Post by kozeph on Jun 16, 2011 19:47:50 GMT -5
Name:Haraldur Leutwin
Race: Morellian
Age: 96 (Looks to be in his late forties)
Height: 6'7''
Weight: 268 lbs
Appearance:
Haraldur is a large man, with large well muscled and toned body. His build is not so much of that of a body-builder but still is very obvious that Haraldur is a very fit and athletic person, who has dedicated decades to shaping and sculpting his body into his current shape. Not surprisingly enough Haraldur body is both durable, strong and rather agile, all thanks to the Matukai traditions Haraldur has followed since a young age, despite his fall.
Haraldur is a hard man, this is evident in his body and especially in his facial expression. He has very strong facial features, his expression is a tough one and rarely relaxed or show any kind emotion other than a mute if not stern expression. Haraldur tough face is also complimented by the slightly un-shaven goatee and beard. Haraldur eyes are in a dark shade of blue and remain rather passive, but do not have that soft look about them that eyes should have it's almost like the glow the eyes have whether from passion, kindness or anger has been trained and suppressed completely, when influenced and fuelled by the dark side Haraldur eyes turn into a bright yellow-orange shade. Haraldur has a long white-ish blond mane, that goes down to his lower back.
For clothing, Haraldur is normally seen only wearing one outfit. Haraldur clothing has various layers, but at it's core remains light and functional, excellent for moving around. Haraldur wears a simply brown leather vest with a zipper, but he usually only chooses to leave it unzipped and make his chest visible. Above the leather vest, Haraldur wears a thick red with golden decorations vest, the left sleeve is long and conceals much of his arm while the right sleeve is shorter and only goes down to Haraldur elbow. On his arms Haraldur wears two long braces, which are made from a thick fabric and reinforced underneath the golden and red decorations by a very light sheet of Duranium.
The lower portion of Haraldur body consist of a thick brown leather belt where a Haraldur swords are kept sheathed, a crimson piece of cloth is used as a long open skirt, below that he wears dark pants and field boots.
In the end Haraldur has a ruthless appearance, he is large and intimidating. He looks like a noble barbarian and even a casual observer can feel slightly threatened or insecure around Haraldur. Haraldur has powerful presence not just in the force but in body lenguage, which makes him look strong, firm and confident of his abilities tightly secure in a level few people ever achieve. Haraldur is an intimidating and inspiring figure for friends and foes alike.
Personality:
Haraldur is best known for a godlike determination, his eyes and his personality in general are one of great focus and being a man who knows what he wants. Haraldur is neither a loner nor a introspective person, but he is one that only speaks when he considered it necessary to make a point, he is not one that carries a conversation and would rather express himself through his body, mainly using his fist to make a point. Although don't mistake Haraldur for an aggressive person, he is a down to earth person, he only acts when he considered it necessary and when is "will" makes him act, so the chances that he breaks someone's jaw out of a whim are not exceedingly common.
Haraldur is a harsh person, it is rare for him to express kind words but he is also not one that insults people, he points the facts he notices and that is all. He will not give you a pat in the back, nor he will kick you when you are down, he will only make a rather cold observation.
Haraldur personality is all about strength, conviction and unforgiving nature. "A person is who he wants to be" is the best way Haraldur describes himself to others and how he see's himself, he doesn't believe in what he considers the crap of "survivable of the fittest" or "the strong are always on top" all he believes in is "Do what you will" mentality, he firmly believes that a person should act accordingly to their nature but not be dominated by it, for that is true strength, they should be fuelled by their passions. As such Haraldur pursues his whims and desires as he pleases, he is free and unbound, he is however not irresponsible or an outright rebellious person who tries to remain "free" as said before Haraldur is a down to earth person, not a kind one but most certainly a ruthless one. Haraldur doesn't have much in the way of shame or morality, he is not above mercilessly cutting down a friend to reach his goals should he have to. He remains practical and most of the time does what he considers practical, being for the most part a modest and humble man, who is no push over.
Despite not being talkative Haraldur is a rather charismatic person, his force of personality and determination is usually enough to mark him as a superior person, he judges things on his observations, practicability and strength. He is a straight forward person and Haraldur doesn't tend to be on the manipulative type, who hides under layers of lies and secret intentions, although he can appreciate the power that words can have on others.
Not being a very aggressive person, or being rather tolerant and rarely losing his temper, Haraldur is surprisingly very bloodthirsty in battle. He from a young age lost interest in lightsabers and would eventually come to love melee weapons, finding it more aesthetically beautiful to see blood running across the edge of his sword, than seeing a burned lump of severed flesh. He likes to get up close and personal with his opponents, he especially enjoys watching people fight for what they believe to be true.
Haraldur only has one long term dream, to which he has dedicated a good part of the last twenty six years trying to accomplish. Haraldur received a vision of a person, he is not sure if its a child, man, woman or elderly person nor he is sure what species it is, nor he knows why he has to find that peculiar person, Haraldur just feels like he has to meet that person, to achieve a greater understanding of the galaxy, of himself and everything. After that much time searching Haraldur, has grown tired of roaming from one spaceport to another so he decided to answer the call coming from Korriban, there perhaps he shall find this person who has long eluded him.
Birth place: Chandrila
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi order, Grey Jedi, Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: youngling, apprentice, knight/master
Bio:
The fittest
Haraldur story began with the meeting of his parents, two lost Morellian's that had wondered to Chandrila by different circumstances. One, the one that would could call himself the father of Haraldur was a aspirant artist of no notable talent. Kuhn was his name and he hailed himself a painter and a poet, yet was not a notable artist by any means save for his talent to persuade women into being his models. The Morellian that would be Haraldur mother was a doctor, Ilidia Leutwin was her name and she had recently received her medical diploma and had just entered the labouring field.
Kuhn and Ilidia met in an art exposition, which had nothing of Kuhn's artwork. They saw each other several times and after two years of dating and living together, they married. Ten years later they finally decided to have a child and nine months later Haraldur would come to the world. Yet Haraldur coming into the world was marked by the death of his mother, who was unable to survive labour despite the medical equipment and her collages help. Haraldur being a force-Sensitive babe, was able to remember in the years to come his coming into the world and the love from his mother as well as her suffering.
Kuhn was completely shattered by loosing his wife, and he feeling unable to take care of the child on his own, had him sent to adoption with barely three months of age, he requested that Haraldur kept his mother family name, at least in the sense of paperwork. As the force would have it or fate if you will to call it, Haraldur life in the orphanage was short lived as he was soon discovered to be a force-Sensitive. Haraldur would then be sent to the capital of the Republic and to the Jedi temple.
Haraldur grew up in the Jedi medical facilities, the world he knew was the temple corridors and the kindly masters and caretakers. Once Haraldur was old enough to join a class, he became a youngling. Haraldur was a promising student yet for some reason he was not a very notable student. The young Morellian proved to be talented in the field of telekinetics and he indeed had an easier time learning the ways of the force, yet for all his talent in the force he was short-handed in the Shii-Cho practices. Haraldur in theoretical teachings was a slow learner and rather mediocre in physical exams.
The Morellian youngling was in most senses the average, not terribly popular but friendly enough, not the fasted of learners, had potential as a consular and not much interest in a lightsaber.
By the time Haraldur was twelve, the youngling promotions came and the Morellian boy eagerly expected for a master to take an interest in him. Haraldur did well enough in his test, yet he was unable to impress any of the master and he slowly watched as each of his friends was picked by a master or knight. By the end of the month Haraldur was among the six younglings that failed to become a padawan.
The big world
As per tradition, any youngling that failed to become a padawan was to be sent to one of the Jedi service corps. In Haraldur case he was sent to the agri-corps, where he was destined to live a life tending to the food supplies of the galaxy. Haraldur studied agriculture, farming and everything that an agri-corp member was expected to learn.
For the most part Haraldur was happy with this life, while he was sad that he was unable to become a Jedi, he took comfort that he was doing something good. That thought would carry him for the best part of his teenage years. Yet by the time Haraldur was eighteen, he slowly began to get bored with his placid life as an “important” farmer. Life in an agri-world was quickly becoming dull and Haraldur soon began to yearn for something else.
This would lead Haraldur to leave his home, with the proper authorization and paperwork and seek a life in the great beyond his tiny peaceful home. Haraldur would find his way to Corellia, where things became so much more interesting and lively. Haraldur rented a small dorm and worked at a local restaurant, he at first was a waiter, then the cashier and finally got promoted to cook. Life was good in most senses Haraldur, was a young and friendly lad in a good environment with friendly and open people.
For the next six years Haraldur worked there, he had a fair share of lovers, casual friends and workmates. Soon enough Haraldur would become the manager of that family restaurant after his boss retired. Haraldur kept the establishment alive and in his free time, practised various sports but never remained in one for a long period of time. With the age of twenty four, Haraldur saw how his neighbourhood began to decay, once a gang of common thugs and scoundrels moved in. It was at that time that life took another step in another direction, one that would reawaken Haraldur dream of being a hero like the Jedi.
One evening, Haraldur witness two men harassing a young Twi-lek. Haraldur being the foolish young man that he was stepped in and tried to scare off the thugs. He failed miserably and was the victim of a vicious beating, yet he succeed at least in helping the young girl escape. Haraldur would have come worse from the brawl if not for the interference of man well past his forties.
The human, while frail looking was able to beat the two thugs senseless with two strikes. The human of the name Gaverik Gales, was a Matukai adept. He decided to make Haraldur his disciple after witnessing him try to fight for good.
Easier said than done
With Gaverik help, Haraldur soon managed to reawaken his affinity to the force, which had mostly fallen into dis-use after so many years of living with no sort of training regime. Haraldur would be put through physical training unlike anything he had ever expected, soon Gaverik training would take most of the young Morellian time, that he was forced to quit his job and leave his small dorm, he stared living with Gaverik and would assist him in what ever form he could to scare away trouble makers. A year later Gaverik and Haraldur left behind Corellia and soon began the common nomad life of a Matukai.
Under Geverik supervision, Haraldur became a very fit man. His strength in the force also blossomed, yet Haraldur training mostly involved his body and his healing capabilities. By the time the Morellian was twenty seven he was a capable brawler and a good swordsman and with his fast growing old master would act as vigilantes in the poorest parts of the worlds they visited. Of note Haraldur seemed to enjoy more wielding a blade than using his bare fists to make a point, but he was slowly becoming more talented with his knuckles and body than with a tool.
By the time Haraldur was twenty eight, Gaverik considered that he had taught everything he could to the Morellian apprentice and that the rest was up to him to learn. Haraldur built his Wan-shen as per tradition and donned the green robes of a Matukai adept. On his own once more Haraldur confidently faced the world and what ever it threw at him, Haraldur kept training his body, his fists and both his mastery with a regular sword and the Wan-shen. Haraldur connection with the force also grew stronger and he soon awakens his affinity for telekinesis once more but he would not spend much time honing that art, instead focusing on the force talents that allowed him to transcend normal body conditions.
Haraldur continued his work as a vigilante for several more months until he, while spending a lovely evening drinking water in a cantina, encountered a Duros who took down six drunks in a fist fight. Haraldur intrigued approached the Duros and found him to be a master of Broken gate martial art. Haraldur after much persuasion on his part managed to convince the Duros to make him a disciple so he could learn the secrets of the Broken Gate marial art.
Under the Duros education, Haraldur realized that there was a vast sea of arts, from many races and cultures. Once Haraldur was considered an adept in that martial art was left to his own devices, Haraldur would go on to seek people to challenge and other martial master to learn from.
For the next ten years Haraldur, travelled up and down the galaxy learning diverse martial arts such as the well known Teras Kasi, Echani hand to hand combat and melee techniques and boxing and the leg related cousin. It was all for the purpose of furthering his mastery of the soul and body, which would increasingly grow and he was able to shrug blows that would fallen a normal human, leap insane distances and run faster than any man Haraldur had ever seen.
With power comes pride
With the growing in power, pride soon began to cloud Haraldur head. He soon stopped his work as space vigilante and would move to Empress Teta. There Haraldur would stablish a not government sanctioned mix martial arts dojo, Haraldur goal was to attract promising fighters and learn from them and as a fair trade he would pass any of his knowledges. Six months later, one of Haraldur's acquaintances introduced him into a ring of illegal fighting network. Not on the level of manslaughter or killing of any kind, but where real men and women could knock each others brains out.
Intrigued Haraldur joined, he with his talents soon rose to the top of the ring. After three months of fighting in those tournaments, he was unmatched and unbeaten. Glory soon filled Haraldur head and he became both prideful and violent, he was starting to forget most of the Jedi teaching in his younth and the ones that Gaverik had drilled into his head.
Soon enough Haraldur was in the finals, where the fighting got increasingly hard and the more entertaining for the Morellian. Yet things went downhill at the final match, the title of Empress Teta greatest martial artist was in line and Haraldur would earn it. Yet he lost to the Wookiee fighter, bloodied and beaten Haraldur stood up he was really angry, so angry that his body stopped hurting and he could even ignore his broken arm and several ribs. Haraldur tapped into the dark side out of spiteful pride and meaningless anger. Next thing he knew he was being held by six bouncers and the Wookiee champion was there, dead with its furry head twisted in the wrong direction.
Haraldur was taken into a cell, while his future was decided by the judges of the match. Unknowingly to all in the arena, there was a spectator who had long taken interest in Haraldur. The small man of Asian features rescued Haraldur and smuggled him out of Empress Teta.
The small man, was called himself Wulf Kami and after Haraldur was nursed back to his prime he challenged the large Morellian into a duel. The small man beated Haraldur several times and forced him to become his apprentice. As things would have it Wulf was a force-Sensitive of powers that far out shined Haraldur. With the need of becoming strong Haraldur gladly became Wulf's disciple.
Beware the kind
Life with Kami was unlike the life Haraldur had with Gaverik. The training this time was brutal, and Wulf's teachings not only involved the body or the mastery of the force, but they also forced Haraldur to face complex psychological puzzles, the small man constantly made Haraldur contradict himself and any illusions he had about the life, he forced the Morellian to become stronger in more than one sense. A strong mind, a strong body a strong soul to which channel the force. Haraldur grew under Wulf's unpredictable teachings, a hard taskmaster yet a person Haraldur soon grew to trust and respect.
Well into his thirties Haraldur was now a formidable warrior, his training as a Matukai, the basics of a Jedi, a master of many martial arts, skilled in the art of dueling and an unforgiving training from Wulf made Haraldur force powers grow to greater levels. During the years Haraldur spent under Wulf's instructions, he learned many special powers. During the first few years Haraldur apprenticeship he learned how to channel the force into his weapons, once his level of Telekinesis grew enough Haraldur was able to expel waves of raw force and crush objects through sheer will power and the force.
With Wulf, Haraldur would keep travelling the galaxy. Haraldur would sign in brawls, martial tournaments both legal and illegal and arena fights. He would win and he would enjoy it, get better from it and above all else learn more about life and the dark side. Yet Haraldur was not allowed to become a bloodthirsty warrior, no Wulf made it so Haraldur would but taste that lifestyle but he guided him if not manipulated the Morellian so that he would continually grow and reach to a new level, or be broken by Wulf's harsh philosophies. For the most part a keen observer would have noticed that Wulf had some sort of mental, suggestive control over Haraldur and he would continually try to break Haraldur through carefully elaborated paradoxes, dilemmas and issues yet for all their years together Wulf only really helped the Morellian developed his hard as stone personality and an even stronger will.
Haraldur time with Wulf was marked with violence and the threat of a bloody reunion. At the age of forty five, Haraldur woke up being attacked by his master. It was no spar, the actual killing intent was obvious in the small Asian master who knew more things than most people could comprehend. After a bloody and exhausting duel, Wulf defeated Haraldur by completely shattering both his arms and one of his legs. Through the course of the duel it became evidently obvious that Wulf grew more and more disappointed of his apprentice. Beaten and bloodied Haraldur welcomed his death and bade farewell to his master, yet his end never came to be at that moment.
Wulf sat next to the broken Haraldur and spoke to him at length about his life. Wulf revealed himself to be an Azant, a race of vampire of sorts. He for the last few centuries had decided to prepare his meals, by helping them grow and then eating them when they were ripe for the taking. Wulf's attempt on Haraldur life was the Azant last ploy to see if the Morellian would reach the stage he desired, Wulf wanted to taste the soup of a strong man who had been broken beyond redemption. The Azanti proved unable and said that he would not feast on such a solid force, that was Haraldur. For Wulf wanted but feast on a completely broken Haraldur. The Morellian survived that day only out of his master whim, who thanks to his age had slowly developed a more eccentric taste for feeding.
Wulf got up and left, lamenting that for the first time in his long life he had been unable to break someone's mind. The ancient Azant left leaving Haraldur with one last warning as a mentor and friend. “Break and I will find you and eat you”.
With those words, Wulf left to roam the galaxy to look for his next meal and perhaps one day return to check on this peculiar plate...
Explorer
Wulf woke up in a hospital and after his recovery, Haraldur now free of Wulf's grip decided to continue travelling. He however was changed by his master, he was no longer an arrogant, cocky or a man bounded by things like morality, love, hatred. In most senses Haraldur considered that he had finally awakened to his true potential and in doing so, he grew more powerful in more regards than one. Among all the time he spent under the Azant, Haraldur noticed that his force of personality had grown, he was no longer a weak man.
Haraldur soon found a job as a co-pilot in a smuggler's vessel, and remained there for several months. But Haraldur career as a smuggler was short lived, one day they got careless and were boarded by pirates. Haraldur captain was killed in the fire fight and much of the crew soon joined him. Haraldur surrendered himself and was taken as a prisoner to be sold in slavery, yet fate or Haraldur would not allow himself to be made a slave. He challenged the captain of the ship a burly Devorodian, he broke his jaw in a brawl and demanded that he be made part of the pirate crew. He was welcomed for having some real balls, and Haraldur would soon carve a spot in the crew eventually being called the best damned member of the crew. Three months later the Devorodian died in a boarding and Haraldur was naturally elected as the captain of the small band of pirates.
Haraldur proved to be a practical, cold yet likeable captain. He didn't waste his men carelessly, loot was a plenty and soon enough the pirate ship gained fame in the underbelly of the galaxy. Haraldur was approached by a Hutt, going by the name of Tampa the Hutt, who wanted to hire Haraldur as a very special minion. Haraldur accepted and his life as a pirate ended at the age of forty seven, a short lived but rewarding career.
Working under Tampa, Haraldur soon proved to be a very valuable tool. Haraldur made for an ideal bodyguard and over a couple of months working under the Hutt, the Morellian became Tampa's personal enforcer. Haraldur's reputation grew in the underworld as a trusted and reliable man who did his job without complaints. Within a year Tampa trusted Haraldur enough to make him his personal advisor and right hand man.
Working for the Hutts, Haraldur grew even more. He after becoming Tampa's right hand man, was expected to be able to command others. At first it was not an easy task, but Haraldur proved to be a quick learner, how to judge and read people which resulted in him being the main reason why Tampa's cartel kept growing. Haraldur was an efficient if not ruthless commander and enforcer, but the loyalty that he inspired from the men under his command was undeniable and their competence was something to be proud off. Haraldur also functioned as the form of execution of the Hutt, Tampa unlike other Hutt's preferred seeing sentient killing sentient, so instead of a Kath hound or a Rancor, he pitted Haraldur to one on one, or one on three matches against his Morellian champion. Haraldur was unmatched in both his skill with the blade or his ability to crush a man's head with his bare hands and a little help from the force.
At first Tampa was overjoyed that Haraldur was slowly but steadily expanding the cartel influence. Yet a Hutt will always be a Hutt. Tampa after a time started to envy Haraldur, since most of his success was in one way or another related or influenced by the Morellian champion. Tampa soon started looking for ways to dis-credit his right hand man, then finally after three years of loyal service, the Hutt finally decided to eliminate Haraldur, the final straw was when Tampa realized the his own if not most of his thugs were more loyal to the Morellian warrior than the slimmy Hutt.
Tampa in order to get rid off Haraldur, set him up in a meeting. The meeting was supposed to be with some weapon merchants, but in reality Haraldur was going to walk in into a room full of hired killers. The ambush was carried out, yet none of the men hired by Tampa survived and Haraldur simply fled, he realized that either Tampa or another of his collages (many whom were also looking to get rid off the influential Morellian)
Tampa expected his best man to survive the set up, so he had already a second plan in motion. He called Haraldur a deserter and traitor, the Hutt was able to turn much of the confused cartel against Haraldur and sent them out to take care of their former “brother”.
After thirty eight attempts on his life over the course of three months, Haraldur got sick of playing hide and seek with the Hutt. The Morellian took a freighter, flew it straight into his former boss castle. Haraldur was angry that he had been back stabbed and annoyed by the constant attempts on his life and not being able to spend a peaceful night with someone trying to shoot him. However Haraldur wasn't stupid enough to be on the freighter as it collided with Tampa's summer palace, he jumped out of the ship before it crashed on the building. Haraldur used the chaos of his attack to sneak in and take out his former employer.
Haraldur ended up killing sixty five people, most who had a very real friendship with the Morellian. By the end of afternoon, Haraldur found Tampa and quickly disposed of his former employer.
Family
Yet Haraldur's trouble with the Hutts wouldn't end just like that, by killing Tampa. Haraldur had angered Tampa's father, elder brother and his sister. For the following twenty years the trio would send bounty hunters and assassins after the Morellian, yet none of the people who they sent proved able to take care of Haraldur.
At the age of fifty five, Haraldur met the most fiery woman he had ever seen. She was a Mandalorian and a great warrior. Haraldur met Shile Orus'na one evening in a tavern brawl, a fight that had started when a very drunk Rodian tried to pick a fight with Haraldur, for ordering water instead of an alcoholic beverage. A few punches later and some tossing around, the cantina turned into an all out brawling tournament.
Amist the chaos of the all out brawl, Haraldur saw a woman knocking people left and right, intrigued Haraldur challenged her and they proceeded to beat each other, Shile won the match much to Haraldur's surprise, she managed to land a lucky punch in his chin which knocked the Morellian out.
Once Haraldur woke up a couple of minutes later, he started looking for the she mandalorian. Haraldur found her three days later when she was cornered by her companions who had turned against her just so they could collect a greater part of the share. Haraldur stepped in and using the force he brutally killed all the bounty hunters. The Morellian told the human that they were now even, to which Shile responded by shooting at a nearby rooftop, she replied that he now owed her again. Shile had killed one of Haraldur's hunters. Haraldur was of course aware of that man but decided to leave it at that.
Shile and Haraldur started to travel together from that day forward. Their partnership lasted nearly for five years, in that time the pair grew close and Shile proposed marriage to Haraldur, who agreed. Although they never to the chance to marry, even if she was pregnant with his child. One evening Haraldur was tracked down by a large band of bounty hunters hired by one of Tampa's relatives. During the fire fight Haraldur got separated from Shile, a few moments later he saw a large explosion where she had been. In a rage Haraldur killed once more everyone near him. Once he snapped out of his rage, Haraldur found himself atop a pile of dead bodies, hunters and civilians alike.
Haraldur tried countless time to find Shile, but he was unable. Depressed, tired and enraged Haraldur took a ship and flew to Felucia an decided to seclude himself there.
Great Hermit
For fifteen years Haraldur remained in the colorful yet deadly planet, he made a small hut there and made a living carving stones into the shape of the various animals he encountered. Haraldur continued training in the force and from the lack of detachment the life of a hermit, Haraldur danger sense became more keen, the constant attack from the wildlife at any time of the day helped Haraldur shape his senses. Haraldur became a very proficient hunter and after five years most predators stayed away from Haraldur's territory, the Felucians also noticed Haraldur after some time. They in their primitive language called him “The Great Hunter” for his ability to bring down even the mightiest of bull rancors on his own.
Eventually after saving a Felucian youth from falling down a pit, Haraldur was invited to join the tribe, the hermit although he shared a dwelling with the felucians had little contact with them, yet from watching them Haraldur soon learned to understand their language which upon futher study the Morellian figured out had learned how through the force to comprehend alien speech. Although a loner in the tribe, Haraldur was still a very honored person inside the felucian tribe, they learned from him as much as he learned from them. Eventually Haraldur was considered the adviser of the chieftain and later he was the chieftain of the village.
The tribe under Haraldur command grew strong, yet slightly tainted by the darkside in the Morellian, this taint eventually drew the attention of a Jedi master who came to Felucia in an attempt to learn more about the Felucians. Over the following weeks, Haraldur and the Jedi master met, they chatted and the more they did the more the pair realized that they could never see eye to eye. Eventually the Jedi master a cathar attempted to arrest Haraldur so he could be brought to the order and redeemed, Haraldur resisted and killed the Jedi master.
Knowing that his time in Felucia was ending, Haraldur left without saying goodbye to the tribe that he had risen. Haraldur later learned that a tribe of Felucians had attack a major resort and killed many tourists, protocol droids and investigators later discovered that the Felucians were looking for the Great Hunter. ..
Back in the World
Now at the age of sixty five, Haraldur returned from his seclusion. He found the galaxy in the same state that he had left it, the only thing was that the Hutts had probably gotten over the grudge of losing one of their own and figured that Haraldur had perished at some point.
For a year, Haraldur wandered around the galaxy without any real purpose. He for a time traveled with a Wookiee and from the walking carpet he learned a bit Wrruushi. Shortly after turning sixty seven Haraldur received a purpose, he had a vision of someone. After much pondering Haraldur decided that it was his destiny to find that person, for what purpose he hadn't a single clue, he would probably figure that out once he found that person.
Searching for that special person
First thing Haraldur did after he received his force vision, he hooked up with a merchant in need of crew members. Haraldur got the job as muscle and doing what ever others needed help with, although welcomed Haraldur never really fitted with the group of merchants.
It wasn't after three months of boring work that things got interesting for Haraldur. One evening while inspecting the cargo hold, Haraldur sensed a presence so small and so weak. Upon further investigation Haraldur found a stow away child, an almost feral little girl of pale skin.
Haraldur took a liking to the little stowaway girl and named her Aria, he feed her and took care of her. In most senses Haraldur adopted her, taught her how to speak more fluently and eventually began training her through Matukai methods.
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 5
Body: 9
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 5
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Grip/Crush
Force Wave
Force Body/Crucitorn
Force Rage
Farsight
Force Weapon
Skill:
Broken gate (master)
Wrruushi (beginner)
Echani martial arts (Adept)
Teras Kasi (Experienced)
Boxing & kick boxing (Experienced)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
Race: Morellian
Age: 96 (Looks to be in his late forties)
Height: 6'7''
Weight: 268 lbs
Appearance:
Haraldur is a large man, with large well muscled and toned body. His build is not so much of that of a body-builder but still is very obvious that Haraldur is a very fit and athletic person, who has dedicated decades to shaping and sculpting his body into his current shape. Not surprisingly enough Haraldur body is both durable, strong and rather agile, all thanks to the Matukai traditions Haraldur has followed since a young age, despite his fall.
Haraldur is a hard man, this is evident in his body and especially in his facial expression. He has very strong facial features, his expression is a tough one and rarely relaxed or show any kind emotion other than a mute if not stern expression. Haraldur tough face is also complimented by the slightly un-shaven goatee and beard. Haraldur eyes are in a dark shade of blue and remain rather passive, but do not have that soft look about them that eyes should have it's almost like the glow the eyes have whether from passion, kindness or anger has been trained and suppressed completely, when influenced and fuelled by the dark side Haraldur eyes turn into a bright yellow-orange shade. Haraldur has a long white-ish blond mane, that goes down to his lower back.
For clothing, Haraldur is normally seen only wearing one outfit. Haraldur clothing has various layers, but at it's core remains light and functional, excellent for moving around. Haraldur wears a simply brown leather vest with a zipper, but he usually only chooses to leave it unzipped and make his chest visible. Above the leather vest, Haraldur wears a thick red with golden decorations vest, the left sleeve is long and conceals much of his arm while the right sleeve is shorter and only goes down to Haraldur elbow. On his arms Haraldur wears two long braces, which are made from a thick fabric and reinforced underneath the golden and red decorations by a very light sheet of Duranium.
The lower portion of Haraldur body consist of a thick brown leather belt where a Haraldur swords are kept sheathed, a crimson piece of cloth is used as a long open skirt, below that he wears dark pants and field boots.
In the end Haraldur has a ruthless appearance, he is large and intimidating. He looks like a noble barbarian and even a casual observer can feel slightly threatened or insecure around Haraldur. Haraldur has powerful presence not just in the force but in body lenguage, which makes him look strong, firm and confident of his abilities tightly secure in a level few people ever achieve. Haraldur is an intimidating and inspiring figure for friends and foes alike.
Personality:
Haraldur is best known for a godlike determination, his eyes and his personality in general are one of great focus and being a man who knows what he wants. Haraldur is neither a loner nor a introspective person, but he is one that only speaks when he considered it necessary to make a point, he is not one that carries a conversation and would rather express himself through his body, mainly using his fist to make a point. Although don't mistake Haraldur for an aggressive person, he is a down to earth person, he only acts when he considered it necessary and when is "will" makes him act, so the chances that he breaks someone's jaw out of a whim are not exceedingly common.
Haraldur is a harsh person, it is rare for him to express kind words but he is also not one that insults people, he points the facts he notices and that is all. He will not give you a pat in the back, nor he will kick you when you are down, he will only make a rather cold observation.
Haraldur personality is all about strength, conviction and unforgiving nature. "A person is who he wants to be" is the best way Haraldur describes himself to others and how he see's himself, he doesn't believe in what he considers the crap of "survivable of the fittest" or "the strong are always on top" all he believes in is "Do what you will" mentality, he firmly believes that a person should act accordingly to their nature but not be dominated by it, for that is true strength, they should be fuelled by their passions. As such Haraldur pursues his whims and desires as he pleases, he is free and unbound, he is however not irresponsible or an outright rebellious person who tries to remain "free" as said before Haraldur is a down to earth person, not a kind one but most certainly a ruthless one. Haraldur doesn't have much in the way of shame or morality, he is not above mercilessly cutting down a friend to reach his goals should he have to. He remains practical and most of the time does what he considers practical, being for the most part a modest and humble man, who is no push over.
Despite not being talkative Haraldur is a rather charismatic person, his force of personality and determination is usually enough to mark him as a superior person, he judges things on his observations, practicability and strength. He is a straight forward person and Haraldur doesn't tend to be on the manipulative type, who hides under layers of lies and secret intentions, although he can appreciate the power that words can have on others.
Not being a very aggressive person, or being rather tolerant and rarely losing his temper, Haraldur is surprisingly very bloodthirsty in battle. He from a young age lost interest in lightsabers and would eventually come to love melee weapons, finding it more aesthetically beautiful to see blood running across the edge of his sword, than seeing a burned lump of severed flesh. He likes to get up close and personal with his opponents, he especially enjoys watching people fight for what they believe to be true.
Haraldur only has one long term dream, to which he has dedicated a good part of the last twenty six years trying to accomplish. Haraldur received a vision of a person, he is not sure if its a child, man, woman or elderly person nor he is sure what species it is, nor he knows why he has to find that peculiar person, Haraldur just feels like he has to meet that person, to achieve a greater understanding of the galaxy, of himself and everything. After that much time searching Haraldur, has grown tired of roaming from one spaceport to another so he decided to answer the call coming from Korriban, there perhaps he shall find this person who has long eluded him.
Birth place: Chandrila
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi order, Grey Jedi, Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: youngling, apprentice, knight/master
Bio:
The fittest
Haraldur story began with the meeting of his parents, two lost Morellian's that had wondered to Chandrila by different circumstances. One, the one that would could call himself the father of Haraldur was a aspirant artist of no notable talent. Kuhn was his name and he hailed himself a painter and a poet, yet was not a notable artist by any means save for his talent to persuade women into being his models. The Morellian that would be Haraldur mother was a doctor, Ilidia Leutwin was her name and she had recently received her medical diploma and had just entered the labouring field.
Kuhn and Ilidia met in an art exposition, which had nothing of Kuhn's artwork. They saw each other several times and after two years of dating and living together, they married. Ten years later they finally decided to have a child and nine months later Haraldur would come to the world. Yet Haraldur coming into the world was marked by the death of his mother, who was unable to survive labour despite the medical equipment and her collages help. Haraldur being a force-Sensitive babe, was able to remember in the years to come his coming into the world and the love from his mother as well as her suffering.
Kuhn was completely shattered by loosing his wife, and he feeling unable to take care of the child on his own, had him sent to adoption with barely three months of age, he requested that Haraldur kept his mother family name, at least in the sense of paperwork. As the force would have it or fate if you will to call it, Haraldur life in the orphanage was short lived as he was soon discovered to be a force-Sensitive. Haraldur would then be sent to the capital of the Republic and to the Jedi temple.
Haraldur grew up in the Jedi medical facilities, the world he knew was the temple corridors and the kindly masters and caretakers. Once Haraldur was old enough to join a class, he became a youngling. Haraldur was a promising student yet for some reason he was not a very notable student. The young Morellian proved to be talented in the field of telekinetics and he indeed had an easier time learning the ways of the force, yet for all his talent in the force he was short-handed in the Shii-Cho practices. Haraldur in theoretical teachings was a slow learner and rather mediocre in physical exams.
The Morellian youngling was in most senses the average, not terribly popular but friendly enough, not the fasted of learners, had potential as a consular and not much interest in a lightsaber.
By the time Haraldur was twelve, the youngling promotions came and the Morellian boy eagerly expected for a master to take an interest in him. Haraldur did well enough in his test, yet he was unable to impress any of the master and he slowly watched as each of his friends was picked by a master or knight. By the end of the month Haraldur was among the six younglings that failed to become a padawan.
The big world
As per tradition, any youngling that failed to become a padawan was to be sent to one of the Jedi service corps. In Haraldur case he was sent to the agri-corps, where he was destined to live a life tending to the food supplies of the galaxy. Haraldur studied agriculture, farming and everything that an agri-corp member was expected to learn.
For the most part Haraldur was happy with this life, while he was sad that he was unable to become a Jedi, he took comfort that he was doing something good. That thought would carry him for the best part of his teenage years. Yet by the time Haraldur was eighteen, he slowly began to get bored with his placid life as an “important” farmer. Life in an agri-world was quickly becoming dull and Haraldur soon began to yearn for something else.
This would lead Haraldur to leave his home, with the proper authorization and paperwork and seek a life in the great beyond his tiny peaceful home. Haraldur would find his way to Corellia, where things became so much more interesting and lively. Haraldur rented a small dorm and worked at a local restaurant, he at first was a waiter, then the cashier and finally got promoted to cook. Life was good in most senses Haraldur, was a young and friendly lad in a good environment with friendly and open people.
For the next six years Haraldur worked there, he had a fair share of lovers, casual friends and workmates. Soon enough Haraldur would become the manager of that family restaurant after his boss retired. Haraldur kept the establishment alive and in his free time, practised various sports but never remained in one for a long period of time. With the age of twenty four, Haraldur saw how his neighbourhood began to decay, once a gang of common thugs and scoundrels moved in. It was at that time that life took another step in another direction, one that would reawaken Haraldur dream of being a hero like the Jedi.
One evening, Haraldur witness two men harassing a young Twi-lek. Haraldur being the foolish young man that he was stepped in and tried to scare off the thugs. He failed miserably and was the victim of a vicious beating, yet he succeed at least in helping the young girl escape. Haraldur would have come worse from the brawl if not for the interference of man well past his forties.
The human, while frail looking was able to beat the two thugs senseless with two strikes. The human of the name Gaverik Gales, was a Matukai adept. He decided to make Haraldur his disciple after witnessing him try to fight for good.
Easier said than done
With Gaverik help, Haraldur soon managed to reawaken his affinity to the force, which had mostly fallen into dis-use after so many years of living with no sort of training regime. Haraldur would be put through physical training unlike anything he had ever expected, soon Gaverik training would take most of the young Morellian time, that he was forced to quit his job and leave his small dorm, he stared living with Gaverik and would assist him in what ever form he could to scare away trouble makers. A year later Gaverik and Haraldur left behind Corellia and soon began the common nomad life of a Matukai.
Under Geverik supervision, Haraldur became a very fit man. His strength in the force also blossomed, yet Haraldur training mostly involved his body and his healing capabilities. By the time the Morellian was twenty seven he was a capable brawler and a good swordsman and with his fast growing old master would act as vigilantes in the poorest parts of the worlds they visited. Of note Haraldur seemed to enjoy more wielding a blade than using his bare fists to make a point, but he was slowly becoming more talented with his knuckles and body than with a tool.
By the time Haraldur was twenty eight, Gaverik considered that he had taught everything he could to the Morellian apprentice and that the rest was up to him to learn. Haraldur built his Wan-shen as per tradition and donned the green robes of a Matukai adept. On his own once more Haraldur confidently faced the world and what ever it threw at him, Haraldur kept training his body, his fists and both his mastery with a regular sword and the Wan-shen. Haraldur connection with the force also grew stronger and he soon awakens his affinity for telekinesis once more but he would not spend much time honing that art, instead focusing on the force talents that allowed him to transcend normal body conditions.
Haraldur continued his work as a vigilante for several more months until he, while spending a lovely evening drinking water in a cantina, encountered a Duros who took down six drunks in a fist fight. Haraldur intrigued approached the Duros and found him to be a master of Broken gate martial art. Haraldur after much persuasion on his part managed to convince the Duros to make him a disciple so he could learn the secrets of the Broken Gate marial art.
Under the Duros education, Haraldur realized that there was a vast sea of arts, from many races and cultures. Once Haraldur was considered an adept in that martial art was left to his own devices, Haraldur would go on to seek people to challenge and other martial master to learn from.
For the next ten years Haraldur, travelled up and down the galaxy learning diverse martial arts such as the well known Teras Kasi, Echani hand to hand combat and melee techniques and boxing and the leg related cousin. It was all for the purpose of furthering his mastery of the soul and body, which would increasingly grow and he was able to shrug blows that would fallen a normal human, leap insane distances and run faster than any man Haraldur had ever seen.
With power comes pride
With the growing in power, pride soon began to cloud Haraldur head. He soon stopped his work as space vigilante and would move to Empress Teta. There Haraldur would stablish a not government sanctioned mix martial arts dojo, Haraldur goal was to attract promising fighters and learn from them and as a fair trade he would pass any of his knowledges. Six months later, one of Haraldur's acquaintances introduced him into a ring of illegal fighting network. Not on the level of manslaughter or killing of any kind, but where real men and women could knock each others brains out.
Intrigued Haraldur joined, he with his talents soon rose to the top of the ring. After three months of fighting in those tournaments, he was unmatched and unbeaten. Glory soon filled Haraldur head and he became both prideful and violent, he was starting to forget most of the Jedi teaching in his younth and the ones that Gaverik had drilled into his head.
Soon enough Haraldur was in the finals, where the fighting got increasingly hard and the more entertaining for the Morellian. Yet things went downhill at the final match, the title of Empress Teta greatest martial artist was in line and Haraldur would earn it. Yet he lost to the Wookiee fighter, bloodied and beaten Haraldur stood up he was really angry, so angry that his body stopped hurting and he could even ignore his broken arm and several ribs. Haraldur tapped into the dark side out of spiteful pride and meaningless anger. Next thing he knew he was being held by six bouncers and the Wookiee champion was there, dead with its furry head twisted in the wrong direction.
Haraldur was taken into a cell, while his future was decided by the judges of the match. Unknowingly to all in the arena, there was a spectator who had long taken interest in Haraldur. The small man of Asian features rescued Haraldur and smuggled him out of Empress Teta.
The small man, was called himself Wulf Kami and after Haraldur was nursed back to his prime he challenged the large Morellian into a duel. The small man beated Haraldur several times and forced him to become his apprentice. As things would have it Wulf was a force-Sensitive of powers that far out shined Haraldur. With the need of becoming strong Haraldur gladly became Wulf's disciple.
Beware the kind
Life with Kami was unlike the life Haraldur had with Gaverik. The training this time was brutal, and Wulf's teachings not only involved the body or the mastery of the force, but they also forced Haraldur to face complex psychological puzzles, the small man constantly made Haraldur contradict himself and any illusions he had about the life, he forced the Morellian to become stronger in more than one sense. A strong mind, a strong body a strong soul to which channel the force. Haraldur grew under Wulf's unpredictable teachings, a hard taskmaster yet a person Haraldur soon grew to trust and respect.
Well into his thirties Haraldur was now a formidable warrior, his training as a Matukai, the basics of a Jedi, a master of many martial arts, skilled in the art of dueling and an unforgiving training from Wulf made Haraldur force powers grow to greater levels. During the years Haraldur spent under Wulf's instructions, he learned many special powers. During the first few years Haraldur apprenticeship he learned how to channel the force into his weapons, once his level of Telekinesis grew enough Haraldur was able to expel waves of raw force and crush objects through sheer will power and the force.
With Wulf, Haraldur would keep travelling the galaxy. Haraldur would sign in brawls, martial tournaments both legal and illegal and arena fights. He would win and he would enjoy it, get better from it and above all else learn more about life and the dark side. Yet Haraldur was not allowed to become a bloodthirsty warrior, no Wulf made it so Haraldur would but taste that lifestyle but he guided him if not manipulated the Morellian so that he would continually grow and reach to a new level, or be broken by Wulf's harsh philosophies. For the most part a keen observer would have noticed that Wulf had some sort of mental, suggestive control over Haraldur and he would continually try to break Haraldur through carefully elaborated paradoxes, dilemmas and issues yet for all their years together Wulf only really helped the Morellian developed his hard as stone personality and an even stronger will.
Haraldur time with Wulf was marked with violence and the threat of a bloody reunion. At the age of forty five, Haraldur woke up being attacked by his master. It was no spar, the actual killing intent was obvious in the small Asian master who knew more things than most people could comprehend. After a bloody and exhausting duel, Wulf defeated Haraldur by completely shattering both his arms and one of his legs. Through the course of the duel it became evidently obvious that Wulf grew more and more disappointed of his apprentice. Beaten and bloodied Haraldur welcomed his death and bade farewell to his master, yet his end never came to be at that moment.
Wulf sat next to the broken Haraldur and spoke to him at length about his life. Wulf revealed himself to be an Azant, a race of vampire of sorts. He for the last few centuries had decided to prepare his meals, by helping them grow and then eating them when they were ripe for the taking. Wulf's attempt on Haraldur life was the Azant last ploy to see if the Morellian would reach the stage he desired, Wulf wanted to taste the soup of a strong man who had been broken beyond redemption. The Azanti proved unable and said that he would not feast on such a solid force, that was Haraldur. For Wulf wanted but feast on a completely broken Haraldur. The Morellian survived that day only out of his master whim, who thanks to his age had slowly developed a more eccentric taste for feeding.
Wulf got up and left, lamenting that for the first time in his long life he had been unable to break someone's mind. The ancient Azant left leaving Haraldur with one last warning as a mentor and friend. “Break and I will find you and eat you”.
With those words, Wulf left to roam the galaxy to look for his next meal and perhaps one day return to check on this peculiar plate...
Explorer
Wulf woke up in a hospital and after his recovery, Haraldur now free of Wulf's grip decided to continue travelling. He however was changed by his master, he was no longer an arrogant, cocky or a man bounded by things like morality, love, hatred. In most senses Haraldur considered that he had finally awakened to his true potential and in doing so, he grew more powerful in more regards than one. Among all the time he spent under the Azant, Haraldur noticed that his force of personality had grown, he was no longer a weak man.
Haraldur soon found a job as a co-pilot in a smuggler's vessel, and remained there for several months. But Haraldur career as a smuggler was short lived, one day they got careless and were boarded by pirates. Haraldur captain was killed in the fire fight and much of the crew soon joined him. Haraldur surrendered himself and was taken as a prisoner to be sold in slavery, yet fate or Haraldur would not allow himself to be made a slave. He challenged the captain of the ship a burly Devorodian, he broke his jaw in a brawl and demanded that he be made part of the pirate crew. He was welcomed for having some real balls, and Haraldur would soon carve a spot in the crew eventually being called the best damned member of the crew. Three months later the Devorodian died in a boarding and Haraldur was naturally elected as the captain of the small band of pirates.
Haraldur proved to be a practical, cold yet likeable captain. He didn't waste his men carelessly, loot was a plenty and soon enough the pirate ship gained fame in the underbelly of the galaxy. Haraldur was approached by a Hutt, going by the name of Tampa the Hutt, who wanted to hire Haraldur as a very special minion. Haraldur accepted and his life as a pirate ended at the age of forty seven, a short lived but rewarding career.
Working under Tampa, Haraldur soon proved to be a very valuable tool. Haraldur made for an ideal bodyguard and over a couple of months working under the Hutt, the Morellian became Tampa's personal enforcer. Haraldur's reputation grew in the underworld as a trusted and reliable man who did his job without complaints. Within a year Tampa trusted Haraldur enough to make him his personal advisor and right hand man.
Working for the Hutts, Haraldur grew even more. He after becoming Tampa's right hand man, was expected to be able to command others. At first it was not an easy task, but Haraldur proved to be a quick learner, how to judge and read people which resulted in him being the main reason why Tampa's cartel kept growing. Haraldur was an efficient if not ruthless commander and enforcer, but the loyalty that he inspired from the men under his command was undeniable and their competence was something to be proud off. Haraldur also functioned as the form of execution of the Hutt, Tampa unlike other Hutt's preferred seeing sentient killing sentient, so instead of a Kath hound or a Rancor, he pitted Haraldur to one on one, or one on three matches against his Morellian champion. Haraldur was unmatched in both his skill with the blade or his ability to crush a man's head with his bare hands and a little help from the force.
At first Tampa was overjoyed that Haraldur was slowly but steadily expanding the cartel influence. Yet a Hutt will always be a Hutt. Tampa after a time started to envy Haraldur, since most of his success was in one way or another related or influenced by the Morellian champion. Tampa soon started looking for ways to dis-credit his right hand man, then finally after three years of loyal service, the Hutt finally decided to eliminate Haraldur, the final straw was when Tampa realized the his own if not most of his thugs were more loyal to the Morellian warrior than the slimmy Hutt.
Tampa in order to get rid off Haraldur, set him up in a meeting. The meeting was supposed to be with some weapon merchants, but in reality Haraldur was going to walk in into a room full of hired killers. The ambush was carried out, yet none of the men hired by Tampa survived and Haraldur simply fled, he realized that either Tampa or another of his collages (many whom were also looking to get rid off the influential Morellian)
Tampa expected his best man to survive the set up, so he had already a second plan in motion. He called Haraldur a deserter and traitor, the Hutt was able to turn much of the confused cartel against Haraldur and sent them out to take care of their former “brother”.
After thirty eight attempts on his life over the course of three months, Haraldur got sick of playing hide and seek with the Hutt. The Morellian took a freighter, flew it straight into his former boss castle. Haraldur was angry that he had been back stabbed and annoyed by the constant attempts on his life and not being able to spend a peaceful night with someone trying to shoot him. However Haraldur wasn't stupid enough to be on the freighter as it collided with Tampa's summer palace, he jumped out of the ship before it crashed on the building. Haraldur used the chaos of his attack to sneak in and take out his former employer.
Haraldur ended up killing sixty five people, most who had a very real friendship with the Morellian. By the end of afternoon, Haraldur found Tampa and quickly disposed of his former employer.
Family
Yet Haraldur's trouble with the Hutts wouldn't end just like that, by killing Tampa. Haraldur had angered Tampa's father, elder brother and his sister. For the following twenty years the trio would send bounty hunters and assassins after the Morellian, yet none of the people who they sent proved able to take care of Haraldur.
At the age of fifty five, Haraldur met the most fiery woman he had ever seen. She was a Mandalorian and a great warrior. Haraldur met Shile Orus'na one evening in a tavern brawl, a fight that had started when a very drunk Rodian tried to pick a fight with Haraldur, for ordering water instead of an alcoholic beverage. A few punches later and some tossing around, the cantina turned into an all out brawling tournament.
Amist the chaos of the all out brawl, Haraldur saw a woman knocking people left and right, intrigued Haraldur challenged her and they proceeded to beat each other, Shile won the match much to Haraldur's surprise, she managed to land a lucky punch in his chin which knocked the Morellian out.
Once Haraldur woke up a couple of minutes later, he started looking for the she mandalorian. Haraldur found her three days later when she was cornered by her companions who had turned against her just so they could collect a greater part of the share. Haraldur stepped in and using the force he brutally killed all the bounty hunters. The Morellian told the human that they were now even, to which Shile responded by shooting at a nearby rooftop, she replied that he now owed her again. Shile had killed one of Haraldur's hunters. Haraldur was of course aware of that man but decided to leave it at that.
Shile and Haraldur started to travel together from that day forward. Their partnership lasted nearly for five years, in that time the pair grew close and Shile proposed marriage to Haraldur, who agreed. Although they never to the chance to marry, even if she was pregnant with his child. One evening Haraldur was tracked down by a large band of bounty hunters hired by one of Tampa's relatives. During the fire fight Haraldur got separated from Shile, a few moments later he saw a large explosion where she had been. In a rage Haraldur killed once more everyone near him. Once he snapped out of his rage, Haraldur found himself atop a pile of dead bodies, hunters and civilians alike.
Haraldur tried countless time to find Shile, but he was unable. Depressed, tired and enraged Haraldur took a ship and flew to Felucia an decided to seclude himself there.
Great Hermit
For fifteen years Haraldur remained in the colorful yet deadly planet, he made a small hut there and made a living carving stones into the shape of the various animals he encountered. Haraldur continued training in the force and from the lack of detachment the life of a hermit, Haraldur danger sense became more keen, the constant attack from the wildlife at any time of the day helped Haraldur shape his senses. Haraldur became a very proficient hunter and after five years most predators stayed away from Haraldur's territory, the Felucians also noticed Haraldur after some time. They in their primitive language called him “The Great Hunter” for his ability to bring down even the mightiest of bull rancors on his own.
Eventually after saving a Felucian youth from falling down a pit, Haraldur was invited to join the tribe, the hermit although he shared a dwelling with the felucians had little contact with them, yet from watching them Haraldur soon learned to understand their language which upon futher study the Morellian figured out had learned how through the force to comprehend alien speech. Although a loner in the tribe, Haraldur was still a very honored person inside the felucian tribe, they learned from him as much as he learned from them. Eventually Haraldur was considered the adviser of the chieftain and later he was the chieftain of the village.
The tribe under Haraldur command grew strong, yet slightly tainted by the darkside in the Morellian, this taint eventually drew the attention of a Jedi master who came to Felucia in an attempt to learn more about the Felucians. Over the following weeks, Haraldur and the Jedi master met, they chatted and the more they did the more the pair realized that they could never see eye to eye. Eventually the Jedi master a cathar attempted to arrest Haraldur so he could be brought to the order and redeemed, Haraldur resisted and killed the Jedi master.
Knowing that his time in Felucia was ending, Haraldur left without saying goodbye to the tribe that he had risen. Haraldur later learned that a tribe of Felucians had attack a major resort and killed many tourists, protocol droids and investigators later discovered that the Felucians were looking for the Great Hunter. ..
Back in the World
Now at the age of sixty five, Haraldur returned from his seclusion. He found the galaxy in the same state that he had left it, the only thing was that the Hutts had probably gotten over the grudge of losing one of their own and figured that Haraldur had perished at some point.
For a year, Haraldur wandered around the galaxy without any real purpose. He for a time traveled with a Wookiee and from the walking carpet he learned a bit Wrruushi. Shortly after turning sixty seven Haraldur received a purpose, he had a vision of someone. After much pondering Haraldur decided that it was his destiny to find that person, for what purpose he hadn't a single clue, he would probably figure that out once he found that person.
Searching for that special person
First thing Haraldur did after he received his force vision, he hooked up with a merchant in need of crew members. Haraldur got the job as muscle and doing what ever others needed help with, although welcomed Haraldur never really fitted with the group of merchants.
It wasn't after three months of boring work that things got interesting for Haraldur. One evening while inspecting the cargo hold, Haraldur sensed a presence so small and so weak. Upon further investigation Haraldur found a stow away child, an almost feral little girl of pale skin.
Haraldur took a liking to the little stowaway girl and named her Aria, he feed her and took care of her. In most senses Haraldur adopted her, taught her how to speak more fluently and eventually began training her through Matukai methods.
Lightsaber: N/A
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 1
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 5
Body: 9
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 5
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Grip/Crush
Force Wave
Force Body/Crucitorn
Force Rage
Farsight
Force Weapon
Skill:
Broken gate (master)
Wrruushi (beginner)
Echani martial arts (Adept)
Teras Kasi (Experienced)
Boxing & kick boxing (Experienced)
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
