Post by silithcangleth on May 1, 2018 23:39:25 GMT -5
 Silithcan Gleth Full Name • Silithcan Gleth Nickname • Sil Race • Trandoshan Birthplace • Hsskhor, Trandosha, Mytaranor System Age • 28 Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Fringe Concept • A traveling mercenary, wandering from job to job and working for the highest bidder.. Sil is nonetheless decidedly dedicated to subverting parts of the Trandoshan stereotype. He is a psychopath in many ways, but he is more polite than many Trandoshans, despises slavery in all forms, doesn't follow the Scorekeeper, and has limits to who he'll kill without thought. He likewise wears a suit and generally tries to act more civilized than the savage religious zealots he sees his kinsmen as. Languages • Silithcan's native tongue is Dosh, but he speaks fluent Basic. He takes pains to speak Basic without sibilance, or at least as little as possible. His efforts vary, depending on the words. Assets • Silithcan's prize possession is a vibrorapier, which he received from his mentor Pellify Kari on his 17th birthday. The weapon is custom-made and well-balanced, intended for use by the Trandoshan's somewhat limited hands. The blade is a light silver, with etchings in Dosh down it. When translated they read "Did you get the point?" The guard, which is an elegant and stereotypical spiraling design, is gold. On the cross guard in particular is a second etching, this one in Basic reading "Strike True, Sil." The second most prized possession would be the suit Silithcan wears. Crafted of fine Alderaanian silk lined with blaster-resistant fabric, it is composed of a blue-double-breasted jacket with gold buttons and a matching pair of pants. Unfortunately, it lacks shoes due to the near impossibility for finding footwear that a Trandoshan can wear is exceedingly difficult. Silithcan frequently complains about this, especially in environments where he really borderline requires shoes to avoid injury. The jacket's pockets hold most of the items Silithcan carries, while beneath it he wears a simple combat vest intended to limit injuries should he be hot. Besides his attire and his sword, Silithcan also owns a simple blaster pistol that resembles a revolver, a communicator, his credit chit, a small drinking flask containing either water or whisky (depending on where he is, and what he is doing), and his identification card as well as his bounty hunting license. Appearance Height & Weight • 7 Feet (2.1 Meters) - 253 Pounds (115 Kilograms) Overall Looks • Silithcan's appearance is relatively average in terms of how a Trandoshan looks, athletic and stocky though he is exceedingly on the tall side. His scales are a deep forest green, while his eyes are a golden yellow. A crest of sharp spiky scales runs the length of his head in a shape somewhere between a spine and a very flat mohawk. He is almost always wearing the aforementioned suit, his reptilian nature and biology allowing him to wear clothing far more than a mammal or other species would. He relishes that fact, as he is somewhat self-conscious about his image. Underneath his attire, however, are various scars and patches of scales that are deformed or grown wrongly. The largest scar covers the length of his stomach in the shape of a crescent, granted to him by his father's own warrior blades. The misgrown scales are largely the result of plasma burns, the areas not quite healing right after being boiled away by the melting substance. There is also some scar tissue around his right arm socket, suggesting it was either removed or otherwise heavily damaged at some point, before it grew back as per Trandoshan regenerative abilities. Personality Profile Silithcan is, on the surface, a well-mannered and pleasant individual. Unlike the average Trandoshan, he takes pains not to come off as brash and smug. When he encounters Wookiees in particular, he takes pains to make it clear he is foremost against slavery and considers them his equals. No differen than any sapient being. With his friends, he is caring and supportive. He'll do anything that he can to aid them and protect them from any dangers. But parts of this are less genuine parts of his personality as much as a result of his psychopathy granting him charm that makes him apt at making those around him trust him. Or at least, tolerate him more than they would the normal Trandoshan. Under that pleasant demeanour still lies the heart of a violent man. He kills and maims others and delights in these activities, without a doubt. Likewise, his politeness occasionally shatters when it comes to his incredibly snarky and dark sense of humor. He can often be seen belittling those he fights against or expressing his irritation with others through passive-aggressive jabs. Likewise, he considers honesty paramount. Often to a brutal degree. The Trandoshan does not hold back his opinion, even when it would perhaps be logical to do so. This is less a case of Silithcan putting his foot in his mouth as much as legitimately feeling it is better to be seen for who he truly is than hide behind some facade. An odd stance to take, given his politeness. But then, therein lies the most interesting aspect of the psychopath. Despite his violent tendencies and darkness, he does indeed desire to be pleasant with others. This can be seen in that his bluntness and snark only is directed towards those that wrong him. Racism is perhaps his biggest trigger, especially the word 'lizard.' If called a 'lizard,' he has a tendency to fly into rant about bigotry and insult the speaker of the perceived slur right back. If the person doesn't apologize or otherwise persists in their insulting, Sil frequently will attempt to kill them on the spot unless restrained. He understands those put off by his heritage however, and will go to great lengths to prove he is not simply a mindless slaver who uses religion to justify capturing and killing sapient creatures. But he will tolerate no form of hatred towards him that makes it seem as if his species makes him lesser or an animal. Another trigger, though a far lesser one, is all encompassing authority. He detests both the Republic and the Empire's systems, feeling them frequently used to oppress people of the galaxy rather than protect them. He is not opposed to law and order, more simply opposed to when it extends itself to determine the fate of worlds and species in a generalized fashion, and condemn even those who may be better than the bad apples of the bunch. All Dark Side users are evil, for instance. And deserve to be punished. All criminals are greedy monsters who enjoy what they do. And so on. As a result, followers of both the Empire and Republic are often times targets of his snark. Albeit, with far less vitriol than those he truly hates. But, underneath his psychopathy and criminal behavior, Sil is not incapable of positive emotions. And even though he does enjoy casual murder and torture, something he is clear about, his enjoyment is not quite as universal and innate as he frequently suggests. When Silithcan left Kashyyyk, his intent had never been to fall into a life of crime. And despite very much being a psychopath and delighting in death, he'd very happy to see his darker side exorcised from him. Yet the galaxy, when he entered it, was very keen on pigeonholing him right into the role of the brutal mercenary like most of his race. He was talented at it, and his upbringing left him without the skills needed to find other jobs, so he fell into the archetype. Despite his emphasis on how much his enjoyment of cruel slaughter is a part of him, at the same time Sil find himself wishing at times that he could find something peaceful that could replace his current career. Something that would better the galaxy in some way, or at least perhaps lead his people towards a more peaceful route of cooperation with the galaxy at large. Instead of being simple brutes who squander their potential on hatred and zealotry. But unable to find this, he relies on the code that his mentor Pellify taught him to keep his bloodthirsty tendencies in check and bury his aspirations beneath a slasher grin and sardonic gallows humor to a keep himself intimidating as well as simply happy with what cards life had dealt him. It takes a lot for Sil to lift this mask to anyone besides the Kari Siblings. Largely due to the fact he feels it puts himself at risk. In the world he works, the inner psyche isn't just a part of a person. It's a weapon that can be used to use others as tools or break them entirely. It could be used to make him act in a way that he wouldn't have wanted to otherwise. Thus, he keeps his inner most desires and thoughts locked away inside his head. Generally, to never see the light of day. If the Trandoshan opens up to someone, it is either a sign he's about to kill them and wishes to make clear his true feelings regarding their death, or they are someone he feels he can implicitly trust. The latter is an extreme rarity, perhaps due to the fact he's mostly working among liars, traitors, and other incredibly vile people most of the time. Background Father • Vorskarin Gleth, 56, Clan Chieftan - Deceased Mother • Hessirha Gleth, 61, Clan Matron - Deceased Siblings • Nevirak (Eldest Brother), 28, Slaver - Deceased Sikeria (Sister), 28, Slaver - Deceased Creskkor (Middle Brother), 22, Slaver - Deceased Other Important Connections • Pellify Kari (Friend/Mentor), 321, Mercenary Tath Kari (Friend/Mentor), 321, Mercenary Overall History • Born on the planet Trandosha in the year 3620 BBY to the heads of a small but moderately powerful Trandoshan slaver clan, the start of Silithcan's life was far from storied. His clutch was a mistake that was the result of another mistake. A matter of weeks before he and the clutch he was a part of was concieved, his elder brother and sister vanished on an off-world hunt. Vorskarin, not wishing to risk his remainin child, one he found to be unworthy, be his only choice for heir, quickly set about fathering another clutch to spawn what he hoped would be a suitable successor than Creskkor. The clutch was announced upon being laid, but a matter of days later an unfortunate miracle occurried: Nevirak and Sikeria returned to the stronghold. Alive. A long story short, the both of them attempted to kill each other to claim the title of heir only to end up stranded and having to rely on each other to survive in the wilds for months before rescue. Embarassed, Vorskarin and his mate considered destroying the clutch. But their pride, not wanting to be mocked for their fear and the haste with which they went to to replace their children when they vanished, prevented them from doing so. Yet, still, it nearly occurred. Silithcan's clutch was overdo by several days. Most of the eggs appeared as if they wouldn't hatch at all. But just as Vorskarin, out of disgust for the pathetic clutch, was about to simply destroy the eggs...a minuscule hatchling managed to force its way out of one of the shells. It was a weak, mulling thing. Smaller than it should be. But it hatched, it forced itself to survive in the face of its near death. So Vorskarin begrudgingly let it live as the rest of the eggs were culled. That was Silithcan. His small size and weakness did not change much for the first part of his life. He was the literal runt of the litter, mocked by his clan and family alike for his size and apparent weakness. The only light amidst this dark upbringing was Sil's middle brother Creskkor. Who, unlike the rest of the Gleth Clan, actively protected and helped Silithcan with his struggles. He served as a guardian to the runty Trandoshan, doing his best to find solutions that would allow Silithcan to hunt and fight as well as his stronger, more able-bodied peers. It was him that taught Silithcan to first use a warrior blade, and to use his smaller size and agility to overpower larger, stronger foes. And sparing with his warrior blade became his primary means of venting. The other was snarking and goading on his tormentors, doing his best to deflect their barbs with ones of his own. This earned him frequent beatings from his parents and other members of the clan for back talking. His father in particular once broke his arm for it, nearly tearing it clean off. Similar events included being forced to execute a recaptured runaway slave as an example and, during a hunt in the Shadowlands, being partially disemboweled and left for dead by his father after accidentally spooking their prey. The latter Silithcan only survived as a result for Creskkor remaining behind to carry him back to the lift up to the safer parts of the jungle. Simply put, Sil had one hell of a childhood. Yet, shortly after turning 11, luck changed for Silithcan. He underwent a transformation, and not just the start of becoming a man. He underwent a growth spurt that sent him from barely above five feet to seven feet tall. He was tall and gangling, but he still stood much taller than even his father. A fact that brought further resentment, and beatings. But with his new found height came relief from the sickness and weaknesses that had plagued his early years. His skill with a sword increased and helped his muscles grow strong. Creskkor was proud of him, and the two continued to remain close. Silithcan even began to help his more mercantile minded brother with his various plots to earn credits that would help the two escape their lives. Things were starting to grow better. Owing to his clan's opinion of him, there weren't really any Trandoshans lining up to date the young Trandoshan. Female or male. Yet, he still managed to meet someone. Granted, not under the best of circumstances. And in the end, he was left uncertain what to think. When he was fourteen, a Twi'lek was brought into their clan's stronghold as a slave. Apparently, she was a Twi'lek smuggler who had angered the wrong crime lord and ended up handed off to Trandoshan slavers as repayment for a favor. He never caught her name, not her true one anyway. She wouldn't give it, instead simply telling her to call her 'Sparrow.' Brown skin with green eyes, Silithcan took pity on her as the guards harassed and threatened her. Like he sometimes did with the Wookiees, he snuck her food and talked to her when the guards weren't listening. In the end, something blossomed as Sil was talked into helping her escape. Gathering various electronics from around the stronghold to help Sparrow build makeshift computer spikes to slice the door lock of her pen, recovering her datapad, and various other little tasks. It ended with a night of lovemaking before she vanished off as part of her escape. Years later, he tried to find out what happened to her. He found ghosts, but nothing solid. So he simply assumed he had been used, or she died in somewhere after her escape. All of this, however, lead straight to the event that would change Silithcan's life forever. A plot by his brother, far beyond what was normally asked of him. Normally it was a bit of smuggling goods in and out, dead drops in the jungle, occasionally giving away warnings of where their slaver raids would occur to the local Wookiees before they came. All for credits to help them escape. It turns out, it was all building up to this plan. The escape. Without Silithcan's help, Creskkor had smuggled weapons into the stronghold. Equipped the slaves, and rigged their cells to be unlocked via a virus he'd implanted in the security system. Together, they'd fight their way out of the compound and get rewarded for freeing all their clan's slaves. It was not simply risky, it was insane. It involved killing their parents, their siblings, and everyone they had every known. In other words, Silithcan was wholeheartedly for this slaughter. Creskkor was meticulous in his planning. Every detail, every second, he had accounted for. He assured Silithcan of this. Repeatedly. Silithcan trusted in his brother without question. He loved his brother with every ounce of his soul. And when the fighting starting, the two of them stood with the Wookiees as they blasted their way out. The Brothers Gleth were doing well, and victory seemed in sight. That's when the back of Creskkor's head gained a new hole and he fell dead in front of the Sil. And the culprit? Their sister, Sikeria. Last survivor of their family from the slaughter. It didn't last long. Silithcan entered a pure and simple rage, and by the time he was done with Sikeria, she was little better than a pile of meal and bones. And when the rage subsided, the Trandoshan was left standing in the ruins and mourning over his dead brother. The Wookiees offered their condolences, and Sil asked them directions to the nearest spaceport. He had no access to his brother's accounts, so he had no ways of acquiring any of the credits they had earned together. He'd have to make it again, where the Wookiees pointed him towards: Kachirhio. To cut a long and embarrassing journey short, Silithcan arrived in the beach city being pursued by a Katarn, falling off a tree, and landing atop said Katarn onto a landing pad. Sil survived, obviously. The katarn didn't. This earned the Trandoshan several days in the hospital, racking him up a bill he couldn't yet pay. At first, he did odd jobs around the city. A difficult task, given he was a Trandoshian within a Wookiee city. But after a few days, he came to a realization. His brother's plan could still work for him, in a way. He approached the local elders, and made an offer. In exchange for help off of the planet, he'd use his knowledge of the slaver clans to help them locate and free those taken by them. There was, obviously, a lot of hesitation. Silithcan tried to counter this by offering to lead each group directly, and he could be simply executed if it turned out it was a trap. This was met with lukewarm replies, but eventually they relented. And Sil quickly proved good on his word. For four months, he guided Wookies and other hired mercenaries to various camps and strongholds of clans on the surrounding islands. It was long and bloody. A few minor clans were even wiped out entirely. But by the end, Silithcan had his desired credits. And had made many, many enemies from the pissed off slavers, so he was very much ready to high-tail it off Kashyyyk. His destination? Coruscant, gleaming at the center of the galaxy. Silithcan's fresh start was already as bittersweet as possible. He was free of his family, free of being a slaver, free of abuse and the hatred of his clan. But his brother was gone. And he was alone, uncertain what to do. He was young, he was talented but largely untrained, and here he was. Facing the galaxy alone. And that would nearly be the young Trandoshan's downfall. Coruscant wasn't a friendly place, especially not to a Trandoshan. Slaver, monster, murderer, and many other similar names. Legal jobs were quickly closed to him. Nobody wanted to hire a Trandoshan, especially once background checks proved he was a former slaver. Redeemed or not. For a time he begged, but it didn't bring much. So he was forced to turn to the one thing he was good at and could get hired for. Killing and intimidating. First, it was working with local small time gangs. Then, a few more professional crews. Months went by, and what was once hesitance became acceptance and even enjoyment. There was something gratifying about disemboweling someone and strangling them with their own intestines or ripping off their arms and beating them to death with them. Stuff like that was fun. Eventually, Silithcan's ripples in the underworld caught the attention of someone who was too big to small time, but too small to be big time. An upcoming crime lord by the name of Dek Theleris. He offered the Trandoshan some very lucrative contracts, and Sil saw it as a way to make a living wage rather than surviving from contract to contract. A choice that he would live to regret. The credits were good, there's no denying that. Simple kill and shakedown jobs. But its rare that things ever stay simple in the line of work Silithcan had found himself. It was, on the surface, a blue milk run. Sit aboard a cargo ship, guard the cargo within it, and ensure nothing was stolen when it was unloaded. The ship never even made it to port. Midway through the journey, the ship was attacked and boarded by two strange beings. One shrouded in robes of white, fighting with their fists and seeming to have an almost preternatural ability to avoid being shot, stabbed, or otherwise harmed. The other was an armored bird creature, wielding a rifle it used with great effect. Of what was once thirty armed mercenaries, Sil ended up the final survivor. They took the cargo and told the Trandoshan to give a message to Theleris that his operations were bothering those bar more powerful than him. Why Sil was the one for this, he didn't know. Perhaps because a giant Trandoshan left alive and sent screaming home with severe injuries made clear the threat Dek was facing. Perhaps they knew he was young, and spared him as a result. Perhaps it was just because he was lucky, though he never really had good luck. Regardless, Sil lived. And he decided that taking bad news to a crime lord was a very, very stupid idea. Especially when that bad news is 'I kriffed up and lost all your stuff.' So he took an escape pod and abandoned ship. Once he was picked up by a couple of traders, he dropped of the grid like a stone into water and hid in the Outer Rim. Bouncing between Hutt territory, the Sith Empire, and independent worlds. It was back to before, begging to survive and occasionally taking odd jobs for money to buy food. It lasted a month before Dek's men found the Trandoshan, beat him up, and dragged him back to Coruscant to a very angry Theleris. He didn't like the message. And he admitted he was tempted to kill Sil, but instead he offered him a chance at redemption. While making it clear that the Trandoshan was in his debt for sparing his life. He just had to do one thing. Find the two who stole his cargo, capture one, and bring them back to Theleris so he could personally make an example out of them. Sil was still a naive lad. But knew a bad deal when he saw it. Odds were high that he'd be killed the moment he brought one of the pair back, and the only reason he was still alive was that he had seen them and had their descriptions. But if he rejected the deal, or tried to run again, he was equally bad. One hell of a catch-22. With little choice, he set out. Turns out, a strange bird creature and its robed companion leave a pretty distinct trail. It becomes doubly distinct when it turns out they're flying a three century old Dynamic-class Freighter. But still, they were good at least covering their tracks in ensuring nobody really knew what they were doing. And they left where they arrived almost as soon as they came. But finally, after a month and a half of searching, the hunter found his prey. Or whatever one would call the strange duo. They were at a trade station orbiting Ord Mantell, apparently picking up some parts to fix up their ancient ship. In the station's cantina, he found the white-robed figure having a drink. Turned out, they were also a bird creature. And they were a she. And their name was Pellify Kari. Not all of this was immediately learned. Silithcan didn't really have a plan here, not knowing really how to handle someone who clearly was a far greater warrior than he. So he went with the simplest, stupidest plan he could think of. A gun in the back, to take Pellify hostage. Surprisingly, she didn't resist. Not even a bit. If anything, she seemed amused and curious to see what the Trandoshan was going to do with her. But of course, once again, it was rarely that smooth. Her companion, revealed to be her brother Tath, came upon the two as Silithcan was escorting her back to his ship. What followed was a standoff...that lasted about five minutes, and was less involving Sil intimidating Tath into backing off so much as Pellify and him yelling at each other, with her finally convincing him to let them go while the Trandoshan just stood there kinda gobsmacked. Tath frustratedly stormed off while the other two made their way back to the ship Silithcan was using to get around, a simple shuttle. Carefully, the Trandoshan placed stuncuffs onto the woman, before setting course for Coruscant. It was a several day journey, the shuttle was old and slow. And during this time, the boy was left to think more. His captive was quiet, and seemed content to wait for some reason. Despite the fact she was probably going to be tortured to death after information from her was extracted. A death that was likely to be followed by Silithcan's own, he realized. It was a cliche in the world of criminal fiction, but a true one. Once someone's use had been extinguished, they were extinguished as well. Of course, it was possible Sil's use had not been extinguished. In which case, that debt he had to Theleris would continue to be held over his head until the Trandoshan's use was indeed extinguished. Sil didn't want to die. He had faced down his father, siblings, and clan without fear. But now, he was terrified. Desperate, even. So, he decided on a really stupid plan. The kind only a teenager would come up with as a means of salvation. He turned to his prisoner, explained his situation, and begged her to help him. At first, Pellify was amused, but when Silithcan actually asked her for her help and even offered to remove her stuncuffs, her reply was simple. "You're more than just literally green, aren't you?" And with that stupid joke, a close friendship began. The two constructed a simple plan. Get as close to Theleris as possible, kill him, and then fight their way out in the chaos. His death should create a power vacuum in the organization that should cause them to go forgotten. It was stupid, but it was all they got to end this situation without having to look over their shoulders.Especially since Pellify's earlier employer definitely wouldn't be providing any help. The ultimate result? One hell of a bloodshed. The plan went to pot swiftly when the guards, upon Silithcan's arrival, tried to separate the two. And Silithcan resisted. What was once an infiltration plan turned into a simple slaughter, something that only succeeded due to Pellify being an experienced Force user taking on average criminal thugs. Theleris' Undercity base was reduced to a ruin, and in the end Dek himself was killed when a thermal detonator thrown by Sil ended up inside his escape shuttle. To which the Trandoshan quipped "I guess his flight was redirected, to hell." That earned him a slap from his new friend. Without anywhere else to go, he ended up joining Pellify as she reunited with Tath. Tath was incredibly angry with the notion that the reptile that kidnapped his sister was now with her and she was defending him. Sil nearly ended up shot in the head, again. But after some argumentation, he was brought with them on their adventurers. Over the years, Pellify and Tath ended up becoming the Trandoshan's closest friends and mentors. They took contracts together, visiting many places that Silithcan could have only dreamed of in the past, and changed Sil into the man he became in the present. Pellify in particular helped Silithcan cope with his psychopathy and control his urges more. But eventually, Silithcan branched out and ventured out on his own to start bring his own keep. He kept in touch with the pair, of course. But he wanted a chance to be his own person and explore the galaxy at his own pace. So, using what money he had himself, he bought a ship and once again ventured forth to explore the underworld of the galaxy. |
