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Post by Valcor on Jul 10, 2014 1:19:38 GMT -5
 Shorza Triz Art by SaraFlorenza Full Name • Shorza Triz Nickname • Red Race • Zabrak Birthplace • Iridonia, Rural Badlands near Capitol Age • 24 Gender • Male Sexuality • Heterosexual Faction • Fringe Concept • Droid mechanic, Rogue Jedi Guardian, and Black Suns Associate. (Rank 2) Languages • Basic, Zabrak, and Droidspeak. Assets • One single blade, blue Lightsaber with a Krait Dragon pearl as its crystal, and the deactivated and heavily damaged body of his personal droid and friend "Hex". Various droids and tools to work on them in his shop. Appearance Height & Weight • 5'10" 165 lbs. Overall Looks • Shorza is a rough looking Zabrak given his injuries and manual line of work. He is sturdy of build, strong yet undefined as his labor of choice requires significant strength, yet does not provide a significantly healthy diet. He has full body tattoo work given to him by his family, with his entire form being covered in either pure red or solid black. These are familial marks with the intricacies of the design being recognizable only to a deceased line of his relatives. These tattoos bear significant damage however, as his left eye bares a rough scraping scar that trails down onto his cheek. His head also sports closely shaven hair almost invisible between cracked, damaged horns and midnight scalp. In addition, Shorza is also missing his left arm up to the shoulder, and his left leg up to the knee after he was grievously injured during the invasion of Coruscant. These have since been replaced with financial aid from his former Jedi educator, Master Sish Balkk, who, with the funds of the Order, was able to purchase the arm and leg have been heavily modified over the years by Shorza himself. A tinkerer at heart, who maintains the limbs himself, Shorza has left his limbs appearing more utility focused than aesthetic. Wires hang loosely from open panels, parts seem to be an amalgamation of those designed for cybernetics and those designed for droids, with his foot being a metal slab in favor of his old toes. Shorza does not make a secret of these, caring little for his own appearance, and as such makes no attempts to cover them with synthetic flesh, or clothing. What clothing he wears is purely suited to the task he is trying to perform. When working in his shop, he wears little except for protective wear, yet seems to favor a dirtied tank top and cargo pants in most social situations. When in the direct employ of the Black Suns however, Shorza prefers to have his face and identifiable tattoo work covered, and will wear a full-head welding mask, gloves, and a long-sleeved shirt. He does this out of fear those who knew him from a previous life will recognize him in his new one and disapprove. Personality Profile Shorza was once a wise cracking, mouthy teenager with a penchant for insults and jeers, now he is more dour. Elements remain of this young man, but without the spark that used to make him the nuisance he was. He will still light up when excited or in pleasant company with a once familiar cackle and jab, but when calm or alone, his expression is low, and his mood lower Zabrak's are single-minded, and Shorza is no different, with the loss of his closest companion "Hex" occupying nearly every corner of his mind in recent years. Everything he does is to the end of fixing his robotic friend, be that work, free time, travel, anything, Shorza lives to hear him whir once more This does not mean he cannot be social however, as Shorza would go insane if left alone in his shop with droids, but it does mean he cannot go long before remembering his goal. When on the job, Shorza prefers to remain mostly silent Shorza lived a life aspiring to be a Jedi, and made many friends during this time He lived to be better, to make himself someone who deserved to protect the galaxy, and now he's an associate of the Black Suns Shorza is not proud of his work, and does not expect anyone to sympathize with it, but he hopes to preserve their image of him since he broke contact with his old friends and contacts, that of the little well-meaning, but loud and sharp-tongued boy from Iridonia A person he is no longer. Background Father • Dak Triz, Gun for hire (Deceased) Mother • Shara Triz, Restaurant Proprietor (Deceased) Siblings • Kinard Triz, brother (Deceased) Yorrick Triz, brother (Deceased) Warren Triz, brother (Deceased) Frank Triz, brother (Deceased) Mav Triz, sister (Deceased) Mika Triz, sister (Deceased) Lhora Triz, brother (Deceased) Pikkon Triz, brother (Deceased) Heren Triz, sister (Deceased) Dak Triz Jr., brother (Deceased) Poff Triz, brother (Deceased) Other Important Connections • Moonfire Shae, 23, Jedi Investigaor, padawan training partner, and friend. Master Sish Balkk, Former Jedi Master. Overall History • Shorza was born to a large family of thirteen, himself making it fourteen He had eleven siblings, all of which were older, and only three being sisters The Triz clan were anything but happy however, as they, one, lived on Iridonia, two, lived in an area known as the "Badlands" for good reason, and three, were eternally pressed on finances Being the youngest, Shorza often found himself in a permanent state of neglect. His parents shooed him away in their best moments, and downright forgot about him in their worst. Born to a poor family of a working mother and a drunk, partially working, mercenary of a father, Shorza practically raised himself. Life was hard on Iridonia, there was little work for a washed-out mercenary, and Shorza's mother could barely pull in enough credits to support both the children and the father's drinking habits with her restaurant. This however was never the father's fault in his own eyes, as he continued to blame the family's woes on the children and his wife, claiming they withheld credits for their own selfish needs over their own patriarch. Often, this blame turned into fits of inebriated fury, causing him to lash out at anyone and everyone he could reach. Unfortunately, while the older children could flee or retaliate depending on the age, the youngest lacked the puberty strength the others possessed, and often found himself bearing the brunt of the abuse. This did not, however, cause the siblings to bond against a common enemy. Instead they found themselves at each other’s throats. The powerless soon began to exert power over those beneath them and play the part of the tormentor they had so often endured. No small action went unpunished by the larger, more developed siblings. It was practically warfare to get to the food before it was stashed or eaten away. When food was scarce, the younger went hungry, when it grew cold, they went without warmth and when father returned home at night, the youngest was the bait. This brutality was openly supported by their father as well, who decided that if they could not defend themselves, then they were not worth the credits. Yet, however bad it got for the others, it was exponentially worse for the runt of the litter. He could not take what he needed with strength, nor with wit or guile, so he endured. For the first decade of his life he endured. As he developed endurance, he also developed something far more sinister. Hate. He grew to hate everyone around him, his family, his drunkard of a father, his spineless mother, and most of all his “brothers and sisters”. By the age of ten Shorza found himself on the wrong side of the law. Petty theft, breaking and entering were just a few of the charges racked up against him. He stole what he needed, defended what was his, and would take whatever came his way in silence, but all that soon changed. Shorza had long been fascinated with mechanics and engineering, admiring those who could create such wonders as droids and star ships with nothing but their minds. They were not warriors, or brutes, they used their intelligence to their advantage. To the young Triz boy, that was a far-off dream, but still one he pursued. When given leisure time, rather than play or relax, Shorza studied. He would read books, watch holos or even sneak off into town for days to the public library. He memorized everything to the finest detail, hyperdrive engines, mechanics, servos, anything to do with machinery he made his life. By the age of eight Shorza had already constructed his first simple automaton out of old hardware he had stolen from shops in the Capitol. This however was child's play to what he would eventually come to create. The day after Shorza's thirteenth birthday, a couple of the older boys who had recently gotten off work found Shorza attempting to sneak off into town. Rather than have their fun with him as they usually did, they decided they were through dealing with his contraptions around the house and the constant police attention he brought to their own, less than legal, enterprises. So, they decided to teach him a lesson. Despite his writhing and thrashing, the elder siblings took the boy to an abandoned warehouse and threw him inside, mocking “If you like you machines so much, live with them!” This action however proved to be just the spark that powder keg of a household needed, for deep inside the warehouse rested a dated machine waiting to be woken up. After fumbling around frightfully for about an hour Shorza came across his first full sized droid. Where the Triz family lived, droids, more complex than simple floor cleaners were practically unheard of So when Shorza saw this rusted mass of machine and metal, it was unlike anything else he had ever seen in person The hulking mass of a LB, or "Bulk-loading", droid lay powerless and rusted before him, it was perfect. The beast had clearly been decommissioned for quite some time, but the hardware was there. The servos were well kept, wiring was overall adequate, and the plating seemed sturdy enough. After a bit of cleaning, and a bit of adoration, the serial number LB-06 became clear on the chest plate, spurring Shorza to call him by the nickname “Hex”. The droid's once shining blue paint had long been replaced by rust and wear marks, giving the machine an almost ancient look. The lights emanating from his internal battery and optical sensors had long gone dull, giving the illumination a dimmer more reddish hue. To add to this the only replacement lenses to be found were those belonging to long forgotten and discontinued pilot droids, meaning the lenses were dark. This combination gave the already reddening brights a deeper, almost sinister appearance, if his size and silence were not enough already. Within a few days Shorza had the machine's power supply fixed with what spare parts he could find around the old building. Wires protruded from the rusted hulk and more than a few jury-rigged battery packs were strapped hastily onto the droid’s frame, but it was awake. The boy had gone without food, sleep, or even notice at his absence to accomplish this task, and for this, he practically beamed with pride Then, with the power supply problem fixed it was mere grunt work to get the memory and processing up to speed enough to follow Shorza's, and now only Shorza's, commands. With his new and only friend at his side, Shorza returned to his home, no longer the runt, but the bully. The rest of what happened is a blur of hatred and destruction, but as the official records say, “It was a massacre.” After the initial adrenaline rush subsided, Shorza looked on in horror as, what had once been, his family lay in ruin. More so than any other time in his life, Shorza felt alone He had only meant to scare them, maybe even rough them up a bit, but never kill them In the wake of the deaths, all the torment, all the trickle down brutality, it all washed away in their blood In the moments when his droid was decimating the Triz clan wholesale, Shorza covered his eyes Behind closed lids, and quivering hands, he remembered the good times, the moments of love and kindness He remembered these moments especially when everything went quiet He did not call out for anyone other than his droid to lead him away, as he refused to uncover his eyes to the sight It was an accident, a single line of programming out of order... or at least, that is what Shorza would tell himself as he fled the scene and the inevitable law enforcement. By sheer dumb luck, the last remaining Triz happened to come across another outlaw in a similar predicament Both Shorza and this outlaw had come into a local Cantina in search of something The outlaw, a Trandoshan by the name of Grozzack, was in search of a mechanic for his ship, "The Basilisk", while Shorza was looking for anyway to escape what he thought would be the inevitable crack down of the Iridonian law enforcement With his droid, knowledge, and unnerved state in tow, the young Triz boy approached the Trandoshan and offered his services This was no mere outlaw though This "Grozz", as he referred to himself, was a six foot, ten inch, behemoth of a creature sporting more scars and signs of injury then Shorza had ever seen on anyone separately, much less collectively on a single one Despite this grizzly facade, the beast of a reptile was friendly in disposition, even personable, as the tiny Zabrak, and hulking robot sought to join his ship After some debate and a display of Shorza's skill as a mechanic on Hex, Grozz acquiesced and hired the boy One quick repair later, and the pair were off, leaving Iridonia in the dust, along with anything either had done there. For a while, Shorza and Grozz were quite the team, Shorza kept "The Basilisk" running, and occasionally offered Hex as muscle to Grozz for a few extra credits here and there, while Grozz kept them both paid through his personal love and job, slaving Throughout their time, the boy came face to face with the Trandoshan's work, the cells were one wrong turn from the bathroom Yet, with the murder of his family on his mind, Shorza felt he was in no position to lay judgement, and instead turned a blind eye... Until he met Master Balkk. The pair met, and Balkk, upon realizing Shorza's latent connection to the force, took the young boy under his wing after a short conflict with Grozz The Iridonian welcomed the change as the personable, yet brutal, Grozz had begun to ramp up his slaving to a degree that bothered even the young Zabrak From then on, he was Balkk's unofficial apprentice and for once in his life, felt he had real purpose He could do good for the galaxy, make up for what lay in his past, and spend it with his best friend Hex, this kind religious warrior who had magic powers... and a teenage girl? Much to Shorza's initial dismay, he was also to be trained alongside an official Jedi Order padawan by the name of "Moonfire Shae" At the outset, the Zabrak resented the girl, not only for being better than him by title, but also for everything else She was well dressed, well spoke, drank tea, and read books for fun on all kinds of topics Moonfire was everything Shorza was not Overtime though, the pair grew close, after much fighting both verbal and physical, and even grew to call one another "friend" This was not to be for long though, as the two were doomed to different lives from the start. When Moonfire went to the Council for her trials, Shorza too went to them in an attempt to join the order The upstart force user even went so far as to ignore Balkk's insistence that the order would not take him, and that he could still do good without them This ended in rejection It crushed the boy He had spent so long listening to stories, from both his training partner, and his master, about the Jedi and their heroism through the millennia He desperately wished to do the same, to be that paragon, and they refused him They insisted it was due to his age, but deep down Shorza felt it was something else While in that chamber, before those furrowed brows, he could feel their eyes punch straight through him to his stained past As he walked out, Shorza felt stained, but at least he had the comforting arms of Hex waiting when he left the Temple. The boy was not one to dwell however, as he took only a few days to cry and curl into a ball When that had passed however, he talked with his old master, and agreed with him, that maybe there was still good he could do for the galaxy, even if he did not have the backing of the Jedi So the young Triz, with a fair bit of training under his belt, and more to seek out in the universe, bid farewell to his master, and his one true organic friend, before boarding a ship destined for the Outer Rim This was the moment the Battle of Coruscant began. Shorza felt this was his moment, his time to do some real good in this Universe, and took it upon himself to help those on the ground while the Sith and Republic duked it out over the planet's surface Both the Zabrak, and the robot Hex spent hours pulling civilians from the rubble, tending to the wounded however they could, and running supplies across the increasingly damaged surface Shorza felt more alive in these tense moments than he had in years It felt good to be helping, to see that small smile on someone's face when they are thankful and safe Lightsaber cut through rubble that buried people, robotic hands designed to moving massive crates, pried apart metal in search of those trapped Shorza and Hex were a team But this was a war, not a natural disaster, and there were more threats than crumbling buildings. Towards the end of the battle, Shorza and Hex began to slow down, exhaustion and strain taking its toll on the both of them, when a stray, poorly aimed shot from one of the pilots fighting overhead flew down into the pair Hex took the brunt of the explosion, saving Shorza's life in the process, if only barely, while the Zabrak was blown unconscious Several of the people the pair had been helping dragged the unconscious Iridonian and shattered Hex, with the aid of a mechanized lift, to a nearby medical center For the remainder of the battle, Shorza lay unconscious while his robot lay still beside him. When he awoke, he had lost his left arm, his left leg, and had severe damage to most of the same side, shrapnel and heat had scored his once proud tattoo work This was not the worst pain for the boy though, as he saw what had become of his closest childhood companion and protector In the crook of his one remaining elbow, he wept This is what he deserved, he knew it, this was his penance The one time he tried to do something genuinely good with warmth in his heart, he suffered immensely. Perhaps this was the Force telling him he was not meant to be a protector of the Republic For weeks he lay in that bed, unbeknownst to him, with the watchful eye of Balkk checking on him through information provided by Shorza's doctors It was this Jedi Master that would see to Shorza's prosthetics, and he who would ensure the boy's quality of care in this war-torn city. Before Balkk could, or was willing, to make contact with Shorza though, the boy was gone He left no note for his doctors, and took his droid with him He had nothing left on this world, all that mattered was that Hex could not pay the ultimate price for Shorza's hubris He needed to fix Hex So he returned to what he knew best, Hutt Space, and mechanic work for criminals Whether it was out of familiarity, or simple proximity to him, Shorza was not sure, but he quickly grew acquainted with the Black Suns organization, and found himself a nice niche in their employ as his aptitude with the mechanical became quite useful to them. Now Shorza tries to repair his friend however he can, with whatever funds he can. "Hex nevah powered down fully... He's still in there...", He tells himself day after day, week after week, month after month, as he endlessly toils in his workshop. |
