Grudge The Grutt
Over The Hump Grump
CHARACTER BASICS
Name: Balroyaal
Age: 537
Sex: Male
Rank: None
Faction: None
Species: Hutt
Height: 2'2"
Weight: 167 Lbs
Eyes: Bloodshot Red, Kark Sleep
Hair: You Kids and your kark'n jests.
Skin: Pink?
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
APPEARANCE INFORMATIONSpecies: Hutt
Height: 2'2"
Weight: 167 Lbs
Eyes: Bloodshot Red, Kark Sleep
Hair: You Kids and your kark'n jests.
Skin: Pink?
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
Appearance: A sluggish mass of pink, and dark red gray matter and mushed corrupted flesh, essentially. Baal flops onto the ground at the height of 2'2", the excessive mass of his pink composition bringing him to a weight of 167 Lbs. From lack of sleep and corruption, Baal's eyes have become slit-like and blood-shot red. His mouth can open to exceedingly large proportions, his entire body being a talking brain, essentially. His teeth are layed and sharp, or atleast used to be, as his teeth are jumbled up, most broken and shattered with yellow canines exposed despite him fully closing his mouth. In short, his grill is karked. His lower half is composed of pink and dark red tendrils, allowing mobility and through the force, more interesting connections with technology. His entire body pulsates, expanding lightly and retracting alike a heart and when expanded, he turns dark red. His tendrils drag him along, a disgusting slime left in his wake. Last to mention, his right eye has a scar through it, glowing a dim white blue as well. His breath smells like the insides of a twi'lek, but don't question it.
ASPECTS - \\
[ Negative ] Grump: Balroyaal has a tendency to karking curse pretty karking frequently for no karking reason. His mood is usually ill, to boot. If he's happy, it's the reason you are. Unless you're twi'lek.
[ Negative ] Insensitivity: Balroyaal bears nothing kind in his ..brain body heart. He hesitates to do nothing, even destroying youth or laying waste to entire planets should he acquire the means to do so.
[ Negative ] Twi'lek Twerk: He has an odd obsession with twi'lek, curvaceous or not. If they can dance, his focus is seized.
[ Neutral ] Insomnia: Balroyaal has little need for sleep, and an immense hatred for sleep. In short, he rarely does it. Ever.
[ Positive ] Hyper Intelligence: His mutated brain body has gained enhanced intellectual and mental fortitude, power. This allows him to process things faster mentally, and allows for easy comprehension with new data. Even more so, it makes him highly resistant to mind-related force techniques.
[ Positive ] Bio-Engineer: He possesses a plethora of knowledge pertaining to biological engineering. Re-forming DNA, repairing, cloning and altering DNA and other factors of organic materials to produce new results in a timely fashion.
BIOGRAPHY: From Hutt, to Grutt
Bal'Royaal, hutt, crime lord and thriving hunk of one-eyed sexy slop. His riches derived from his profound intelligence and self-made company designed to manufacture droid technology and other forms of technology. However, the creations were composed of illegal and highly risky components, making distribution limited to the underworld and generally those with nothing to lose. He spent a large portion of his life cooped in his own lab, along with other engineers and neurological scientists, his plan was to surpass his already superior existence and become stronger intellectually, mentally and physically. Not by steroids, however, but mutation. To alter his own DNA Code and improve them through decades of experimentation, research and development. Simply put, the hutt grew obsessed with the idea of surpassing perfection. In efforts of continuing his research, he sold his company, payed off 96% of his working force and such to pay for the mutation serum's completion. By age 476, Balroyaal The Hutt developed said serum. His eyes became blood-shot red, because kark sleep, and he found himself laughing maniacally. After completing his life's goal, he pitched the idea to a corporation w/ advanced bio engineers, intending for them to research his serum and reproduce it for mass consumption. The Hutt, a year later, arranged a meeting point w/ the engineers, located on the outer rim. After all, this discovery was both valuable, and highly illegal. With the remainder of his staff, he slithered out his ship and met with the engineers. The suitcase was presented to them, however, the person holding the suitcase found a bullet in his skull, a swarm of fire originating from distant snipers and armed droids. The meeting location was leaked, apparently, the business scene raided by mercs, bounty hunters and the like. The hutt called off commands, finding himself with no one to adhere to them. He reached for the suitcase but just as quickly, a towering droid stepped before the hutt, picking him up where his neck should of been and the droid's arm molding into a blade before cleaving the hutt's dome straight off. He was terminated, his last sights being the view of his suitcase being walked away with. His life was robbed of his, in more ways than one.
The battlefield riddled by rocket-fire and explosives kicked up masses of debris and chunks of earth, the invaders leaving the body be with the technology in their hands. Time would pass, debris forming over the hutt's body and cleaved head and layering over it to mask the carcass. Despite his head being cleaved off, his race's innate regenerative factor repaired the hutt's brain cells at a faster rate than they died. He was brain-dead, in a sense. Decades upon decades would pass, the land changing drastically and an entire factory built on top of his grave-site, oddly enough. This factory, oddly enough, manufactured weapons of destruction and produced variants of mutated serums. The plant, being so large, exuded a mass of radioactive, toxic and mutated waste that were poured into the ground below for easy disposal. Surely enough, the dangerous waste seeped deep enough to surround BalRoyaal's grave-site, enveloping his cleaved head. The waste, in a sense, mutated the hutt's head, causing the faint cells existing still to mass reproduce. The individual cells were coated in a pulsating black and red foam-esque substance, allowing his cells to grow stronger, faster and better. Two days would pass, a group of workers entering the waste pools to clean and dispose of them.
A man would lean in, noticing something pink rip itself from a decayed hutt's skull and extending a pink tendril toward him and reeling him into the waste below. After many burps, grunts and curses, a pink brain-like abomination rose from the waste pools. It had red eyes, the right eye covered in a scar as the hutt's eye once did. It had no legs, or arms, but merely tendrils. "Y-..you karking **** ass back-stabbers." The abomination belched out a soldier's helmet, his brain body even possessing a mouth to talk. Mutations, man, they're the worst. He slithered his way to a helipad beside the enormous plant, using his new small and slimy body to maneuver his way into a small ship. The soldier checking the ship's controls before lift-off found himself covered in slime, looking up to see Balroyaal before his body was slung out the ship and Balroyaal used his tendrils to bring the ship into activation and into the stars without a hint of hesitation. "My karking serum, my karking company, they took it all! Revenge.."
He banged on the ship, "RRREEEVVVEENNGE!!" ---"Automated coffee dispenser activated" The ship's AI would chime, sprinkling coffee all over his brain body. From a civilian ship's view, they could see a pink thing inside a ship hitting various things while screaming things alone the line of: "kark EVERY SINGLE THING IN EXISTENCE." He landed in a desolate, remote world of which his lab was built and hidden. The secret hatch was activated, his base hollowed of most of its technology and his precious serum gone. However, a single droid prototype was all that remained apart from his tools and research papers. After hollowing the center region of the droid, he wedged himself inside and activated the machine that encased Balroyaal in a small dome whilst inside the droid. Through neurologically advanced gears and a newly acquired telekinetic ability, his tendrils embedded themselves into the droid, using his body to resemble the brain that sent messages and controlled the body. From there forth, he would laugh aloud, his eyes gleaming with hatred. It would seem he would have start from nothing to rebuild his serum to shape the future, but with his new body and enhanced intellect, surely it wouldn't take nearly as long to spark the idea into fruition.
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FORCE ABILITIES
Novice: == Adept: === Knight: ==== Master: ====
Telekinesis: ==________
SHIP: N/A
KILLS: None That I Remember...
BOUNTIES: Please...
