Drako Torture
Character
NAME: Drako TortureDrako Torture said:
FACTION:
RANK: Sith Apprentice
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 25 years old
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11 (1.8 meters)
WEIGHT: 210 lbs (95.2 kg)
EYES: Nictitating membrane protected eyes (Gold color pupils)
HAIR: Silver
SKIN: Normally gold, but when enraged or damaged it turns greyish silver
FORCE SENSITIVE: Extremely force sensitive
FORCE ABILITIES
(Levels Beginner, Competent, Expert, and Mastered)
•Force Push and Pull ---- Competent
•Force Speed ---- Beginner
•Force Leap ---- Beginner
•Force Sense ---- Expert
Weapons
Dual lightsabers -Saberstaff when connected
(2) Assassin vibroblade daggers
Lightsaber Training
•Form I ---- Competent
•Form II ---- Beginner
•Form III ---- Beginner
•Form V ----Beginner
•Form VI ---- Competent
•Form VII ---- Beginner
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STRENGTHS
•Exceptional Healing Abilities: Drako's healing powers are nothing short of amazing even in the eyes of fellow firrerreo. Minor wounds healing in seconds, while more severe regeneration needed blunders short of a hour, most of the time....
•Firrerreo Senses: As if naturally possessing the strength of ten adult human males isn't enough, the dying race also possess a few other feral traits as well. Nictitating protected eyes allow vision into the ultraviolet range of the spectrum as well as protection against flashes and debris, combined with the canine like ability of hearing into the upper spectrum makes drako a perfect hunter and a remarkable killer
WEAKNESSES
•Overly confident in healing abilities: Being firrerreo, drako possesses incredible healing capabilities. The knowledge of this makes him rash and reckless at times during battles
• Overt presence: A major downfall of being firrerreo is also one of its best qualities, their shiny gold/silver skin. Firrerreo are under natural circumstances completely gold in color, but when angered, or injured they quickly turn a bright silver color, both of which make any kind of stealth or covertness nearly impossible.
APPEARANCE
Drako Torture dresses in dark generic sith apprentice garments and boots which are all selectively covered by a lightweight thin armor. Drako weilds dual silver bladed lightsabers that combine into a saberstaff as his primary weapon, on each hip he hids a vibroblade assassin dagger. Being firrerreo drako is naturally gold in color, but since he's always full of rage he's rarely ever seen away from his greyish platinum tint.
BIOGRAPHY
Drako opened his eyes, the paralyzing vapors which caused suspended animation still coursed through his clotted veins. He shifted his eyes around the inside of his stasis pod as the feeling of life slowly returned to his limps. The muffled sound of a repetitive buzzer could faintly be made out as the frosted face level window defrosted.
"Where am I?" drako asked himself as his clouded mind scrambled to reboot and he managed to take notice that the ceaseless ringing of the alarm had simultaneously been joined by a pulsating red light. He spun his wrist counter clockwise and with a swift shift in direction popped the crook in his neck. His legs were stiff as boards, but the aching knee pains were confirmation that the paralysis gases were leaving his body.
Drako could feel the strenght returning to his oxygen deprived muscles as he glared out of the now clear glass. There was blood everywhere! The ships floor was cruelly decorated with severed body remains, the walls were stained red with blood splatter and smeared hand prints, drako pushed against the pod door and as the seal slowly popped open the stench of decaying flesh swarmed around him, memories of unthinkable torturing and unnecessary murder flooded his mind. He took a step out, the soft cool squish of a stemless brain under his foot surprised him as he surveyed the room for any survivers or would be attackers, the complete sight of the room was enough to make the strongest stomach turn.
Drako smiled and kicked his way through a pile of lifeless beings and made his way to the blood soaked captains chair, "You should be cautious of who you allow on your ship sir" he taunted to the decapitated head sitting on the armrest as he marveled at his massacure. "Yep, a lot more cautious".....
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A
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