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Post by Stephen on Jan 26, 2015 13:13:17 GMT -5
Name: Sol'kanar (Formerly Tankrik)
Race: Trandoshan
Age: 28
Birthplace: Onderon
Allegiance: Sith
Status: Hazing ritual/cave monster
Rank: Initiate
Height/Weight: 7'2” 410lbs
Appearance:
Mottled dark green and brown scales and thick cord muscle lace this massive trandoshan. Several bare patches on his chest and arms show blackened skin underneath his filth coated scales. Several unique birth defects mar his horrifying countenance further, a cleft pallet so severe it cleaves the upper jaw to the nostrils, and long thick tail that extends all the way to the ground. Three thick webbed fingers end in jagged rust colored claws. Murky green eyes stare out from deep set sockets shaded by a massive cranial ridge. Thick dull spikes circle his face and run down his spine to the tip of his tail. Thick scars line his entire body, a tiger's pattern of lighter hues. Sol'kanar does not own, nor does he wear any clothes although he does occasional wear bones tied to his legs or around his neck. His posture his hunched and wary and he runs in a curled gallop on three to four limbs, depending on if he is carrying anything.
Personality:
Sol'kanar is a feral amoral psychopath. His very loose grasp of basic and lack of understanding of social situations means that he doesn't have friends, or understand the concept of friends. The only two relationships he understands on any level are the predator/prey relationship and the predator/predator relationship. When hunting, he single mindedly chases his foes with impressive speed and stealth before descending on them and overwhelming them with his massive strength. When outnumbered or outmatched, he flees the scene at top speed and tries to find a place to hide. He places his own well being and strength first, and his pleasure in the defeat of his next meal second. He understands that there is power beyond his own however, and seeks to gain it by eating the hearts of those he deems worthy. If deemed unimportant however, Sol'kanar will purposely remove the heart, as to not accidentally eat it and weaken himself.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: A single phase Long-handle lightsaber with a red crystal
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Feeble
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Unskilled
Telepathic - Unskilled
Body- Adept
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Apprentice
Combat Training: Expert hand to hand, Expert blunt weapon, Expert Thrown weapon
Force Training: Dark Rage (Adept)
Other Training: Adept Stealth, Expert Swimming, Expert Climbing
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Specialist
Makashi-
Soresu-
Ataru-
Shien/Djem So-
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-
Juyo-
Double Bladed Combat-
Biography:
Tankrik was born on Onderon to Pekami and Sulth, a pair of wandering bounty hunters. Upon seeing their child for the first time they were horrified. Tankrik was huge and mutated, screamed all the time, and often bit them. They spent a year on Onderon with Sol'kanar, before their revulsion toward their child grew too much to bear. They sold what belongings they couldn't carry with them, leaving Tankrik to the mercy of the wilds. They live still, on Nar Shadda, but neither would recognize the other if they saw them.
In the wilds, Tankrik found shelter by burrowing under the exposed roots of old trees, drinking rainwater and eating grubs he could claw out from logs or from underneath rocks. At night he would roam the forest, always searching for a better nest. Occasionally he would climb trees to rest only to be awoken by the his connection to the force warning him of drexl swooping in, forcing him to scarper and hide among the roots again. His connection to the force kept him alive in the wild as a child, allowing him to grow.
As he grew, so did his taste. As an child, he began to hunt vermin. Their agile feet for more than a match for him at first, but as his frustration grew, so did his power. He became faster and faster with each failed hunt, and more and more he could predict where his prey would turn. Until finally he caught one. A soft feathered flightless bird, no larger than an apple. He stripped the feathers and skin with his mouth and devoured it whole. Complete with his meal he moved on. Each hunt as a child went much the same, until he couldn't hunt without an overpowering sense of rage and frustration. Sometimes prey would escape, and sorrow and hunger were tied together as well. Still he fed well as child, and grew quickly.
As an adolescent, the hunts grew in size, bringing him into direct conflict with other predators. The jungle cats scarred his skin and spilled his blood often, forcing him to leave his kills behind and flee. Their muscled bodies and sharp claws were more than a match for him. He countered by eating all his kills on the move, often carrying dead beasts on his shoulders as he ran. In between kills, he sharpened his claws on stones and watched other predators from hiding places. He found he could hide better under water and began to hunt at riverside, dragging his prey underwater and leaving it weighted down at the bottom of rivers to eat later. The meat sickened him at first, but soon his stomach grew accustomed to rotten flesh. After losing another kill to predators, a tree branch fell from the canopy and shattered his shoulder. He carried the branch back to the river, leaving on the shore as he ate from his stores and healed. Days later when he was well, He took his branch and sulked to a cave where a great cat lived. He waited until the beast came out, curious to the smell. He dove from his tree top hiding place and struck out with the great club smashing the tiger over and over until it died. Still in a frenzy, he used his hands to rip deep into the chest of the beast and pulled out it's heart and ate it. Flush with flesh and blood, he claimed his cave.
As he aged, he grew stronger still. Soon he found even better prey. Tall and slender, they looked like him but smaller and unscaled. They had slender hard limbs that could spray fire and could be discarded and regrown at a later date. They traveled in large packs and hunted well often making their own dens out of stone and wood. But were easy to startle and scare, and put up little resistance if ambushed. He would stalk their packs, hunting in the night and dragging down those who ventured too far from the pack. The tribe was large however, and often spent days hunting him back. Their defenses hurt more than any claw he had felt before, and he became better and better at not being seen. They didn't like to go underwater, and couldn't smell him as well as the drexl that sometimes shared their packs.
Eventually, they began to leave weaker members of the tribe behind, lashed to trees, and this appeased him. Whenever they caught sight of him, or signs of his passing, they would call out Sol'kanar to each other. Sometimes he watch him at night prepare the member that was to be fed to him. They would blind him and feed him nothing but animal fat and blood for days, before spilling his stomach with sharp stones. They took his blood and left it nearby in indented stones for him to drink. Sometimes larger predators would crash into the camp, and he would swoop in from the trees, dragging the predator off, lest they scare away his food. Soon after they made versions of him out of leaves and twigs, lifeless and still. They would call that Sol'kanar too. This pleased him greatly.
Sol'kanar grew even more until he was fifteen. One day a massive iron bird landed in the in the camp and God was birthed from his belly. Lord Tyrus LeVant. He came to find out the what darkness haunted Onderon's wilds and how to harness it. He was the same as tall thin herd, but he was more too. His fur was black and baggy, and his face was was hard grey stone. His hand held a long red claw, perfectly straight. He barked at the herd and storms poured from his hands, vomiting hot white lighting. Sol'kanar was enraged at the destruction of his food. He roared and charged, flinging a massive stone. The stone hung in the air between them. Sol'kanar shoved and struck the stone until is hands bleed. Finally he gave up and swung his mighty claws at God. His single red claw struck off Sol'kanar's hand at the wrist. His other hand was torn off at the elbow. Lighting baked his flesh, and Sol'kanar fell to the fury of the God.
He eventually awoke. His scales came off when he stood leaving hideous black piles of flesh. God stood before him. He made noises that eventually Sol'kanar would learn as words. He pushed his invisible fingers deep into Sol'kanar's skull, giving him language. They did nothing but speak for the first two weeks. God would point at an object, and Sol'kanar would name it. The punishment for wrong answers was severe. Sol'kanar feed on his reserves and learned. Then Sol'kanar was given a weak red claw, large enough to hold with both hands but too weak to harm God. The God taught him how to use what he called the “Training saber”. God's saber was not weak however, and Sol'kanar's flesh was tested to the limit. God told him of different ways to use the saber, but he said Sol'kanar's mind was too weak to use them. Sol'kanar was ashamed.
God taught him how to hone his rage to be stronger and faster. He taught him how to know where his prey would be, and where the predator would strike. God taught him to use his frustration and fear to burn with electricity. God taught and Sol'kanar listened and endured. Often god would leave inside spaceship, to go meet with other Gods. He left Sol'kanar behind, with a task. If the task wasn't complete, the training would end. Often it would be to hunt humans in the wild. Sol'kanar never failed. God was pleased. God told him about he was being made to slay the other Gods, for the strength of Sol'kanar's God. This made sense to him. Ten years, he lived in a cave near the burned out camp, doing the will of God.
After Ten years, Sol'kanar was given a new lightsaber, disassembled. He fixed it like God taught him, and then God would break it. Sol'kanar would fix it again, and God would break it again. Eventually God was pleased and Sol'kanar had a Gods lightsaber. After this, Slender gods with blue and green lightsabers began to roam the woods. Sol'kanar hunted them as he had hunted others. They were the toughest prey yet, but Sol'kanar proved himself too strong for them, and feasted upon God hearts.
When Sol'kanar was twenty six, God came to him. He told Sol'kanar that new god's had emerged. He called them Sith and said that he was to join them. Sol'kanar asked if he could join them, and God told him to wait. He said that Sol'kanar was to be used at the right moment. Sol'kanar told God that he had eaten the lesser gods of the forest and gained their power, and this upset God. God blasted Sol'kanar with lighting until his scales turned black and fell off. He made Sol'kanar say he would not eat any more Gods. Sol'kanar agreed. Training continued, but with more pauses between.
Nearly two years later, God landed in his spaceship and called to Sol'kanar. God was bloodied and lame. He demanded that Sol'kanar go with him on his spaceship back to a place he called Korriban. Sol'kanar was to kill the Gods that God wanted him to. But Sol'kanar doubted. As they flew, he became more and more sure that Gods did not bleed. They were not weak. Sol'kanar was ashamed again. He dove upon his master, tearing at him with his claws and teeth. The masters lighting burned his flesh, but Sol'kanar did not stop. He ate Gods heart. It tasted like hearts of his herd.
The ship landed on Korriban. Sol'kanar was scared at first, not knowing what was on this new dry land. Two Humans with metal fur and flame spitters came on board the ship, and Sol'kanar killed them. He grabbed one body on his shoulders as he once did and sprinted into the wilds of Korriban. He found another cave to live in, damp and smooth. He found plenty of prey as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: Sol'kanar watched them from the water. They used their lightsabers for light, bathing the cave red. They paced nervously for awhile, in silence. The taller moved in cautious circles, constantly checking the way behind them. The shorter one sat on a rock, his lightsaber loose in his grip. Sol'kanar moved with practiced stillness, floating slowly toward them.
“So a Jedi Watchmen goes up to a rancher on Ithor.” The tall one said
“Yeah” The smaller one said, his eyes brighting
“And he says to the rancher, “I've heard of reports of animal attacks in this area, I need to check your animals for signs of an attack.”” The tall one continued. “The rancher starts to object, but the Jedi pulls out a piece of paper and says “You see this right here scum? This here is a writ of authority from the galactic senate. It means I can get to do anything I damn well please, and no one can do anything about it. So I will hear nothing more from you sir.”
The small man chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right” he finally added
“The rancher puts his hands up and walks back to his porch to sit down, and the Jedi goes into the corral to check on the animals. A few seconds later, he comes screaming and running down the hill, with three nexu cats chasing him. He yells “Help me!” at the rancher. The rancher yells back “Your writ Show him your damn writ!” The tall man finished.
The small man chuckles a moment before speaking, “The nexu cats ate the jedi right?”
A long sigh fills the cave. “Just keep looking. The master said we can't leave till we get our Shi-cho lesson. Who knows why it has to be here.
Sol'kanar had hoped that he'd hear new words, or perhaps some thing new, but he was just confused and frustrated. He stepped out of the water with a noisy splash, shaking the murky brown water from his scales in thick lines. He stared across the cave at the two horrified Sith, barely big enough to be a meal together and smiled, igniting his lightsaber.
Race: Trandoshan
Age: 28
Birthplace: Onderon
Allegiance: Sith
Status: Hazing ritual/cave monster
Rank: Initiate
Height/Weight: 7'2” 410lbs
Appearance:
Mottled dark green and brown scales and thick cord muscle lace this massive trandoshan. Several bare patches on his chest and arms show blackened skin underneath his filth coated scales. Several unique birth defects mar his horrifying countenance further, a cleft pallet so severe it cleaves the upper jaw to the nostrils, and long thick tail that extends all the way to the ground. Three thick webbed fingers end in jagged rust colored claws. Murky green eyes stare out from deep set sockets shaded by a massive cranial ridge. Thick dull spikes circle his face and run down his spine to the tip of his tail. Thick scars line his entire body, a tiger's pattern of lighter hues. Sol'kanar does not own, nor does he wear any clothes although he does occasional wear bones tied to his legs or around his neck. His posture his hunched and wary and he runs in a curled gallop on three to four limbs, depending on if he is carrying anything.
Personality:
Sol'kanar is a feral amoral psychopath. His very loose grasp of basic and lack of understanding of social situations means that he doesn't have friends, or understand the concept of friends. The only two relationships he understands on any level are the predator/prey relationship and the predator/predator relationship. When hunting, he single mindedly chases his foes with impressive speed and stealth before descending on them and overwhelming them with his massive strength. When outnumbered or outmatched, he flees the scene at top speed and tries to find a place to hide. He places his own well being and strength first, and his pleasure in the defeat of his next meal second. He understands that there is power beyond his own however, and seeks to gain it by eating the hearts of those he deems worthy. If deemed unimportant however, Sol'kanar will purposely remove the heart, as to not accidentally eat it and weaken himself.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Equipment: A single phase Long-handle lightsaber with a red crystal
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Feeble
Charisma - Feeble
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Unskilled
Telepathic - Unskilled
Body- Adept
Sense- Apprentice
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Apprentice
Combat Training: Expert hand to hand, Expert blunt weapon, Expert Thrown weapon
Force Training: Dark Rage (Adept)
Other Training: Adept Stealth, Expert Swimming, Expert Climbing
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Specialist
Makashi-
Soresu-
Ataru-
Shien/Djem So-
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-
Juyo-
Double Bladed Combat-
Biography:
Tankrik was born on Onderon to Pekami and Sulth, a pair of wandering bounty hunters. Upon seeing their child for the first time they were horrified. Tankrik was huge and mutated, screamed all the time, and often bit them. They spent a year on Onderon with Sol'kanar, before their revulsion toward their child grew too much to bear. They sold what belongings they couldn't carry with them, leaving Tankrik to the mercy of the wilds. They live still, on Nar Shadda, but neither would recognize the other if they saw them.
In the wilds, Tankrik found shelter by burrowing under the exposed roots of old trees, drinking rainwater and eating grubs he could claw out from logs or from underneath rocks. At night he would roam the forest, always searching for a better nest. Occasionally he would climb trees to rest only to be awoken by the his connection to the force warning him of drexl swooping in, forcing him to scarper and hide among the roots again. His connection to the force kept him alive in the wild as a child, allowing him to grow.
As he grew, so did his taste. As an child, he began to hunt vermin. Their agile feet for more than a match for him at first, but as his frustration grew, so did his power. He became faster and faster with each failed hunt, and more and more he could predict where his prey would turn. Until finally he caught one. A soft feathered flightless bird, no larger than an apple. He stripped the feathers and skin with his mouth and devoured it whole. Complete with his meal he moved on. Each hunt as a child went much the same, until he couldn't hunt without an overpowering sense of rage and frustration. Sometimes prey would escape, and sorrow and hunger were tied together as well. Still he fed well as child, and grew quickly.
As an adolescent, the hunts grew in size, bringing him into direct conflict with other predators. The jungle cats scarred his skin and spilled his blood often, forcing him to leave his kills behind and flee. Their muscled bodies and sharp claws were more than a match for him. He countered by eating all his kills on the move, often carrying dead beasts on his shoulders as he ran. In between kills, he sharpened his claws on stones and watched other predators from hiding places. He found he could hide better under water and began to hunt at riverside, dragging his prey underwater and leaving it weighted down at the bottom of rivers to eat later. The meat sickened him at first, but soon his stomach grew accustomed to rotten flesh. After losing another kill to predators, a tree branch fell from the canopy and shattered his shoulder. He carried the branch back to the river, leaving on the shore as he ate from his stores and healed. Days later when he was well, He took his branch and sulked to a cave where a great cat lived. He waited until the beast came out, curious to the smell. He dove from his tree top hiding place and struck out with the great club smashing the tiger over and over until it died. Still in a frenzy, he used his hands to rip deep into the chest of the beast and pulled out it's heart and ate it. Flush with flesh and blood, he claimed his cave.
As he aged, he grew stronger still. Soon he found even better prey. Tall and slender, they looked like him but smaller and unscaled. They had slender hard limbs that could spray fire and could be discarded and regrown at a later date. They traveled in large packs and hunted well often making their own dens out of stone and wood. But were easy to startle and scare, and put up little resistance if ambushed. He would stalk their packs, hunting in the night and dragging down those who ventured too far from the pack. The tribe was large however, and often spent days hunting him back. Their defenses hurt more than any claw he had felt before, and he became better and better at not being seen. They didn't like to go underwater, and couldn't smell him as well as the drexl that sometimes shared their packs.
Eventually, they began to leave weaker members of the tribe behind, lashed to trees, and this appeased him. Whenever they caught sight of him, or signs of his passing, they would call out Sol'kanar to each other. Sometimes he watch him at night prepare the member that was to be fed to him. They would blind him and feed him nothing but animal fat and blood for days, before spilling his stomach with sharp stones. They took his blood and left it nearby in indented stones for him to drink. Sometimes larger predators would crash into the camp, and he would swoop in from the trees, dragging the predator off, lest they scare away his food. Soon after they made versions of him out of leaves and twigs, lifeless and still. They would call that Sol'kanar too. This pleased him greatly.
Sol'kanar grew even more until he was fifteen. One day a massive iron bird landed in the in the camp and God was birthed from his belly. Lord Tyrus LeVant. He came to find out the what darkness haunted Onderon's wilds and how to harness it. He was the same as tall thin herd, but he was more too. His fur was black and baggy, and his face was was hard grey stone. His hand held a long red claw, perfectly straight. He barked at the herd and storms poured from his hands, vomiting hot white lighting. Sol'kanar was enraged at the destruction of his food. He roared and charged, flinging a massive stone. The stone hung in the air between them. Sol'kanar shoved and struck the stone until is hands bleed. Finally he gave up and swung his mighty claws at God. His single red claw struck off Sol'kanar's hand at the wrist. His other hand was torn off at the elbow. Lighting baked his flesh, and Sol'kanar fell to the fury of the God.
He eventually awoke. His scales came off when he stood leaving hideous black piles of flesh. God stood before him. He made noises that eventually Sol'kanar would learn as words. He pushed his invisible fingers deep into Sol'kanar's skull, giving him language. They did nothing but speak for the first two weeks. God would point at an object, and Sol'kanar would name it. The punishment for wrong answers was severe. Sol'kanar feed on his reserves and learned. Then Sol'kanar was given a weak red claw, large enough to hold with both hands but too weak to harm God. The God taught him how to use what he called the “Training saber”. God's saber was not weak however, and Sol'kanar's flesh was tested to the limit. God told him of different ways to use the saber, but he said Sol'kanar's mind was too weak to use them. Sol'kanar was ashamed.
God taught him how to hone his rage to be stronger and faster. He taught him how to know where his prey would be, and where the predator would strike. God taught him to use his frustration and fear to burn with electricity. God taught and Sol'kanar listened and endured. Often god would leave inside spaceship, to go meet with other Gods. He left Sol'kanar behind, with a task. If the task wasn't complete, the training would end. Often it would be to hunt humans in the wild. Sol'kanar never failed. God was pleased. God told him about he was being made to slay the other Gods, for the strength of Sol'kanar's God. This made sense to him. Ten years, he lived in a cave near the burned out camp, doing the will of God.
After Ten years, Sol'kanar was given a new lightsaber, disassembled. He fixed it like God taught him, and then God would break it. Sol'kanar would fix it again, and God would break it again. Eventually God was pleased and Sol'kanar had a Gods lightsaber. After this, Slender gods with blue and green lightsabers began to roam the woods. Sol'kanar hunted them as he had hunted others. They were the toughest prey yet, but Sol'kanar proved himself too strong for them, and feasted upon God hearts.
When Sol'kanar was twenty six, God came to him. He told Sol'kanar that new god's had emerged. He called them Sith and said that he was to join them. Sol'kanar asked if he could join them, and God told him to wait. He said that Sol'kanar was to be used at the right moment. Sol'kanar told God that he had eaten the lesser gods of the forest and gained their power, and this upset God. God blasted Sol'kanar with lighting until his scales turned black and fell off. He made Sol'kanar say he would not eat any more Gods. Sol'kanar agreed. Training continued, but with more pauses between.
Nearly two years later, God landed in his spaceship and called to Sol'kanar. God was bloodied and lame. He demanded that Sol'kanar go with him on his spaceship back to a place he called Korriban. Sol'kanar was to kill the Gods that God wanted him to. But Sol'kanar doubted. As they flew, he became more and more sure that Gods did not bleed. They were not weak. Sol'kanar was ashamed again. He dove upon his master, tearing at him with his claws and teeth. The masters lighting burned his flesh, but Sol'kanar did not stop. He ate Gods heart. It tasted like hearts of his herd.
The ship landed on Korriban. Sol'kanar was scared at first, not knowing what was on this new dry land. Two Humans with metal fur and flame spitters came on board the ship, and Sol'kanar killed them. He grabbed one body on his shoulders as he once did and sprinted into the wilds of Korriban. He found another cave to live in, damp and smooth. He found plenty of prey as well.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample: Sol'kanar watched them from the water. They used their lightsabers for light, bathing the cave red. They paced nervously for awhile, in silence. The taller moved in cautious circles, constantly checking the way behind them. The shorter one sat on a rock, his lightsaber loose in his grip. Sol'kanar moved with practiced stillness, floating slowly toward them.
“So a Jedi Watchmen goes up to a rancher on Ithor.” The tall one said
“Yeah” The smaller one said, his eyes brighting
“And he says to the rancher, “I've heard of reports of animal attacks in this area, I need to check your animals for signs of an attack.”” The tall one continued. “The rancher starts to object, but the Jedi pulls out a piece of paper and says “You see this right here scum? This here is a writ of authority from the galactic senate. It means I can get to do anything I damn well please, and no one can do anything about it. So I will hear nothing more from you sir.”
The small man chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right” he finally added
“The rancher puts his hands up and walks back to his porch to sit down, and the Jedi goes into the corral to check on the animals. A few seconds later, he comes screaming and running down the hill, with three nexu cats chasing him. He yells “Help me!” at the rancher. The rancher yells back “Your writ Show him your damn writ!” The tall man finished.
The small man chuckles a moment before speaking, “The nexu cats ate the jedi right?”
A long sigh fills the cave. “Just keep looking. The master said we can't leave till we get our Shi-cho lesson. Who knows why it has to be here.
Sol'kanar had hoped that he'd hear new words, or perhaps some thing new, but he was just confused and frustrated. He stepped out of the water with a noisy splash, shaking the murky brown water from his scales in thick lines. He stared across the cave at the two horrified Sith, barely big enough to be a meal together and smiled, igniting his lightsaber.
