Gwrtheyrn
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NAME: Gwyrtheyrn
FACTION: Neutral.
RANK: Poet
SPECIES: Maelibus
AGE: 169 years old by human reckoning.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 12 feet
WEIGHT: 1200kg
EYES: A bright indigo Gwyrtheyrn's eyes posses no pupils as such but are comprised entirely of cornea.
HAIR: Gwyrtheyrn's hair comes out in the mane characteristic of his species. Not particularly well kept the hair is a dirty white shade flecked with detritus such as foliage and soil.
SKIN: Radiant golden plates serve to make up the hide of the Maleibus poet. In stark contrast to his mane this metallic armor seems to repel all forms of dross causing dirt to slide off like water.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes Gwyrtheyrn is force sensitive. He has been taught he basics of telekinesis by his master Coci and has also picked up the use of force valor which he has taken to quite naturally.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Subject of Legends - Strength: Maelibus are most defiantly one of the more formidable sentient species in the galaxy. Their natural strength speed and durability make them warriors par excellence. This tends to inspire terror within most other races but also a strange sense of awe.
Composer of Sagas - Strength : Gwyrtheyrn is a poet in the ancient sense of a term. Through his songs he tells the sagas of great warriors. Having listened to the dirges and ballads of his forebears he has an oral history of his people dating back millennium. He also fulfills the role of a judge and arbiter when it comes to disputes and on the odd occasion acts as a shaman though lacking proper training Gwyrtheyrn prefers to leave it to his elders. Gwyrtheyrn' songs are enough to drive most sentiments to their knees entranced or draw forth any of the spectrum of emotions.
Incandescent Agony- Weakness : Being part of a subterranean species Gwyrtheyrn's eyes do not cope well with bright lights. Things such as flash bangs and high powered light beams can cause him to experience intense pain and temporary blindness far greater and longer than a human would suffer.
Luddites Curse -Weakness: Being of a race that has not naturally developed space age technology Gwyrtheyrn has a deep seated distrust towards machinery. Aside from having no clue how to operate most machinery Gwyrtheyrn's psyche also creates subtle force activity often causing machines he uses to fail. This does not transfer to machines being used against him as he expects them use the full extent of their evil upon him and if anything they tend to work more efficiently than usual.
APPEARANCE:
Standing at twelve feet in height and weighing around half as much as a adult rancor Gwyrtheyrns presence is certainly difficult to miss. During his younger years Gwyrtheyrn engaged in fights with other adolescent Maelibus giving his golden hide various scratches and nicks from claw marks and bites. Gwrtheyrn's horns are kept in good shape being filed to give their points definition and remove irregularities from the columns . Needless to say Gwyrtheyrn has a physique that would make an Olympian feel inadequate though he is considered somewhat bulky even for his species.
Gwyrtheyrn carries both a massive ciridium greatsword writh the names and deeds of his ancestors carved into the blades flat and a thick vellum tome filled with the songs that Gwrtheyrn has composed. On Iego Gwyrtheyrn did not bother with the trivialities of clothing however understanding that many other species have odd hangups regarding the displaying of genitalia he has taken to wearing a set of survival pants designed for Togorians.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born the third son of a blacksmith it was clear from a young age that Gwrtheyrn would neither join his father in the forge nor the chieftain as a clan warrior. It was not that the boy could not swing a hammer or sword but rather that he spent hours pestering the elderly for tales of great heroes past. Eventually it came time for Gwrtheyrn to prove his worth as an adult and hunt a sentient. Heading out from the sunless tunnels in which he lived he spent several uncomfortable weeks skulking around for a suitable target. Finally he came across a female Twi'lek researcher foolhardy enough to wander the hills of Iego in hopes of catching sight of one of the elusive demons.
Even as Gwrtheyrn burst from the soil the woman turned her camera a mixture of joy and fear in her eyes. Yet she did not cry out or even run. Gwrtheyrn bore her to the ground his massive weight crushing her lungs even as his talons found her throat. It was over in seconds. She was dead and Gwrtheyrn forbidden from consuming any wild meat until he had eaten a sentient wolfed down the flesh. Yet thoughts of the woman continued to fill his mind. She must have known the danger present if one of his kind managed to stumble on her unawares and yet she persisted showing mystifying determination.
That was courage worthy enough for any saga.
That night Gwrtheyrn wrote the song of her final hours written down in runic script far away from where anyone could see it. When he sang the piece it was in an isolated cavern where no one could overhear. Such a song would almost certainly be deemed unworthy by those who heard it. A foolish alien girl dying to the might of a superior power.
The following year Gwrtheyrn was apprenticed to old Luigsech who had lived three thousand years and had been there when the great thane Cernos Ironhide had slain an entire host of Diathim warriors singlehandedly as well as the grand sack of Olca where an entire clan was wiped out in one night. There he learned to recite full epics from memory, the way that tone and pitch could enhance or break a scene and a hundred other things essential to the poets art.
His public recital was held on the eve of a neighboring clans visit. At first the foreign chieftain was angry with Gwrtheyrn's clan for providing a novice poet when they could instead offer one of Luigsech's famed performances. The ancient merely shook his head when confronted and stated that their warriors could either listen to his apprentice or go the entire eve without a song to accompany their noxious fungi brewed liquor.
By the end of the night the entire audience was spellbound. The visiting chieftain though deep in his cups proclaimed that he had never heard a more rousing piece.
It was ten years later that Gwrtheyrn had a run in with a Trandoshan looking to claim a Maelibus life in service of the scorekeeper. The battle took longer than the murder of the Twilek girl and the Trandoshan even managed to score a painful wound through Gwrtheyrn's carapace with a vibroaxe.
This time Gwrtheyrn performed his requiem for the entire clan. This was unprecedented - no one had sung the praise of an alien before. Even the grudging respect for the Diathim had barley been transferred to song. When he had finished Gwrtheyrn's father and brothers proceeded to beat the young poet half to death defying the laws that stated a skald could not be struck unless in times of war.
Luigsech stepped in once more stopping Gwrtheyrn's family with the force of his voice alone. Proclaiming a curse upon any who harmed or slandered his apprentice he carried the broken body back to his dwelling where he let the boy heal.
Six months passed and Gwrtheyrn had regained his vitality. Still Luigsech forbade his apprentice from leaving the vicinity of his dwelling. There was to be a sign he explained - one day Gwrtheyrn would be called to the vastness of the galaxy beyond. There he would witness great deeds and write saga's that could make the mountains shake with awe. By observing and chronicling the deeds of others Gwrtheyrn would make the Maelibus great and create songs that defied time itself.
One morning Gwrtheyrn awoke to a quiet abode. The young poet found his master Luigsech dead at his table. Before him was a long note and a empty bottle with its contents still steaming in the exposed air. The parchment bore a tale of pride and deep shame. By rights the Maelibus species should have been lords of the galaxy, leading the smaller more fragile races and crafting songs that all others would hold in reverence. Even the ravages of time could not touch them and yet they rotted away deep in the caverns below Iego picking off the odd sentient that came too close and squandering eternity on small matters.
The old poet wished to see a new order to things. But he was part of the old world entrenched into its customs and thus for a new one to grow he would need to remove himself so that Gwrtheyrn could take his place. In a corner of the dwelling lay a heap of precious stones that Luigsech had left for his apprentice so that he might take leave of the planet on one of the smaller races sky ships.
The smugglers who gave Gwrtheyrn passage on their vessel were somewhat nervous about the presence of a Maelibus but the diamonds and precious ore he paid with was pricey stuff. They were all killers and scoundrels after all so simply adding another monster to the mix couldn't hurt.
SHIP: NA
KILLS: 0
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: 0
Equipment:
Firbolg 700 Anti Freak Handcannon : A massive handgun designed to annihilate sithspawn.
Ashla's Mercy (Force Imbued Greatsword) : A ten foot long blade forged of ciridium and mephite crystal. The massive weapon is imbued with lightside force energies and erupts into golden flame when wielded against darkside adepts.
Threads:
An ode to the brave: In which the poet sees the galaxy outside his home planet of Iego for the first time
Are You an Angel? (Silver Jedi Dominion of Iego): In which the poet meets his master Coci for the first time, assists in negotiations between his people and the outside world and joins the Silver Jedi.
Guiding Spark : In which the poet receives some much needed training in the force from his master Coci.
One two three oh my half a dozen : In which the poet greets everyone and then falls asleep in the back of a room.
The Nine Muses : In which the poet meets Kay for the first time , learns the dangers of art and fends off some living statues.
Oysters will help you hyper drive (Silver Jedi dominion of Mon Calamari) : In which the poet rides a drop pod and feels somewhat sick.
Wings Of Basalt : In which the poet makes the acquaintance of a both a technological genius and a rabbit and assists in slaying his first sithspawn.
Padawans-Gwrtheyrn vs Ikki-Ike : In which the poet defeats a mad maid armed with some very dangerous wire.
Padawans-final round Xieza vs Topau vs Gwrtheyrn : In which the poet wins the second round and claims victory in the padawans tournament.
Beheading teddy bears : In which the poet is deified by Ewoks and comes to the aid of Kay with the help of Orphen.
Better part of valor : In which the poet endures one hell of a waterfall and learns the art of force valor.
Well done!
