Hkeek Nkulla Keeza
Character
[SIZE=14pt]Social Information[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hkeek Nkulla Keeza (Cursed Weapon in Jawa Trade Talk)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Nickname: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Keeza[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Faction: [/SIZE]The One Sith
[SIZE=11pt]Rank: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]n/a[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Home world: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tatooine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Known Locales: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tatooine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sexual orientation: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Asexual[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Marital status: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Single[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Sensitive: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Yes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Alignment: [/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]Chaotic Evil[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Physical Information[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Age[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]15[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sex[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Species[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Weight[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]135lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Height[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]5’7”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eyes[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Hair[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Skin[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Black [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Appearance[/SIZE]:
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza appears as any 15 year old boy might, if he had lived his life without parental guidance, bathed in the radiance of the dark side throughout his childhood, scavenged everything he could in order to survive, and took what he couldn’t scavenge. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He dresses in whatever rags he can find, regularly replacing his past, torn, blood spattered clothes instead of cleaning them. His hair hangs loosely over his face, although he keeps it too short to reach his shoulders by hacking it away at times with one of the two daggers he keeps sheathed at his sides at all times. His physical appearance isn’t a concern to him in the least. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Traits and Abilities[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Strengths and Weaknesses:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Relentless[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Keeza has no quit. He will suffer tremendous pain himself in order to make his kill.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Hunter’s Instinct[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: A predator can always pick out the weakest in the herd. In the same way, Keeza can zero in on enemies weaknesses and exploit them. There are no off limits for Keeza. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Scavenger[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: A scavenger can survive in the most barren environments. Comfort is not a consideration in their lives, only that which is useful and necessary. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) AntiSocial[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Growing up in near total social seclusion has made Keeza completely antisocial. Any interaction he’s forced to have with others is forced, stilted, and alien to his understanding. He also has no pretense to attempt to dress nice, or bathe, so his physical presence is as undesirable as his social.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) Tunnel Vision[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: When Keeza comes to task his surroundings become blurred. While he becomes ferociously obsessed over his target he also becomes threateningly unaware of his surroundings.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) Sadist[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Inflicting pain brings him pleasure, and it can often serve as a distraction to a larger purpose. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Languages: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Galactic Basic, Huttesse, Jawa Trade Talk[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Skills:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Powers: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personality[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]An antisocial person has no real empathy. Keeza enjoys making the faces of people he sees. The wide eyed, slack jawed look of someone seeing him appear from the shadows. The furrowed brow of the man trying to comprehend his own demise. These small things are the only real source of pleasure for Keeza, that and the sound of their labored breath as they try, hopelessly, to outrun him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Occasionally a person will attempt to discuss his past with him. He doesn’t mind the questions, but none ever seem interested in more than a few questions. The look of shock in their eyes when he discusses his childhood is at least some form of entertainment. Conversation isn’t all that bad.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Biography[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza doesn’t remember a family. His earliest memories are of the cave. He remembers struggling through sand and heat, parched, and no longer able to cry because of dehydration and exhaustion. He doesn’t remember why he was wandering the wastes of Tatooine. As he crested a particularly tall dune and saw the city of Mos Espa on the horizon, exhaustion overwhelmed him and he collapsed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]When he awoke he was lying in a stagnant pool of water in a dark cavern. He would later learn that he had collapsed, rolled down the tremendous dune, only to slide into a sink-pit, leading to an underground river. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]While part of him felt he should regain his strength and keep moving towards the city, something kept him from straying too far from the cavern. Every time he tried, he was drawn back, not by fear, but by an overwhelming need to stay, and feel the alluring presence of the cave seep into his bones. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]For years he dwelt in the cave. He drank from the water which was filtered by the porous bedrock and so was clean and cold, and when he couldn’t find something to hunt, he would eat the algae for the cavern walls. Sometimes he would find salvage on his brief treks through the wastes, and would trade his findings to passing Jawas for food. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eventually, he built a sort of repartee with the Jawas who gave him the name Hkeek Nkulla Keeza, which in the Jawa Trade Talk roughly translated to “Cursed Weapon.” Keeza couldn’t remember if he’d had a name before it, so he accepted the title, unaware that it was not given through affection. The Jawas respected Keeza as you might a feral Krayt dragon, but they held no love for the deranged boy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Through his time in the cave, a darkness slipped into his mind. A presence existed there with him, although it never truly revealed itself to him. At times Keeza would focus his mind, and he could come close to touching it, but he could never hold it for long. He'd have dark and violent dreams which eventually became second nature to him. One dream in particular repeated regularly for him, that of a pulsing crystal, buried deep beneath the ground. In the dream it called to him, and he felt as is a part of him resided within the pristine edges of it's surface. Whenever he awoke from these dreams, he could feel it's call linger for a time, but he was never able to fully grasp the pull.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza started hunting animals, not for sustenance, but so he could experiment with his demented urges. He started by pulling the toes and tails off of lizards. He could feel their pain and fear as if it was smoke in the air, and it nourished him as much as their meat did. He began to cut them open, and see how long they would continue to live after he removed certain organs. The feeling of their life’s energy leaving their body became a drug. He started hunting bigger animals, and continuing his practices on them, hoping the larger the animal, the bigger the release. While his premise made sense at the time, it was misguided.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He didn’t realize his error until one day the sound of a speeder drew him from his cavern. It had halted at a nearby ravine, and a Rodian had dropped to his back and was working at something on the undercarriage. Keeza could immediately feel the Rodian’s frustration, and the palpability of that emotion drew him forward.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Rodian had lasted for days. He’d lost fingers, hands, ears, eyes… he’d been opened from his navel to his chin. Keeza had watched his heart beating within its chest, and relished in its strained futility as it tried, and failed, to keep beating. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Rodian was the first. Keeza took his clothing, along with a pair of long daggers, and his speeder and headed for civilization.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Ship: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Landspeeder – (in need of repairs)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Thread Tracker[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Public:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Private:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Name: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Hkeek Nkulla Keeza (Cursed Weapon in Jawa Trade Talk)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Nickname: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Keeza[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Faction: [/SIZE]The One Sith
[SIZE=11pt]Rank: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]n/a[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Home world: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tatooine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Known Locales: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Tatooine[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sexual orientation: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Asexual[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Marital status: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Single[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Sensitive: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Yes[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Alignment: [/SIZE] [SIZE=11pt]Chaotic Evil[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Physical Information[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Age[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]15[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Sex[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Male[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Species[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Human[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Weight[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]135lbs[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Height[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]5’7”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eyes[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Brown[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Hair[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Black[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Skin[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Black [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Appearance[/SIZE]:
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza appears as any 15 year old boy might, if he had lived his life without parental guidance, bathed in the radiance of the dark side throughout his childhood, scavenged everything he could in order to survive, and took what he couldn’t scavenge. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He dresses in whatever rags he can find, regularly replacing his past, torn, blood spattered clothes instead of cleaning them. His hair hangs loosely over his face, although he keeps it too short to reach his shoulders by hacking it away at times with one of the two daggers he keeps sheathed at his sides at all times. His physical appearance isn’t a concern to him in the least. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Traits and Abilities[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Strengths and Weaknesses:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Relentless[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Keeza has no quit. He will suffer tremendous pain himself in order to make his kill.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Hunter’s Instinct[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: A predator can always pick out the weakest in the herd. In the same way, Keeza can zero in on enemies weaknesses and exploit them. There are no off limits for Keeza. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](+) Scavenger[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: A scavenger can survive in the most barren environments. Comfort is not a consideration in their lives, only that which is useful and necessary. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) AntiSocial[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Growing up in near total social seclusion has made Keeza completely antisocial. Any interaction he’s forced to have with others is forced, stilted, and alien to his understanding. He also has no pretense to attempt to dress nice, or bathe, so his physical presence is as undesirable as his social.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) Tunnel Vision[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: When Keeza comes to task his surroundings become blurred. While he becomes ferociously obsessed over his target he also becomes threateningly unaware of his surroundings.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt](-) Sadist[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Inflicting pain brings him pleasure, and it can often serve as a distraction to a larger purpose. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Languages: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Galactic Basic, Huttesse, Jawa Trade Talk[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personal Skills:[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Repair[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Moderate understanding of electronics, mechanics, and engineering[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Sleepless[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: Keeza can go tremendous amounts of time without sleep, or with small intervals of sleep.[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Thrown Weaponry[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: From stones to daggers, if it can be thrown it can be lethal[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Anatomic Weaknesses[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]: What’s the quickest way to kill something? He likely knows. If he doesn't he's willing to spend long, sleepless nights with victims to learn.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Force Powers: [/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Telekinesis [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]- [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Basic [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt](uncontrolled)[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Enhanced Senses[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] – [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Basic[/SIZE]
- [SIZE=11pt]Consume Essence[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] – [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Basic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Personality[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]An antisocial person has no real empathy. Keeza enjoys making the faces of people he sees. The wide eyed, slack jawed look of someone seeing him appear from the shadows. The furrowed brow of the man trying to comprehend his own demise. These small things are the only real source of pleasure for Keeza, that and the sound of their labored breath as they try, hopelessly, to outrun him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Occasionally a person will attempt to discuss his past with him. He doesn’t mind the questions, but none ever seem interested in more than a few questions. The look of shock in their eyes when he discusses his childhood is at least some form of entertainment. Conversation isn’t all that bad.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Biography[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza doesn’t remember a family. His earliest memories are of the cave. He remembers struggling through sand and heat, parched, and no longer able to cry because of dehydration and exhaustion. He doesn’t remember why he was wandering the wastes of Tatooine. As he crested a particularly tall dune and saw the city of Mos Espa on the horizon, exhaustion overwhelmed him and he collapsed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]When he awoke he was lying in a stagnant pool of water in a dark cavern. He would later learn that he had collapsed, rolled down the tremendous dune, only to slide into a sink-pit, leading to an underground river. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]While part of him felt he should regain his strength and keep moving towards the city, something kept him from straying too far from the cavern. Every time he tried, he was drawn back, not by fear, but by an overwhelming need to stay, and feel the alluring presence of the cave seep into his bones. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]For years he dwelt in the cave. He drank from the water which was filtered by the porous bedrock and so was clean and cold, and when he couldn’t find something to hunt, he would eat the algae for the cavern walls. Sometimes he would find salvage on his brief treks through the wastes, and would trade his findings to passing Jawas for food. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Eventually, he built a sort of repartee with the Jawas who gave him the name Hkeek Nkulla Keeza, which in the Jawa Trade Talk roughly translated to “Cursed Weapon.” Keeza couldn’t remember if he’d had a name before it, so he accepted the title, unaware that it was not given through affection. The Jawas respected Keeza as you might a feral Krayt dragon, but they held no love for the deranged boy.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Through his time in the cave, a darkness slipped into his mind. A presence existed there with him, although it never truly revealed itself to him. At times Keeza would focus his mind, and he could come close to touching it, but he could never hold it for long. He'd have dark and violent dreams which eventually became second nature to him. One dream in particular repeated regularly for him, that of a pulsing crystal, buried deep beneath the ground. In the dream it called to him, and he felt as is a part of him resided within the pristine edges of it's surface. Whenever he awoke from these dreams, he could feel it's call linger for a time, but he was never able to fully grasp the pull.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keeza started hunting animals, not for sustenance, but so he could experiment with his demented urges. He started by pulling the toes and tails off of lizards. He could feel their pain and fear as if it was smoke in the air, and it nourished him as much as their meat did. He began to cut them open, and see how long they would continue to live after he removed certain organs. The feeling of their life’s energy leaving their body became a drug. He started hunting bigger animals, and continuing his practices on them, hoping the larger the animal, the bigger the release. While his premise made sense at the time, it was misguided.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He didn’t realize his error until one day the sound of a speeder drew him from his cavern. It had halted at a nearby ravine, and a Rodian had dropped to his back and was working at something on the undercarriage. Keeza could immediately feel the Rodian’s frustration, and the palpability of that emotion drew him forward.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Rodian had lasted for days. He’d lost fingers, hands, ears, eyes… he’d been opened from his navel to his chin. Keeza had watched his heart beating within its chest, and relished in its strained futility as it tried, and failed, to keep beating. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Rodian was the first. Keeza took his clothing, along with a pair of long daggers, and his speeder and headed for civilization.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Ship: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Landspeeder – (in need of repairs)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Thread Tracker[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Public:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Private:[/SIZE]