Post by Jal-Kalis on Apr 1, 2013 4:53:51 GMT -5
Name: Daresh Horuk
Race: Ubese
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 164 lbs
Appearance:
[[LinkY]]
Daresh's figure is that of a typical Ubese. He's tall with a slender build. His face though is more human like that that of a typical Ubese. It is wider and has somewhat more emotion (although that's just outer appearance). His head is kept shaven, and like all Ubese, he is not capable of growing facial hair. His eyes a yellow green color with flecks of Orange in them, showing his Dark Side corruption.
Like many Ubese, Daresh is typically wearing something over his face, hiding it from non-Ubese. In battle, he normally wears simple black robes with a collar. Over his face he a mask that slightly amplifies his rasping whispering voice so that it can be heard. Out of combat, he wears a large, black cloak with a hood.
[[Robes and Mask]]
Personality:
Like he is on his missions, Daresh is a rather quiet person, like most of the Ubese species whose speech problem keep them from speaking above a rasping whisper. Even with his mask that amplifies his voice, he still talks very little. As a young man and child, Daresh made rather rash decisions, but after his first bounty, he started being more cautious. Where Daresh is typically unfriendly with strangers or enemies, he is capable of putting on a show for his success on missions. He is not a very emotion being though, for being a Dark Jedi.
Birth place:Nar Shaddaa
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight - Assassin
Lightsaber:Double-bladed lightsaber
Color:Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Ataru 2
Double Bladed Combat 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force camouflage
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Part I - Early Life: Birth to 14
Deresh was born on Nar Shaddaa in the undercity to an abusively absent, father and a spice junkie, mother. His early childhood was a nightmare. His mother was not capable, always using spice. His father was never around, as he worked for the ruthless Nom'ro the Hutt as a Bounty Hunter. When he was around, he was there to rest or to literally throw a small pouch of credits at his mother so that she could keep hem going until he came around again.
When he was 9 years old, his mother cracked under her spice addiction, and ran-out on him. He couldn't help but feel a bit glad though, because with her gone, he could actually afford food and supplies, where when his mother was there, most of the creds went to spice. But even with his mother gone, his relationship with his father didn't get better, and he didn't even stay around more. In fact, in addition to having credits thrown at him, he also had his father's fists and feet coming at him too. He had started to wish his father's visits would last less and less long.
By age 14 something raging inside him. Like the torments of his father had suddenly gotten to him. It turned out to be the force boiling inside of him, ready to unleash itself. As far as he was concerned it was just rage. From the time his mother ran out, Daresh had started trying to teach himself to fight, to defend himself against his father. Each time though, it proved useless. His father was trained. But he wasn't going to let it go on. He didn't know how he would make credits, but the last thing he was going to do was die at the hands of his father. While his father was home sleeping, Daresh decided it was time to end it. He stole his father's vibroblade and slit his throat during his sleep.
Daresh felt no remorse, telling himself it was just self defense. But he was still faced with the problem of what to do about credits. He was only 14. Being as young as he was, he made a rash decision, but it was all he could think of to get credits. It had been two days since he'd had food, and he had to do something while he still had a bit of energy. He took his father's blaster pistol and vibroblade. He went into the undercity to find the spice dealer his mother use to go to. He still remember his face, the ugliest, most scarred up rodian he'd ever seen. He caught him late though, leaving the cantina. He made his way through the street and shoved him into an alley and aimed the blaster to his head, ordering him for his credits, though it was more like begging. He was shaking from hunger and fear. The Rodian had fallen to the ground surprisingly. Daresh was tall for his age, but not in any manner strong. It was as if some inner strength had surfaced. The Rodian didn't have time to answer as a Rattataki passing the alleyway spotted the happening. He showed no worry though and simply stood there watching. This didn't last long though, as his arrival made the nervous, shaking boy jump and his finger squeezed the trigger. He looked shocked as he looked back at the Rattataki man just meters behind him, slowly backing towards the Rodian's corpse and tripping over it.
"Now, was that really necessary?" The Rattataki asked.
"I-It was an accident." Daresh pleaded, sorrow in his voice.
"I'm not blaming you kid. Here" he said, helping Daresh up off the ground. "Come with me. You look Hungry."
Part II - The First Bounty: Age 17
It had been 3 years since the Rattataki had found Daresh in the alleyway, standing over his Rodian victim. He had since been recruited into a group of assassins and bounty hunters, and started training under his Rattataki mentor. Most of his training was in Stealth, Unarmed Combat, and Ranged weapons. His force sensitivity, though untrained, help speed up his training more that it would be without it.
At the age of 17, he was on his first mission. He was to go into the Upper City to eliminate a rogue group of exchange thugs and capture their leader, a Nikto. On his way up to the city above, he was nervous. He'd never actually applied his skills against someone that was trying to kill him. When arrived on the scene, he was relieved to see only three thugs, in addition to their leader. They were huddled around four speeder bikes. He didn't know how he would get all of them down in time to catch their leader unaware though. He was a large man, and he would have to manage to put him into submission before he could capture him. The bounty was to capture and return to the exchange, no exceptions. He refused to fail his first mission.
Daresh went into Stealth and slipped into the back of the group. He noticed the guy in the back was wasn't as much a part of the group, and stood a few meters away from the others. He would be easiest to take out first. He easily slit his throat, just as he broke stealth. The other two thugs jumped up and reached for their blasters, but Daresh's dual blasters proved too quick, and they were dead before they could take aim. The Nikto leader stood calmly, and without warning, flung a throwing knife at him. Daresh just barely managed to dodge it, before rushing in. He sent in a flying knee toward the Nikto, but was caught in mid air and slammed on the ground. The brute of a man, not even breaking a sweat, was about to crush the small Ubese man's head. Just then, Daresh caught the boot of the Nikto with one hand and jabbed his vibroblade into his ankle. Daresh didn't know where his quickened reflexes came from, but the Nikto fell to the ground, his hands grasping at the blade in his leg. Daresh jumped up and kicked the vibroblade so that it went in deeper. The Nikto grunted in pain and was forced to his feet. Daresh let out a sigh of accomplishment. He bound the wrists of the Nikto and returned him to Exchange headquarters.
Part III - A Change in Profession: Age 19
Daresh has become a known and respecting Bounty Hunter and Assassin in the two years since his first bounty. His next mission was on Hutta, to kill an old Dark Jedi Master. Daresh had heard plenty about the force before, but to him it was just rumors and myths. He was confident of his skills as a hunter now, but still he wasn't going to go in unprepared. He equipped himself with a smoke grenade, a concussion grenade, and his familiar dual blasters. He set out and took a shuttle to Hutta where his target was said to be. After asking around the Cantina, he learned that the Dark Jedi he was looking for was looking for him as well and he stayed around Nom'ros palace.
As Daresh started heading to the palace, he was stopped outside by the Dark Master and found his apprentice with him.
"So, I heard you're looking for me." The older man said.
"Yeah, I am. But you know why I'm looking for you.. Why are you looking for me?" Daresh said, his voice came as a loud, rasping whisper.
"Nom'ro knows you will come for him one day, since he was your fathers boss. He asked me to help him out. He's the one who pu...."
"Actually, I don't care." Daresh said, drawing his blasters.
With that said, the Master ignited his double-bladed lightsaber, and the Apprentice ignited his single blade. The apprentice was young and foolish. He charged in, though his Master just stood and watched. It was as if he sensed what was about to happen. Daresh pulled out a concussion grenade from behind his back and dropped it, jumping out of the way at the last second. The Apprentice stumbled around dazed before being blaster by Daresh's dual blasters. The Apprentice was young and arrogant, thinking his force abilities would overpower Daresh. He should have been more cautious.
The Master didn't strike out. Instead he spoke.
"You.. you are strong in the force. You just bested my Acolyte."
"Maybe he was weak." Daresh countered.
"Come with me, and I can train you to be the ultimate assassin. A Dark Jedi Assassin."
That wasn't an offer Daresh could refuse. He always felt something inside him that aided him in tough situations. Like his first bounty, when his head was almost crushed by that Nikto. He had to discover his full potential.
"Consider your offer accepted."
"There's one more thing though." The master said. "That Bounty is still on your head. It will remain there until Nom'ro is dead. How does some revenge sound?"
Daresh looked toward the palace building where slug sack always sat. Without a word, he approached the building.
Once inside, Daresh fired both blasters at where the Trandoshan Guards stood on either side of the door before they had time to react. By the time the four Gamorrean guards had realized what was happening, the room was gassed out from his grenade. Daresh took out three of the guards one by one, under the cover of the smoke. He silently disarmed the Gamorreans and killed then with their own axes. By the time the smoke cleared, the final Gamorrean charged at Daresh, only being cut short by a Gamorrean axe flying and finally colliding with his chest, sending him dead to the floor.
As the last of the smoke cleared, Daresh pulled out his Blaster Pistol and approach the slug bag in the front of the room. Nom'ro let out a long, arrogant laugh.
"Are you going to shoot me?" Nom'ro asked in his native language. He was still laughing though.
Daresh pulled the trigger and Nom'ro said no more.
"Couldn't understand that gibberish anyways." He said, exiting the building.
Part IV - A New Way of Life: Age 24
Five years now, Daresh had trained under Master Vhal. His training was rather tedious as his Master wanted to help him catch up to the other Acolytes. He started training in the force later than most do, so he was a bit behind. Since that day that he killed Master Vhal's previous Acolyte and Nom'ro the Hutt, Daresh had almost master the Shii-Cho lightsaber form and and started training in double-bladed lightsaber combat. He had just forged his Double-bladed lightsaber a couple years before.
RP Sample:
Race: Ubese
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 164 lbs
Appearance:
[[LinkY]]
Daresh's figure is that of a typical Ubese. He's tall with a slender build. His face though is more human like that that of a typical Ubese. It is wider and has somewhat more emotion (although that's just outer appearance). His head is kept shaven, and like all Ubese, he is not capable of growing facial hair. His eyes a yellow green color with flecks of Orange in them, showing his Dark Side corruption.
Like many Ubese, Daresh is typically wearing something over his face, hiding it from non-Ubese. In battle, he normally wears simple black robes with a collar. Over his face he a mask that slightly amplifies his rasping whispering voice so that it can be heard. Out of combat, he wears a large, black cloak with a hood.
[[Robes and Mask]]
Personality:
Like he is on his missions, Daresh is a rather quiet person, like most of the Ubese species whose speech problem keep them from speaking above a rasping whisper. Even with his mask that amplifies his voice, he still talks very little. As a young man and child, Daresh made rather rash decisions, but after his first bounty, he started being more cautious. Where Daresh is typically unfriendly with strangers or enemies, he is capable of putting on a show for his success on missions. He is not a very emotion being though, for being a Dark Jedi.
Birth place:Nar Shaddaa
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight - Assassin
Lightsaber:Double-bladed lightsaber
Color:Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 4
Ataru 2
Double Bladed Combat 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force camouflage
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio:
Part I - Early Life: Birth to 14
Deresh was born on Nar Shaddaa in the undercity to an abusively absent, father and a spice junkie, mother. His early childhood was a nightmare. His mother was not capable, always using spice. His father was never around, as he worked for the ruthless Nom'ro the Hutt as a Bounty Hunter. When he was around, he was there to rest or to literally throw a small pouch of credits at his mother so that she could keep hem going until he came around again.
When he was 9 years old, his mother cracked under her spice addiction, and ran-out on him. He couldn't help but feel a bit glad though, because with her gone, he could actually afford food and supplies, where when his mother was there, most of the creds went to spice. But even with his mother gone, his relationship with his father didn't get better, and he didn't even stay around more. In fact, in addition to having credits thrown at him, he also had his father's fists and feet coming at him too. He had started to wish his father's visits would last less and less long.
By age 14 something raging inside him. Like the torments of his father had suddenly gotten to him. It turned out to be the force boiling inside of him, ready to unleash itself. As far as he was concerned it was just rage. From the time his mother ran out, Daresh had started trying to teach himself to fight, to defend himself against his father. Each time though, it proved useless. His father was trained. But he wasn't going to let it go on. He didn't know how he would make credits, but the last thing he was going to do was die at the hands of his father. While his father was home sleeping, Daresh decided it was time to end it. He stole his father's vibroblade and slit his throat during his sleep.
Daresh felt no remorse, telling himself it was just self defense. But he was still faced with the problem of what to do about credits. He was only 14. Being as young as he was, he made a rash decision, but it was all he could think of to get credits. It had been two days since he'd had food, and he had to do something while he still had a bit of energy. He took his father's blaster pistol and vibroblade. He went into the undercity to find the spice dealer his mother use to go to. He still remember his face, the ugliest, most scarred up rodian he'd ever seen. He caught him late though, leaving the cantina. He made his way through the street and shoved him into an alley and aimed the blaster to his head, ordering him for his credits, though it was more like begging. He was shaking from hunger and fear. The Rodian had fallen to the ground surprisingly. Daresh was tall for his age, but not in any manner strong. It was as if some inner strength had surfaced. The Rodian didn't have time to answer as a Rattataki passing the alleyway spotted the happening. He showed no worry though and simply stood there watching. This didn't last long though, as his arrival made the nervous, shaking boy jump and his finger squeezed the trigger. He looked shocked as he looked back at the Rattataki man just meters behind him, slowly backing towards the Rodian's corpse and tripping over it.
"Now, was that really necessary?" The Rattataki asked.
"I-It was an accident." Daresh pleaded, sorrow in his voice.
"I'm not blaming you kid. Here" he said, helping Daresh up off the ground. "Come with me. You look Hungry."
Part II - The First Bounty: Age 17
It had been 3 years since the Rattataki had found Daresh in the alleyway, standing over his Rodian victim. He had since been recruited into a group of assassins and bounty hunters, and started training under his Rattataki mentor. Most of his training was in Stealth, Unarmed Combat, and Ranged weapons. His force sensitivity, though untrained, help speed up his training more that it would be without it.
At the age of 17, he was on his first mission. He was to go into the Upper City to eliminate a rogue group of exchange thugs and capture their leader, a Nikto. On his way up to the city above, he was nervous. He'd never actually applied his skills against someone that was trying to kill him. When arrived on the scene, he was relieved to see only three thugs, in addition to their leader. They were huddled around four speeder bikes. He didn't know how he would get all of them down in time to catch their leader unaware though. He was a large man, and he would have to manage to put him into submission before he could capture him. The bounty was to capture and return to the exchange, no exceptions. He refused to fail his first mission.
Daresh went into Stealth and slipped into the back of the group. He noticed the guy in the back was wasn't as much a part of the group, and stood a few meters away from the others. He would be easiest to take out first. He easily slit his throat, just as he broke stealth. The other two thugs jumped up and reached for their blasters, but Daresh's dual blasters proved too quick, and they were dead before they could take aim. The Nikto leader stood calmly, and without warning, flung a throwing knife at him. Daresh just barely managed to dodge it, before rushing in. He sent in a flying knee toward the Nikto, but was caught in mid air and slammed on the ground. The brute of a man, not even breaking a sweat, was about to crush the small Ubese man's head. Just then, Daresh caught the boot of the Nikto with one hand and jabbed his vibroblade into his ankle. Daresh didn't know where his quickened reflexes came from, but the Nikto fell to the ground, his hands grasping at the blade in his leg. Daresh jumped up and kicked the vibroblade so that it went in deeper. The Nikto grunted in pain and was forced to his feet. Daresh let out a sigh of accomplishment. He bound the wrists of the Nikto and returned him to Exchange headquarters.
Part III - A Change in Profession: Age 19
Daresh has become a known and respecting Bounty Hunter and Assassin in the two years since his first bounty. His next mission was on Hutta, to kill an old Dark Jedi Master. Daresh had heard plenty about the force before, but to him it was just rumors and myths. He was confident of his skills as a hunter now, but still he wasn't going to go in unprepared. He equipped himself with a smoke grenade, a concussion grenade, and his familiar dual blasters. He set out and took a shuttle to Hutta where his target was said to be. After asking around the Cantina, he learned that the Dark Jedi he was looking for was looking for him as well and he stayed around Nom'ros palace.
As Daresh started heading to the palace, he was stopped outside by the Dark Master and found his apprentice with him.
"So, I heard you're looking for me." The older man said.
"Yeah, I am. But you know why I'm looking for you.. Why are you looking for me?" Daresh said, his voice came as a loud, rasping whisper.
"Nom'ro knows you will come for him one day, since he was your fathers boss. He asked me to help him out. He's the one who pu...."
"Actually, I don't care." Daresh said, drawing his blasters.
With that said, the Master ignited his double-bladed lightsaber, and the Apprentice ignited his single blade. The apprentice was young and foolish. He charged in, though his Master just stood and watched. It was as if he sensed what was about to happen. Daresh pulled out a concussion grenade from behind his back and dropped it, jumping out of the way at the last second. The Apprentice stumbled around dazed before being blaster by Daresh's dual blasters. The Apprentice was young and arrogant, thinking his force abilities would overpower Daresh. He should have been more cautious.
The Master didn't strike out. Instead he spoke.
"You.. you are strong in the force. You just bested my Acolyte."
"Maybe he was weak." Daresh countered.
"Come with me, and I can train you to be the ultimate assassin. A Dark Jedi Assassin."
That wasn't an offer Daresh could refuse. He always felt something inside him that aided him in tough situations. Like his first bounty, when his head was almost crushed by that Nikto. He had to discover his full potential.
"Consider your offer accepted."
"There's one more thing though." The master said. "That Bounty is still on your head. It will remain there until Nom'ro is dead. How does some revenge sound?"
Daresh looked toward the palace building where slug sack always sat. Without a word, he approached the building.
Once inside, Daresh fired both blasters at where the Trandoshan Guards stood on either side of the door before they had time to react. By the time the four Gamorrean guards had realized what was happening, the room was gassed out from his grenade. Daresh took out three of the guards one by one, under the cover of the smoke. He silently disarmed the Gamorreans and killed then with their own axes. By the time the smoke cleared, the final Gamorrean charged at Daresh, only being cut short by a Gamorrean axe flying and finally colliding with his chest, sending him dead to the floor.
As the last of the smoke cleared, Daresh pulled out his Blaster Pistol and approach the slug bag in the front of the room. Nom'ro let out a long, arrogant laugh.
"Are you going to shoot me?" Nom'ro asked in his native language. He was still laughing though.
Daresh pulled the trigger and Nom'ro said no more.
"Couldn't understand that gibberish anyways." He said, exiting the building.
Part IV - A New Way of Life: Age 24
Five years now, Daresh had trained under Master Vhal. His training was rather tedious as his Master wanted to help him catch up to the other Acolytes. He started training in the force later than most do, so he was a bit behind. Since that day that he killed Master Vhal's previous Acolyte and Nom'ro the Hutt, Daresh had almost master the Shii-Cho lightsaber form and and started training in double-bladed lightsaber combat. He had just forged his Double-bladed lightsaber a couple years before.
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