Amonhoteph
Weaponsmith and Fitness Freak
NAME: Amonhoteph
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Weaponsmith
SPECIES: Anubian
FACTION: Independent
RANK: Weaponsmith
SPECIES: Anubian
AGE: 42
SEX: Male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
HEIGHT: 2.89 meters/9'6"
WEIGHT: 146.96 kg/324 lbs
EYES: Red
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Gray skin, dark gray fur
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
ALIGNMENT: Neutral
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Physical Prowess - Hardly any excess fat can be found on his body. He is a solid slab of well-built muscle down to the core and is capable of exceptional feats of strength.
[+] Swordsmanship - As much as he is a fitness freak, he is also a trained swordsman that can hold his own in a duel.
[-] Somewhat simple - Although he's Anubian, he's not the usual sort of educated noble. He can read and do math at a basic level and he knows what he needs to for his craft, but that's about it.
[-] Non-Force Sensitive - A rather big weakness when it comes to the battlefields of the modern galaxy where Sith and Jedi clash in the hundreds. His skill with a khopesh won't matter much if he can be tossed like a ragdoll.
APPEARANCE:
He'll often boast of a coat that is as black and beautiful as the night sky in days long gone - time has dulled and lightened his fur, forcing it to lose its ebon luster and become just a touch more grizzly than before. What age has not taken from him, however, is the intimidating stature of a man that lives in the forge. Years upon years of physical honing and beating countless blades into shape has given his muscles a quality akin to steel. As one of the best smiths of his home village on Ankhypt, he's earned the coin necessary to keep his health in good order, though he clearly isn't able to spoil himself with expensive silk tunics or finely-scented oils from the far-flung reaches of galactic trade. Even then, his outfit's golden qualities still mark him as a clear member of the highest castes of Ankhypt - the Anubian species as a whole.
APPEARANCE:
He'll often boast of a coat that is as black and beautiful as the night sky in days long gone - time has dulled and lightened his fur, forcing it to lose its ebon luster and become just a touch more grizzly than before. What age has not taken from him, however, is the intimidating stature of a man that lives in the forge. Years upon years of physical honing and beating countless blades into shape has given his muscles a quality akin to steel. As one of the best smiths of his home village on Ankhypt, he's earned the coin necessary to keep his health in good order, though he clearly isn't able to spoil himself with expensive silk tunics or finely-scented oils from the far-flung reaches of galactic trade. Even then, his outfit's golden qualities still mark him as a clear member of the highest castes of Ankhypt - the Anubian species as a whole.
BIOGRAPHY:
Super WIP!
EQUIPMENT:
Nothing but what he needs to forge a good sword, for now.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
THREADS:
N/A