Lok Xiangu
Sweet Leaf
[SIZE=9pt]NAME: JOVAALE COLLRUN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]SPECIES: NEAR HUMAN (FIRRERREO-ARKANIAN OFFSHOOT HYBRID)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALIAS: THE ZAKKEG[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]AGE: ADULT, MID 20s[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]GENDER: MALE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]HEIGHT: TALL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]WEIGHT: ATHLETIC[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]EYES: BROWN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: YES[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RANK: NOBODY™[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]EMPLOYER: HIMSELF[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]TRAITS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ MOTHER’S GIFT[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Jovaale’s mother was a Firrerreo woman. Her kind is able to heal their wounds much faster than a typical human, see in the ultraviolet spectrum, and hear in the upper spectrum. They also have great strength that even when weak and starved they could still be dangerous.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FIGHTER[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]He’s been fighting in the streets and rings of Nar Shaddaa since a youngin. Knows how to wrestle, box, kickbox, and several grappling techniques. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FATHER’S PASSING[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]His father, an Arkanian Offshoot, came from a lineage of ancestors that were experimented and designed by the Arkanians to do hard labor. As such, combined with his Firrerreo traits, his body is [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]very[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] well built and strong. However, this did come with several downsides. He is susceptible to infections and extreme heat to his eyes. Quick flashes of light will also temporarily blind him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FIREARMS[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hard pass on that. Though he prefers knives and such.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ ARROGANCE[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]With how the blueprints of his genes carved a remarkable body for him, he is very arrogant in combat and thinks he is invincible. Many victories has enabled that bad habit of his.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ SPECIALIZED[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]He’ll most likely focus on the aspects of the Force that enhances him and his senses. No mentalism or telekinesis here. (Psst, you mentalist peeps can do pretty good damage to him)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]BIOGRAPHY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]A child should at least have a decent, adequate life during their years before becoming an adolescent. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]That, sadly, was never presented to Jovaale. He does not know how his mother came across a scum as his father, something that is still a mystery to him. His father, drunk which is dangerous when mixed with the sin of being irresponsible, was gambling on a fateful night. It was a surprise that he was winning and besting those at the table when he decided to something that was unforgivable. He didn’t just gambled everything to his name, but he was reckless to gamble the lives of him, his wife, and his child. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. And that prize was a forever contract as being slaves to a Kajidic for his losing hand. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]They were then relocated to Nar Shaddaa with his father being a mechanic (his passion) and his mother forced to be an entertainer for the crimelords that owned them. Young Jovaale, luckily, could walk and run. Those that owned him found him good use as a fighter which started his profession. He was beaten not just by his opponents, but also those that were in charge of him forcing him to train and learn. Time passed by and he was a jewel for those in the Kajidic as every victory he achieved, they would win money betted in the pools. Their lives continued to be enriched while him and his family continued to live miserably. His father, weak and feeble, took his own life which left Jovaale and his mother alone. Jovaale did not mourn for him, but cursed him and thought poorly of him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Life continued on with Jovaale and his mother, with him taking care of her and doing chores and whatever to make his mother’s life easier for her to enjoy. Unfortunately, she was taken away from him as she died from a skirmish that she was an innocent bystander of. The one person that he loved and cared for taken away from him, making life more cruel and grim for him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Left with nothing, the man continued his own life remembering his mother. Though he would see dreams and visions of someone and a free life. Visions that he would push away as he drowned himself into more fighting rather than a bottle or spice. Fighting to ease the pain he has endured and to try to forget.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]SPECIES: NEAR HUMAN (FIRRERREO-ARKANIAN OFFSHOOT HYBRID)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]ALIAS: THE ZAKKEG[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]AGE: ADULT, MID 20s[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]GENDER: MALE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]HEIGHT: TALL[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]WEIGHT: ATHLETIC[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]EYES: BROWN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]FORCE SENSITIVE: YES[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]RANK: NOBODY™[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]EMPLOYER: HIMSELF[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]TRAITS[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ MOTHER’S GIFT[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Jovaale’s mother was a Firrerreo woman. Her kind is able to heal their wounds much faster than a typical human, see in the ultraviolet spectrum, and hear in the upper spectrum. They also have great strength that even when weak and starved they could still be dangerous.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FIGHTER[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]He’s been fighting in the streets and rings of Nar Shaddaa since a youngin. Knows how to wrestle, box, kickbox, and several grappling techniques. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FATHER’S PASSING[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]His father, an Arkanian Offshoot, came from a lineage of ancestors that were experimented and designed by the Arkanians to do hard labor. As such, combined with his Firrerreo traits, his body is [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]very[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] well built and strong. However, this did come with several downsides. He is susceptible to infections and extreme heat to his eyes. Quick flashes of light will also temporarily blind him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ FIREARMS[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Hard pass on that. Though he prefers knives and such.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ ARROGANCE[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]With how the blueprints of his genes carved a remarkable body for him, he is very arrogant in combat and thinks he is invincible. Many victories has enabled that bad habit of his.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt][ SPECIALIZED[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] ] - [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]He’ll most likely focus on the aspects of the Force that enhances him and his senses. No mentalism or telekinesis here. (Psst, you mentalist peeps can do pretty good damage to him)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]BIOGRAPHY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]A child should at least have a decent, adequate life during their years before becoming an adolescent. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]That, sadly, was never presented to Jovaale. He does not know how his mother came across a scum as his father, something that is still a mystery to him. His father, drunk which is dangerous when mixed with the sin of being irresponsible, was gambling on a fateful night. It was a surprise that he was winning and besting those at the table when he decided to something that was unforgivable. He didn’t just gambled everything to his name, but he was reckless to gamble the lives of him, his wife, and his child. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. And that prize was a forever contract as being slaves to a Kajidic for his losing hand. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]They were then relocated to Nar Shaddaa with his father being a mechanic (his passion) and his mother forced to be an entertainer for the crimelords that owned them. Young Jovaale, luckily, could walk and run. Those that owned him found him good use as a fighter which started his profession. He was beaten not just by his opponents, but also those that were in charge of him forcing him to train and learn. Time passed by and he was a jewel for those in the Kajidic as every victory he achieved, they would win money betted in the pools. Their lives continued to be enriched while him and his family continued to live miserably. His father, weak and feeble, took his own life which left Jovaale and his mother alone. Jovaale did not mourn for him, but cursed him and thought poorly of him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Life continued on with Jovaale and his mother, with him taking care of her and doing chores and whatever to make his mother’s life easier for her to enjoy. Unfortunately, she was taken away from him as she died from a skirmish that she was an innocent bystander of. The one person that he loved and cared for taken away from him, making life more cruel and grim for him.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Left with nothing, the man continued his own life remembering his mother. Though he would see dreams and visions of someone and a free life. Visions that he would push away as he drowned himself into more fighting rather than a bottle or spice. Fighting to ease the pain he has endured and to try to forget.[/SIZE]