Post by Dutch on Feb 4, 2013 20:59:33 GMT -5
They say Niko Bellivengi never smiles…
Name: Prince Veloran of Hapes
Alias: Niko Bellivengi
Age: 30
Race: Hapan
Birth place: Ta’a Chume’Dan, Hapes
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 188
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Black
Appearance:
Haze hangs heavy in the air. Upon a massive slab sits an even more massive Hutt. Sentients of all sorts gather around in his lair, but one in particular stands out in tonight’s crowd. With his arms crossed and his shoulder against the Hutt’s slab stands Niko Bellivengi. Unassuming to most, average height and average build, his posture is relaxed and confident. Black hair of average length, Niko does little for it besides wash it. His light beard is of the same color, usually kept trimmed and clean. His dark blue eyes move about the various people, ever vigilant with a veneer of boredom. The light is just bright enough for him not to warrant wearing his goggles, which now hang around his neck. Marked across his left eye, a tattoo he received in his youth. That would not be his last tattoo however, over the years Niko’s upper body has been covered more and more by various tattoos.
A tapestry of symbols, people, animals, planets and stars, his entire arms and back are covered in art of several different cultures. The tattoos have begun to move over his shoulders and now stop at his pectorals. Each addition continues to tell the story of Niko, and it only continues to grow. It is impossible to know about his other tattoos, as Niko is not one to ever be undressed. His usual attire covers and hides them quite well, a black undershirt straddled by a torso-holster that holds his firearm. A heavy clothed overcoat of black covers that, and keeps his weapon hidden. A black-leather bandoleer is worn over all that, and at his back sits the Mace of Amber Reign, the token weapon wielded by the man. His lower body is usually covered in fatigues held up by a wide leather belt and well-polished boots.
His most prized possessions he owns is his collection of rings. Each one a thick back of gold, and each one with a sizeable shining crystal, in reds, blues, greens, yellows, a couple purples and one silver. Each one taken from a disassembled lightsaber from a Force user he’s killed. All of his fingers possess at least one ring, with a couple having two. He keeps them highly polished and maintained.
Curled around his feet, the vornskr hound, Lorda. Shaggy, rich chocolate fur covers a body lean and muscular, with dark skin visible underneath and green eyes that seem to pierce into the soul. A great scar mars the hound’s face, giving the left side of his muzzle a constant snarl- or smile, depending on how you looked at him. Despite his body being still, the hound’s whip-like tail would occasionally crack the air impatiently. Each time he did, Niko would reach into the Hutt’s bowl to retrieve something to toss to the toothy maw of Lorda. Smaller than average for a vornskr, but what the beast lacked in size, he made up for in tenacity and ferocity. Anytime someone would walk near Niko, a deep growl would sound, each time ended by a snap of Niko’s fingers.
Personality:
Upon first words with Niko, many have described him as bored. It’s rare to get any sort of rise or expression from him, despite many trying- and just as many tasting his mace. He doesn’t ever seem to be afraid of anything or anyone, and has no problem stating his true opinion, no matter how harsh it is. His employers seem to appreciate his blatant honesty however, and one of their favorite past times is to ask Niko what he thinks of a possible new hire into the Cartel. A warrior at heart, Niko constantly waits for someone to give him pause, but has yet to meet anyone he considers worthy. The few that have come close have all been some sort of Force sensitive. What he truly desires is to face off with a Jedi Master (one in particular), as most he seems to come across are of knight level.
What truly drives the man is vengeance. He is an avatar of it, and the minute he sees a lightsaber at someone’s belt he will attack, even if it’s not a part of the job. This has caused some jobs to go less than smoothly, but his employers can’t argue with his consistent results and success. That is something that has become tied to his name amongst the Cartel: Results. If you for sure want a target brought in, you send Bellivengi, and hope you can afford his ‘take them alive’ rates. His choice in having killing cheaper is out of mere laziness, it’s usually easier for him to turn someone’s head into pulp than to take the time to break their limbs.
Not to say the man isn’t uncultured. He greatly enjoys classical styles of music, and even taught himself to play the violin. Ever the professional, he even schedules his free time. Which is usually spent practicing, training or listening to music. That’s unless someone from his team has thought of some brilliant new way to waste his time. Or if one of his employers requests his presence, which isn’t uncommon. Hutt’s seem to love having the surly bounty hunter at their side during negotiations. Despite his name being well known in the underworlds of the galaxy, Niko is not prideful, merely confident. He knows what he’s capable of, and if someone outclasses him, isn’t ashamed to admit it.
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Mastery Level: Knight
Previous Faction/Rank: N/A
Equipment:
Mace of the Amber Reign
Night Vision Goggles
Starship:
Skills:
Master Tracker
Linguist- Fluent in Basic, Huttese, Bocce
Thought Shield
Force-Sensitive Attributes:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 0
Body: 8
Sense: 6
Protection: 0
Healing: 0
Destruction: 0
Specialized Powers:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
They say Niko Bellivengi wasn’t born, but unleashed….
Hapes is considered one of the galaxy’s most beautiful systems. And with it, are the galaxy’s most beautiful humans. On the outside, Hapan’s are ethereal and elegant, well dressed, well groomed, and well bred. A veneer of beauty, as well of power. For the Hapan fleet is never anything to trifle with. Ran by the ravishing Ta’a Chume- Queen of Hapes. However, ones reign as Ta’a Chume is not always a guarantee, as the royal family is large and greedy. Prince Veloran’s story would begin here. He was born the only son of Ta’a Chume before her demise. His older sister, sixteen years his senior, was the crafty type indeed. And around the time he turned three, had already managed to plot her mother’s downfall. Like many past princes of Hapes, Veloran was deeply treasured by his mother, and his sister had burned with jealousy ever since his birth.
Political coups are a regular part of Hapan royalty, so when Veloran went missing before his fourth birthday, it was at first more of a question of which relative had him. Little did Ta’a Chume know that her darling boy had been taken from Hapan space. If her daughter’s plan was to succeed, Veloran would have to disappear. He was dumped off on Nal Hutta under a new name to a slave trader: Niko Bellivengi. Unknown to any but a few Hapan scholars, the lost Hapan dialect used for his name would translate to this: Hated Bastardson. His sister’s last cruel joke. Ironically, after she usurped her mother whom died of grief a year later, was killed in a speeder ‘accident’. And some say the universe doesn’t have a sense of humor. The boy spent his first few weeks under the care of a surly Talz who kept any predators amongst their slave group at bay. He was picked rather quickly- slaves bout young were taught easier in the long run. Oroboro the Hutt would be his buyer, a paranoid and obsessive compulsive Hutt. His insanity was to the point where only his most trusted employees retrieved his slaves, the Hutt constantly paranoid about child assassins.
Dakan Vel had other plans once he laid eyes on the boy of five. There was a look in Niko’s eyes that Dak couldn’t look away from. He never was able to describe fully what it was that drove him to decide this, but after he picked the boy up, contacted Oroboro to inform them that the child had died of disease before he could arrive. It was during the trip back to Oroboro’s Palace that he discovered the boy’s Force sensitivity- as Dakan himself was a Grey Jedi. Instead he took Niko to his apartment on Nal Hutta, to his wife Harla. The two Kiffar had long tried for children, to no avail. So when Dak brought home the dark haired boy, they realized he could pass for theirs. Oroboro was too self-absorbed to think of his employee’s families, and Niko’s disappearance would go unnoticed. After all, how often did slaves die before their arrival on Nal Hutta? Most of the time.
Dakan began to train the boy alongside Harla, both of the same clan of infamous Kiffar trackers. That would take up Niko’s time as a child. At first it began with games around the house, simple as hide and seek, and eye spy. When he became old enough, it turned into camping trips with one parent or the other every month, the two seemed to get an alternating rhythm down. Often each parent would tell Niko stories of their hunts and adventures across the galaxy. Dak mentioned tapping into his ‘Will’ during many stories, which he told the boy was the secret to his success. And would one day be the secret of Niko’s. His father explained that once Niko learned to tap into his Will, he would be able to accomplish anything. The boys times with his parents began to change as he grew older though. Harla began to teach him how to shoot and maintain small firearms- a specialty of hers.
His weeks spent with his father however, began to develop into something more spiritual. He taught his son to meditate, and to listen to what he hears within himself. It wouldn’t be until his ninth birthday that he would actually feel anything, but much like finding the one stray strand in a shirt, the more he tugged the more unraveled for him. Luckily it seemed that Niko possessed a natural calmness, on top of a talent for learning. It appeared the boy picked things up easily- if he was interested in it. If it bored the child he simply wouldn’t have any part of it. This at first became apparent when they tried to teach him to fight with his hands. When a weapon was introduced though, it seemed he quite took to the feeling of cold metal at his hands- be it through blaster or blade.
Once Niko had begun to tap into his Will, which he later learned was more commonly known as ‘The Force’, Dakan began to teach him to funnel the energies that came with it. There were few skills the man could teach his son, having been taught by his own father and his father before him, but what he could share he did. Manipulation of objects, boosting ones physical capabilities, and sensing those around oneself- to Dakan’s pleasure, it seemed the boy took to the skills better than he had at Niko’s age. By the time Niko turned twelve, Dakan felt it was time for him to truly begin his training.
Niko Bellivengi took his first job.
They say Niko Bellivengi wields a weapon as tall as him…
It was a simple enough job. A Duros smuggler did wrong by one of the Cartel, but he proved elusive. Dakan was often called on for missions such as this, the man renowned for his tracking skills. When Dakan introduced Niko, he introduced him as his ‘protégé’ instead of his son. They had discussed this though, if Niko was to make a name for himself in the world of the Cartel, he would have to stand out- not be tied with anyone. They went to the space station where the Duros was seen last. They found their target quickly enough, Dakan’s skill as a tracker proved as tall as the tale. In a cantina their confrontation with him turned into an all-out bar brawl. Dakan was pinned down in the struggle, and was unable to assist his son as the Duros attacked him with a knife. All the boy could find for his defense after his pistol was dropped, was a pipe that had gotten knocked loose from a wall.
What happened next stunned the cantina into silence. Brutal, unregretful and efficient, Niko tapped into his Will to break the Duros hand, his knee-cap, and his other arm before a swing of the pipe brained him across a scared serving girl. The young man stood above the headless body, and felt… nothing. Dakan for the first time, was afraid of his child. But with that fear, came respect. No longer did he see Niko his son: He saw Niko Bellivengi, the bounty hunter. The image of Niko there with the bloody pipe inspired the Kiffar so that he had a weapon specially brought to him. A trophy from years ago, a great weapon. The Mace of Amber Reign. Once owned by a Dark Jedi that had plagued the Cartel, Dakan had been a part of the team that had taken the monster down. Dakan had landed the final blow with his blade, and had taken the mace as a trophy. Long had it sat in his trophy room, with no use. But after he saw Niko in action, he realized he had come across the weapon long ago- for this exact moment.
On Niko’s thirteenth birthday, he presented the weapon to the boy. Though to him it didn’t quite feel like he was given a gift, but more presented with a piece of himself. Except he could lift it at first. Dakan taught him how to channel his Will to hoist the great weapon, and after a year’s practice was able to lift the weapon comfortably with a combo of newly acquired muscle and use of his Will. By fifteen Dak was already surprised to see him drinking and relaxing with women. By sixteen, Niko had moved out. But not without graciously thanking his parents for all their lessons. He was a cold boy, but not foolish. Niko loved his parents, but after just a couple years working for the Cartel, simply grew out of them. If there was one thing Niko got a taste for, it was the credits that came with the job. Like many young men, Niko thought himself invincible, and went on the hunt with no fear and no regrets. Whether it was luck or blatant boldness, his name began to fall from the lips of many in the Cartel.
It was in his first year as a bounty hunter that he met an unlikely partner. A Zabrak woman, strong and fierce, her name was Upana- or more commonly, Pan. Assigned to work together on a job, their competitive natures led to a torrid an aggressive love. It developed quick and held fast. Everything about them was a competition. From hunting to fornicating, each one always tried to top the other- sometimes literally. It wasn’t long before jokes of ‘Panniko’ were heard by the pair, but depending on how many drinks were in them, usually ended either with a shrug or Niko’s mace to the laugher’s hands. It was usually on the nights that Niko displayed violence that the two spent together. He would never verbally admit it, but Niko loved Pan with a burning passion, even after mere months. So when a random man showed up at Niko’s place with proof of his lineage, and a plan to usurp the current Ta’a Chume, responsible for his biological sister’s death… Niko declined him. He was many things, and though Hapan by blood, the young man was anything but in behavior.
They say Niko Bellivengi once loved a woman…
A target once warned Niko and Pan that their obvious feelings for one another would be their downfall someday. Niko responded with breaking his spine in five different places before they dragged him to their employer. It was true though, Niko may not have shown it too obviously, he did fall head over heels for Pan. And she loved him. The next year was spent in passionate, fiery bliss. A blur of hunts, chems, sex and murders. The man was in a hedonistic barbarian’s heaven. The pair worked great together, both in and out of their jobs. Niko ever the muscle and cool head, while Pan ran numbers and contacts, together they made the perfect team. Each strove to top the other in all that they did, which only seemed to make the pair more and more efficient and skilled. Within weeks of working together, neither Pan nor Niko were ever asked for individually again.
They had many bounties over that year, and as their second year together was in full swing a job they simply could not refuse popped up. Koro the Hutt has a hefty bounty placed out for a Jedi Master known simply as Gomar. Koro was offering three million credits for Gomar’s head. After they researched their mark, they learned only two things: One, that Gomar was a Geonosian, and two, that he had witnessed something he shouldn’t have. And Koro wanted him dead for that. Niko had only faced down a few Jedi in his several years as a bounty hunter, and relished the difficulty of the fight. He could only assume Jedi Masters would be even more thrilling for the pair. Months of following leads had the pair end up on Geonosis. What better place for a Geonosian to hide than on a planet full of others?
What Gomar didn’t count on was Niko’s skill as a tracker. The minute they picked up on their first lead, it only took them a month to find where he had ran to. At the top of a grand spire they finally cornered him. Pan’s flamethrowers lit and Niko’s mace branded. The fight itself ended far too quickly. Niko was disarmed and barely was able to grab Pan’s hand as Gomar used the Force to thrust her off the balcony. He held her desperately and began to pull her back up when the Jedi used the Force to pull Pan out of his grasp. She fell. Niko could do nothing but scream and watch as his woman plummeted to her death. It was an agonizing eternity for him to watch Pan fall, and to this day he has never forgotten the look on her face as she was torn from him.
Gomar escaped that day, and has yet to resurface. And probably never would, for his safety. For that day he landed the final hammer blow to forge Niko Bellivengi. Every time he thinks or hears about the Jedi, all he can think about is Pan’s fall. And the extreme desire to sodomize every Jedi in the galaxy with his mace. However, like many in the galaxy, ‘Jedi’ to him is anyone that carries a lightsaber. The minute a lightsaber hilt is scene, The Mace of Amber Reign is at hand. Niko no longer offered an option for Jedi bounties. All his contracts with them were kill only, and no amount of credits has ever persuaded him otherwise. Niko was always a more stoic man, but since Gomar took Pan from him, he has taken job after job after job. As time went on the amount of credits he had, tattoos he had, and purpose he had only spread more and more. He was no longer Niko Bellivengi, a partner in a successful bounty hunter duo. He became a real and obvious threat for Force sensitives everywhere.
They say Niko Bellivengi never sleeps…
As the years went by, Niko Bellivengi became a palace-hold name. Hutts the galaxy over talked of the surly young hunter with the giant melee weapon. They loved having him around, they felt having a man with a massive maul next to them helped their words carry weight. And as long as the Hutt’s paid him well, he didn’t mind that job at all. That was if they had him in their palace. For Niko was often out in the galaxy working job after job. He never let himself rest, the man always on the hunt for new bounties. By the time Niko had reached his mid to late twenties, he was already on the Republic’s Most Wanted list. Number 47 to be exact.
Overtime he earned quite the reputation as a Jedi Hunter, namely because he survived his hunts unlike many hunters, and always returned to his employer with a disassembled lightsaber as proof. The Jedi Hammer as the Hutt’s called him, became known for his shining rings he had crafted for him using the Jedi’s lightsaber crystals. Niko wasn’t too bothered by the title, nor did he love it. What he did love however, was the reputation he built. He knew Jedi out in the galaxy whispered his name in fear, and he couldn’t wait to found those fears for each and every one. Each kill of Niko’s always left the same hallmark: Carnage. He was as effective with his mace as many Jedi were with their lightsabers, except his actually has weight to it.
Many have theorized that his mace was in fact key to the man’s success, as melee weapons were usually in the form of vibroblades and their like across the galaxy. Niko was more than happy to use this to his advantage. And he did often. Eventually the great Koro the Hutt decided to employ Niko full time as his personal bounty hunter. Whenever new bounties would go up, he always gave Niko the pick of the litter each time, and he always went for the most difficult ones possible. Credits no longer were a problem for the man. He had no real expenses, no family, no real friends. All the man did was hunt. Naturally he would indulge himself when the situation arose, and his new friendship with Nihlus didn’t help. A tech savvy bounty hunter, they met on a mutual hunt for two different Hutts. However, Niko offered him something that Nihl’s Hutt did not. More credits. It didn’t take long for Nihl to attach himself to Niko, and often helped him with bounties. Though if Niko wanted to take a hunt solo, there was no discussion, he just left. However, with Nihl now working for Koro as well, there was no issue of Nihl not being able to find work.
What brought Niko time and again back to Koro, was the mere fact that he had a contact within the Jedi Order. Everyone had a price, and Koro had quite the sum of credits, even if he wasn’t the highest Hutt on the food chain. And if it wasn’t for those credits, Niko would have long opened the Hutt up with a swing of his mace. He was the Hutt that started a game amongst others in the Cartel. “What Niko-boy thinks” Due to his blunt honesty, if a Hutt asked him what he thought of another he couldn’t hold back. Many an intergalactic badass have verbally been castrated by the Hapan, and any that tried to physically strike him for his words ended up with broken bones. Lots of them. It has been a mixture of that, and his brutal efficiency that has gained Niko the attention of more and more Hutts. All Niko sees and hears with every rumor about him, is credits. It helped that by the time Niko turned thirty, that he was ranked number 19 on the Republic's Most Wanted List, and he only seems to climb higher. With recent events pointing towards more heated conflict, Niko is open for business. And he does his job happily.
RP Sample:
“How did you find me! Who are you! What are you!”
The panicked cries of a man in robes, his lightsaber held in shaky hands. The young Jedi Knight stared down the alley with big, scared eyes as his pursuer approached. Clutched in on hand hung a large mace, covered in blood that had already begun to congeal onto it. All that security officer had to do was step aside, but no, he had to be a hero, and now his brains clung to Niko’s mace. He hefted the weapon up to rest on his shoulder, almost casually as his free hand went to his hip to rest. Uninterested, dark blue eyes regarded the Jedi and he sighed. Yet another disappointment, he half considered just letting the boy go out of boredom. Did the middle rim still not have any Jedi worth facing? He was still a Jedi however, and they needed to be broken. Every. Single. One.
“One: I could smell your piss from three streets over. Two: Niko Bellivengi. Three: Incredibly tired of talking to you.”
With that last sentence Niko hopped forward before he hurled the Mace end over end at the man. He screamed and Niko rolled his eyes as he reached out with the Force to tug the mace back after the Jedi dodged it. A scream not unlike a wounded nexu sounded from the Jedi before he charged Niko. Bad idea. The mace landed back into his awaiting hand with a clang and Niko charged in response. He ducked low to avoid a half-hazard swing from the Jedi before he brought the mace around to collide with the Jedi’s knee. The cap flew and smacked into the alley wall and Niko spun on his heel to turn around. The Jedi lay in a heap screaming in agony, his right leg missing from the knee down and his lightsaber out of reach. Niko began to approach as he patted the mace in his hand over and over. The fight was over, but the Jedi didn’t seem to realize this as he crawled the best he could towards his still ignited lightsaber. He gasped and reached desperately for the blade, just out of reach.
Niko turned his hand into paste as he brought the mace down onto it with a brutal two-handed downswing. A finger bounced off his boot and Niko used the same boot to kick the blade away. The Jedi cursed and Niko tilted his head as the boy’s once green eyes moved to a shade of gold. He had seen this before, but never understood it. He was tired of those eyes looking at him. Niko hefted the weapon overhead in two hands, ready to end it.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything!”
Screamed the Jedi. Niko paused and stared down at the Jedi in apathy. Why wasn’t he surprised? He always noted who would beg upon the first he saw them. Every. Single. One. On the holos, Jedi were always these powerful, romantic knights in shining armor. Immortal, regal, proud. Niko wrinkled his nose as he smelt fecal matter waft from the Jedi. Yeah, real regal. Idiot. And then he brought his weapon down to annihilate the Jedi’s head. It splattered audibly, not unlike the sound of a joint popping. His communicator began to buzz and play music, the sound of a violin wafted eerily into the alley- something he himself had played and recorded. He brought it out and thumbed in the call.
“What? I’m in the middle of a job. And this better not be about some Rodian hookers like last time, Nhil.”
He said as he used the dead body of the Jedi to wipe the brain, blood and bone off his highly polished boots. Niko couldn't stand it whenever his boots got dirty on a job. Worst part was, with his particular line of work, it was more common than not. At least he was on Nar Shadaa, and the promenade happened to have on of his favorite cobblers on the planet near by...
