Post by Khaith on Sept 16, 2008 2:28:45 GMT -5
Name: Khaith Rost
Race: Zabrak
Age: 26
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appearance: Khaith is a somewhat average sized Zabrak, if not a slight bit taller than average. Khaith has a cluster of light brown horns just above his forehead; his dark brown hair comes right behind the horns, cut military style. He has black skin and piercing yellow eyes. His traditional Zabrak tattoos are a group of dark red jagged, criss-crossing lines centered at the bridge of his nose.
Khaith normally wears combat fatigues, even when not on duty. When in battle, his Mandalorian armor is red in honor of his father.
Birth place: Malidris, Iridonia
Spoken languages: Mando'a, Zabraki, Basic
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Special Forces
Bio: Khaith was born on Iridonia to Sanakk and Nitan Rost, assassins with strong ties to Mandalore. Khaith was raised in traditional Mandalorian fashion, being cared for by his mother in his early years on Iridonia. When it came time for his father Sanakk to take over parenting, he and Khaith moved to Mandalore.
During their time together, Sanakk taught his son the tools of his trade: stealth, assassination, Teräs Käsi. Khaith was remarkable at the Palawan martial art, and learned at a very fast rate; he was also talented in his father's other arts.
By his ascent into Mandalorian adulthood, Khaith was a well polished fighter. He and his father left Mandalore, traveling throughout the Outer Rim on assassinations. At age 18, the two separated, Khaith forging out to make his own legacy.
Khaith remained in the Outer and Mid Rim until the the age of 24. During that time, he gained a decent reputation as a reliable hitman. The money was good, work was satisfying, and he'd was looking for the future Mrs. Rost. Life was moving at an enjoyable pace for Khaith, until he received a message from the Core Worlds that his father had been killed.
The Zabrak rushed to Coruscant, wanting to know what had happened to his beloved father. Although he never learned the full story, his death had something to do with a Jedi Knight and Republic politics. Driven by rage and sadness, Khaith was quick to place the blame on these two groups, and his mind began plotting revenge. Unable to gain any specific info on who he had to kill to avenge his father, Khaith defeatedly returned to Iridonia to console his mother.
The Zabrak spent the next two years honing his skills further, and widening his horizons. Feeling ready to do what he felt must be done, he returned to Mandalore, donning the symbolic armor and pledging himself to the rebellion of his adopted brothers and sisters.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 9
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -2
RP Sample:
Some Rodian named Grouvat had pissed off the wrong people; trying to expose corruption tended to do that. He must not have been a very smart one either, as the Rodian had decided to hide away on Tatooine. Khaith tracked down the politician to a seedy Mos Eisley cantina.
Entering the establishment, the Zabrak scanned the crowd, knowing he'd find his target. Sure enough, Grouvat was sitting at the back of the bar, trying to look inconspicuous. Khaith immediately made his way over to the Rodian, only stopping when he noticed Grouvat's new friends. Two Trandoshans, obviously hired muscle. Khaith had hoped to possibly keep the assassination low key, but that appeared impossible now. Eyes as emotionless as ever, he continued to approach his target.
One of the Dosha pushed him back when he tried to get through. In response, Khaith rammed his fist into the lizard's jaw. Before either of the Trandoshan's could react, Khaith was behind them, drop kicking both in the back of the head and knocking them down. Knowing it took more than that to take this particular species down, the Iridonian got down to the ground and snapped both of their spines. He slowly got up, his piercing gaze meeting Grouvat's in a way that told the Rodian that he was about to die very quickly. The politician attempted to run for it, another poor decision. Khaith grabbed him, pushing his face into the Zabrak's fist. He finished off the Rodian with a strong knee to the solar plexus. While some patrons looked on in horror, most were used to the sight in Mos Eisley, and ignored Khaith as he solemnly walked out of the bar, ready to receive his pay and get on to the next job.
Race: Zabrak
Age: 26
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160 lbs.
Appearance: Khaith is a somewhat average sized Zabrak, if not a slight bit taller than average. Khaith has a cluster of light brown horns just above his forehead; his dark brown hair comes right behind the horns, cut military style. He has black skin and piercing yellow eyes. His traditional Zabrak tattoos are a group of dark red jagged, criss-crossing lines centered at the bridge of his nose.
Khaith normally wears combat fatigues, even when not on duty. When in battle, his Mandalorian armor is red in honor of his father.
Birth place: Malidris, Iridonia
Spoken languages: Mando'a, Zabraki, Basic
Faction: Mandalorian Military
Department: Special Forces
Bio: Khaith was born on Iridonia to Sanakk and Nitan Rost, assassins with strong ties to Mandalore. Khaith was raised in traditional Mandalorian fashion, being cared for by his mother in his early years on Iridonia. When it came time for his father Sanakk to take over parenting, he and Khaith moved to Mandalore.
During their time together, Sanakk taught his son the tools of his trade: stealth, assassination, Teräs Käsi. Khaith was remarkable at the Palawan martial art, and learned at a very fast rate; he was also talented in his father's other arts.
By his ascent into Mandalorian adulthood, Khaith was a well polished fighter. He and his father left Mandalore, traveling throughout the Outer Rim on assassinations. At age 18, the two separated, Khaith forging out to make his own legacy.
Khaith remained in the Outer and Mid Rim until the the age of 24. During that time, he gained a decent reputation as a reliable hitman. The money was good, work was satisfying, and he'd was looking for the future Mrs. Rost. Life was moving at an enjoyable pace for Khaith, until he received a message from the Core Worlds that his father had been killed.
The Zabrak rushed to Coruscant, wanting to know what had happened to his beloved father. Although he never learned the full story, his death had something to do with a Jedi Knight and Republic politics. Driven by rage and sadness, Khaith was quick to place the blame on these two groups, and his mind began plotting revenge. Unable to gain any specific info on who he had to kill to avenge his father, Khaith defeatedly returned to Iridonia to console his mother.
The Zabrak spent the next two years honing his skills further, and widening his horizons. Feeling ready to do what he felt must be done, he returned to Mandalore, donning the symbolic armor and pledging himself to the rebellion of his adopted brothers and sisters.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 9
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 9
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 4
Alignment: -2
RP Sample:
Some Rodian named Grouvat had pissed off the wrong people; trying to expose corruption tended to do that. He must not have been a very smart one either, as the Rodian had decided to hide away on Tatooine. Khaith tracked down the politician to a seedy Mos Eisley cantina.
Entering the establishment, the Zabrak scanned the crowd, knowing he'd find his target. Sure enough, Grouvat was sitting at the back of the bar, trying to look inconspicuous. Khaith immediately made his way over to the Rodian, only stopping when he noticed Grouvat's new friends. Two Trandoshans, obviously hired muscle. Khaith had hoped to possibly keep the assassination low key, but that appeared impossible now. Eyes as emotionless as ever, he continued to approach his target.
One of the Dosha pushed him back when he tried to get through. In response, Khaith rammed his fist into the lizard's jaw. Before either of the Trandoshan's could react, Khaith was behind them, drop kicking both in the back of the head and knocking them down. Knowing it took more than that to take this particular species down, the Iridonian got down to the ground and snapped both of their spines. He slowly got up, his piercing gaze meeting Grouvat's in a way that told the Rodian that he was about to die very quickly. The politician attempted to run for it, another poor decision. Khaith grabbed him, pushing his face into the Zabrak's fist. He finished off the Rodian with a strong knee to the solar plexus. While some patrons looked on in horror, most were used to the sight in Mos Eisley, and ignored Khaith as he solemnly walked out of the bar, ready to receive his pay and get on to the next job.
