Post by kozeph on Feb 16, 2013 22:19:48 GMT -5
Name:Haraldur Leutwin
Race: Morellian
Age: 96 (Looks to be in his early fifties)
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 248 lbs
Appearance:
Haraldur is a large man of the well-muscled and toned body kind. His build is not so much of that of a body-builder but still is has an incredibly fit and well defined body, a body that has had decades put into it to shape and sculpt it. Not surprisingly enough Haraldur body is durable, strong and surprisingly agile; all thanks to the Matukai traditions Haraldur has followed since his early adulthood.
Haraldur is a hard person, 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 showing in any kind emotion other than a mute if not stern expression. Haraldur tough face is also complimented by the slightly un-even goatee and beard. Haraldur eyes are in a dark shade of blue and can be described as possessing a piercing glare, when influenced and fueled by the dark side Haraldur eyes turn into a bright yellow-orange shade. Haraldur has a long blond white-ish blond mane, which 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 an imposing 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 language as well. That 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 a person of hard if not odd values. He is the type that puts "freedom" over strength or weakness, as such his life philosophy is isn't about the survivable of the fittest but a follow your instincts type. Haraldur has a everything is fair and acceptable outlook on life, making the Morellian extremely accepting about ideals or opinions. However, do not mistake Haraldur pursuit of "freedom" with irresponsibility. If anything Haraldur dislikes and looks down on those that use the excuse of freedom to run away from life. Haraldur boils down to someone who follows his feelings but is not ruled by them, encouraging others to be like him. To him conflict is a necessary value for living, running away from conflict is cowardly, everything must be met head on. Clashing is what causes progresses and produces "strength" whether in spirit, personality or body.
Haraldur in short is a dry person, he is a libertine. Amoral and unrestrained in manners or thoughts, puts feeling experiences directly over observing. Making Haraldur to some extent someone who dislikes to delve in the art of manipulation or in a way in telling others what they should do. However, Haraldur is not foolish enough to not appreciate the power of words. But is still the type of person who prefers to get involve and resolve things personally, than having others do it for him. Another aspect of Haraldur is his little sense of humor, he is serious and dedicated, disliking the idea fooling around needlessly.
Although seemingly arrogant looking, Haraldur pride is more along the lines of someone who is completely confident, knowledgeable and secure of his convictions, choices, personality and strength, to the point that it could be unsettling. Haraldur doesn't believe he is all omnipotent or all powerful or wise for that matter, but is soo secure in what he knows that the Morellian self confidence can be intimidating.
Haraldur despite his personality is not aggressive or violent for that matter. Although he can be hard to deal with, he most of the time isn't looking to start a fight, but once violence start Haraldur is the type that shows no mercy, doesn't hold back, pities others and the type that can cut anyone in his path. Although Haraldur prefers to stay out of needless confrontations, he is also the type that enjoys a challenge and for that matter looks for them, finding pleasure when he can test himself to the fullest. Haraldur is a fearless, remorseless and merciless fighter who finds more aesthetic beauty in a blade cutting bone and skin than in a lightsaber.
Harsh, blunt and practical are other words to describe Haraldur. He is the type that looks for the most practical solution to things, and consequently the type that doesn't think too much about the consequences. Although not stupid by any means, Haraldur is the type that takes the most simple and straightforward path to achieve his goals, even if its not the best solution.
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 laboring 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 labor 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 losing 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. The young Morellian proved had a degree of talented in the field of telekinesis 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 know.
For the most part Haraldur was happy with this life, while he was sad that he was unable to become a Jedi Knight, he took comfort that he was still 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, practiced various sports but never remained in one for a long period of time. With the age of twenty four, Haraldur saw how his neighborhood 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 succeeds at least in helping the young girl escape. Haraldur would have gotten some serious bruises and broken bones if the fight had not been intervened by a passerby.
A 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 had been watching the whole situation play out and became impressed by Haraldur when he jumped in to help the young girl escape, also once he noticed the Morellian had the force him chose to intervene and offer Haraldur to train him so he could become what he was meant to be.
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 started living with Gaverik on the streets and would assist him in whatever 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, once Haraldur was pleased that the thugs would stop causing trouble in the area he cherished.
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 whatever 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, focusing on the force talents that allowed him to transcend his normal bodily limitations.
Haraldur continued his work as a vigilante for several more months until he, while spending a lovely evening drink of 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 convinced the Duros to make him a disciple so he could learn the secrets of the Broken Gate martial art.
Under the Duros education, Haraldur realized that there was a vast sea of arts, from many races and cultures. For two years Haraldur followed his Duros master and became an adept of Broken Gate, once pleased by his skill Haraldur left his master to learn and challenge other martial artists.
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 he had thought possible in his youth.
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 establish 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 knowledge. 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 other’s lights out.
Intrigued Haraldur joined, he with his talents soon rose to the top of the ring over a year of participation. 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 youth and the ones that Gaverik had drilled into his head, finding pleasure in defeating opponents and the feeling of being applauded for an rewarded for his fighting prowess.
It wasn’t until a four months into being crowned the unrivaled champion, he was challenged by a Wookie fighter. The fight quickly went downhill and Haraldur was left a bloody pulp in the floor, one arm broken and several ribs shattered. As Haraldur lost consciousness he became frustrated and angry, he had not tasted defeat, he did not like the taste of it and rage set in. Haraldur got up, fueled by the dark side and through his rage he ignored his pained and broken body and used the force to slay the Wookie fighter that had humiliated him. Once Haraldur came back to his rational thought it was too late and he was surrounded by police forces and arrested for participating in an illegal fighting ring and for murder.
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 busted 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 and of even greater strength. With the need of becoming strong Haraldur gladly became Wulf's disciple.
Beware the kind
Living with Wulf was an adventure unlike anything Haraldur had experienced before. Completely unlike what he learned from the Jedi or his martial artists master or even from Gaverik, Wulf teachings were harsh and unforgiving. The strange little man not only trained Haraldur in the force or refined his martial arts but also began instructing him the use of many unorthodox weapons, arts of killing, perhaps the greatest teachings Wulf imparted Haraldur was wisdom of the true nature of the galaxy.
Often while putting Haraldur through near inhumane training regimes the Wulf posed Haraldur through hypothetical situations where no “right” answer could be found. Wulf forced many harsh views on the galaxy and through them slowly but steadily Haraldur came to taste the Dark Side. Wulf however, had an almost hypnotically and suggestive control over Haraldur and while he lulled Haraldur to the dark side he also kept him from carelessly falling to it. If anything Wulf manipulated Haraldur into a balance between the light side and the dark side, although often the Morellian came to enjoy more and more the tastes and experiences of that the dark side offered him.
For over fifteen years Haraldur travelled under Wulf, they moving from planet to planet often going to the worlds were poverty, crime, violence reined. Wulf would also often enroll Haraldur in legal and illegal fighting rings, fights to the death and place him in difficult situations akin to the hypothetical discussions they had on life and the galaxy.
At the age of forty four while walking down a slum, the pair came upon a street urchin, an orphaned Sullustan child. Haraldur continued walking but Wulf stopped, caught the kid and threw it at Haraldur who commanded the Morellian to “take care of it” then moving on leaving a baffled Haraldur behind.
Haraldur took the kid in and named the young Sullustan Pak, together they lived with Wulf as they travelled from place to place and from world to world. Wulf would never explain his reasons to Haraldur and often left him to do as he pleased with the boy. Although at first Haraldur’s relationship with Pak was at odds since they kidnapped him, eventually the Sullustan and Morellian bonded to something of a estranged older brother and younger brother relationship. Pak did good in Haraldur soul and in some ways Haraldur came to enjoy the “light” from such relationship.
A year later things took an unexpected turn for Haraldur and it would be the first but not the last of the dark days to meet Haraldur. While camping in the wilderness on evening Wulf arrived armed with two swords, to Haraldur and Pak that was a common sight as at random times the Wulf Kami would attack the Morellian to test his mettle. However, this time Wulf’s actions were different and in one swift motion he decapitated Pak without any warming, this at first left Haraldur stunned and frozen. That was quickly changed with rage and anger toward Wulf and without a second thought he charged and attacked Wulf Kami, allowing the Dark Side to fuel him. At that moment and for the first time in his life Haraldur saw an expression in Wulf that he had never seen before. It was the expression of disappointment.
The fight between the two was brutal and even still Wulf remained superior to Haraldur. The battle ended with a broken Haraldur on the ground, his two arms shattered multiple cuts and a broken leg. Fully expecting death Haraldur still struggled and cursed, much to his surprise Wulf did not finish him and instead sat next to him calmly beginning a monologue about himself, who he was and what he did. Wulf Kami was not his real name, he was an Azant over a thousand years old who nearing his senile years had come up with the ridiculous idea of nurturing and growing his meals before consuming them. In particular and with Haraldur the Azanti wanted to consume someone strong in the force who had reached balance between the two sides of the force. If Haraldur had accepted Pak’s death without flinching or had he come to peace with his death then Wulf would have devoured him. Wulf left and with a warning that should Haraldur ever reached that balance then the Azant would come for him…
Haraldur fell unconscious and into a healing trance product of his Matukai training which was the only reason he survived.
Lackey
After a long recovery, Haraldur survived in the wilderness for days until he could manage to stand up and on a hanging thread he made it back to civilization where he received proper treatment. Living with Wulf had changed the Morellian for good, he was no longer as naïve or foolish man with narrow views and Haraldur realized that he still did not know the galaxy or life, he decided to take a more active role in his travels.
Haraldur soon found a job as a muscle guy in a smuggler's vessel, and remained there for several months. But Haraldur career as a smuggler was short lived one. After sometime smugglers got careless and were boarded by pirates. Haraldur captain was killed in the firefight and much of the crew soon joined him. Haraldur surrendered himself, realizing he had no chances of overcoming an entire crew of pirates on his own. He 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 during a raid and Haraldur was naturally elected as the captain of the band of pirates.
Haraldur proved to be a practical, cold yet effective 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 and his crew as part of his organization. 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 efficiently. 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, as the operations that involved Haraldur were carried out successfully and with discipline for the most part. 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 other growth was that he learned how to use to force to deflect objects and lasers; he learned this on his own and perfected it on his own as a way to counter the blasters that were often emplonyed against him. The Morellian also functioned as the executioner of the Hutt. Tampa unlike other Hutts preferred seeing sentient killing sentient, so instead of a Kath hound or a Rancor, he pitted people in death matches. Haraldur was unmatched in both his skill with the blade or his ability to crush a man's head with his bare hands through the help of 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 final straw was when Tampa overheard one of his minions talking with another on how he wished Haraldur would take command, after this Tampa became distrustful and began plotting to eliminate his best tool.
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 figured that a war with Tampa and his Hutt family would lead nowhere.
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 “leader”.
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 that day, most who had a very real friendship with the Morellian. By the end of the end of the day Tampa was dead.
Family
Yet Haraldur's troubles 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 his first real love. She was an Echani mercenary and a great warrior in the Morellians opinion. 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.
Amidst 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 Echani maiden. 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 slew Shile’s former companions. The Morellian told the Echani 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 last seen. 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, and to his horror he found her dead. From her wounds, Haraldur found his unmistakable signature in way of attack, realizing that in his rage he had slain his bride and future son. Haraldur became sickened with himself, angry with everything Haraldur decided to go on a new type of journey to find himself and be done with civilization, travelling to Felucia.
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 sharpen 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 feat of taking down a Bull Rancor 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. Although a loner in the tribe, Haraldur was still a very honored figure 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 made the honorary 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 had been doing her research on 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 as the Morellian had no intentions of leaving, Haraldur resisted and killed the Jedi master after a long fight.
Knowing that his time in Felucia was ending, Haraldur left never looking back. 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 a Great Hunter from the stars.
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, but they eventually parted ways. 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 whatever 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 very small and weak presence, upon investigating he found a little feral girl. Perhaps was lingering affection for his Sullustan child that made Haraldur take the girl under his wing. He named her Aria and while he did not pretend to be a father, he cared for her and trained her as she had a slight force sensitivity.
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: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 9
Sense: 7
Protection: 7
Healing: 5
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Force Body/Crucitorn
Force Rage
Farsight
Froce Deflection
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: 5
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 2
RP Sample:
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Race: Morellian
Age: 96 (Looks to be in his early fifties)
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 248 lbs
Appearance:
Haraldur is a large man of the well-muscled and toned body kind. His build is not so much of that of a body-builder but still is has an incredibly fit and well defined body, a body that has had decades put into it to shape and sculpt it. Not surprisingly enough Haraldur body is durable, strong and surprisingly agile; all thanks to the Matukai traditions Haraldur has followed since his early adulthood.
Haraldur is a hard person, 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 showing in any kind emotion other than a mute if not stern expression. Haraldur tough face is also complimented by the slightly un-even goatee and beard. Haraldur eyes are in a dark shade of blue and can be described as possessing a piercing glare, when influenced and fueled by the dark side Haraldur eyes turn into a bright yellow-orange shade. Haraldur has a long blond white-ish blond mane, which 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 an imposing 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 language as well. That 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 a person of hard if not odd values. He is the type that puts "freedom" over strength or weakness, as such his life philosophy is isn't about the survivable of the fittest but a follow your instincts type. Haraldur has a everything is fair and acceptable outlook on life, making the Morellian extremely accepting about ideals or opinions. However, do not mistake Haraldur pursuit of "freedom" with irresponsibility. If anything Haraldur dislikes and looks down on those that use the excuse of freedom to run away from life. Haraldur boils down to someone who follows his feelings but is not ruled by them, encouraging others to be like him. To him conflict is a necessary value for living, running away from conflict is cowardly, everything must be met head on. Clashing is what causes progresses and produces "strength" whether in spirit, personality or body.
Haraldur in short is a dry person, he is a libertine. Amoral and unrestrained in manners or thoughts, puts feeling experiences directly over observing. Making Haraldur to some extent someone who dislikes to delve in the art of manipulation or in a way in telling others what they should do. However, Haraldur is not foolish enough to not appreciate the power of words. But is still the type of person who prefers to get involve and resolve things personally, than having others do it for him. Another aspect of Haraldur is his little sense of humor, he is serious and dedicated, disliking the idea fooling around needlessly.
Although seemingly arrogant looking, Haraldur pride is more along the lines of someone who is completely confident, knowledgeable and secure of his convictions, choices, personality and strength, to the point that it could be unsettling. Haraldur doesn't believe he is all omnipotent or all powerful or wise for that matter, but is soo secure in what he knows that the Morellian self confidence can be intimidating.
Haraldur despite his personality is not aggressive or violent for that matter. Although he can be hard to deal with, he most of the time isn't looking to start a fight, but once violence start Haraldur is the type that shows no mercy, doesn't hold back, pities others and the type that can cut anyone in his path. Although Haraldur prefers to stay out of needless confrontations, he is also the type that enjoys a challenge and for that matter looks for them, finding pleasure when he can test himself to the fullest. Haraldur is a fearless, remorseless and merciless fighter who finds more aesthetic beauty in a blade cutting bone and skin than in a lightsaber.
Harsh, blunt and practical are other words to describe Haraldur. He is the type that looks for the most practical solution to things, and consequently the type that doesn't think too much about the consequences. Although not stupid by any means, Haraldur is the type that takes the most simple and straightforward path to achieve his goals, even if its not the best solution.
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 laboring 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 labor 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 losing 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. The young Morellian proved had a degree of talented in the field of telekinesis 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 know.
For the most part Haraldur was happy with this life, while he was sad that he was unable to become a Jedi Knight, he took comfort that he was still 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, practiced various sports but never remained in one for a long period of time. With the age of twenty four, Haraldur saw how his neighborhood 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 succeeds at least in helping the young girl escape. Haraldur would have gotten some serious bruises and broken bones if the fight had not been intervened by a passerby.
A 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 had been watching the whole situation play out and became impressed by Haraldur when he jumped in to help the young girl escape, also once he noticed the Morellian had the force him chose to intervene and offer Haraldur to train him so he could become what he was meant to be.
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 started living with Gaverik on the streets and would assist him in whatever 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, once Haraldur was pleased that the thugs would stop causing trouble in the area he cherished.
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 whatever 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, focusing on the force talents that allowed him to transcend his normal bodily limitations.
Haraldur continued his work as a vigilante for several more months until he, while spending a lovely evening drink of 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 convinced the Duros to make him a disciple so he could learn the secrets of the Broken Gate martial art.
Under the Duros education, Haraldur realized that there was a vast sea of arts, from many races and cultures. For two years Haraldur followed his Duros master and became an adept of Broken Gate, once pleased by his skill Haraldur left his master to learn and challenge other martial artists.
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 he had thought possible in his youth.
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 establish 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 knowledge. 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 other’s lights out.
Intrigued Haraldur joined, he with his talents soon rose to the top of the ring over a year of participation. 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 youth and the ones that Gaverik had drilled into his head, finding pleasure in defeating opponents and the feeling of being applauded for an rewarded for his fighting prowess.
It wasn’t until a four months into being crowned the unrivaled champion, he was challenged by a Wookie fighter. The fight quickly went downhill and Haraldur was left a bloody pulp in the floor, one arm broken and several ribs shattered. As Haraldur lost consciousness he became frustrated and angry, he had not tasted defeat, he did not like the taste of it and rage set in. Haraldur got up, fueled by the dark side and through his rage he ignored his pained and broken body and used the force to slay the Wookie fighter that had humiliated him. Once Haraldur came back to his rational thought it was too late and he was surrounded by police forces and arrested for participating in an illegal fighting ring and for murder.
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 busted 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 and of even greater strength. With the need of becoming strong Haraldur gladly became Wulf's disciple.
Beware the kind
Living with Wulf was an adventure unlike anything Haraldur had experienced before. Completely unlike what he learned from the Jedi or his martial artists master or even from Gaverik, Wulf teachings were harsh and unforgiving. The strange little man not only trained Haraldur in the force or refined his martial arts but also began instructing him the use of many unorthodox weapons, arts of killing, perhaps the greatest teachings Wulf imparted Haraldur was wisdom of the true nature of the galaxy.
Often while putting Haraldur through near inhumane training regimes the Wulf posed Haraldur through hypothetical situations where no “right” answer could be found. Wulf forced many harsh views on the galaxy and through them slowly but steadily Haraldur came to taste the Dark Side. Wulf however, had an almost hypnotically and suggestive control over Haraldur and while he lulled Haraldur to the dark side he also kept him from carelessly falling to it. If anything Wulf manipulated Haraldur into a balance between the light side and the dark side, although often the Morellian came to enjoy more and more the tastes and experiences of that the dark side offered him.
For over fifteen years Haraldur travelled under Wulf, they moving from planet to planet often going to the worlds were poverty, crime, violence reined. Wulf would also often enroll Haraldur in legal and illegal fighting rings, fights to the death and place him in difficult situations akin to the hypothetical discussions they had on life and the galaxy.
At the age of forty four while walking down a slum, the pair came upon a street urchin, an orphaned Sullustan child. Haraldur continued walking but Wulf stopped, caught the kid and threw it at Haraldur who commanded the Morellian to “take care of it” then moving on leaving a baffled Haraldur behind.
Haraldur took the kid in and named the young Sullustan Pak, together they lived with Wulf as they travelled from place to place and from world to world. Wulf would never explain his reasons to Haraldur and often left him to do as he pleased with the boy. Although at first Haraldur’s relationship with Pak was at odds since they kidnapped him, eventually the Sullustan and Morellian bonded to something of a estranged older brother and younger brother relationship. Pak did good in Haraldur soul and in some ways Haraldur came to enjoy the “light” from such relationship.
A year later things took an unexpected turn for Haraldur and it would be the first but not the last of the dark days to meet Haraldur. While camping in the wilderness on evening Wulf arrived armed with two swords, to Haraldur and Pak that was a common sight as at random times the Wulf Kami would attack the Morellian to test his mettle. However, this time Wulf’s actions were different and in one swift motion he decapitated Pak without any warming, this at first left Haraldur stunned and frozen. That was quickly changed with rage and anger toward Wulf and without a second thought he charged and attacked Wulf Kami, allowing the Dark Side to fuel him. At that moment and for the first time in his life Haraldur saw an expression in Wulf that he had never seen before. It was the expression of disappointment.
The fight between the two was brutal and even still Wulf remained superior to Haraldur. The battle ended with a broken Haraldur on the ground, his two arms shattered multiple cuts and a broken leg. Fully expecting death Haraldur still struggled and cursed, much to his surprise Wulf did not finish him and instead sat next to him calmly beginning a monologue about himself, who he was and what he did. Wulf Kami was not his real name, he was an Azant over a thousand years old who nearing his senile years had come up with the ridiculous idea of nurturing and growing his meals before consuming them. In particular and with Haraldur the Azanti wanted to consume someone strong in the force who had reached balance between the two sides of the force. If Haraldur had accepted Pak’s death without flinching or had he come to peace with his death then Wulf would have devoured him. Wulf left and with a warning that should Haraldur ever reached that balance then the Azant would come for him…
Haraldur fell unconscious and into a healing trance product of his Matukai training which was the only reason he survived.
Lackey
After a long recovery, Haraldur survived in the wilderness for days until he could manage to stand up and on a hanging thread he made it back to civilization where he received proper treatment. Living with Wulf had changed the Morellian for good, he was no longer as naïve or foolish man with narrow views and Haraldur realized that he still did not know the galaxy or life, he decided to take a more active role in his travels.
Haraldur soon found a job as a muscle guy in a smuggler's vessel, and remained there for several months. But Haraldur career as a smuggler was short lived one. After sometime smugglers got careless and were boarded by pirates. Haraldur captain was killed in the firefight and much of the crew soon joined him. Haraldur surrendered himself, realizing he had no chances of overcoming an entire crew of pirates on his own. He 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 during a raid and Haraldur was naturally elected as the captain of the band of pirates.
Haraldur proved to be a practical, cold yet effective 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 and his crew as part of his organization. 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 efficiently. 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, as the operations that involved Haraldur were carried out successfully and with discipline for the most part. 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 other growth was that he learned how to use to force to deflect objects and lasers; he learned this on his own and perfected it on his own as a way to counter the blasters that were often emplonyed against him. The Morellian also functioned as the executioner of the Hutt. Tampa unlike other Hutts preferred seeing sentient killing sentient, so instead of a Kath hound or a Rancor, he pitted people in death matches. Haraldur was unmatched in both his skill with the blade or his ability to crush a man's head with his bare hands through the help of 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 final straw was when Tampa overheard one of his minions talking with another on how he wished Haraldur would take command, after this Tampa became distrustful and began plotting to eliminate his best tool.
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 figured that a war with Tampa and his Hutt family would lead nowhere.
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 “leader”.
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 that day, most who had a very real friendship with the Morellian. By the end of the end of the day Tampa was dead.
Family
Yet Haraldur's troubles 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 his first real love. She was an Echani mercenary and a great warrior in the Morellians opinion. 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.
Amidst 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 Echani maiden. 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 slew Shile’s former companions. The Morellian told the Echani 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 last seen. 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, and to his horror he found her dead. From her wounds, Haraldur found his unmistakable signature in way of attack, realizing that in his rage he had slain his bride and future son. Haraldur became sickened with himself, angry with everything Haraldur decided to go on a new type of journey to find himself and be done with civilization, travelling to Felucia.
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 sharpen 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 feat of taking down a Bull Rancor 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. Although a loner in the tribe, Haraldur was still a very honored figure 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 made the honorary 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 had been doing her research on 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 as the Morellian had no intentions of leaving, Haraldur resisted and killed the Jedi master after a long fight.
Knowing that his time in Felucia was ending, Haraldur left never looking back. 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 a Great Hunter from the stars.
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, but they eventually parted ways. 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 whatever 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 very small and weak presence, upon investigating he found a little feral girl. Perhaps was lingering affection for his Sullustan child that made Haraldur take the girl under his wing. He named her Aria and while he did not pretend to be a father, he cared for her and trained her as she had a slight force sensitivity.
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: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 9
Sense: 7
Protection: 7
Healing: 5
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Force Body/Crucitorn
Force Rage
Farsight
Froce Deflection
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: 5
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 2
RP Sample:
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