Character
NAME: Klassht Hsirsi
FACTION: Brotherhood of the Maw
RANK: Lord of the Zssik Clan
SPECIES: Trandoshan
AGE: 29
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2m
WEIGHT: 110kg
EYES: Orange with horizontal black pupils.
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Dark red and black scales adorn his body.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
VOICE: Anthonio Banderas
LANGUAGES:
- Galactic Basic
- Dosh
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EQUIPMENT:
WEAPONS / ARMOR:
- 1x set of Sith Acolyte Armor
- 1x Lightsaber, powered by Bane's Heart crystal
- 1x Lightwhip, powered by Windu's Guile crystal
OTHER(S):
- 1x Cybernetic arm
- Ulorg Tlog, every crew has a man who's just in it for the money. He is a hired gun. The boss promised him booty and he tags along for it. Loyal to the crew as long as payday is secured. Brings an expertise of arms and explosives.
- Xuy Pyke, a henchman of the Pyke Cartel, yet Klassht got him out of trouble once and is now repaying that debt. Using his smuggler skills as a boon for the crew. Connaiseur of illicit spices.
- Trox Haunhal, a nightmare incarnate. This man truelly brings along more trouble then you would hope on a mission. Yet, for some strange reason he managed to sweet talk himself onboard of the ship.
- Ichiir Ashton, like many of his kind incredibly cruel, yet longing for the stars. A costly endeavor as your ships don't fly on dreams alone. Adding his skills as an engineer to the crew.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- Extremely calculated: Unlike many Trandoshans Klassht isn't someone who gets angered quickly. Even if you might push his buttons you wouldn't visibly notice it in his demeanor as he tries to keep his emotions from clouding his judgement.
- Scorekeeper's gift: Like all Trandoshan's the Scorekeeper blessed them with the gift of regrowth. Meaning, if they lost a limb or skin during a fight it would regenerate back over time.
- You are all heathens!: There is only one deighty and Klassht will not accept anything less or other than this fact. To appease his Scorekeeper he will literally do anything. Even give his own life if necessary.
- Not all sentient: Klassht lost his arm during a fight against a Wookiee. Instead of letting his limb regenerate he actually chose for not letting it return as a constant reminder to himself how he had almost shamed not only his Scorekeeper by losing all his Jagganaths, but the Zssik Clan as well.
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APPEARANCE:
A hulking, yet slender, red and black scaled, one-armed, adult, Trandoshan of two meters tall stands in your way. Piercing orange eyes with horizontal black pupils seem to size you up. You can already tell that he is thinking of the ways he could take you down. His leftarm is replaced by a black cybernetic arm. It would seem taht the Trandoshan hadn't spared any credits on fancying himself an exact replica of the arm he had lost.
BIOGRAPHY:
The story of this particular Trandoshan starts on Trandosha itself, amidst of a feuding war between two clans. The Blackscales and the Zssik. The former clan views themselves as the largest and richest clan because they are the ones who call the shots on the neighboring planet of Kashyyyk's slave trading operations. However, the latter clan would fight these accusations with tooth and claw. Even though they are forced to live underneath the boot of the Blackscales they help Wookiee slaves rise up against the Blackscale oppressors or raid their outposts to cause disarray and mayhem. Besides all of this there were few skirmishes, and they were at best neglectable, however everything changed when the Zssik Clan Lord proclaimed war on the Blackscales. Things couldn't have gone more downhill from that point onward. Blackscale and Zssik clan members were enslaved, killed, maimed and tortured. Despite all of this, Klassht made a name for himself. Leading his clan members, alongside that of the Clan Lord, into battle, he had found himself face to face with three of the Blackscale's top luitenants and managed to cut through them like a knife through butter. On top of this feat, he was able to enslave the Blackscale Clan Leader's son. After a long, brutal and dragging war both clans had taken great amounts of losses, but not as much as the Zssik clan. The Zssik Clan Lord had lost all three of his sons to the war, and on top of this the Blackscales had exiled the clan from Trandosha and Kashyyyk. To return would mean certain death or being sold into slavery for an eternity they would have to serve the Blackscales.
5 years pass
Klassht Hsirsi looked outside his tent to the desert world he and his clan had travelled to. Ryloth, nothing more but dust, rocks, sand and most of all cowards. However, there was an upside of being here. The local authorities didn't stand a chance to the mighty Zssik Clan. These renowned slavers knew just how to evade the local militias and when to raid and pillage local towns that were located far away from the sphere of influence of the larger cities. On top of all this, the Twi'leki people made great slaves and added revenue to line the Trandoshan pockets. Despite all of it, Klassht had grown restless. It had been too long ago since he had tasted the sweet smell of fear, blood and anguish. With that, he made his way over to the Clan Lord's tent. There Rerssk was sleeping off his hangover from the previous night with two female slaves next to him. Klassht kicked the bed frame, causing Rerssk to startle and sitting right up. "My Lord. When hunt? Must appeassse Ssscorekeeper with Jagannath.", he spoke. Rerssk still confused by all of this simply waved his head in a dismissive gesture as he started to rub his temples in the hopes of lessening the immense poundings that were resonating inside his skull. The red and black Dosh didn't obey the order though and made a stance. Klassht called him out then and there for what the Clan Lord had become. Complacent, lazy and above all a big coward. Five years ago, Rerssk and Klassht would have stormed the larger cities instead of some scrambled houses that these Twi'leki people had domed towns. It had been five years since they both had seen eye to eye on what the course of the Clan would be, and now it seemed he would have to challenge his Clan Lord. That was exactly what he did. Rerssk's eyes grew wide at the challenge uttered by his close friend. It was merely a second before he recollected himself, but the flicker of doubt, fear and disappointment in his eyes had been there. He was sure of it. With a growl, the Clan Leader sprung up, causing the female slaves to wail and cower in fear. As Rerssk stood in front of his fellow Trandoshan he erupted himself to his full height. Before he would accept the challenge, Klassht would have to agree to two rules. The first rule was unarmed combat only teeth and claw would be weapons of choice and the second rule was only one of them would live and remain or become the new Lord of the Zssik Clan. The red and black scaled figure merely looked his Lord straight in the eye as he accepted.
At dawn, the two fighters stood in front of one another on opposing sides, surrounded by their fellow clan members. Everyone had come to watch to see who would at the end of the fight lead the Zssik Clan to new heights. Klassht didn't waste any time and charged. Even though his opponent was almost twice his age, he was a formidable adversary in his own right, and a powerful warrior at that. Once he got in arm's reach, he clawed at Rerssk's throat. As if the older Trandoshan had anticipated the move, he merely took a step backwards before kicking him straight in the stomach, causing the air to leave his longs. This caused him to stagger backwards. The Lord knew this was his time to press the advantage. He couldn't let this opportunity slip by him. He followed up with a forward step and then a closed fist connected with Klassht's chin, causing him to briefly plummet in the air before he fell flat on his back. Pressing his attack, the Clan Lord leaped at his younger foe who was now severely disadvantaged and jammed his claws in Klassht's shoulder, causing him to screech out in agony. Things weren't looking good for the challenger, but he couldn't give up now. He couldn't possibly roll over and beg for a swift death. No, the Scorekeeper was watching, and he would not disappoint her now. Not now. Not ever. The red and black scaled lizard closed his fist around some sand and threw it at his opponent, catching him unaware and briefly blinding him. The challenger tried to wrestle his towering foe off of him with one hand, but to no avail. Despite him being blinded, he was still able to overpower him. Klassht was starting to panic. Fear crept at the edges of his mind. Like the cold hand of death. In sheer panic, the Trandoshan screamed at the top of his longs. The scream was filled with sheer rage and fear, causing a ripple that was noticeably visible in the air before it struck Ressrk square in the chest, throwing him off of his opponent and sent him flying. There was no time to waste. This fight had already been dragged out for far too long. With that, Klassht scrambled himself back up on his feet. Immediately, he seized his moment and dropped on him. It seemed the Clan Leader still had some fight left in him and was trying to fend off the red and black lizard's claws from his face. So, Klassht made his claws into fists and started punching his liver and kidneys, hoping he would relent and try to start defending himself from the body shots. After a few punches, the older Trandoshan took the bait and started shielding his body. In a fraction of a second, Klassht dug his claws inside his opponent's eyes, burying them deep inside his skull. A little spasm erupted before the Clan Leader's body laid motionless. Klassht threw his head backwards and screamed like only a Trandoshan could. There was only one word that could describe the reaction of the crowd of on lookers. Silence, the ear deafening kind followed by horrified, anguished and murderous looks. It seemed to last forever until one lizard spoke up and pointed toward Klassht declaring him to be favored by the Scorekeeper and even dared calling him her herald. Shortly after the fight, his fellow clan members had bestowed upon him the honor of Clan Lord of the Zssik Clan.
After making the hard decision to make his clan a group of nomads, Klassht had set himself a goal. Not only himself, but for his entire Clan. If they were to survive and were to challenge the Blackscales to take their place, they’d have to be ready to wage the final battle. To do this, he and the Clan would have to get stronger. After he had laid out his plan of action, they didn't waste any more time. Venturing off world and setting course to a planet where they would hone and dust off their slaving skills. After a few weeks in hyperspace, the ship was pulled in a gravity well, which signaled he would soon touch land once again. “The Ssscorekeeper isss with me!” He exclaimed to no one in particular. Clawed hands wrapped over the consoles as he swiftly navigated the ship towards the ground. With a soft thud, the ship landed a few clicks south from the city. Grabbing his gear along the way, the Trandoshan hissed as he exited the ship. “Ssset up camp! Or you too lazy, huh? You maybe can't mussster thisss?” The red and black Trandoshan said whilst looking some clan members in the eye, daring them to rebuke. It seemed none of them had the spine or dared to engage in the conversation. They were too afraid that the Herald would claim their head. Once they had made up camp he quickly made his way with the Zssik Clan to the town where they stayed for a couple of days listening, learning and analyzing the local city defenses. As day turned into night Klassht had deemed this invasion a go. He and his Clan took to the streets where they rounded up the local militia and barred the barracks causing the remaining militia to be locked inside with no where to go. After that the Trandoshan started to invade the inhabitants of the city's homes. Dragging the citizens kicking and screaming outside towards the city square where they were rounded up and inspected one by one whether they would make a profit as slaves. If they were lucky they made the cut, if not or if they didn't obey they were quickly dealth with in the form of a blaster bolt. As most of the citizens had been inspected the local militia broke free of their captivity causing Klassht and the Zssik Clan to be caught in siege of blaster fire. Quickly they sprung into action. The Zssik clan, guarding the slaves with their lives, whilst returning fire and retreating back to their ship. Klassht and some clan members guarded their escape. Once they had made enough ground between both groups they threw some smoke bombs to distract the militia and tracked down their Clan and slaves.
The moment they arrived something was off. Klassht could feel it in his bones even before he layed eyes on a group of rag tag nobodies wearing some ill fitting gear and outdated weapens. As the Clan Leader signalled his fellow Trandoshian to remain hidden and surround the encampment he, himself, stepped inside the clearing. Immediately the rag tag bunch identified him as a hostile and started surrounding him. Only two figures elbowed their way through the mass of guns towards him a Zygerrian and a Wookiee. "Who you? Where Clan? Where Ssslaves?", the red and black scaled reptilian spoke. The grey fured Zygerrian spoke up. "I sencerily hope you weren't talking to me just now? You are nothing, but an overgrown lizard not fit to adress a man of my stature!"
Klassht looked the Zygerrian up and down as he scoffed. "You? Nothing. Where Clan? Where Ssslaves?"
The Zygerrian's eyes grew wide in shock. "You dare to adress ME like this? No matter I'll teach you some manners. Just like I did with your clan! Isshkalla, seize him. The rest of you carry on loading up our slaves." Without a moments hesitation the Zygerrian pulled out and activated his light purple colored lightwhip whilst the black Wookiee charged ahead and wanted to cut the Trandoshan in front of him in half with his Rykk blades. The red and black scaled reptile merely smiled a toothy grin at the scene unfolding before him and threw his head back and screamed loudly to signal the call to attack for his fellow clan members. Trandoshans started to run towards the rag tag bunch and others started to shoot them whilst Klassht merely ducked underneath one blade and jumped over another before sweeping the Wookiee's feet from underneath him sending him plumetting to the ground. One threat had been dealed with. Now he had to move towards the Zygerrian. Before he could target him he felt a pain as the violet lightwhip caught his arm rendering it useless as the gray Zygerrian pulled with all his might. Seeing no other way out then to tag along the Trandoshan merely rolled with the pull instead of fighting him getting in close proximity of the catlike individual. Yet it seemed the Zygerrian was no ordinary foe. He had anticipated this movement and immediately started battering on the Trandoshan's skull. Klassht was forced to take the blows before he finally managed to get a hold of the Zygerrian's wrist clamming it down with all his might in hopes of letting him drop the whip. It seemed the cat didn't disappoint and did exactly so. Yet before Klassht could press on his newly gained advantage it would seem that the Wookiee was already back on his feet. The Herald hissed at the sight and was forced to deal with the Zygerrian first. He quickly grabbed with his claws the backside of the feline's head and pushed it down whilst swiftly making an upward movement with his knee causing the Zygerrian's nose to break in a spew of blood and broken bones. The feline roared in pain yet there was no time to celebrate this small victory. Getting on one knee and clawing for the lightwhip that the catlike person had dropped earlier he turned towards the Wookiee on his heel and as he brought the whip behind him to lash it forward an immense pain filled the leftside of his body. Isshkalla had ripped of the Trandoshan's arm with no hesitation. Klassht screamed in anguish and pain. The Trandoshan tried to claw in a fit of rage at the Wookiee, but he simply caught the claw and forced the Herald on his knees. Out of no where as if the Scorekeeper willed it a laser bolt came flying that hit the Wookiee in the back. He was dead before he fell to the ground. With a grunt and a quick prayer aimed for the Scorekeeper Klassht got back on his feet and picked up the lightwhip. It seemed the Zygerrian was trying to pick up one of the guns that had been dropped. The Herald ignited the lightwhip and sent the whip lashing at the back of the Zygerrian as he whimpered and cried out in agony from each lash. Again and again and again. Feeding on his despair. Until the Zygerrian cried out for mercy. Klassht simply walked over to him and put a slave collar on him. "My ssslave now. Ssshow me your ssship or...", he indicated at the lightwhip. The feline scrambled himself up and led the Zssik Clan towards his YV-865 Aurore-class freighter where he had run his complete slaving operation from. It seemed he didn't even whipe the routes he had travelled leaving a massive slaving operation, routes and contact list that the Zssik Clan Leader all to happilly put to the Clan's use. After the battle Klassht commanded the Clan to round up all the slaves on board of his new prized ship that he had named "The Scorekeeper's Heralds". As he went on to look for some medical supplies he stumbled upon a lightsaber that had been sitting inside of a dusty old crate in the hangar bay. When he ignited it a red colored lightsaber came to life. Once the slaves were on board the Herald made his way towards the cockpit and plotted the next course of his slaving operation.
SHIP:
- YV-865 Aurore-class freighter "The Scorekeeper's Herald"
- K79-S80 Imperial Troop Transport "The Bad Omen"
KILLS:
None as yet.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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