Post by Ash on Jun 5, 2015 5:19:39 GMT -5
Name:Toraga Fel
Nicknames: Tora. The Rogue Hero
Race:Ferrerreo/Sephi
Age:36
Birthplace:Corellia
Allegiance: Himself, and sometimes the Republic.
Status: Active
Rank: What’s this?
Height/Weight: 6”1’ 220lbs
Appearance: Toraga is a tall young man, with messy black/blue hair, and shining blue eyes. He usually comes off as wild looking, especially with his fairly long canine teeth, but he himself calls it roguish, and sticks to it. His normal attire is a stripped down set of armor: A brown chestpiece held by lighter brown armorweave straps, brown pants, again with brown straps, and a blue and white piece of beskar'gam to protect his organs. A left bracer and shin/knee guards on both legs are the only thick metal pieces he has, save for the organ protector. Fingerless gloves and bands covering his elbows, made of armorweave, complete his set. Most of his arms, especially his right arm, are open to the elements.
Toraga does wear normal clothes as needed, which change as the weather and environment call for it, but usually consist of black pants and jacket that’s always open. It is also pretty common to see him rocking a pair of slick sunglasses.
A grin also accompanies his face, showing off his mass of confidence that he has. Toraga’s body is covered in scars, primarily the long slash’s on his chest and back. He also has bite marks on his left shoulder and forearm. Another large one is around his right shoulder, severing just enough nerves so he doesn’t feel anything below it. He still has full movement, but he does have a tendency to hit things really hard and not care.
Personality: Toraga is a character of a man, to say the least. He is usually very laid back, to the point of being outright lazy. However, he is very confident in his power and strength, and displays an almost arrogant confidence in his abilities. Though generally kind, Toraga will respond to any aggression directed towards him with even greater aggression, something which has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble at times.
Toraga is, by nature, cocky and perverted. He tends to humiliate any female that obstructs or attacks him, usually by striping their clothing. Although he usually presents a rough and perverted persona, deep down he is really a noble character (it's just that he marches to the beat of his own drum).
Toraga will also be kind to those less fortunate than himself, such as using the bully’s own antics against him, and then taking the person down a notch. One thing he does not slide at all is a woman’s tears, and will do anything he can to ‘make the waterworks stop.’ He doesn’t know when he picked up this habit, but it’s one of his few good points.
When it comes to fighting and the force, Toraga is someone who is up close and personal. He would have been considered a protégé, if he was properly trained. All he can really do is move frightening fast, protect himself, be it attacking or being attacked, sense things, and heal. He is extremely quick to pick up on something, and while not exactly book smart, is smart in other ways.
Ships/Vehicles:None currently
Equipment: Armor
Giant sword.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Average
Charisma – Above Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic-Apprentice
Telepathic-Adept
Body-Expert
Sense-Apprentice
Protection-Expert
Healing:–Apprentice
Destruction–Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Martial skills (Expert)
Brawling (Master)
Swordplay (with his sword only) Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tutaminis (expert)
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Improvising (Adept)
Stealth (Adept)
Lightsaber Training:
None
Biography: The Crash. (Age 0-8)
Toraga Fel, originally born Toraga Antilles, was born to A Firrerreo father named Duraga Antilles (He was adopted) and a Sephi named Seku. He doesn’t remember this family, however. As a baby, his father, a force user who left the Jedi, knew him to be strong with the force, but didn’t want him to be taken by the jedi. Luckily, he had enough money saved up while working on Corellia to be able to move him and his family elsewhere, but, for some backwards reason, decided to do so in style and make a vacation out of it, mainly to try to throw off any pursuers. This was when Toraga was around one.
Everything was fine and dandy at first as the cruiser made its way around the galaxy, at least up until terrorists sabotaged the hyperdrive and sublight engines, causing them to go way off course. By the time that they were able to get it fixed, they were long off course, and came out dangerously close to the planet Felucia. The cruiser was caught in the gravity well of the planet, and pulled to the surface.
There were very few survivors, but somehow Toraga managed to, among the mangled corpses of his parents. Besides him was a mandalorian, though greatly wounded, a Warden of the Sky who happened to be on board, a military veteran, the ship’s captain, and a young girl named Claire, who was about the same age as Toraga, and a few other families that were lucky.
It was not a pleasant planet to be on. They were lucky to crash in the forest near a body of fresh water. The ship was still in good enough shape to be used for housing. All in all, things could have been much worse.
Within the first year, three people were killed, and the Mandalorian died of his wounds sustained early on. The only real protectors right now was the Warden, named Cassius Fel, the veteran, a burly man named Damien Woods, and the captain named Anna Stone.
They were able to scrap a few cannons from the cruiser and get a decent line of defense. That, combined with the working shield generator, and you had some good things going on, for a while at least.
Cassius was the person who took charge of managing the survivors, and was the one who continuously risked his life out on the planet when the ship’s food and water supplies started to dwindle. When not out forging for the survivor’s, he was working with the very young Toraga as the child was strong with the force, and needed to be strong to help out with surviving, if they all lived long enough.
As the years went on, the survivors, natives Felucians, and wildlife fell into a sort of routine. When Toraga was around the age of four, he was one of the few survivors left, along with Cassius, Anna, and Claire. Damien was ambushed when he was out with Cassius, and brutally mauled to death. The other survivors slowly fell themselves as they had to take up more responsibilities.
Before Toraga even hit seven years of age, he was already being trained to fight and survive, in case something happened. Claire was also in training, but due to her lack of force abilities, it was somewhat limited. Because the use of blasters were years gone by now, they were forced to use more archaic weapons, such as swords and the like.
Toraga was simply taught some simple martial arts that the Wardens of the Sky used, which would be enhanced by the force. Claire was more of the weapons fighter, using the natives skullblades from killed Felucians
About the age of 8, Anna was killed by one of the predators, leaving Cassius all alone with the children, who were still much too young and small to be of any real use for survival, but still Cassius did all he could to care for the children.
The loss (Age 8-15)
Even if Toraga was smaller than Claire, simply due to his blood, he still took it upon himself to help protect the girl whenever Cassius was gone. He worked hard on his non-psychical capabilities of the force using methods that Cassius taught him. All the telepathic mumbo jumbo was never even brought up to the young force sensitive, but rather focused on what was needed for pure survival. He was taught about how defense could be the best offense: “Make your body unbreakable, and you cannot lose.”
It wasn’t until around the age of 10 and 11 that Toraga actually caught up to Claire in terms of height. His basic force abilities were enough to make him stronger than the girl was, as well as his constant workouts that Cassius has him doing.
When Toraga was 12, Cassius returned to their little hideout, missing an arm and badly wounded. The man was attacked by the Felucians and wildlife, who had, until then, been relatively relaxed for the past couple of years. Though Cassius managed to pull through and recover, he was crippled, and had to be much more careful.
This was when Toraga was finally able to venture further outside the ship than he had done before. He was armed with little more than some light armor his fists, and all the defensive abilities he was taught. Together, they were able to find plenty of food and recover enough water to last them a while.
For the next two years, things progressed like this, and all three were eventually out together to survive. They still used the crashed ship as their main area for rest, but they forged out further and further so they could. Claire was usually left back with the ship to defend it from any possible attack.
At the age of 15, when Toraga and Cassius were out, they were both set upon by Felucians, including a Rancor. Cassius stayed back to take care of the rancor and most of the Felucians. Toraga used all his skills in the force and martial arts to escape, taking a few of the locals down as he retreated back to the ship.
The ship was also being assaulted on by Felucians, and Claire was doing her best to hold them off, but was slowly being pushed back. Toraga moved up fast, using the force as best he could to clear a path to the woman. The Felucians, also force sensitive, put up a good fight against the young man, but he managed to make it to the woman, who was wounded pretty badly.
Toraga took her and simply ran away from the ship, trying to get as far away as possible, up until his body, even with the force, refused to move, and he couldn’t sense any of the Felucians. There, he tried to use what little of the force he could for healing to try to save Claire, but all he could do was make it less painful for the young woman, who died that night in his arms, amiss both of them confessing their love for one another.
The Captive (age 15-18)
Toraga couldn’t handle losing both his master and his love, the two remaining people in his life, and he snapped. He stayed at this place long enough to bury Claire and build a tombstone for his master, he stalked his way to the ship. Any local in his way was killed by the man ravaged by his emotions.
Even if Toraga never got full training in many aspects of the force, he still managed to fight his way to the crashed ship, he was just lucky he didn’t run into any Rancor’s. His punch force was enough to omit the armor most the Felucians wore, but he wasn’t quite strong enough yet to take on a Rancor.
He scavenged a few supplies, including some of the armor from the long dead Mandalorian, and made a run for it. He knew the Felucians would be tracking him, most likely hoping to kill him. Why they suddenly decided to was beyond him, but he knew he had to get away.
On his third day of his flight he began to sense darkness and pain, but didn’t know what could be causing it. He buried the armor and gear he had, and began to run faster. Ultimately, he was surrounded by Felucians and a few Rancor mounts, but these looked different; darker than before.
Upon being taken away, Toraga was brought face to face with a Zabrak man, who seemed to be controlling these people. Toraga was thrown into a cage, half of which was a small cave. From there, Toraga was mostly starved and tortured by the Zabrak Dark Jedi, working on breaking the young man. After months, however, Toraga never fell, though he was broken mentally, seeing all the people who he survived with, mainly Cassius and Claire.
While in this state, the Dark Jedi continued to coax the breaking man, using the force to mentally assault him in the ways that he would listen to: by pretending to be Claire, Cassius, or whoever else. Finally, Toraga broke, and he didn’t even realize it.
The Zabrak now took it upon himself to hone the man. Regularly, this involved him being tortured, or fighting either a mass of locals or wildlife, including ackleys. Constantly, he was injured, and nearly lost his right arm, but managed to recover and keep living.
Past the age of 16 now, Toraga was nothing but a hollow man, mentally drained from the constant abuse his body and mind had to take. Try as he might, however, the Dark Jedi couldn’t get past one final barrier to have Toraga slip fully to the darkside, and it was that barrier which helped Toraga survive the constant conflict.
Before Toraga hit 17, the Dark Jedi grew tired of Toraga’s unbreaking final barrier, and subjugated him to constant torment and barbaric acts for months, only letting up long enough to let him sleep and eat to keep his strength somewhat up. It also seemed like Toraga grew use to the constant torture, as it affected him less and less. In truth, the man was just lost inside his own head with Claire and Cassius, who he held onto.
After Toraga turned 17, the Dark Jedi left the planet abruptly, leaving the Felucians to do whatever it was they did, and gave the chieftains orders to continue to try to break the man. This continued for a short while, before Toraga’s two constant mental companions urged him to escape.
Summoning his will, Toraga broke the bars of his cage, and escaped from the Felucians, listening to Cassius’s voice on how to hide himself from the locals. He continued to run, going back to the place where he hid the armor and supplies. There, he stayed for a few nights to recover his strength, then, listening to the voices of his dead companions, escaped back to the long abandoned ship he once called home.
Once here, Toraga was told to meditate, and the voices of his two companions left him. Toraga stayed here for some time, but knew he needed to get moving soon, or else the Dark Jedi would come looking for him, and he didn’t think he would be able to survive him once again.
The Freedom (age 18-25)
Toraga gathered up food and supplies from the ship and surrounding area, and left, fallowing his senses to where he believed he would be safe. He did need to fight off some wild creatures, but it was nothing like he was forced to endure previously. For days Toraga trekked on, stopping occasionally to sleep and eat. He was lucky to not come into contact with the Felucians, and used their skills of blending into the surrounding area to his advantage when he didn’t wish to fight any fauna.
A little after a week into his forced march, Toraga heard a sound he has never heard before coming from the sky. He quickly scaled the plants to the sky, and watched as a ship broke through the atmosphere and land not far away. Ecstatic that he may have found a way off this planet, Toraga ran that way as fast as he could, but stopped short of the landing area, feeling out with his senses to get a feel for who was in the clearing. Sensing no hostility, Toraga walked forward nice and slow, and made initial contact.
Toraga briefly explained his situation to these people, who let themselves know that they were Mandalorians. They offered transport off this planet in exchange for work. They were here to capture a human man who had a nice bounty on his head. The Mandalorians tracked their bounty to this planet. Toraga told them he didn’t know of any other ship landing, but the Mandalorians said that they were here, and Toraga would help if he wanted off the planet.
The Mandalorians pointed in the direction of the beacon, some few kilometers north, and, with Toraga in the lead with who appeared to be the head Mandalorian, broke brush to the cleanly hidden ship. No one was around, Toraga senses, so they set up an ambush. With Toraga’s senses, he knew when the man would show up, when he got close at least, and the Mandalorians got their bounty, which was Toraga’s ticket off. True to their word, the Mandalorians took the man with them.
For a while, Toraga traveled with this group of people, traveling the galaxy and getting use to the mass of people he never grew up with. It was a great experience, and Toraga felt a sense of welcome he never had before. He enjoyed his time with the Mandalorians, but didn’t feel that the life of a bounty hunter was right for him. He was taken to Nar Shaddaa, deep within Hutt Space, and offered a job as a bouncer at a club in the red light sector.
Toraga, though he was 18 by now, still looked really young, and was just under average height of a human, so people were anxious about him working, however, he made up for his current height with his brawn and force skills, hefting large Zabrak and throwing him out of the club. Satisfied, Toraga was accepted as a live in worker.
Over the next year, he shot up in height, surpassing most people in height, as well as with, as his shoulders became broad. People fondly called him a hairless Wookie, even if they had strength on them that he didn't have.
When he was about 20, he was forced into a dangerous situation: the owner of the bar owed a large sum of money to a Hutt of some measure, and sent his boys after him. Of course, the Hairless Wookie wouldn't have any of this, and despite protests from the owner and others, he fought and killed.
That same night, he left the moon: simply put, he stole aboard a transport craft bound for some random location. That location happened to be Corellia, Coronet City to be exact, where he extracted himself.
Something tickled the back of his mind, and he knew that he was being fallowed. He remained casual, keeping his mind on his favorite thing: Women. When he was in an area with no people, he was firmly flipped around and thrown on his back. Standing over him was a woman with a cybernetic right arm smoking a cigarette. She also wore a grin worthy of his own.
This woman, Toraga quickly found out, was named Rebecca Lee, or Rev. Former Jedi who just couldn't live up to the standards the Jedi had. She was impatient, strong, and extremely ill tempered. While she had excellent skills in combat to take him down... constantly, she was an expert marksman. The reason she sought him out was because she felt him though the force and it didn't feel like any jedi. Also, she wanted to beat him due to women going endlessly through his mind.
With Rev's help, he began to develop his skills more: rather than fighting with brute strength alone.
Rev, a week after meeting up with Toraga, wasn't alone, but worked in a mercenary group with a few other force and non-force users: five others in total. Including Toraga, the total was now seven. Because, for some reason or another, perhaps because people were lazy, they just started calling him Tora.
Also, surprising to him, was he wasn't the largest near-human there. In fact, it was a human nicknamed Rock: at least, Toraga thought he was human. He could have been mistaken. He wasn't a xenobiologist. In addition to Rock, there was also a man named Chef, who was a former cook, ace marksman, and a massive pervert;Doc, a former jedi healer and the groups leader; Whisk, Doc, wife and former professional assassin for the Republic, and Tweaker, the hacker and the one who got the jobs for everyone: she was little more than a girl.
Things were pretty chill for the first few months he was there, as, well, they had to begin focusing Toraga to use the force, as more than just for survival, as was all he pretty much knew of it.
Despite this, he did get a part time job working as a waiter for some restaurant. He didn't care much for it, but it paid him and gave him plenty of spending money. He actually much rather have been a bouncer again, but you cant get everything you want.
For the next six months, things proceeded this way, with him working during most days, and, in in layman's terms, getting his rear handed to him at all other hours. Not only was Rev tossing him around like he was a rag-doll, but chef, the only person who could stand up to Rev at anything, showed up whats what with his beat-down style of fighting. Toraga took to this much more than he did with the weird jedi martial arts that Rev showed off.
A little after turning 20, Tweaker found a good job for the group. Unfortunately, it did involve pirates and some Hutts. Toraga, Rev, Chef, and Whisk were the main group, with Doc, Rock, and Tweaker staying back with their ship.
The group went to Tatooine, where they picked up on the lead of the pirates, who had been harassing the Hutts. It wasn't very hard, as a few drunks in a cantina were spewing about a big load they got from the hutts.
It wasn't very hard to fallow them to their shuttle, which went off to some, it looked like a stolen Republic Corvette. The next part was easy as some days later, they were sitting in space, sending off a distress signal: a fluke to draw the pirates to them. It worked like a charm.
They swooped in like hawk bats and docked with their freighter. Things went backwards for the pirates from there, as they weren't expecting much resistance from them. Force users, non force users, and even Tweaker hacking into the republic ship worked against them, and they took care of the pirates. It was all downhill from there as they got their sum of cash, and went back to resume their semi-regular lives on Corellia.
The next five years proceeded much like the past six months or so. By the end of it, Toraga was fired from four jobs, for one reason or another, and eventually gave up on work between the age of 24 and 25. His large amount of off time worked wonders for his body, ability, and social life.
I thought the hard part was over...(25-30)
Toraga was somewhere between 25 and 26 when he and everyone else went out on a mission that didn't exactly go as planned. They were on a mission to deal with pirates in the outer rim: which wasn't uncommon, but these were led by a T'surr, and he was a brutal man.
Even before making it to the Nar Shaddaa, they had a tail, which Doc was the first to pick up. They landed without incident on the planet, where, there, they were ambushed. Being the biggest, Rock took multiple bolts to his best and stomach, but rushed the large blue alien, obviously the T'surr leader.
Toraga and Chef were fending off who they could, Both beating down foe after foe. Rev and Doc went fled back to the ship to protect Tweaker, hoping that the others would make it out alive.
Not everyone did; Rock fell to his wounds, and had his head crushed underfoot of the T'surr, and Chef took a bolt to the shoulder, and was forced off into one of the canyons of the city. Toraga went to fight the large blue alien, was picked up by his head, and slammed into a wall.. repeatedly...
When he awoke, he didn't know where he was... or who he was... or the circumstances of why he was here. Something in his head told him to remain calm, and so he did. Along with him were a few other individuals: a human man who looked like he was half dead: two twi'leks who could have been wearing more, and a little sephi girl, hugging her knees to her chest.
A little coaxing and talking, he found her name was Mala, and she was taken from her mother mother: they were both captured as slaves. Toraga then fitted more pieces together and thought they were all slaves.
The five of them were sparely fed over the next two days while he learned what the others names were, save for the human man, who died a few hours after he woke up.
Toraga didn't remember much: which he found funny as he had no new wounds, and the only scars he had were the mass of them on his torso area. He remembered a portion of his name to, Tora, which was what he went by now, seeing as it was all he really had, save for another name going though his head:
Claire...
Why that name was constantly going through his head with no face attached to it, he couldn't place, but he had a feeling it was something important to him.
A few days after being captured, two slavers tried to take Mala away: Tora wasn't about to have that, and with prowess he didn't know he had, dispatched the slavers and kicked them away. The door open, he and the others tried to escape, until a big blue hand found Tora's face and pimp-slapped him. He didn't know how to put up any defenses and took the full force of it. He was mocked as a hero, and the girl was still taken away, along with the twi'leks. Now he was alone.
That didn't take long, as he was quickly fetched. He tried to resist but was shocked with some sort of shock stick. Fine, he would bide his time: He was taken out of the dungeon and to the surface of the planet: he was told it was Orvax IV, and here he would be sold off to whoever paid the most, and him being a healthy, strong, young man, even though he had amnesia, he could be sold for a large sum of credits.
Indeed, he was sold for nearly 10,00 credits, and later that day, he was off on his way to some planet called Bandomeer, where, for the rest of his miserable life, he would mine the Ionite from the planet.
He was given a specialized breathing mask, and all the tools he would use were down inside the mines. Tora was able to work out who had been working down in the mines for a short amount of time, from those who had been at it for a while: those had dead eyes and seemed to work on autopilot. What Tora found unusual was that there were no electronics, and everything was done by hand.
The first few weeks were hard for Tora as he adjusted to this new life. He also recalled a few other points in his memory, like his ability to use... something... that he was gifted with special powers, that he mostly kept hidden. A few other thinks stuck in his head too: a jungle planet, Rev, being a worker in a restaurant? Seemed like he had much on his resume.
When he was alone, or managed to get away from people, he thought, and there was plenty of time to think. A few months in and he realized he can influence people's minds, which helped him get away, when he needed it.
He figured he could also use that to escape this forsaken planet, but he couldn't leave without freeing some of the fellow slaves: most of them were in the same situation as him. Now where did this big heart come from?
He didn't make many friends while he was here, his only one really being a man named Moth. He was the third generation of his family to work in these mines, and since it was all he knew, he didn't have the glassy eyed look most other people had.
Moth, as well as his time alone away from work to think, kept Tora sane, even though he had a feeling he wouldn't remain so like moth. During his second year of slavery, He began to experience nightmares as his past and memories tried to resurface. Mind wasn't quite healed from when he was repeatedly slammed into the wall, but it was just enough to warrant more of a flow of memories.
It wasn't long before, one day, he just didn't wake up. For a month, he was comatose as his mind healed, and he had his memories returned. Unfortunately, a few days after getting them, his mind shut them out again to protect itself, and he was the same as he was before: an amnesiac
When Tora was 27, he was involved in a fight, where he had a picaxe go through his back, though a lung, and out his chest. Rather than fall like how the man thought, he had his heart ripped out by the now very angry man. Those who were with him tried to gang up on Tora, and were all beat down until the guards came and quelled everything.
Tora was hospitalized for a few days, but healed with a few new scars, which just added to his canvas of scars he already possessed. When he was released, he learned that Moth had died that day in the brawling. Toraga was now without his one and only friend now, and Moth's family wouldn't even talk to Tora now, seeing him alive and Moth wasn't.
Tora spent the time up until he was 28 in a depressive state, until he was taken off planet again: he was sold off because he wasn't working like he use to. He was sent off to the gladiatorial arena on Geonosis to serve.. whoever there.
Turns out he was less of a slave and more of a gladiator. He regained some small glint in his eyes now, and fight to survive, and with each fight, he felt more and more normal. Most of the time, it was against animals of some kind, but at times he was pitched against people: usually mandalorians. He stole some armor from them, using it for himself. He also managed to get his hands on a sword that was nearly as tall as he was. Despite its size, he managed to throw it around like it weighed nothing. It taxed his stamina, but it lasted him through fights. He normally carried it strapped to his back, and it didn't interfere with his usual brawling.t
On Geonosis, he didn't make any friends, but rivals, who were about the nex best thing. He was one of the few people in the pits who were actually a slave, whicn was pretty much why he didn't have much conflict with anyone.
When he was 29, he was nearly killed as he was trampled by a Reek. It took him months to recover from his wounds, but he came out on top. He spent only a small amount of time in the area before he managed to break out of his cage, kill a metric ton of Geonosians, and escape off planet in a ship. He went to the only place in the computer: Dac, better known as Mon Calamari.
As soon as he landed on Foamwander City, he sold the ship, and bought passage to Dantooine, mainly so he could hide out there from any slavers who may come after him. He was 30 now.
(30- )
Something that surprised him here on Dantooine was that there were Jedi: in his memory, he couldn't recall ever seeing or meeting any Jedi. To make a living, he worked on a farm, as well as at the temple doing manual labor. The Jedi knew he was sensitive to the force, and had some training, but couldn't do anything to him, save for help unlock his memory. He accepted that, and everything came flooded back as it was unlocked. He remembered his entire past with extreme clarity now, including Claire, who's face he had long forgotten. This brought a tear to his face.
He remained on Dantooine only for about a year, before he left. Besides having his memory unlocked, he also learned some things by simply observing the Jedi. He was glad he was never raised like they were: they didn't have any fun, which was what he wanted now. He purchased passage off the planet.
His destination: Zeltron. There, he got a job as a guard at a Courtesan guild, and helped out with the women there, as well as protect them. Now this was something he could get behind, and he did so for quite some time. He enjoyed his life, here.
Life was easy for him, as there weren't many fights, and he performed 'tricks' using the force. One of his more famous ones was using the force to nab tops off the Courtesans before they could react to him. After a year of working here, he was pretty damn good at that. Wouldn't be that useful in a fight, but it was a nice distraction.
When he was 33, news spread of an invasion across the galaxy: Mandalorians and Sith alike invading the galaxy. Dantooine and others fell, making him thankful that he wasn't on those planets. He also knew that he shouldn't hide out: Thinking back to when he first became a slave urged him to oppose the Mandalorians and Sith to ensure that they wouldn't take slaves.
Tora may or may not have stolen a light freighter to fallow the news around for Sith and mando activity, and came into his share of conflict.
One of note was he was attacked by a Sith warrior, and he was unarmed. Rather than being cut down, Tora simply hardnened his body and put protection around himself at the right time: He would literally punch the lightsaber away or catch it on his arm. He felt the burn of it, but it was like a wooden branch against his defense.
Over the next year, he worked with the Republic as a gun-for-hire, but never did officially join them. He also wasn't involved with any of their major conflicts. He became known thoughout other mercs and some of the Republic, as a sort of Hero, throwing himself into conflict and coming out perfectly fine, and his harassment of women. He was a bad boy: looking like he shouldn't even be 20, fighting like a master, and being a rogue to women. He started calling himself the Rogue Hero, which stuck because of how ridiculous it sounded.
The war only grew worse as time passed as the Republic was forced back, even with the intervention of the Jedi. He worked less with the Republic now, and more with simple mercs, doing whatever he could where the Republic couldn't touch.
Roleplay Sample: TORA! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!
Tora was vaguely aware of the entirely too loud Rev, with what felt much too early. He shifted his position some, feeling warmth on either side of him. He heard more yelling, but ignored it.
Then came the light as the door was opened. There was some high pitched screaming, the scrambling and footsteps of people... and then something smacking him in the head. That roused him more than anything. He opened his eyes early enough to see two women running out half dressed, and a Rev standing over him. He up, bleary eyed at the woman.
Now what you do that for?
[color=blue}Because you have a job to do besides mess around with floozies. Now throw your clothes on and lets go.[/color]
Yes Mooom. now get out so I can get dressed.[/b]
He was already getting dressed by this point, not caring that Rev was still standing there. She sighed, then left when he was half dressed.
------------Sometime later.------------
Toraga was heading to the old warehouse that he and everyone else used for training. He didn't bother changing out of his waiter's uniform, and simply threw a jacket on over his uniform.
Inside, everyone else was doing one thing or another: The loudest people were Rev and Chef working out and Tweaker typing up something. Rev stopped and looked over at Toraga when he walked in?
Were ya late?
No, made it in time, as always.
One of these days a woman is gonna be the death of ya.
And I would be perfectly content with that.
--------------Present day--------------
Toraga, still looking the same as always, looked down at a fallen Sith trooper, his helmet caved in the front and blood dripping out. For a few moments, Toraga's eyes had a dead look to them, but their normal bright light kicked in when he looked away.
It was funny how Sith thought they could take out a ship with a few people. It was also funny how his thoughts went back to Rev and the others... maybe because of someone who he was with on this transport reminded him of her. Regardless, the Sith were taken care of. He went back to where he previously was before they were boarded, ignoring everyone else as they looked at him differently now, and wished to be back to easier days.
Nicknames: Tora. The Rogue Hero
Race:Ferrerreo/Sephi
Age:36
Birthplace:Corellia
Allegiance: Himself, and sometimes the Republic.
Status: Active
Rank: What’s this?
Height/Weight: 6”1’ 220lbs
Appearance: Toraga is a tall young man, with messy black/blue hair, and shining blue eyes. He usually comes off as wild looking, especially with his fairly long canine teeth, but he himself calls it roguish, and sticks to it. His normal attire is a stripped down set of armor: A brown chestpiece held by lighter brown armorweave straps, brown pants, again with brown straps, and a blue and white piece of beskar'gam to protect his organs. A left bracer and shin/knee guards on both legs are the only thick metal pieces he has, save for the organ protector. Fingerless gloves and bands covering his elbows, made of armorweave, complete his set. Most of his arms, especially his right arm, are open to the elements.
Toraga does wear normal clothes as needed, which change as the weather and environment call for it, but usually consist of black pants and jacket that’s always open. It is also pretty common to see him rocking a pair of slick sunglasses.
A grin also accompanies his face, showing off his mass of confidence that he has. Toraga’s body is covered in scars, primarily the long slash’s on his chest and back. He also has bite marks on his left shoulder and forearm. Another large one is around his right shoulder, severing just enough nerves so he doesn’t feel anything below it. He still has full movement, but he does have a tendency to hit things really hard and not care.Personality: Toraga is a character of a man, to say the least. He is usually very laid back, to the point of being outright lazy. However, he is very confident in his power and strength, and displays an almost arrogant confidence in his abilities. Though generally kind, Toraga will respond to any aggression directed towards him with even greater aggression, something which has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble at times.
Toraga is, by nature, cocky and perverted. He tends to humiliate any female that obstructs or attacks him, usually by striping their clothing. Although he usually presents a rough and perverted persona, deep down he is really a noble character (it's just that he marches to the beat of his own drum).
Toraga will also be kind to those less fortunate than himself, such as using the bully’s own antics against him, and then taking the person down a notch. One thing he does not slide at all is a woman’s tears, and will do anything he can to ‘make the waterworks stop.’ He doesn’t know when he picked up this habit, but it’s one of his few good points.
When it comes to fighting and the force, Toraga is someone who is up close and personal. He would have been considered a protégé, if he was properly trained. All he can really do is move frightening fast, protect himself, be it attacking or being attacked, sense things, and heal. He is extremely quick to pick up on something, and while not exactly book smart, is smart in other ways.
Ships/Vehicles:None currently
Equipment: Armor
Giant sword.
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Superior
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Average
Charisma – Above Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic-Apprentice
Telepathic-Adept
Body-Expert
Sense-Apprentice
Protection-Expert
Healing:–Apprentice
Destruction–Unskilled
Combat Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Martial skills (Expert)
Brawling (Master)
Swordplay (with his sword only) Adept
Force Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Tutaminis (expert)
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Improvising (Adept)
Stealth (Adept)
Lightsaber Training:
None
Biography: The Crash. (Age 0-8)
Toraga Fel, originally born Toraga Antilles, was born to A Firrerreo father named Duraga Antilles (He was adopted) and a Sephi named Seku. He doesn’t remember this family, however. As a baby, his father, a force user who left the Jedi, knew him to be strong with the force, but didn’t want him to be taken by the jedi. Luckily, he had enough money saved up while working on Corellia to be able to move him and his family elsewhere, but, for some backwards reason, decided to do so in style and make a vacation out of it, mainly to try to throw off any pursuers. This was when Toraga was around one.
Everything was fine and dandy at first as the cruiser made its way around the galaxy, at least up until terrorists sabotaged the hyperdrive and sublight engines, causing them to go way off course. By the time that they were able to get it fixed, they were long off course, and came out dangerously close to the planet Felucia. The cruiser was caught in the gravity well of the planet, and pulled to the surface.
There were very few survivors, but somehow Toraga managed to, among the mangled corpses of his parents. Besides him was a mandalorian, though greatly wounded, a Warden of the Sky who happened to be on board, a military veteran, the ship’s captain, and a young girl named Claire, who was about the same age as Toraga, and a few other families that were lucky.
It was not a pleasant planet to be on. They were lucky to crash in the forest near a body of fresh water. The ship was still in good enough shape to be used for housing. All in all, things could have been much worse.
Within the first year, three people were killed, and the Mandalorian died of his wounds sustained early on. The only real protectors right now was the Warden, named Cassius Fel, the veteran, a burly man named Damien Woods, and the captain named Anna Stone.
They were able to scrap a few cannons from the cruiser and get a decent line of defense. That, combined with the working shield generator, and you had some good things going on, for a while at least.
Cassius was the person who took charge of managing the survivors, and was the one who continuously risked his life out on the planet when the ship’s food and water supplies started to dwindle. When not out forging for the survivor’s, he was working with the very young Toraga as the child was strong with the force, and needed to be strong to help out with surviving, if they all lived long enough.
As the years went on, the survivors, natives Felucians, and wildlife fell into a sort of routine. When Toraga was around the age of four, he was one of the few survivors left, along with Cassius, Anna, and Claire. Damien was ambushed when he was out with Cassius, and brutally mauled to death. The other survivors slowly fell themselves as they had to take up more responsibilities.
Before Toraga even hit seven years of age, he was already being trained to fight and survive, in case something happened. Claire was also in training, but due to her lack of force abilities, it was somewhat limited. Because the use of blasters were years gone by now, they were forced to use more archaic weapons, such as swords and the like.
Toraga was simply taught some simple martial arts that the Wardens of the Sky used, which would be enhanced by the force. Claire was more of the weapons fighter, using the natives skullblades from killed Felucians
About the age of 8, Anna was killed by one of the predators, leaving Cassius all alone with the children, who were still much too young and small to be of any real use for survival, but still Cassius did all he could to care for the children.
The loss (Age 8-15)
Even if Toraga was smaller than Claire, simply due to his blood, he still took it upon himself to help protect the girl whenever Cassius was gone. He worked hard on his non-psychical capabilities of the force using methods that Cassius taught him. All the telepathic mumbo jumbo was never even brought up to the young force sensitive, but rather focused on what was needed for pure survival. He was taught about how defense could be the best offense: “Make your body unbreakable, and you cannot lose.”
It wasn’t until around the age of 10 and 11 that Toraga actually caught up to Claire in terms of height. His basic force abilities were enough to make him stronger than the girl was, as well as his constant workouts that Cassius has him doing.
When Toraga was 12, Cassius returned to their little hideout, missing an arm and badly wounded. The man was attacked by the Felucians and wildlife, who had, until then, been relatively relaxed for the past couple of years. Though Cassius managed to pull through and recover, he was crippled, and had to be much more careful.
This was when Toraga was finally able to venture further outside the ship than he had done before. He was armed with little more than some light armor his fists, and all the defensive abilities he was taught. Together, they were able to find plenty of food and recover enough water to last them a while.
For the next two years, things progressed like this, and all three were eventually out together to survive. They still used the crashed ship as their main area for rest, but they forged out further and further so they could. Claire was usually left back with the ship to defend it from any possible attack.
At the age of 15, when Toraga and Cassius were out, they were both set upon by Felucians, including a Rancor. Cassius stayed back to take care of the rancor and most of the Felucians. Toraga used all his skills in the force and martial arts to escape, taking a few of the locals down as he retreated back to the ship.
The ship was also being assaulted on by Felucians, and Claire was doing her best to hold them off, but was slowly being pushed back. Toraga moved up fast, using the force as best he could to clear a path to the woman. The Felucians, also force sensitive, put up a good fight against the young man, but he managed to make it to the woman, who was wounded pretty badly.
Toraga took her and simply ran away from the ship, trying to get as far away as possible, up until his body, even with the force, refused to move, and he couldn’t sense any of the Felucians. There, he tried to use what little of the force he could for healing to try to save Claire, but all he could do was make it less painful for the young woman, who died that night in his arms, amiss both of them confessing their love for one another.
The Captive (age 15-18)
Toraga couldn’t handle losing both his master and his love, the two remaining people in his life, and he snapped. He stayed at this place long enough to bury Claire and build a tombstone for his master, he stalked his way to the ship. Any local in his way was killed by the man ravaged by his emotions.
Even if Toraga never got full training in many aspects of the force, he still managed to fight his way to the crashed ship, he was just lucky he didn’t run into any Rancor’s. His punch force was enough to omit the armor most the Felucians wore, but he wasn’t quite strong enough yet to take on a Rancor.
He scavenged a few supplies, including some of the armor from the long dead Mandalorian, and made a run for it. He knew the Felucians would be tracking him, most likely hoping to kill him. Why they suddenly decided to was beyond him, but he knew he had to get away.
On his third day of his flight he began to sense darkness and pain, but didn’t know what could be causing it. He buried the armor and gear he had, and began to run faster. Ultimately, he was surrounded by Felucians and a few Rancor mounts, but these looked different; darker than before.
Upon being taken away, Toraga was brought face to face with a Zabrak man, who seemed to be controlling these people. Toraga was thrown into a cage, half of which was a small cave. From there, Toraga was mostly starved and tortured by the Zabrak Dark Jedi, working on breaking the young man. After months, however, Toraga never fell, though he was broken mentally, seeing all the people who he survived with, mainly Cassius and Claire.
While in this state, the Dark Jedi continued to coax the breaking man, using the force to mentally assault him in the ways that he would listen to: by pretending to be Claire, Cassius, or whoever else. Finally, Toraga broke, and he didn’t even realize it.
The Zabrak now took it upon himself to hone the man. Regularly, this involved him being tortured, or fighting either a mass of locals or wildlife, including ackleys. Constantly, he was injured, and nearly lost his right arm, but managed to recover and keep living.
Past the age of 16 now, Toraga was nothing but a hollow man, mentally drained from the constant abuse his body and mind had to take. Try as he might, however, the Dark Jedi couldn’t get past one final barrier to have Toraga slip fully to the darkside, and it was that barrier which helped Toraga survive the constant conflict.
Before Toraga hit 17, the Dark Jedi grew tired of Toraga’s unbreaking final barrier, and subjugated him to constant torment and barbaric acts for months, only letting up long enough to let him sleep and eat to keep his strength somewhat up. It also seemed like Toraga grew use to the constant torture, as it affected him less and less. In truth, the man was just lost inside his own head with Claire and Cassius, who he held onto.
After Toraga turned 17, the Dark Jedi left the planet abruptly, leaving the Felucians to do whatever it was they did, and gave the chieftains orders to continue to try to break the man. This continued for a short while, before Toraga’s two constant mental companions urged him to escape.
Summoning his will, Toraga broke the bars of his cage, and escaped from the Felucians, listening to Cassius’s voice on how to hide himself from the locals. He continued to run, going back to the place where he hid the armor and supplies. There, he stayed for a few nights to recover his strength, then, listening to the voices of his dead companions, escaped back to the long abandoned ship he once called home.
Once here, Toraga was told to meditate, and the voices of his two companions left him. Toraga stayed here for some time, but knew he needed to get moving soon, or else the Dark Jedi would come looking for him, and he didn’t think he would be able to survive him once again.
The Freedom (age 18-25)
Toraga gathered up food and supplies from the ship and surrounding area, and left, fallowing his senses to where he believed he would be safe. He did need to fight off some wild creatures, but it was nothing like he was forced to endure previously. For days Toraga trekked on, stopping occasionally to sleep and eat. He was lucky to not come into contact with the Felucians, and used their skills of blending into the surrounding area to his advantage when he didn’t wish to fight any fauna.
A little after a week into his forced march, Toraga heard a sound he has never heard before coming from the sky. He quickly scaled the plants to the sky, and watched as a ship broke through the atmosphere and land not far away. Ecstatic that he may have found a way off this planet, Toraga ran that way as fast as he could, but stopped short of the landing area, feeling out with his senses to get a feel for who was in the clearing. Sensing no hostility, Toraga walked forward nice and slow, and made initial contact.
Toraga briefly explained his situation to these people, who let themselves know that they were Mandalorians. They offered transport off this planet in exchange for work. They were here to capture a human man who had a nice bounty on his head. The Mandalorians tracked their bounty to this planet. Toraga told them he didn’t know of any other ship landing, but the Mandalorians said that they were here, and Toraga would help if he wanted off the planet.
The Mandalorians pointed in the direction of the beacon, some few kilometers north, and, with Toraga in the lead with who appeared to be the head Mandalorian, broke brush to the cleanly hidden ship. No one was around, Toraga senses, so they set up an ambush. With Toraga’s senses, he knew when the man would show up, when he got close at least, and the Mandalorians got their bounty, which was Toraga’s ticket off. True to their word, the Mandalorians took the man with them.
For a while, Toraga traveled with this group of people, traveling the galaxy and getting use to the mass of people he never grew up with. It was a great experience, and Toraga felt a sense of welcome he never had before. He enjoyed his time with the Mandalorians, but didn’t feel that the life of a bounty hunter was right for him. He was taken to Nar Shaddaa, deep within Hutt Space, and offered a job as a bouncer at a club in the red light sector.
Toraga, though he was 18 by now, still looked really young, and was just under average height of a human, so people were anxious about him working, however, he made up for his current height with his brawn and force skills, hefting large Zabrak and throwing him out of the club. Satisfied, Toraga was accepted as a live in worker.
Over the next year, he shot up in height, surpassing most people in height, as well as with, as his shoulders became broad. People fondly called him a hairless Wookie, even if they had strength on them that he didn't have.
When he was about 20, he was forced into a dangerous situation: the owner of the bar owed a large sum of money to a Hutt of some measure, and sent his boys after him. Of course, the Hairless Wookie wouldn't have any of this, and despite protests from the owner and others, he fought and killed.
That same night, he left the moon: simply put, he stole aboard a transport craft bound for some random location. That location happened to be Corellia, Coronet City to be exact, where he extracted himself.
Something tickled the back of his mind, and he knew that he was being fallowed. He remained casual, keeping his mind on his favorite thing: Women. When he was in an area with no people, he was firmly flipped around and thrown on his back. Standing over him was a woman with a cybernetic right arm smoking a cigarette. She also wore a grin worthy of his own.
This woman, Toraga quickly found out, was named Rebecca Lee, or Rev. Former Jedi who just couldn't live up to the standards the Jedi had. She was impatient, strong, and extremely ill tempered. While she had excellent skills in combat to take him down... constantly, she was an expert marksman. The reason she sought him out was because she felt him though the force and it didn't feel like any jedi. Also, she wanted to beat him due to women going endlessly through his mind.
With Rev's help, he began to develop his skills more: rather than fighting with brute strength alone.
Rev, a week after meeting up with Toraga, wasn't alone, but worked in a mercenary group with a few other force and non-force users: five others in total. Including Toraga, the total was now seven. Because, for some reason or another, perhaps because people were lazy, they just started calling him Tora.
Also, surprising to him, was he wasn't the largest near-human there. In fact, it was a human nicknamed Rock: at least, Toraga thought he was human. He could have been mistaken. He wasn't a xenobiologist. In addition to Rock, there was also a man named Chef, who was a former cook, ace marksman, and a massive pervert;Doc, a former jedi healer and the groups leader; Whisk, Doc, wife and former professional assassin for the Republic, and Tweaker, the hacker and the one who got the jobs for everyone: she was little more than a girl.
Things were pretty chill for the first few months he was there, as, well, they had to begin focusing Toraga to use the force, as more than just for survival, as was all he pretty much knew of it.
Despite this, he did get a part time job working as a waiter for some restaurant. He didn't care much for it, but it paid him and gave him plenty of spending money. He actually much rather have been a bouncer again, but you cant get everything you want.
For the next six months, things proceeded this way, with him working during most days, and, in in layman's terms, getting his rear handed to him at all other hours. Not only was Rev tossing him around like he was a rag-doll, but chef, the only person who could stand up to Rev at anything, showed up whats what with his beat-down style of fighting. Toraga took to this much more than he did with the weird jedi martial arts that Rev showed off.
A little after turning 20, Tweaker found a good job for the group. Unfortunately, it did involve pirates and some Hutts. Toraga, Rev, Chef, and Whisk were the main group, with Doc, Rock, and Tweaker staying back with their ship.
The group went to Tatooine, where they picked up on the lead of the pirates, who had been harassing the Hutts. It wasn't very hard, as a few drunks in a cantina were spewing about a big load they got from the hutts.
It wasn't very hard to fallow them to their shuttle, which went off to some, it looked like a stolen Republic Corvette. The next part was easy as some days later, they were sitting in space, sending off a distress signal: a fluke to draw the pirates to them. It worked like a charm.
They swooped in like hawk bats and docked with their freighter. Things went backwards for the pirates from there, as they weren't expecting much resistance from them. Force users, non force users, and even Tweaker hacking into the republic ship worked against them, and they took care of the pirates. It was all downhill from there as they got their sum of cash, and went back to resume their semi-regular lives on Corellia.
The next five years proceeded much like the past six months or so. By the end of it, Toraga was fired from four jobs, for one reason or another, and eventually gave up on work between the age of 24 and 25. His large amount of off time worked wonders for his body, ability, and social life.
I thought the hard part was over...(25-30)
Toraga was somewhere between 25 and 26 when he and everyone else went out on a mission that didn't exactly go as planned. They were on a mission to deal with pirates in the outer rim: which wasn't uncommon, but these were led by a T'surr, and he was a brutal man.
Even before making it to the Nar Shaddaa, they had a tail, which Doc was the first to pick up. They landed without incident on the planet, where, there, they were ambushed. Being the biggest, Rock took multiple bolts to his best and stomach, but rushed the large blue alien, obviously the T'surr leader.
Toraga and Chef were fending off who they could, Both beating down foe after foe. Rev and Doc went fled back to the ship to protect Tweaker, hoping that the others would make it out alive.
Not everyone did; Rock fell to his wounds, and had his head crushed underfoot of the T'surr, and Chef took a bolt to the shoulder, and was forced off into one of the canyons of the city. Toraga went to fight the large blue alien, was picked up by his head, and slammed into a wall.. repeatedly...
When he awoke, he didn't know where he was... or who he was... or the circumstances of why he was here. Something in his head told him to remain calm, and so he did. Along with him were a few other individuals: a human man who looked like he was half dead: two twi'leks who could have been wearing more, and a little sephi girl, hugging her knees to her chest.
A little coaxing and talking, he found her name was Mala, and she was taken from her mother mother: they were both captured as slaves. Toraga then fitted more pieces together and thought they were all slaves.
The five of them were sparely fed over the next two days while he learned what the others names were, save for the human man, who died a few hours after he woke up.
Toraga didn't remember much: which he found funny as he had no new wounds, and the only scars he had were the mass of them on his torso area. He remembered a portion of his name to, Tora, which was what he went by now, seeing as it was all he really had, save for another name going though his head:
Claire...
Why that name was constantly going through his head with no face attached to it, he couldn't place, but he had a feeling it was something important to him.
A few days after being captured, two slavers tried to take Mala away: Tora wasn't about to have that, and with prowess he didn't know he had, dispatched the slavers and kicked them away. The door open, he and the others tried to escape, until a big blue hand found Tora's face and pimp-slapped him. He didn't know how to put up any defenses and took the full force of it. He was mocked as a hero, and the girl was still taken away, along with the twi'leks. Now he was alone.
That didn't take long, as he was quickly fetched. He tried to resist but was shocked with some sort of shock stick. Fine, he would bide his time: He was taken out of the dungeon and to the surface of the planet: he was told it was Orvax IV, and here he would be sold off to whoever paid the most, and him being a healthy, strong, young man, even though he had amnesia, he could be sold for a large sum of credits.
Indeed, he was sold for nearly 10,00 credits, and later that day, he was off on his way to some planet called Bandomeer, where, for the rest of his miserable life, he would mine the Ionite from the planet.
He was given a specialized breathing mask, and all the tools he would use were down inside the mines. Tora was able to work out who had been working down in the mines for a short amount of time, from those who had been at it for a while: those had dead eyes and seemed to work on autopilot. What Tora found unusual was that there were no electronics, and everything was done by hand.
The first few weeks were hard for Tora as he adjusted to this new life. He also recalled a few other points in his memory, like his ability to use... something... that he was gifted with special powers, that he mostly kept hidden. A few other thinks stuck in his head too: a jungle planet, Rev, being a worker in a restaurant? Seemed like he had much on his resume.
When he was alone, or managed to get away from people, he thought, and there was plenty of time to think. A few months in and he realized he can influence people's minds, which helped him get away, when he needed it.
He figured he could also use that to escape this forsaken planet, but he couldn't leave without freeing some of the fellow slaves: most of them were in the same situation as him. Now where did this big heart come from?
He didn't make many friends while he was here, his only one really being a man named Moth. He was the third generation of his family to work in these mines, and since it was all he knew, he didn't have the glassy eyed look most other people had.
Moth, as well as his time alone away from work to think, kept Tora sane, even though he had a feeling he wouldn't remain so like moth. During his second year of slavery, He began to experience nightmares as his past and memories tried to resurface. Mind wasn't quite healed from when he was repeatedly slammed into the wall, but it was just enough to warrant more of a flow of memories.
It wasn't long before, one day, he just didn't wake up. For a month, he was comatose as his mind healed, and he had his memories returned. Unfortunately, a few days after getting them, his mind shut them out again to protect itself, and he was the same as he was before: an amnesiac
When Tora was 27, he was involved in a fight, where he had a picaxe go through his back, though a lung, and out his chest. Rather than fall like how the man thought, he had his heart ripped out by the now very angry man. Those who were with him tried to gang up on Tora, and were all beat down until the guards came and quelled everything.
Tora was hospitalized for a few days, but healed with a few new scars, which just added to his canvas of scars he already possessed. When he was released, he learned that Moth had died that day in the brawling. Toraga was now without his one and only friend now, and Moth's family wouldn't even talk to Tora now, seeing him alive and Moth wasn't.
Tora spent the time up until he was 28 in a depressive state, until he was taken off planet again: he was sold off because he wasn't working like he use to. He was sent off to the gladiatorial arena on Geonosis to serve.. whoever there.
Turns out he was less of a slave and more of a gladiator. He regained some small glint in his eyes now, and fight to survive, and with each fight, he felt more and more normal. Most of the time, it was against animals of some kind, but at times he was pitched against people: usually mandalorians. He stole some armor from them, using it for himself. He also managed to get his hands on a sword that was nearly as tall as he was. Despite its size, he managed to throw it around like it weighed nothing. It taxed his stamina, but it lasted him through fights. He normally carried it strapped to his back, and it didn't interfere with his usual brawling.t
On Geonosis, he didn't make any friends, but rivals, who were about the nex best thing. He was one of the few people in the pits who were actually a slave, whicn was pretty much why he didn't have much conflict with anyone.
When he was 29, he was nearly killed as he was trampled by a Reek. It took him months to recover from his wounds, but he came out on top. He spent only a small amount of time in the area before he managed to break out of his cage, kill a metric ton of Geonosians, and escape off planet in a ship. He went to the only place in the computer: Dac, better known as Mon Calamari.
As soon as he landed on Foamwander City, he sold the ship, and bought passage to Dantooine, mainly so he could hide out there from any slavers who may come after him. He was 30 now.
(30- )
Something that surprised him here on Dantooine was that there were Jedi: in his memory, he couldn't recall ever seeing or meeting any Jedi. To make a living, he worked on a farm, as well as at the temple doing manual labor. The Jedi knew he was sensitive to the force, and had some training, but couldn't do anything to him, save for help unlock his memory. He accepted that, and everything came flooded back as it was unlocked. He remembered his entire past with extreme clarity now, including Claire, who's face he had long forgotten. This brought a tear to his face.
He remained on Dantooine only for about a year, before he left. Besides having his memory unlocked, he also learned some things by simply observing the Jedi. He was glad he was never raised like they were: they didn't have any fun, which was what he wanted now. He purchased passage off the planet.
His destination: Zeltron. There, he got a job as a guard at a Courtesan guild, and helped out with the women there, as well as protect them. Now this was something he could get behind, and he did so for quite some time. He enjoyed his life, here.
Life was easy for him, as there weren't many fights, and he performed 'tricks' using the force. One of his more famous ones was using the force to nab tops off the Courtesans before they could react to him. After a year of working here, he was pretty damn good at that. Wouldn't be that useful in a fight, but it was a nice distraction.
When he was 33, news spread of an invasion across the galaxy: Mandalorians and Sith alike invading the galaxy. Dantooine and others fell, making him thankful that he wasn't on those planets. He also knew that he shouldn't hide out: Thinking back to when he first became a slave urged him to oppose the Mandalorians and Sith to ensure that they wouldn't take slaves.
Tora may or may not have stolen a light freighter to fallow the news around for Sith and mando activity, and came into his share of conflict.
One of note was he was attacked by a Sith warrior, and he was unarmed. Rather than being cut down, Tora simply hardnened his body and put protection around himself at the right time: He would literally punch the lightsaber away or catch it on his arm. He felt the burn of it, but it was like a wooden branch against his defense.
Over the next year, he worked with the Republic as a gun-for-hire, but never did officially join them. He also wasn't involved with any of their major conflicts. He became known thoughout other mercs and some of the Republic, as a sort of Hero, throwing himself into conflict and coming out perfectly fine, and his harassment of women. He was a bad boy: looking like he shouldn't even be 20, fighting like a master, and being a rogue to women. He started calling himself the Rogue Hero, which stuck because of how ridiculous it sounded.
The war only grew worse as time passed as the Republic was forced back, even with the intervention of the Jedi. He worked less with the Republic now, and more with simple mercs, doing whatever he could where the Republic couldn't touch.
Roleplay Sample: TORA! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!
Tora was vaguely aware of the entirely too loud Rev, with what felt much too early. He shifted his position some, feeling warmth on either side of him. He heard more yelling, but ignored it.
Then came the light as the door was opened. There was some high pitched screaming, the scrambling and footsteps of people... and then something smacking him in the head. That roused him more than anything. He opened his eyes early enough to see two women running out half dressed, and a Rev standing over him. He up, bleary eyed at the woman.
Now what you do that for?
[color=blue}Because you have a job to do besides mess around with floozies. Now throw your clothes on and lets go.[/color]
Yes Mooom. now get out so I can get dressed.[/b]
He was already getting dressed by this point, not caring that Rev was still standing there. She sighed, then left when he was half dressed.
------------Sometime later.------------
Toraga was heading to the old warehouse that he and everyone else used for training. He didn't bother changing out of his waiter's uniform, and simply threw a jacket on over his uniform.
Inside, everyone else was doing one thing or another: The loudest people were Rev and Chef working out and Tweaker typing up something. Rev stopped and looked over at Toraga when he walked in?
Were ya late?
No, made it in time, as always.
One of these days a woman is gonna be the death of ya.
And I would be perfectly content with that.
--------------Present day--------------
Toraga, still looking the same as always, looked down at a fallen Sith trooper, his helmet caved in the front and blood dripping out. For a few moments, Toraga's eyes had a dead look to them, but their normal bright light kicked in when he looked away.
It was funny how Sith thought they could take out a ship with a few people. It was also funny how his thoughts went back to Rev and the others... maybe because of someone who he was with on this transport reminded him of her. Regardless, the Sith were taken care of. He went back to where he previously was before they were boarded, ignoring everyone else as they looked at him differently now, and wished to be back to easier days.
'kay.