what exactly had been causing this, but finding no eyes meeting his, nor feeling any powerful beings in the vicinity, he left in silence. Afterall, Leto had learned from his teacher the ways of the Jedi, and knew how one operated right down to their moral beliefs on the force. One might say he knew too much for such a hunt, but if asked Leto would say it to be imperative in his mission, and a task any well endowed assassin would take the time to use.
The hunt was as much about the actual hunt itself as it was the soup to Leto, who after all had not even tasted the supposedly incomparable substance, thwarted in every attempt by his wise master Ta’Luk. Paying for the untouched beverage beside him, the Anzat rose up upon watching the Jedi leave the establishment and followed him hastily out the door, standing a second just outside to adjust to the bright light, a strong contrast to the dimly lit setting he’d found himself only seconds before.
When his eyes had adjusted, he carefully scanned the marketplace before him and began to walk, already knowing where the Jedi was with his mind, and not having to work very hard to find him as the man eased his way through the marketplace, taking stops to observe various goods before continuing on. By this time Leto knew he had been spotted, it was so easy to tell as the Jedi shot glances around him during ever interval, a few of which landed on the young Anzat. In comparison the Jedi probably thought he himself was the better bet in this particular instance, but had he known he was to be fighting an Anzat…well let’s just say his stance would probably shift.
Nearing the end of the marketplace, Leto spotted a doorway just a few meters ahead of the Jedi, covered with a long piece of fabric, it seemed perfect for the wise assassin. Closing the distance, the Anzat reached his prey just a step from the doorway and with one mighty heave tossed the cloaked Jedi through the doorway unexpectedly, who crashed into a wooden table inside and collapsed to the dirt ground in a heap.
Leto followed instantly, but was heaved back out by a powerful blast from the Jedi’s force, tossing him right across the marketplace and hurtling into a fruit stand which he crushed under the weight of his body. From his fallen position, Leto watched as the Jedi appeared in the doorway, sabre at the ready as the Anzat flipped himself into a standing position and produced two weighted knives from his heavy coat, a favourite weapon of his.
As if the outmatching weapons was too much to bear, the Jedi stopped a second and stared as people on either side of them hustled away, knocking over each other and stands alike in a mad dash of terror, screams and shrieks abound.
“What is your name?” Asked the Jedi, his cold eyes digging into Leto’s, a trick the wizened Anzat had learned early on and stumped instantly, much to the displeasure of the Jedi.
“My name is Leto, and you are my victim,” In a flash Leto whipped one of his weighted knives hurtling through the air, but the Jedi engaged his sabre and incinerated it just as it neared him.
“Interesting choice of weapons, my name is Jericho and I don’t think you’ll be leaving Tattooine today, son,” The final word stung, and Leto unwittingly scrunched his face in anger, before tossing a number of other blades at the Jedi, all seemingly incinerating upon impact with the bright laser that shot out in front of him.
“Ah-hah-” In the middle of his laugh, the Jedi stopped, his eyes wide and turned downwards, towards the jutting piece of Phrik, the only one of such composition in Leto’s entire arsenal, and handed down to him by his wise master Ta’Luk. It had hit home, running through the Jedi’s breast plate and just barely cutting the heart, which with each beat caused more and more holes to appear in the thick tissue of the muscle. “H…how?” He dropped to his knee’s and the lightsabre in his hand flicked off, before he collapsed to his side and lay there, face displaying a mixture of bewilderment and fear as Leto approached.
Bewilderment at the knife, and fear of Leto as his proboscises appeared from his cheeks, whipping around madly at the delectable meal that was lying before him. Using one of his heavy boots, the Anzat hoofed his lightsabre from the Jedi’s hand, and knocked him over so that he was on his back before crouching beside the bleeding figure and cocking his head to the side.
“Not leaving Tattooine, eh?” Asked Leto, licking his lips hungrily as his tendrils crazed before his face. “Do you know what I am now?” The Jedi nodded. “Then you’ll know you had no hope,” And with that he began to feast.
Password: Kylah
Department: Special Forces
Rank: Major
Name: Ploratus Leto
Race: Anzat
Age: 445 Years Old
Height: 5’3”
Weight: 179lbs
Birth place: Anzat
Appearance:
With his small size, Leto (as he prefers to be called) isn’t a whole lot to look at. However, being indistinguishable from common humans, he blends into crowds effectively. Characterized by a full head of hair (colour changing constantly), a strong set chin, and a lean frame, whilst usually also sporting facial hair of some form or another, one might say Leto is mildly attractive. His body however is adorned with scars from wounds inflicted during battles, and his hands are calloused and rough from his long life of hard work.
Permanent scars are joined by intricate tattoos woven across his body, most depicting what he calls ‘his cultures’ (a mixture of Caamasi, Falleen, and Mandalore), whilst others retain the memory of successful hunts that Leto has undergone. Piercings come and go upon his body, and he has no qualms with changing features completely to blend in with a certain species, however his time as a Mandalorian has been long and there’s no end in sight for the hardened veteran. Therefore his dress usually reflects his prowess in battle, for instance his battered green and yellow, with blue trim battle armour adorns an unholy amount of scratches, dents, and even the occasional hole.
Personality:
Like his appearance, Leto has minimal qualms with altering his personality to suit a setting. For example, during battle Leto is often as hardened as the Mando beside him, and as cool headed as the highest ranking officer in the army. However, off the field Leto is very different, noticeable to the point where one may not even recognize him. Over the course of his many years in the Galaxy, Leto has amassed a large wealth and has no problem lending credits to close friends, or to supporting causes he sees as just. He’s also been known to offload credits to residents of invaded planets, not for any hearts and minds logistical plan, but just out of the small chunk of good left in his heart.
Most of his heart however is occupied by hunger, and Leto never turns up an opportunity for his craving. At the end of long battles, Leto rewards himself with a heavy dose of ‘soup’ from his fallen enemies, but has been known to last long periods of time (highest being almost fifty years) without feeding. During day to day life, Leto has casual encounters with females at least once a day, sometimes every second, but he wouldn’t call his sex drive an addiction.
Meanwhile the last chunk is made up of sorrow, a deeply rooted burden left to Leto with the passing of all the friends he’s made during his journeys, but he never, ever, denies these fallen friends the opportunity for remembrance. In his personal effects, Leto carries a massive booklet filled with names and dates, all passed friends who he’s seen come and go, along with their dates of birth and death. His memory is filled with memories of these lost ones, and on occasion Leto can be found chuckling to himself over one of these very memories, or tearing up from them as well.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 7
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: -2
Bio:
Anzat was Leto’s home for the first hundred years of his life; a time spent training in the ways of battle as taught by one Anzati Master Assassin Ta’Luk. It was from Ta’Luk that Leto became gifted in the arts of the kill, and thrived in any hunt he participated. Subjects like tracking, hand-to-hand combat (something Ta’Luk was unrivalled at across the galaxy), and blending into crowds was the new Anzati’s major areas of study. With the help of Ta’Luk, Leto thrived in these areas and proved time and time again during hunts against off-worlders (an activity sanctioned and encouraged by his master to give Leto real world experience) and wild game alike that he had the mustard for such endeavours.
Only two targets ever escaped Leto’s deadly hands during his training on Anzat, one of whom was a Republican Officer, who had realized he was being targeted by a foolish mistake of Leto’s own doing. The second was a Fallen Jedi, who’d come to the planet for protection from the pursuing Jedi, but upon the realization that all the Anzati’s on the planet craved for his soup, he vanished from the surface and disappeared in the cosmos. Both of these were opportunities where had Leto been better trained he could’ve easily taken his prey, but both were a case of too much too quick, and as such he learned that patience was the most vital key in any hunt.
On the final day of his life on Anzat, Ta’Luk (who had been teaching Leto of the mystical ‘soup’ but had never allowed him to feast) brought to Leto’s attention a very powerful mind he had heard of on a far away planet. This mind would later turn out to be a Jedi Knight, well endowed with the powers of the force, whom Leto assassinated and then drank from during his first off planet hunt.
Having never before tasted soup, Leto’s mind became obsessed with the substance as he felt his own mental capabilities increase with the drinking of the substance, something he would soon learn came only with the drinking of Force-Sensitive beings. The kill brought attention from the local crime lords however, as Jericho had been messing around with their operations, and with the news came job offers galore for Leto who had never been taught by Ta’Luk about the prospect of killings for hire. The wise master simply knew that Leto would find out early on in his life.
With these job offers came time to sharpen and fine tune his art of killing, and over the years (roughly two hundred or so as he collected bounties across the galaxy, though never ventured past Chazwa and Anzat) his talents became so in demand that he was practically hounded by anyone with beef against anyone else. This drew attention from the Jedi Council, but he was left alone out of necessity, as the Jedi Order was weakening every day and as such had to rebuild as best it could, and killing such a powerful Anzati would require many Masters, something the Order could not afford to give. However, as it would turn out, many of these bounties were force-sensitive’s, and a few were even Jedi’s themselves as well as a number of Fallen Jedi, all of whom fell to the unmatchable murderer.
But what made him so adapt at killing force-sensitives? Well, his master Ta’Luk had lived for many centuries, during which time he’d constructed methods of finding Force-Sensitive’s, luring Jedi, and then killing them to drain their soup. Things like catching well known targets of the Jedi and using them to lure them, or wreaking havoc on a settlement so they’d be called in for assistance were only two of the popular methods Ta’Luk employed. When he got a Jedi snapped in his snare, all it took was a bit of creative fighting using special tools he’d acquired over his time like Phrik blades. By far Ta’Luk’s most widely used technique was simply ambushing the Jedi. By using his own powerful mind, Ta’Luk was often able to disguise his true intentions and catch Jedi off guard, often even before they’d ignite their sabres.
At the ripe age of almost three-hundred and fifty, Leto encountered the first Jedi he didn’t murder for soup, who went by the name P’sha, P’sha was a Jedi Master, not a very well known one, but one nonetheless who preferred to train than to do, as over his life he had grown a dislike for killing of any kind. And although P’sha knew of Leto, and knew of his capabilities (having been informed by the Jedi Council) he still proceeded to make contact out of his own free-will and during their time together Leto grew a liking to the wise Jedi Master.
The Anzat had thought there was little left to learn, and had grown overly proud in his abilities as an assassin, but P’sha was so gentle and yet so powerful, that Leto listened to the wise master as he explained the culture of his people, the people of Caamas. The teachings brought new meaning in life to the formerly brutal and unyielding assassin, and changed his perspective on the galaxy as a whole, forcing him to change his entire occupation from one of a killer, to one of a scholar.
For the first time in his life, Leto felt like he was needed, as he first learned everything he could possibly learn about the Caamasi, and then moved onwards to the world of Falleen, along with his master P’sha. His time on Caamas amounted to about twenty-five years, which joined the twenty he spent on Falleen learning the ways of their people, especially in self control and lack of emotion. It was these teachings of self control, and the Caamasi teachings of love and caring that carved Leto into a wise, just, and very powerful being.
Still his hunger was insatiable, something he detailed to P’sha time and time again, and something that his master was very troubled with. His follower had aged considerably, turning from the appearance of a middle adolescent to that of a young adult, and it seemed to increase everyday. So, during one of Leto’s frequent tales of hunger, his master decided to do something about it.
They’d been soaring through space from Falleen to Rendili, and once they arrived P’sha detailed that Leto was allowed one feed, and only one for this time, to which Leto was overwhelmed with joy. He’d been experiencing all sorts of things from headaches to body aches, and as a whole felt like he wasn’t complete without a dosage of soup. As such, the one kill he was allowed turned out to be a Republican Officer, a wise up and coming one at that. It was a foolish mistake, but a necessary one, as the being satisfied the fifty or so years that Leto had neglected feeding, having been not only smart but also force-sensitive.
The master and teacher left the planet immediately after, but Leto’s hunt was discovered and the Jedi Council were notified that one of their masters was harbouring a wanted criminal, one who was wanted on such a high offense, and the council did not take kindly to this notification. Immediately two Jedi’s, one master and one knight were sent after P’sha to kill Leto, and to return P’sha to the Jedi Academy where he had abandoned his work as a teacher and mentor, having decided long ago that Leto required his assistance more than the students at the Jedi Academy, lest he be a thorn in the Republics back for his entire existence. Afterall, P’sha wasn’t the strongest, or the bravest of the Jedi Masters, and knew that anything he had to teach the younglings back at the Academy would just be reinforcement to the teachings they would receive as a Jedi.
Fearing the killing of someone he cared so highly for (to the level a father would love a son), and for someone whom he wished to see live and do good for the Galaxy, P’sha abandoned Leto on his homeworld of Anzat, where he disappeared into seclusion for over a hundred years. P’sha returned to the Academy, but died before Leto left his seclusion, something he’d learn of a number of years upon returning to the galaxy. Along with P’sha, all entities, aside from a few Falleen, whom had known of Leto had died off, and officially he was dead as would be passed on in stories to the lower generations.
But Leto returned with a vengeance, and hunted Jedi mercilessly, alongside Dark Jedi, and neglected any soup other than the soup of Force-Sensitive’s. A good ten years into this hunt, and with over twelve kills under his belt, Leto was ambushed by the most powerful Jedi Masters and Knights that the Council could spare. The battle erupted right when Leto’s craft touched down and he stepped out of it, with two Knight’s catching him completely off guard and separating him from his escape vessel. It was the start of a long and expansive battle, with Leto constantly on the defensive against the uncharacteristically aggressive Jedi, and had it not been for all his training, and all of his experience he almost certainly wouldn’t have escaped.
Utilizing the extreme rate of fire of his H&K C6k Carbine was probably what saved him, as he managed to put down such a heavy amount of fire on his assailants that they had no choice but to wait until he had to reload, something that sadly happened quite often. He did managed to drop one Knight however, and felt uncontrollably angry that he never got to taste what he could only imagine was delicious soup, but nonetheless he survived and lived to fight another day.
Flowing into the crowds allowed him to escape death, and he stashed himself aboard a cargo vessel bound for Mandalore, a planet he knew he could easily hide on. However, all he would find here however was a secretive tribe of Mandalorians, for whom he displayed his natural talents and was accepted into, although at first he didn’t fully embrace their ideology.
For a long time this tribe trained and fought together, fuelling their lives with hit and run attacks on settlements across Mandalore, inhabited by immigrant species for whom the Mandalorians felt a strong distaste. Like other cultures he’d come across, Leto learned all he could of the Mandalorians, and eventually with the help of the leader of the tribe, aptly named ‘Mandalore’ he grew an appreciation for the culture and became a member himself.
It was the first culture the wise Anzat had come across where any species could become a member, and although his friends in the tribe knew not of his species, thinking him to be a simple human, they soon found out during a sparing session where one member commented on Leto’s skin being icy to the touch, even with the unbearable heat that had developed. He unwillingly exposed his true identity.
At first his tribe feared him, knowing of his cravings for soup and attempted to distance themselves from him, but as his first tribe died off and were replaced by their children, the members grew a liking for the fierce warrior, and realized that he cared for them more than any of the Mandalorians had cared for Leto himself. This, coupled with the Anzat’s promise to only feed on his fallen victims, amounted to his total integration to the tribe. Plus, since he was the oldest member at any given time in the tribe, he was rewarded with the title of Leader, though he neglected to take any form of Mandalore, as he felt it would be a slight against whoever it was that was the true Mandalore.
It was a number of years later, around fifty, that Leto found himself on the battlefield of Mandalore, Concord Dawn, and finally Shogun. All fell with relative ease, as Leto fought hard as a member of the Mandalorian Army, joining first as a 2nd Lieutenant during the initial battle of Mandalore, he led his tribe in a mission to destroy a large number of AA guns in the vicinity of Keldabe, where the Mandalorian Army then arrived and swept across the planet from there. For his heroics in battle, and successfully accomplishing his mission without any lose of life, he was rewarded with the rank of Captain. It was a jump that startled many hardline Mandalorians, but when his heritage was revealed and his age was given to his superiors, they realized the great potential hidden within his unassuming body and gave him the rank ASAP.
Next was the battle of Concord Dawn, during which his landing craft was hit by AA fire and crashed along with his entire team in a dense Jungle, miles from its landing area. Being one of only a handful of survivors, and the highest ranking soldier left alive, Leto took control of the soldiers and dismounted the vessel with them, taking the time to also take out the dead and lay them in neat rows beside the ship. A small ceremony was next to preserve the memory of the fallen before the group of stragglers headed in the direction of their landing zone.
Fighting through the dense jungle, and it’s predatory inhabitants was hard and slow going, but eventually the team made it to the landing zone only to find that the battle for the planet was over, and that they were moving out. CO’s heard of Leto’s mishap, and although many died in the crash, they recognized that he established order in chaos, and that he got the men out alive, something that may or may not have been accomplished had anyone higher in rank than Leto been alive. For this he was given the rank of Major, and a two week leave from the army so he could regather himself and prepare for the next battle. Shogun.
After the two weeks of leave, Leto returned to his post on Concord Dawn, and was given only enough time to introduce himself to his men before they were off in space again heading for Shogun. Battle had already commenced on the planet, and the Mandalorians were taking heavy loses, as there were Jedi present on the planet. One Jedi General, and two Jedi Commanders made up their force on the planet, along with a single Republican General, and were tasked with the defence of Shogun against the massive Mandalorian army.
Volunteering for a special forces mission, Leto was given command of four squads of highly trained Mando Commando’s, and released into the battle for do whatever needed to be done for the job. The Republicans were smart however, as they had long left the planets capital building and were now moving from safe house to safe house, commanding their troops and rallying their men as they fought tooth and nail for supplies.
With his years of tracking under his belt, it was almost too easy for Leto to track the Jedi to their current headquarters, and using the four teams he assaulted the headquarters. He was smart however by setting up three teams of Commandos at the back of the large walled off compound, while the last squad assaulted the front, and ordered his men to make it look like they were simply assaulting the guards that had posted themselves up in the streets.
Like clockwork the Jedi’s and the General piled out of the back of the compound with a gaggle of armed men, and were chopped down in their entirety by the commandos, with one of the Jedi managing to ignite his blade and deflect a few rounds before being gunned down by the crossfire the commandos had setup. First squad was sent into the building then, and cleared out the last of the defenders whilst Leto took the Jedi’s inside and kicked out all of his men as he feasted on their soup.
News of the decimation of the headquarters reached the Republican ground troops quickly, and without a head of command to lead them, they surrendered in the thousands. Many were killed in cold blood by the Mandalorians, but many others were taken as prisoners to work as slaves. Leto was held as the hero responsible for the victory, but to him the greatest price came in the shape of the Jedi’s minds he had devoured, as he savoured their taste and longed for more in the future.
RP Sample:
(This is of Leto’s first killing of a Jedi, and subsequent drinking of his soup. Hope you enjoy.)
Meticulous and calculating, Leto sat idle in the small bar, his eyes watching the hooded figure on the other side of the room with a predatory instinct, concealing his presence with his mind as he manipulated those around the Jedi. All the weak minded fools of the bar were easy pickings for the lightly travelled Anzat; a padawan by the standards of his people but a master assassin by the standards of the Homo sapiens. Waitresses spilt drinks on the Jedi without apologising, and rowdy patrons muscled in on his booth, usually resulting in their own bodily harm without any recollection of what had transpired.
Eventually, the powerful Jedi rose from his table and headed for the exit; his cold blue eyes surveying the crowd in an attempt to pick out what exactly had been causing this, but finding no eyes meeting his, nor feeling any powerful beings in the vicinity, he left in silence. Afterall, Leto had learned from his teacher the ways of the Jedi, and knew how one operated right down to their moral beliefs on the force. One might say he knew too much for such a hunt, but if asked Leto would say it to be imperative in his mission, and a task any well endowed assassin would take the time to use.
The hunt was as much about the actual hunt itself as it was the soup to Leto, who after all had not even tasted the supposedly incomparable substance, thwarted in every attempt by his wise master Ta’Luk. Paying for the untouched beverage beside him, the Anzat rose up upon watching the Jedi leave the establishment and followed him hastily out the door, standing a second just outside to adjust to the bright light, a strong contrast to the dimly lit setting he’d found himself only seconds before.
When his eyes had adjusted, he carefully scanned the marketplace before him and began to walk, already knowing where the Jedi was with his mind, and not having to work very hard to find him as the man eased his way through the marketplace, taking stops to observe various goods before continuing on. By this time Leto knew he had been spotted, it was so easy to tell as the Jedi shot glances around him during ever interval, a few of which landed on the young Anzat. In comparison the Jedi probably thought he himself was the better bet in this particular instance, but had he known he was to be fighting an Anzat…well let’s just say his stance would probably shift.
Nearing the end of the marketplace, Leto spotted a doorway just a few meters ahead of the Jedi, covered with a long piece of fabric, it seemed perfect for the wise assassin. Closing the distance, the Anzat reached his prey just a step from the doorway and with one mighty heave tossed the cloaked Jedi through the doorway unexpectedly, who crashed into a wooden table inside and collapsed to the dirt ground in a heap.
Leto followed instantly, but was heaved back out by a powerful blast from the Jedi’s force, tossing him right across the marketplace and hurtling into a fruit stand which he crushed under the weight of his body. From his fallen position, Leto watched as the Jedi appeared in the doorway, sabre at the ready as the Anzat flipped himself into a standing position and produced two weighted knives from his heavy coat, a favourite weapon of his.
As if the outmatching weapons was too much to bear, the Jedi stopped a second and stared as people on either side of them hustled away, knocking over each other and stands alike in a mad dash of terror, screams and shrieks abound.
“What is your name?” Asked the Jedi, his cold eyes digging into Leto’s, a trick the wizened Anzat had learned early on and stumped instantly, much to the displeasure of the Jedi.
“My name is Leto, and you are my victim,” In a flash Leto whipped one of his weighted knives hurtling through the air, but the Jedi engaged his sabre and incinerated it just as it neared him.
“Interesting choice of weapons, my name is Jericho and I don’t think you’ll be leaving Tattooine today, son,” The final word stung, and Leto unwittingly scrunched his face in anger, before tossing a number of other blades at the Jedi, all seemingly incinerating upon impact with the bright laser that shot out in front of him.
“Ah-hah-” In the middle of his laugh, the Jedi stopped, his eyes wide and turned downwards, towards the jutting piece of Phrik, the only one of such composition in Leto’s entire arsenal, and handed down to him by his wise master Ta’Luk. It had hit home, running through the Jedi’s breast plate and just barely cutting the heart, which with each beat caused more and more holes to appear in the thick tissue of the muscle. “H…how?” He dropped to his knee’s and the lightsabre in his hand flicked off, before he collapsed to his side and lay there, face displaying a mixture of bewilderment and fear as Leto approached.
Bewilderment at the knife, and fear of Leto as his proboscises appeared from his cheeks, whipping around madly at the delectable meal that was lying before him. Using one of his heavy boots, the Anzat hoofed his lightsabre from the Jedi’s hand, and knocked him over so that he was on his back before crouching beside the bleeding figure and cocking his head to the side.
“Not leaving Tattooine, eh?” Asked Leto, licking his lips hungrily as his tendrils crazed before his face. “Do you know what I am now?” The Jedi nodded. “Then you’ll know you had no hope,” And with that he began to feast.
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