Darakses
Mithrax Pathfinder Eldest
Name: Darakses
Faction: N/A
Tribe: Mithrax
Rank: Hunter Eldest
Species: Cha'ta'ri
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Height: 2.68m
Weight: 274Kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: N/A
Skin: Purple
Exoskeleton: Dark Grey
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths and Weaknesses
Soft Skills
Tenacious:
+ Fearless and bloodthirsty even for his kind, Darakses does not call off a hunt until his hunger and that of his brothers and sisters has been stilled.
- Recklessness has cost him and his tribe limbs and lives on their hunts as he tends to take high risk while in pursuit of prey.
Forthright:
+ Favouring a direct approach there is little that can sway his course of action once his mind is made up.
- Unable and unwilling to lie or speak in riddles the Cha’ta’ri is not of diplomatic nature and struggles taking part in social interaction.
Ruthless:
+ Distant to emotion this creature will not falter to his ego, societal standards, or morale. Insticutal decision-making even in the face of dire situations makes him a natural survivalist.
- His cold aptitude leaves no space for compassion, a Cha'ta'ri does not ponder over the consequences of one's actions.
Hard Skills
+ Close combat specialist: Incredible strength and speed paired with an instinct for destruction make him a terrifying opponent in direct combat.
+ Tech Affine: A predisposition for technological enhancements as well as a crazed talent to improvise set him apart from even the more intelligent Cha’ta’ri of his tribe.
- Low Blaster proficiency: With little interest to kill prey from a distance and three-clawed thumbs to operate these tools of war Darakses is rather unskilled in the wielding of long-range precision blasters or other firearms.
- No Force Know-how: Even though blessed with the instinct to feel and feed on the living force, Darakses has no applicable method to wield nor understand its presence.
Appearance
Darakses is a menacing model of his species and a prime example of his tribe's altered characteristics. Bold from head to toe his tough but smooth purple skin gives off a glowing hue yet the reinforced exoskeleton growing over his body seems to almost absorb light due to its matt rigged nature. One can clearly make out the well-defined and hardened muscle fiber that swells out between the layers of protective plaiting. A lack of his species standard antler-like head cladding ensures a focus on his four burning blue eyes that seem to pin down anything they set their gaze upon. The last defining facial feature is the creature's horrid orifice lined all around with multiple rows of small but pointed fangs ready to rip, tear and gulp the flesh of anything unfortunate enough to be within grasp. Each of the twelve sausage-like fingers on his four arms sports at its tip frightfully sharp claws. The same can be said for his feet with an addition of a separate raptor-like talon at each heel.
While he does not adhere to a specific sort of dress code the alpha Cha’ta’ri will often be seen sporting dark-colored robes made of sewed together pieces of cloth that he wears like a hood and cape. Along with an assortment of reinforced protective plates and pauldrons over his upper and lower exoskeleton. He completes his attires with a belt strapped around his chest to store a varying arsenal of vibroblades and other gear.
When traveling outside the hive he sports a custom-fitted helmet with alarmingly red glowing mechanical eyes.
Darakses was born into the hunger. Just moments after emerging from his metamorphoses he began his lifelong battle against it. At the same time, he was taught how to calm it. He had to eat, kill and survive. Survive long enough to find the next meal. Eat, kill and repeat. Through ritualistic Cha'ta'ri tradition, he was forced to battle the other freshly hatched and he slaughtered his brothers and sisters without fail. There were 14 others and while he gulped down their flesh, experiencing the relieving sense of nourishment for the first time in his sentient life, he understood that it would be guided by this cycle.
His skill for combat was quickly noticed. While the tribe saw to it that he was taught in their ways of life and the history that had caused it, he spent most of his time in the battle pits either watching others or practicing himself. Reaching maturity he joined the hunters in their quest for procuring externally acquired sustenance for the tribe. He had been taught in the matters of space travel and technologies but was still in awe of the outside world and its many wonders.
While most of their hunts revolved around capturing space-fairing creatures such as Purrgils he was forever changed by the first time they tracked down other sentient life. Using a much smaller space vessel than what they were pursuing the insectoids hid in the darkness of the many asteroids in order to close in on their prey. Once in sight with barely more than helmets and breathers they gave themselves to the vacuum of open space. Drifting through the silent void they latched onto their victim's ship and began tearing at its hull until a breach was made. Having crippled the spacecraft causing an alarm and a lockdown they spread into its inners. Some crawled through vents and pipes and others shattered doors and smashed walls as they besieged the vessel.
He will never forget those eyes. Dropping into living quarters he was startled by the presence of a human. Its long golden hair spoke for its health and tenderness. Driven more by instinctual panic than decisive decision making he swung three of his clawed extremities at it. Its skin tore just like that of a Gikzka but its red blood was much more plentiful. He knew he had to paralyze the creature so as it fell forward he used his extended grip to pull it closer and bury his long sharp fangs in its neck. The poison began to flow into his frightened prey and its panicked cramped muscles began to relax.
Pulling back up and out of the red fleshy mess he would never forget those eyes. Blue like his own they stared right at him, he could identify the terror, the disbelief, and the surprise at its situation. To this day he still can not sympathize with it. He had survived, he had hunted, eaten, and slain this creature just as the laws of his life demanded. This was a victory, another day had been secured for him and his people.
Every hunt and every kill afterward became more normal, more predictable. He grew in experience, developed a method and skill. As the breeding cycle went on he became better: stronger, faster, more cunning, more adept, and even more lethal. He learned about the power of knowledge. The difference in metals, in species, and in space vessels. To differentiate a blaster from a slugthrower and he grew a particular liking to blades of all manner.
As the years went by new hunters joined while others perished and he stood out as a prime example of his kind. Before he really had a chance to consider it the role of Hunter Eldest fell to him. With that, a whole new world opened up to him. He was formally introduced to the other Eldest, but more importantly, he was given direct access to Thesiks the Wise. He learned that he was his spawn and he was shown many more wonders of the planets and systems that surrounded them.
Oddly enough he developed a sort of liking to humanoid creatures. Spending so much time tinkering with their technologies and exploring their insides he developed a knack to collect small trinkets of things he found on their bodies and ships. He envied their fate if not all of them and in a way he enjoyed their mannerism. Their weakness and frailness always surprised him, how little strength most of them could muster and how easily their bones snapped and flesh ripped.
Most of all though he began to believe in the dream of a paradise world in which no of them would have to hunger. Watching as the Cha'ta'ri advanced as a people bit by bit it seemed so possible if they just directed enough effort towards it.
Hardly anyone within the tribe had gathered more knowledge about the rest of known space than him. He was a successful hunter eldest and recognized for it by his people. Known throughout the tribe as The Claws of Hunger.
Coming to act as one of the guiding pillars within the growing colony Darakses was at the forefront of driving their advances. Leading missions into previously unexplored territories, and pushing their boundaries in what they believed to be achievable.
Under the watchful eyes of his "Father" Thesiks he led operations engaging foreign species in trade and exchanging services, establishing supply chains and costly strikes in an attempt to advance their technologies.
The image was coming closer and closer together for him, a real-world for the Cha'ta'ri to flourish and grow as a people.
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