Kent Steelclaw
I Loathe You, Baby.
NAME: Kent Steelclaw, formerly of the Howling Jungle clan
FACTION: Dathomiri Witches (Whatever they're called)
RANK: Exiled Nightbrother
SPECIES: Cernun/Dathomiri (No horns)
AGE: 250 (24-ish, physically)
SEX: Give me a moment to get drunk enough.
HEIGHT: 6'5"
WEIGHT: 100kg
EYES: Red
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Light Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+) Strong - Between physical strength from being part Cernun, and physical strength from being a massive bear of a guy, Kent is most definitely strong as a guy can get.
(+) Melee - He was trained in melee combat by his clan since he could hold a knife. With or without his chainsaw arm attached, he's an unstoppable nightmare.
(+/-) Half-Cernun - He seems to have retained the tail, longevity, and pheromones of his Cernun mother, but also the night-blindness and relative weakness to pheromones she had, too.
(-) Exile - When he elected to sneak offworld to get his missing arm replaced with a cybernetic, his clanmates were horrified to the point of casting him out. At the same time, being an illegitimate child of a Cernun woman, he doesn't have a blood sword. Basically, he went unacknowledged by both sides of his family.
(-) Big - Although size can be great in a fight, and Kent was trained in stealth, he's massive. There's no way to not be noticed, at a certain point.
APPEARANCE:
Kent is often described as "grizzly". He's six and a half feet tall, totally musclebound, and shaved most of his head down to a mohawk with a braid at the end of it. He is never seen without either his claw-like prosthetic or his chainsaw arm that he uses in combat.
BIOGRAPHY:
Until the age of ninety, Kent was a model Dathomiri warrior, or the closest a male could get to claiming that. His mother was a stranded Cernun pilot who crashed in the Howling Clan's territory, and eventually grew to be completely infatuated with one of the Nightbrothers, to the point of using most of what she had left to purchase his freedom. For the next century until the Dathomiri man died, the odd couple and their muscular little bundle of joy had a relatively normal life as Dathomiri clan members.
When he was eighty eight, Kent lost his arm in a fight against a rival clan, and totally refused any sort of sorcery-based replacement. He stowed away on a smuggler ship to Kuat, and got the claw-like prosthetic he currently wears, as well as its chainsaw attachment. With a collective expression of horror at the "mutilation" of his body, he was exiled from the Howling Jungle and went off in search of better places.
Most of those better places involved booze and Zeltrons.
SHIP:
He mostly stows away on them.
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
TBA
