Character Fulcrum

[Fulcrum]

F U L C R U M

[Personal Commission. Art by narqwibqwib.]​

NAME: Fulcrum (previously: Salem Faze, Salem Naquad)

FACTION: N/A (previously: Clan Faze, House Ordo)

RANK: N/A

SPECIES: Kaleesh

AGE: 28

SEX: Male (he/him)

HEIGHT: 6'6"

WEIGHT: 250 lbs

EYES: Golden

HAIR: Jet black

SKIN: Orange

FORCE SENSITIVE: No

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STRENGTHS:

PERCEPTION: With a keen eye for minute detail and a near-photographic memory, Fulcrum is capable of memorizing a crime scene and piecing together events based on fragmentary evidence. If you think he hasn't noticed something, believe it, he has. He just hasn't mentioned it yet.

DETERMINATION: Fulcrum will move heaven and earth to close a case. His stubbornness and unwillingness to back down can get him into trouble, but it can also see him through the worst situations.

PHYSICAL APTITUDE: The natural athleticism of the Kaleesh species, combined with the sheer discipline of Mandalorian training, makes Fulcrum a tough opponent. He's capable of outrunning and outmaneuvering human opponents, despite his larger size. His most dangerous attributes are the killing claws on his bare feet; one well-placed kick can be a potential death sentence for an opponent.

WEAKNESSES:

PARANOIA: Fulcrum believes that there are eyes and ears everywhere. Sometimes, he's right. However, his paranoid tendencies can also be a distraction, or a turn-off for potential allies.

UNCHARISMATIC: While a full suit of beskar and a couple of killing claws can certainly be persuasive, given the right context, Fulcrum lacks a natural sense of charisma. Mysterious, he may be, but charming he is not. Expect lots of brief, one-word answers.

NOSY BASTARD: This detective has a nose for trouble, and that nose can end up getting bloodied when he sticks it somewhere he shouldn't. His obsessive need to follow the rabbit hole can, has, and will land him in serious trouble.

TRAUMA: Fulcrum bears the psychological weight of his past experiences, and frankly, he's not doing so hot. PTSD makes him restless, irritable, and even unpredictable under certain circumstances, and a fear of losing people means he's disinclined to get close to anyone again. It's a lonely life.

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APPEARANCE:

Standing at 6'5", Fulcrum is an imposing and unusually tall Kaleesh. His tusks are relatively small and stubby for those of his kind. His jet-black hair, golden eyes, and scarred visage remain hidden from the world underneath a suit of bone-white beskar, his helmet imprinted with red accents to honor his Kaleesh heritage. He wears a black-and-red kama around his waist. His feet remain bare for better traction and use in combat. Underneath the armor, the right half of his face is mottled with burns from liquid beskar. Three large scars stretch across his chest, and one up the length of his left thigh. Small points of bone extend from his elbows.

BIOGRAPHY:

Salem Naquad was born on the distant world of Kalee to two simple fishers. His childhood was spent wandering the white-sand beaches near his home, investigated washed up shipwrecks, playing in the tidepools and helping his parents with the daily catch. Even at this young age, the boy was a loner-- with no siblings to play with, he kept to himself and his own affairs.

His idyllic lifestyle came to a screeching halt when, at age 8, he and his family home were caught in the collateral damage of a devastating off-world bombing. To this day, the culprits are still unclear, although Fulcrum has some good guesses. Regardless of the perpetrators, the damage was done: his parents died in the blast, he himself nearly dying as the weight of the crumbling shack fell upon him.

And then, like an avenging angel sent from the gods, the boy saw the man who would become his adoptive father descend from the sky to save him. That man, Oran Faze, was a Mandalorian, and Salem became his foundling.

Inducted into the traditionalist ways of clan Faze, Salem found a new family among the Mandalorians. Desperate to prove himself worthy of being Mandalorian, and living up to Oran's expectations, he tackled every trial and tribulation he encountered with a single-minded determination and a will to succeed.

Things were good. His father was proud of him, and Salem Faze was proud of himself. Although an accident while forging his beskar left him scarred, Salem remained unswayed, and donned his armor to join the warrior ranks of clan Faze at the age of eighteen. His specialty was in tracking, hunting and search and rescue.

Unfortunately, fate had other things in store for him and the rest of clan Faze.

Crazed sorcerers with red lightsabers set upon clan Faze, as retribution for a wider conflict between Sith and Mandalorians. Salem Faze died that day, his ribs broken and leg sliced, watching as the sorcerers tore apart the only family he had. The broken man that came to replace him, the one that dragged himself from the burning embers of their broken stronghold, was Fulcrum.

Ten years have passed since that fateful day. In the time since, Fulcrum has made a small and relatively meager name for himself as a detective, mercenary, and jack-of-all-trades adventurer. If someone needs to be found, he takes the call. If a mystery needs unraveling, he takes the call. If a wrong needs to be set right, he takes the call.

SHIP:

A replica/retrofit of the older XS-800 light freighter, Fulcrum's ship, the Problemsolver, has been modified to enable him to pilot the ship alone. Double laser cannons and an additional ion array allow the Problemsolver to hold its own in a fight and disable ships before they can make a getaway. While the ship is suited to hold multiple passengers, the function is rarely used. Most of the interior walls are covered in scraps of flimsiplast and printed photos, strung together in intricate knots of red string. Only he knows what it all means.

KILLS: N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED: N/A