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(WIP)
Name: Fohv Kezbon
Homeworld: Castilon
Faction: Currently none.
Rank: N/A
Species: Paigun
Age: 47
Sex: Male
Languages: Fluent: Basic, Paigun,
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Comprehend only: Binary, Dosh,
Height: 6'1
Weight: 99 lbs.
Build: Unnaturally thin and lanky - literally akin to a walking vegetable.
Eye color: Bronze
Hair color: Bald
Skin color: Midnight blue.
Distinguishing Features: This particular Paigun bears a cybernetic left forearm, composed of frosted white durasteel and laced through with intricate bronze wiring.
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: Organic chemist. Also a well-versed technician through his familial upbringing.
Strengths:
Unintimidating Presence: As scientists aren't generally well-versed in combat, most tend to assume that a mere scientist isn't a threat. This assumption, at times, can be a grave error.
Chemical Weaponry: Knowledge of both organic and inorganic chemistry can be exploited to create poisons and toxins to debilitate, injure or kill one's opponents rather easily.
Coldness: Dispassion and a lack of empathy can only be a boon to one cause in particular: that of remorseless and unrepentant evil.
Weaknesses:
Educated Arrogance: Those in academia are often prone to becoming conceited, and this conceit often leads to downfalls rooted in the strange form of justice known as hubris.
Scholastic Greed: Often, the pursuit of knowledge can blind one to threats brought about by sociality - not that this cold-hearted one cares!
Appearance: He was a strange sight in the alleys of Nar Shadda, as he ignored the deluge of acrid, oily rainfall that streamed down in sheets all around him in the night, surrounded by a thick haze of smoke emanating from a squealing, ancient B1-Series battle droid, it's severed torso casting sparks into the rain-slicked duracrete beneath the lanky alien's feet. A slim creature clad in form-fitting gray plastoid armor over a black body glove, the amphibian alien possessed strange, bumpy skin and an almost comical, cylindrical shape to his incredibly lanky form. A flat, featureless face gazed with bright bronze-colored eyes down at a fallen Gand female, who was gasping and extending a thick-fingered hand, trembling, upwards towards the perpetual frown that was the vegetable-looking amphibian's face, flat and seemingly noseless, as he narrowed his eyes in disgust down upon her. His right hand raised up, to reveal a horrible truth - the tall, cylinder-headed amphibian, a Paigun - had forcibly removed the Gand female's breathing apparatus, and she was now suffocating!
As you took another step closer, you see enough evidence to piece together what had happened: a still-smoking blaster pistol lay at the fallen Gand's side as she writhed on her back and gurgled in agony. A bizarrely-armored left hand raised at the Paigun's opposite side - no, not armored - it was a cybernetic replacement, sporting three thick fingers instead of the usual four. From the palm of the male's hand a fist-sized, wavering cloud of acrid purple smoke that seemed to glow with green sparks emerged, dancing in the night as it glowed like fire, while the frowning, growling and angry visage of the Paigun shifted, his teeth baring as he stepped closer to the dying Gand, malice evident as his hand raised, turning like an avian claw towards the female below as that acrid, strange fire shifted and billowed...
The stink of chemicals struck your nose, and you began to turn away, not wanting to see what came next...
Biography: The illegitimate son of an aged Castilon-raised female Paigun protocol droid technician named Biow Kezbon, Fohv was an ambitious youth from the start, and eagerly took to learning his Mother's craft from the tender age of four. By the age of seven he had successfully deactivated and partially disassembled his own tutor droid, much to the shock (and eventual humor) of his parent! He continued to grow into an astute, clever and quick-witted youth both at home and during his Mother's frequent trips various droid programming companies across the Mid Rim, and sometimes even towards the Core Worlds! His Mother taught him the basics of her craft over the years, leading him to more acquire knowledge of evermore advanced forms of droid assembly and programming as he aged into adulthood. The parent and child also practiced and, across the Core Worlds, performed a great variety of musical instruments, as Fohv's Mother was a collector of virtually any form of instrument.
By the time he was a teen, Fohv had begun to develop an interest in life sciences and the theory of evolution, and how any number of species could be enhanced, specifically via natural chemical processes; while he loved droid work with his Mother, Fohv had discovered a new cause to develop himself with and a path to pursue all on his own. Upon reaching adulthood, the young Paigun managed - barely - to get himself accepted into Coronet City University on Corellia. While he enjoyed his studies here, he was appalled and disgusted to discover a great many students, both local and non-Corellian, who despised every aspect except the parties. Even some of the staff would encourage the harassing of the more serious students and engage in debauchery behind closed doors and dorms, much to Fohv's chagrin; this series of events and the constant press of sociality eventually alienated the Paigun from his peers entirely. (WIP)
Alignment: Neutral Evil
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Equipment: Bracer computer, SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol, ammo cartridges, spare clothing, A99 aquata breather/rebreather, repulsor/grav boots
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