Post by nerfherder on Apr 4, 2015 7:32:11 GMT -5
Name: Graarharken
Race: Wookiee
Age: 165 standard years (29 wookiee years)
Birthplace: Kashyyk
Allegiance: Whoever pays, but has interest in the Republic
Status: Mercenary
Rank: He’d like to think he’s a captain of some kind, but he isn’t.
Height/Weight: 9’0 (274 cm), 230 kilos (507 lb)
Appearance: Extremely tall, black fur with white streaks on his face. Scars all over, but the most noticeable one goes diagonally across his face. Muscular, but heavy. Has large jutting fangs, which are a murky white colour due to poor dental care. Has a goofy and amusing smile. Under his armour, he wears an ammo bandolier that goes diagonally across his chest, and surprisingly for his race, pants. He wears a large vest under his armour as well
Personality: He knows full well that he is maybe the tallest Wookiee in galactic history, and he utilizes this fact. Mostly he uses it in jokes, but he knows how to use his size to intimidate when he wants to. He has a strong sense of justice, which has waned over his years as a gun for hire. He won’t object to the occasional ethically questionable act, but will not murder an innocent for any amount of money. He has always been a little bit of a sulk, and gets frustrated easily if he doesn’t understand something. He usually sulks if a big hunt goes wrong, or if he doesn't get his way. You can say he's a little childish. He is often irritated about the language barrier he has between him and most people, because he cannot speak Galactic Basic. This has soured relations with many people, and it’s a pet peeve of his. He's been saving up for a top of the line translation droid for some time, in an attempt to overcome this problem. The barrier doesn’t stop him from trying, though. He’ll talk your ear off, whether you can understand what he’s saying or not. He is known for his way with women on his home planet, and he doesn’t seem to of grasped that he is not conventionally attractive outside of his own kin. He’ll most likely flirt with a woman he deems attractive, and will show confusion and bewilderment when he is most likely rejected. He does have a respect for women, something his father taught him from a young age. His father taught him how to be more charismatic at a younger age to try and help him make friends. He would buy holovids offworld to show his son how to speak properly with others and how to make deals and the like. While this didn't help his situation at the time, the lessons stuck. He still remembers the things he was taught to this day, and can convince you to think his way rather easily
Ships/Vehicles: He flies a Dynamic Class Freighter, the same kind of ship as the Ebon Hawk. His was won in a game of Dejarik with a drunken ship collector; He quickly left with it before he could change his mind. His was a light black/gray combination, and had a large skull painted on the top of it, presumably an artistic choice chosen by its previous owner. The ship had a ray and particle shield system, which was quite modern despite the model of ship. Its sublight drive was an Ion Drive, allowing it to reach impressive speeds for a freighter. There was two quad laser cannnons on the wing tips of the ship, and had proton torpedo’s store under the ship. There was an anti-personnel repeating blaster in each room, allowing the pilot to kill others in the ship if required. There was also one near the entrance of the ship, allowing unwanted visitors to be repelled if need be. The ships major drawback was how slow it was with turning; Enemy's behind the ship could always get good shots before the ship turned. Graarharken loved his ship like his own child though, and if you scratched the paint, run. Run for your life.
Equipment: Graarharken carries arround a modified bowcaster, which he has extensively worked on. It fires harder and louder than a normal bowcaster, and if he's hard pressed for ammo he can jury rig it to accept normal blaster clips. He wears an armored suit, which is pieces of other armors patched together. It includes Sith trooper armor, pieces of an old Mandalorian Neo Crusader armor set, Some pieces of scrap metal from a crashed ship and a combat suit for padding. While it looks scrappy and unimpressive, its pretty good armor. Graarharken hopes that one day he might get a good suit of armor custom made, but you know much that costs. Graarharken also carries two Ryyk Blades and is well versed in the way of the Wookie Berserker.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength -Legendary
Agility -Feeble
Intelligence -Average
Charisma - Superior
Combat Training: Ryyk Blades: Adept
Bowcaster Use: Expert
Hand to Hand: Novice (He is strong, but he doesn't understand the finer niches of hand to hand combat)
Other Training: Piloting:Expert
Repair and Salvaging: Master
Drink Driving: Grand Master
Eating: Omnipotent
Biography: Born to former warrior Graarkarras and tailor Wrrleeta, Graarharken was destined for greatness, or so he was told. His father was one of the best damn fighters in village history, and his mother made clothing of the highest quality. Graarharken was born with a disability, however. He was born with a severe case of Gigantism, and the village doubted he would live past his infantile years. While he did, he was not very good at much. He was too slow to chase down animals to hunt, too big to hide, too uncoordinated to sew and make clothing, and too proud to ask for assistance. His village saw shame and failure in Graarharken, his only friends being his mother and father. At the age of 12 years, he made the decision to run away from home. He ran from his village and down the shadowlands, where he lived for a few weeks. During those few weeks he lived on berries and anything he could scavenge, and lived a miserable existence. He eventually happened upon a small hut, which housed an elderly wookiee that revealed himself to be his grandfather, Graarterrias. Graarterrias left the village mysteriously before Graarharken was born, but it raised a question as to why he wasn't told about his grandfather. Graarharken stayed with his grandfather for a while, and learned valuable lessons from him. His grandfather was a Force Adept, and while Graarharken wasn't gifted with the power of the force, he could still learn. Graarterrias taught Graarharken how to meditate, which cleared his mind. Graarterrias knew of Graarharkens problems and weakness, and believed that his teachings could unlock Graarharkens potential. Graarharken stayed with his grandfather for the next 20 standard years, and while his kin grew up and went through the rite of adulthood, and eventually had children, Graarharken stayed in the shadowlands on a quest for self improvement. Alongside meditation, Graarterrias personally tutored Graarharken on how to fight and hunt properly, and help him come to terms with his extreme size. One day, Graarterrias told Graarharken that his training was complete. He had meditated for years and years, and through patience and practice, he had unlocked his potential. One day, his grandfather told him there was no longer anything that he could teach, and that it was his time to face his village and show them the powerful Wookiee he had become. Graarharken agreed, and finally returned home. He first went to his parents home, where he was greeted warmly. He asked the question on why his grandfather was in the Shadowlands, and his parents fell silent. They explained that when he was young, his grandfather was weak. He was terrible at everything and was destined for failure. He never got the chance to go through the rite of adulthood due to his weakness, but he did something to get himself exiled. He eloped with the chieftan's daughter, and Graarkarras was the child. The Chieftan did not want anything to do with him, so he forgot he ever existed. Graarharken was disgusted, but there was nothing he could do. Graarterrias would not return to the village no matter what, he said so himself. Graarharken told his parents of his pilgrimage, and what he had been doing for the past two decades. They understood, but explained to him that the village had disowned him for running away. However, the great hunt was soon upon them. Anybody could participate, and while Graarharken didn't quite care what they thought, he wanted to show them how far he had come.
Much to the chagrin and surprise of the other hunters, he did show up. Without a weapon or any kind of protection, they assumed it was some kind of joke. Graarharken assured them he was dead serious, and asked them to follow him. Since he had been in the Shadowlands so long, he knew where most of the forests animals and beasts were. He lead them to a cave, where a deadly Terentatek lived. The other hunters screamed and panicked when he yelled at the creature and drew its ire. Two ran away, One climbed up a tree and the rest stood there and watched in disbelief. The Terentatek sprinted up to the fearless Wookiee and roared directly at his face. Graarharken, unphased, looked the monster directly in the eyes and grabbed it by the neck. With one quick movement, he snapped its neck. The hunters who had not already left were In complete shock. He dug his finger nails into its head and with a bit of a pull, tore its head clean off. He returned to the village and dropped the beasts head at the feet of the Chieftain, who was at a loss for words. He was hailed a hero and a champion for the kill he brought in, and was loved and respected by all in the village. It didn't feel right to Graar though. How could the people who hated and ridiculed him not too long ago now just love and respect him at the drop of a hat?
He was even asked to be chieftan for his amazing kill, but declined. He didn't want to lead the people that hated and ostracized him. He would eventually come to leave, and would go to make his fortune off world. Ever since then he has been selling his services as a Mercenary. His grandfather taught him how to fire a Bowcaster well, and how to repair and salvage things, so he could fix and upgrade his gear. He's been looking for companionship over the years, but is yet to find it. He never had a friend when he was a kid, and it grated on him.
He has yet to stay with any kind of group or army for any set length of time, he's always on the move through the galaxy. If you live on a planet with a star port, chances is he's been there.
If you've got the credits and the patience to hear him talk to you, Graarharken will be there to get the job done with skill and precision. And food. Definitely bring food.
Roleplay Sample:
"I trust the job went on without a hitch?" The Twilek asked, stirring her drink.
"Yep." Graarharken proudly growled.
Graarharken had been working with this woman for some time. The jobs were all more or less the same, kill a slaver. They always met in the same cantina, at the same table. He assumed she was a former slave with a bit of grudge, but with the amount of slavers she was having him kill, it seemed a bit more then that. Graarharken had no problem with it. Slavers were despicable people, and he loved nothing more then to kill despicable people.
The twilek sniffed the air for a second, before quickly pinching her nose and gasping.
"Tell me you didn't." She groaned. Graarharken smiled, and revealed a soggy bag with red liquid dripping out.
"With my bare hands." He smiled.
He dropped the bag on the table near the Twileks drink with a soft squelching sound.
"Answer me this. You carry around a modified bowcaster and two of those Ryyk blade things, yet you choose to tear the guys head off. Why?" The Twilek asked, slapping the bag off the table.
"Reminds me off home." He replied, scratching his forehead.
"Ah. That'd explain it." The Twilek replied.
There was an awkward silence for a minute or so, until the Twilek remembered that she hadn't paid yet.
"Here you go. The agreed amount." She smiled as she pushed a credit chip forward.
Graarharken picked it up, and was surprised. 5000 credits. That was quite a lot for a simple job. He didn't even have to go offworld.
"Whats with the sudden pay rise? You've been pretty frugal with the cash all other times." He asked, putting the chip in his stitched on pocket.
"Well." She started as she stood up.
"You've been an invaluable asset. I'll be in contact for further jobs. Just... In the future, don't bring me back any heads. I trust you enough to go on your word." She asked as she began to leave.
"Yeah, sure!" He yelled as she walked out.
The large wookiee leaned back in his chair and laughed to himself.
"I'll bring back an arm instead."
