Post by Crix Tardun on Jan 11, 2013 1:07:44 GMT -5
Name: Crix Tardun
Race: Karkarodon
Age: 25
Height: 15ft. 2in.
Weight: 2,000lbs.
Appearance:
Crix is an intimidating fifteen feet, 2 inches tall, weighing two thousand pounds. However if his size didn't seem all that bad, his razor sharp teeth and piercing red eyes should easily do the trick. As a Karkarodon, Crix has had to endure many unforgiving looks when traveling from planet to planet. Though his size was something to fear, his strength was another thing. His muscles were large and quite well toned. Being of great white shark species, he had to be the toughest and meanest being around. Though he was small when he was born, he fought and worked out in order to become large and powerful as he is. As luck would have it though, he is able to breathe in both air and water through the use of lungs and gills.
Normal clothing and armor are meant for more humanoid beings, so he had to construct his own clothing to fit his size and form. He created slick black boots that his webbed feet could fit into. Having only three toes may be awkward, but the large size was beyond weird. Then it came to the pants, a normal large size pair of pants was like a very tight pair of short shorts. He ended up fashioning a pair of jeans out multiple other jeans. What he found was that he created a pair of pants with pockets that went down the sides of his legs, which were useful. Even after all this, his leg muscles still bulged through and would occasionally rip the pants which forced him to do patch work all around the seems. He also wore a belt around his waist to hold any utilities he may need as well as his light saber.
For his upper body, he went with nothing. Trying to fashion something to work with him was insanely tough as well as something that he could maneuver with. The only thing he wears is a metal chain around his neck and arm bands made of his teeth. The multiple scars over his entire body look insane, but the stories behind them are even more. To save everyone from seeing how truly fearful he is, he went with a simple large robe to cover himself with. There is a double clasp in the front so that it doesn't accidentally fall off of him. The robe has a few pockets inside so that he can hold small items or food and drink.
Personality:
Crix is an all around angry and mean person. He acts like a nice guy and all, but is truly a ruthless fighter and killer. His species is one for strength and intimidation, both of which Crix tends to show off without attempting. However being nice to him is like a cat barking. He feels the need to be mean and aggressive because most of the time of him acting nice to outsiders has left him getting laughed at. When acting nice doesn't go his way, anger envelopes him and he begins causing trouble. This usually gets him his way, but if not he resorts to fighting which leads to him injuring one or more people. Though he only shouts when he is angry, he doesn't say too much when it comes to acting nice. This is how he thinks being nice is because talking usually leads to him revealing his true self.
When fighting, he tends to talk and taunt his opponent. Crix is well overconfident due to his size and strength which would normally be bad if he was the size of a human. If he notices or feels that he is losing the fight, he will channel his anger into his fighting. Losing a fight for him is like being weak and weakness to him is intolerable. He'll play a cat and mouse game. Teasing and teasing until he decides to deliver the blow. When he isn't winning he will go on a relentless assault, aiming to kill with no thought or worry.
Crix can handle criticism to an extent and teasing just as much, but after a certain while he doesn't allow it. He is able to dish it out, however he doesn't want to taste his own medicine. Being big, bad and mean is simply how he likes to be. If being bad and mean wasn't so bad, his appetite is killer. When he is hungry, he wants something to fill his stomach. It can be anything from a ton of food to a person or two. He isn't afraid to show the predator side of himself because he enjoys that side of himself. Crix is the all around bad, mean guy.
Birth place: Tibrin
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: None
Lightsaber: Single blade, Single Phase
Hilt design
Also the hilt size is larger to accommodate his large hands.
Color: Crimson.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 2
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 3
Body: 6
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3 (on land) 8 (in water)
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3 (on land) 6 (in water)
Melee Weapons: 5 (on land) 0 (in water)
Ranged Weapons: 1 (on land) 0 (in water)
Bio:
Awakening to Birth
The life of a shark begins the moment they awaken. They are not alone inside their mother, there are others moving about in a frenzy just trying to hatch. The one with the instinct and ability to live, do so and are born. From the moment he could move, he tried to escape. His eyes were not fully developed, his limbs weak and his muscles small, but he still tried. The will to escape and live was the basic instinct and the drive in which he used to break out of his egg.
Crix was fortunate as he hatched first and saw the other possible brethren. The egg that held him for almost a year, broke apart and drifted around him. Instinctively he attacked and killed the others who had not awaken and will no longer get the chance to do so. There was no holding back, not letting a single other awaken. His will to survive and instincts were what led him to living and he only had himself to thank. Moments after all the moving and fighting were over, he was released from his mother through birth and left to live on his own.
All sharks were abandoned at birth and so the will to survive would be needed ever more so. Relying on parents or others would simply get one killed. Crix immediately searched for a nearby area that he could call home as well as a place where food would be plentiful for his growth. A nearby coral reef would prove most useful as the amount of fish allowed feeding to be easily accomplished and the limited amount of larger predatory sharks allowed survival to be easiest while he was in his young state.
Things Larger Than Him
Crix was astonished on how fast he grew. The more he ate, the stronger and larger he got. However, he wasn't like any normal shark that he saw. He had arms and legs which none of the other sharks seemed to possess. It was like he was the only one of his kind, but how could that be? Surely either his father or mother was similar due to genetics. All he had to do was find them others like him and join a clan.
Moving around in the water came easy to him. Though he had arms and legs, it did not slow him down when it came to swimming. In fact, it only increased his speed and allowed him to be capable of doing things that most water creatures were incapable of doing. His difference in appearance and large stature began to force other creatures away. At first Crix thought it to simply be that he was a shark, but then it became apparent that it was his appearance. Instead of taking it as a bad thing, Crix used it to force other creatures from his area when he wasn't hungry and also force creatures to come to him when he was.
Being a large predatory shark, he was usually hungry a lot. However, after a meal he didn't want anyone to bother him especially when he was working on building a house out of coral. Not many ocean creatures had the capability that he did to physically build a custom house. His intelligence allowed him to think up what he would consider comforting and relaxing. Over time, his house was large enough that a school of fish could live in comfortably.
He was still rather young, but since sharks matured quickly it was like he was already an adult. Crix never stayed in one place all the time and never returned to the same place until after a while. This forced him to build several houses all over the planet. The reason for the many houses were for his search of his race. Though his main house was complete, the others were smaller and just temporary. There were times when he would look up and see the coral reef go past the break of the water and he would wonder just what was above there.
It took him about three years to search the entire planet's ocean, but the feeling that there was something more above kept bothering him. Now that he was older and stronger, he decided to take a journey to the waters surface and see just what the coral reef had above. First he stuck his nose out until his eyes poked out from under the surface. The bright light from the sun above blinded him for a moment as the intensity was much more than from under the water. Taking a moment to settle himself and attain his sight, he noticed there were buildings all along the top side.
Crix swam closer and closer until the reef hit his underbelly. He used his arms and legs to crawl onto the surface and for the first time, he felt the sun's heat on his back. Carefully he stood up as the density of air and the density of water were quite different. Being of a higher race than a normal shark, he felt that being on his stomach while out of water seemed unneeded. It was almost as if his instincts told him to be on his two back legs instead of all four. He looked around, legs still in the water and noticed a whole different world than that of which he was used to.
Slowly, he took a couple of steps until his entire being was out of the water. The feeling of dry, hard surface was an interesting and yet different feeling than he was used to. Usually everything was cold and wet besides the occasional warmth, but here it was all dry and warm. Crix then began walking, awkward as it was since he never really used his legs to stand or walk before. It was like a child first learning how to walk in fact, stumbling over and catching themselves before righting themselves and continuing on. While in the water he was quick, on land he was very slow.
It took a little while, but he moved closer to the civilization and people began to come into view. His nudity was natural in the water, but out in the open air people were shocked and yelling at him to put some clothing on. The people were creatures, sentient like him, and were not all similar like how it was in the ocean. Although they told him to put some 'clothing' on, he had none and so continued to walk around without any. It didn't take long for him to get used to walking as it slowly became easier the more he continued. However, his feet did begin to hurt and he needed to put something over them to protect them.
Then he realized something very shocking. He was still somehow alive, breathing the air as if it was normal of him to be out of the water. It was like breathing underwater, but without using his gills. It was strange and yet, it felt amazing and exhilarating. Crix needed answers, he had to find someone who knew what he was and how this was all possible. His parents would surely know, but which one was like him or were they both or were neither. Since finding his parents would seem pointless, he had to find someone who knew.
First however, he needed to find something to protect his feet and body since they were both getting painful. He searched around and found some large material that was soft to the touch. He quickly wrapped it around his body and held it clasped with one of his hands. In the same area, he found some smooth, but tough material in which he fashioned onto his feet. It was basic, but it did it's job. All the movement, excitement and searching made him hungry so he went looking for a small creature to feast on.
What Crix didn't know was that on the surface, you pay for a meal instead of eating anything that moved. It only took a moment, but he found a creature of adequate size to fill his hunger. Of course there were other creatures around that one, but Crix had never been shy to eat around other creatures. Using his arms and hands, he clasped onto the creature and held them tight. Screams erupted all around him, but he did not stop and the struggling of the one in his grasp only made it better for him. Using his large mouth, he bit down on the creature, removing a large chunk of flesh from it.
Blood sprayed everywhere and Crix just continued. He only stopped when a large amount of creatures surrounded him. They all looked similar with the exception of their faces. Freaking out, Crix ran in one direction and shoved the creatures away. His speed was still very slow and the creatures easily trapped him in an alleyway. As the large force of creatures cam closer, the objects they held were sharp and painful. Not wanting to get hurt and knowing he was outnumbered, Crix surrendered. Metal clasps went over his wrists and he was led into a large metal truck.
Everything was strange to him and so he simply didn't attempt to say anything. He was taken to a building where even more creatures in the same attire as those that trapped him were around. Crix's mind raced and wondered just what was going on as they put him into a room which was a little small for his size. After the metal clasps were removed and the door closed, Crix sat on a small looking bed. Crix yelled out, asking what was going on. His voice was deep, loud and assertive which was interesting since he had never heard his own voice before.
Several creatures showed up in front of the room on the other side of the bars. One seemed to be in charge as he stated to open the door and they did so. He introduced himself as Captain Lavar, Chief of Police and he wanted to talk about all that was going on.
Finding the Force
The Hunt
Choosing a Side
RP Sample:
Race: Karkarodon
Age: 25
Height: 15ft. 2in.
Weight: 2,000lbs.
Appearance:
Crix is an intimidating fifteen feet, 2 inches tall, weighing two thousand pounds. However if his size didn't seem all that bad, his razor sharp teeth and piercing red eyes should easily do the trick. As a Karkarodon, Crix has had to endure many unforgiving looks when traveling from planet to planet. Though his size was something to fear, his strength was another thing. His muscles were large and quite well toned. Being of great white shark species, he had to be the toughest and meanest being around. Though he was small when he was born, he fought and worked out in order to become large and powerful as he is. As luck would have it though, he is able to breathe in both air and water through the use of lungs and gills.
Normal clothing and armor are meant for more humanoid beings, so he had to construct his own clothing to fit his size and form. He created slick black boots that his webbed feet could fit into. Having only three toes may be awkward, but the large size was beyond weird. Then it came to the pants, a normal large size pair of pants was like a very tight pair of short shorts. He ended up fashioning a pair of jeans out multiple other jeans. What he found was that he created a pair of pants with pockets that went down the sides of his legs, which were useful. Even after all this, his leg muscles still bulged through and would occasionally rip the pants which forced him to do patch work all around the seems. He also wore a belt around his waist to hold any utilities he may need as well as his light saber.
For his upper body, he went with nothing. Trying to fashion something to work with him was insanely tough as well as something that he could maneuver with. The only thing he wears is a metal chain around his neck and arm bands made of his teeth. The multiple scars over his entire body look insane, but the stories behind them are even more. To save everyone from seeing how truly fearful he is, he went with a simple large robe to cover himself with. There is a double clasp in the front so that it doesn't accidentally fall off of him. The robe has a few pockets inside so that he can hold small items or food and drink.
Personality:
Crix is an all around angry and mean person. He acts like a nice guy and all, but is truly a ruthless fighter and killer. His species is one for strength and intimidation, both of which Crix tends to show off without attempting. However being nice to him is like a cat barking. He feels the need to be mean and aggressive because most of the time of him acting nice to outsiders has left him getting laughed at. When acting nice doesn't go his way, anger envelopes him and he begins causing trouble. This usually gets him his way, but if not he resorts to fighting which leads to him injuring one or more people. Though he only shouts when he is angry, he doesn't say too much when it comes to acting nice. This is how he thinks being nice is because talking usually leads to him revealing his true self.
When fighting, he tends to talk and taunt his opponent. Crix is well overconfident due to his size and strength which would normally be bad if he was the size of a human. If he notices or feels that he is losing the fight, he will channel his anger into his fighting. Losing a fight for him is like being weak and weakness to him is intolerable. He'll play a cat and mouse game. Teasing and teasing until he decides to deliver the blow. When he isn't winning he will go on a relentless assault, aiming to kill with no thought or worry.
Crix can handle criticism to an extent and teasing just as much, but after a certain while he doesn't allow it. He is able to dish it out, however he doesn't want to taste his own medicine. Being big, bad and mean is simply how he likes to be. If being bad and mean wasn't so bad, his appetite is killer. When he is hungry, he wants something to fill his stomach. It can be anything from a ton of food to a person or two. He isn't afraid to show the predator side of himself because he enjoys that side of himself. Crix is the all around bad, mean guy.
Birth place: Tibrin
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: None
Previous Rank: None
Lightsaber: Single blade, Single Phase
Hilt design
Also the hilt size is larger to accommodate his large hands.
Color: Crimson.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 2
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So: 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat: N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 3
Body: 6
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 3
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3 (on land) 8 (in water)
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3 (on land) 6 (in water)
Melee Weapons: 5 (on land) 0 (in water)
Ranged Weapons: 1 (on land) 0 (in water)
Bio:
Awakening to Birth
The life of a shark begins the moment they awaken. They are not alone inside their mother, there are others moving about in a frenzy just trying to hatch. The one with the instinct and ability to live, do so and are born. From the moment he could move, he tried to escape. His eyes were not fully developed, his limbs weak and his muscles small, but he still tried. The will to escape and live was the basic instinct and the drive in which he used to break out of his egg.
Crix was fortunate as he hatched first and saw the other possible brethren. The egg that held him for almost a year, broke apart and drifted around him. Instinctively he attacked and killed the others who had not awaken and will no longer get the chance to do so. There was no holding back, not letting a single other awaken. His will to survive and instincts were what led him to living and he only had himself to thank. Moments after all the moving and fighting were over, he was released from his mother through birth and left to live on his own.
All sharks were abandoned at birth and so the will to survive would be needed ever more so. Relying on parents or others would simply get one killed. Crix immediately searched for a nearby area that he could call home as well as a place where food would be plentiful for his growth. A nearby coral reef would prove most useful as the amount of fish allowed feeding to be easily accomplished and the limited amount of larger predatory sharks allowed survival to be easiest while he was in his young state.
Things Larger Than Him
Crix was astonished on how fast he grew. The more he ate, the stronger and larger he got. However, he wasn't like any normal shark that he saw. He had arms and legs which none of the other sharks seemed to possess. It was like he was the only one of his kind, but how could that be? Surely either his father or mother was similar due to genetics. All he had to do was find them others like him and join a clan.
Moving around in the water came easy to him. Though he had arms and legs, it did not slow him down when it came to swimming. In fact, it only increased his speed and allowed him to be capable of doing things that most water creatures were incapable of doing. His difference in appearance and large stature began to force other creatures away. At first Crix thought it to simply be that he was a shark, but then it became apparent that it was his appearance. Instead of taking it as a bad thing, Crix used it to force other creatures from his area when he wasn't hungry and also force creatures to come to him when he was.
Being a large predatory shark, he was usually hungry a lot. However, after a meal he didn't want anyone to bother him especially when he was working on building a house out of coral. Not many ocean creatures had the capability that he did to physically build a custom house. His intelligence allowed him to think up what he would consider comforting and relaxing. Over time, his house was large enough that a school of fish could live in comfortably.
He was still rather young, but since sharks matured quickly it was like he was already an adult. Crix never stayed in one place all the time and never returned to the same place until after a while. This forced him to build several houses all over the planet. The reason for the many houses were for his search of his race. Though his main house was complete, the others were smaller and just temporary. There were times when he would look up and see the coral reef go past the break of the water and he would wonder just what was above there.
It took him about three years to search the entire planet's ocean, but the feeling that there was something more above kept bothering him. Now that he was older and stronger, he decided to take a journey to the waters surface and see just what the coral reef had above. First he stuck his nose out until his eyes poked out from under the surface. The bright light from the sun above blinded him for a moment as the intensity was much more than from under the water. Taking a moment to settle himself and attain his sight, he noticed there were buildings all along the top side.
Crix swam closer and closer until the reef hit his underbelly. He used his arms and legs to crawl onto the surface and for the first time, he felt the sun's heat on his back. Carefully he stood up as the density of air and the density of water were quite different. Being of a higher race than a normal shark, he felt that being on his stomach while out of water seemed unneeded. It was almost as if his instincts told him to be on his two back legs instead of all four. He looked around, legs still in the water and noticed a whole different world than that of which he was used to.
Slowly, he took a couple of steps until his entire being was out of the water. The feeling of dry, hard surface was an interesting and yet different feeling than he was used to. Usually everything was cold and wet besides the occasional warmth, but here it was all dry and warm. Crix then began walking, awkward as it was since he never really used his legs to stand or walk before. It was like a child first learning how to walk in fact, stumbling over and catching themselves before righting themselves and continuing on. While in the water he was quick, on land he was very slow.
It took a little while, but he moved closer to the civilization and people began to come into view. His nudity was natural in the water, but out in the open air people were shocked and yelling at him to put some clothing on. The people were creatures, sentient like him, and were not all similar like how it was in the ocean. Although they told him to put some 'clothing' on, he had none and so continued to walk around without any. It didn't take long for him to get used to walking as it slowly became easier the more he continued. However, his feet did begin to hurt and he needed to put something over them to protect them.
Then he realized something very shocking. He was still somehow alive, breathing the air as if it was normal of him to be out of the water. It was like breathing underwater, but without using his gills. It was strange and yet, it felt amazing and exhilarating. Crix needed answers, he had to find someone who knew what he was and how this was all possible. His parents would surely know, but which one was like him or were they both or were neither. Since finding his parents would seem pointless, he had to find someone who knew.
First however, he needed to find something to protect his feet and body since they were both getting painful. He searched around and found some large material that was soft to the touch. He quickly wrapped it around his body and held it clasped with one of his hands. In the same area, he found some smooth, but tough material in which he fashioned onto his feet. It was basic, but it did it's job. All the movement, excitement and searching made him hungry so he went looking for a small creature to feast on.
What Crix didn't know was that on the surface, you pay for a meal instead of eating anything that moved. It only took a moment, but he found a creature of adequate size to fill his hunger. Of course there were other creatures around that one, but Crix had never been shy to eat around other creatures. Using his arms and hands, he clasped onto the creature and held them tight. Screams erupted all around him, but he did not stop and the struggling of the one in his grasp only made it better for him. Using his large mouth, he bit down on the creature, removing a large chunk of flesh from it.
Blood sprayed everywhere and Crix just continued. He only stopped when a large amount of creatures surrounded him. They all looked similar with the exception of their faces. Freaking out, Crix ran in one direction and shoved the creatures away. His speed was still very slow and the creatures easily trapped him in an alleyway. As the large force of creatures cam closer, the objects they held were sharp and painful. Not wanting to get hurt and knowing he was outnumbered, Crix surrendered. Metal clasps went over his wrists and he was led into a large metal truck.
Everything was strange to him and so he simply didn't attempt to say anything. He was taken to a building where even more creatures in the same attire as those that trapped him were around. Crix's mind raced and wondered just what was going on as they put him into a room which was a little small for his size. After the metal clasps were removed and the door closed, Crix sat on a small looking bed. Crix yelled out, asking what was going on. His voice was deep, loud and assertive which was interesting since he had never heard his own voice before.
Several creatures showed up in front of the room on the other side of the bars. One seemed to be in charge as he stated to open the door and they did so. He introduced himself as Captain Lavar, Chief of Police and he wanted to talk about all that was going on.
Finding the Force
The Hunt
Choosing a Side
RP Sample:
