NAME: Drogh
FACTION: None
RANK: Currently none.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: Male (Asexual)
HEIGHT: 6'5
WEIGHT: 70kg
EYES: Very pale blue
HAIR: Bald
SKIN: Sickly Pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Agile: Quick on his feat, able to move very suddenly and quickly, even though crowds and tight places.
Stealthy: He can be slow and silent when he needs to be, especially in dark Urban areas, where he flourishes.
Cunning: Thoughtful when it comes to planning, although he perfers to make plans he can quickly think up one on the spot when he needs to.
Skilled in the Force: Despite lack of formal training and there for generally can not use his powers to his potential, he may be gifted.
Paranoid: Constantly looks over his shoulder, never fully trusts anyone, very aware of his own morality.
Chaotic: Drogh is prone to extreme high and lows. Manic rage, or unbearable fear, reckless abandon and extreme paranioa.
Advanced Dark side Degeneration: Despite being only a padawn in terms of power, the amount of raw darkside energy flowing around in him has made him weak with sickness. Extremely pale skin, a frail build and often times burning yellow eyes.
APPEARANCE:
A figure clad head to toe in a black robe, having a almost ghostly like apprence, the cloak covers his arms and legs making him seem like some sort of floating spirt. The way he moves and even the way he talks, makes the more idiotic to believe he may very well be a ghost. He bears a mask on his face, that has a slight rustic and crude look to it, with two weepings tears of blood running down on them. His face is rarely ever shown as his cloak and mask make all but his eyes hard to see.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once in on Coruscant there lived a young boy with his mother and father. The underground part to be correct. A horrbile dark and grugling place to live, but his mother and father loved this young boy fiercly. They had become petty thieves, stealing to survivie, at one point having a decent living on it. But with all risky life styles it doesn't often end well, his mother and father stoled from the wrong person and they ended up dead. The young boy was left to fight for him self, or rather hide. Hide he did, with growing eyes of hate as he patiencally watched the underworld rot around him, years went by and he waited. Untill finally he got a chance to get off the hell, by doing what his father did before him, steal.
The Future.
Drogh could of been a Sith, on that baking planet on Tatoonie, where two suns roared down heat on everyone, slowly melting you away as if you was wax. Yet that did not happen to Drogh, the One Sith fell before any thing could of happened. [member="Vaulkhar"] was supposed to train him to be a Sith, that never happened. To be honest Drogh preferred it that way, he could be happy at home, yet Drogh desired more then to simply creep around alleyways.
That is where he found the "underworld",more or less a cluster of gangs that look scary enough for no a single big faction to come and smash us done one by one. Crime would be his future, his goal in life. Drogh didn't like scraping a living as an informant, he wanted wealth and though wealth he would gain power. Despite this, Drogh still has the desire to further his force skills, even traveling to places he never he thought him self visiting.
Drogh's future would not be the one he had in mind, but it would hopefully be one to power.
A old Friend
Drogh wasn't one for friends, but perhaps the closet thing he had to a friend was @Herr Vandering. Drogh hated him, but he could tolerate him as Drogh needed wealth and power. The Underworld shattered and there is nothing of it now, most of the criminals have parted and seek to make their own fortune, exactly what Drogh did. Drogh isn't sure what he wants, power and wealth? Perhaps some thing more then that, some thing beyond wealth and power, but what? Drogh didn't know but what ever it was, he would achieve it.
Amount to Nothing.
Drogh once again amounted to nothing. Ra, some foreign thing wished to train Drogh in the art of the darkside, Drogh as Drogh does spat in the face of the future. What made Drogh regress and regress? What made Drogh refuse to inspire or to be more then what he could be? What made Drogh want to rot? Pointless questions with meaningless answers, Drogh was forsaken, cursed and doomed. Yet perhaps in this despair, some fragment of power can be grasped. No, Drogh will not have help, nor will he ever need it. Drogh will rot, Drogh will suffer, and Drogh will die.
The Dark Hand.
Drogh was convinced to join the Dark Hand, by his "mistress" [member="Riamah"], who while originally rejecting her, embraced the chance for power. Drogh cares nothing for the ideas of the Dark Hand, who or why it fights, he is using it for his own ends, to achieve power. A promise was uttered by Riamah, a promise Drogh would take to heart. The furthest pits of Coruscant would be his. Yet also on Coruscant, he would make other connections, The Family. Hired as muscle, to carry about rather dirty and illegal activities on the behalf of The Family, so they might secure a foothold on Coruscant, slowly devouring it bit by bit.
PERSONALITY: Drogh is a sly, stubborn, callus, cruel and generally unpleasant individual. A reliance on drink and drugs to get though the days, he has a generally negative and spiteful, petty personality. He is deeply paranoid and is not afraid of running away when he needs to. He isn't the type to form friendships or to inspire people, he is a dreg, a wretch, and an outcast. Yet, deep within a shell of malice is a sobbing little child, still weeping over the loss of his family, something he never quite got over. While he often rejects people originally out of a fear he'd loose them, however over time it has mutated it's self into a genuine hate, despising people for no real reason at all, other then he has taught him too. A pathetic individual, although is deserving of no ounce of pity.
SHIP:
Star Dog Light Freighter
Affiliation: Various
Producer: Bornaryn Shipyards
Size: 17 meters
Weaponry: 1 blaster cannon
Crew: 1
Flight Characteristics: Medium
Design Philosophy: The Star Dog was designed for the one man entrepreneur who is running on a budget. The Star Dog is about the same size as an XT4 but has ten times the hauling power and external hauling clamps. This allows it to haul large storage containers when on the job, and to travel light when the job is completed. The ship itself doesn’t offer much in the way of comfort or room, but it gets the job done.
Variations: Some owners have modified their Star Dogs with more adequate firepower and armor plating.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
FACTION: None
RANK: Currently none.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 30
SEX: Male (Asexual)
HEIGHT: 6'5
WEIGHT: 70kg
EYES: Very pale blue
HAIR: Bald
SKIN: Sickly Pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Agile: Quick on his feat, able to move very suddenly and quickly, even though crowds and tight places.
Stealthy: He can be slow and silent when he needs to be, especially in dark Urban areas, where he flourishes.
Cunning: Thoughtful when it comes to planning, although he perfers to make plans he can quickly think up one on the spot when he needs to.
Skilled in the Force: Despite lack of formal training and there for generally can not use his powers to his potential, he may be gifted.
Paranoid: Constantly looks over his shoulder, never fully trusts anyone, very aware of his own morality.
Chaotic: Drogh is prone to extreme high and lows. Manic rage, or unbearable fear, reckless abandon and extreme paranioa.
Advanced Dark side Degeneration: Despite being only a padawn in terms of power, the amount of raw darkside energy flowing around in him has made him weak with sickness. Extremely pale skin, a frail build and often times burning yellow eyes.
APPEARANCE:
A figure clad head to toe in a black robe, having a almost ghostly like apprence, the cloak covers his arms and legs making him seem like some sort of floating spirt. The way he moves and even the way he talks, makes the more idiotic to believe he may very well be a ghost. He bears a mask on his face, that has a slight rustic and crude look to it, with two weepings tears of blood running down on them. His face is rarely ever shown as his cloak and mask make all but his eyes hard to see.
BIOGRAPHY:
Once in on Coruscant there lived a young boy with his mother and father. The underground part to be correct. A horrbile dark and grugling place to live, but his mother and father loved this young boy fiercly. They had become petty thieves, stealing to survivie, at one point having a decent living on it. But with all risky life styles it doesn't often end well, his mother and father stoled from the wrong person and they ended up dead. The young boy was left to fight for him self, or rather hide. Hide he did, with growing eyes of hate as he patiencally watched the underworld rot around him, years went by and he waited. Untill finally he got a chance to get off the hell, by doing what his father did before him, steal.
The Future.
Drogh could of been a Sith, on that baking planet on Tatoonie, where two suns roared down heat on everyone, slowly melting you away as if you was wax. Yet that did not happen to Drogh, the One Sith fell before any thing could of happened. [member="Vaulkhar"] was supposed to train him to be a Sith, that never happened. To be honest Drogh preferred it that way, he could be happy at home, yet Drogh desired more then to simply creep around alleyways.
That is where he found the "underworld",more or less a cluster of gangs that look scary enough for no a single big faction to come and smash us done one by one. Crime would be his future, his goal in life. Drogh didn't like scraping a living as an informant, he wanted wealth and though wealth he would gain power. Despite this, Drogh still has the desire to further his force skills, even traveling to places he never he thought him self visiting.
Drogh's future would not be the one he had in mind, but it would hopefully be one to power.
A old Friend
Drogh wasn't one for friends, but perhaps the closet thing he had to a friend was @Herr Vandering. Drogh hated him, but he could tolerate him as Drogh needed wealth and power. The Underworld shattered and there is nothing of it now, most of the criminals have parted and seek to make their own fortune, exactly what Drogh did. Drogh isn't sure what he wants, power and wealth? Perhaps some thing more then that, some thing beyond wealth and power, but what? Drogh didn't know but what ever it was, he would achieve it.
Amount to Nothing.
Drogh once again amounted to nothing. Ra, some foreign thing wished to train Drogh in the art of the darkside, Drogh as Drogh does spat in the face of the future. What made Drogh regress and regress? What made Drogh refuse to inspire or to be more then what he could be? What made Drogh want to rot? Pointless questions with meaningless answers, Drogh was forsaken, cursed and doomed. Yet perhaps in this despair, some fragment of power can be grasped. No, Drogh will not have help, nor will he ever need it. Drogh will rot, Drogh will suffer, and Drogh will die.
The Dark Hand.
Drogh was convinced to join the Dark Hand, by his "mistress" [member="Riamah"], who while originally rejecting her, embraced the chance for power. Drogh cares nothing for the ideas of the Dark Hand, who or why it fights, he is using it for his own ends, to achieve power. A promise was uttered by Riamah, a promise Drogh would take to heart. The furthest pits of Coruscant would be his. Yet also on Coruscant, he would make other connections, The Family. Hired as muscle, to carry about rather dirty and illegal activities on the behalf of The Family, so they might secure a foothold on Coruscant, slowly devouring it bit by bit.
PERSONALITY: Drogh is a sly, stubborn, callus, cruel and generally unpleasant individual. A reliance on drink and drugs to get though the days, he has a generally negative and spiteful, petty personality. He is deeply paranoid and is not afraid of running away when he needs to. He isn't the type to form friendships or to inspire people, he is a dreg, a wretch, and an outcast. Yet, deep within a shell of malice is a sobbing little child, still weeping over the loss of his family, something he never quite got over. While he often rejects people originally out of a fear he'd loose them, however over time it has mutated it's self into a genuine hate, despising people for no real reason at all, other then he has taught him too. A pathetic individual, although is deserving of no ounce of pity.
SHIP:
Star Dog Light Freighter
Affiliation: Various
Producer: Bornaryn Shipyards
Size: 17 meters
Weaponry: 1 blaster cannon
Crew: 1
Flight Characteristics: Medium
Design Philosophy: The Star Dog was designed for the one man entrepreneur who is running on a budget. The Star Dog is about the same size as an XT4 but has ten times the hauling power and external hauling clamps. This allows it to haul large storage containers when on the job, and to travel light when the job is completed. The ship itself doesn’t offer much in the way of comfort or room, but it gets the job done.
Variations: Some owners have modified their Star Dogs with more adequate firepower and armor plating.
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
