NAME: Kuvantu
FACTION: None as of yet.
RANK: The son of a captain of a Vagaari Warship, so basically none that is of much consequence yet
SPECIES: Vagaari
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'
WEIGHT: 130 lbs.
EYES: Violet, as all Vagaari
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+)- Manipulative: Kuvantu has a knack for manipulating things in such a way as to make things sway the he wants
(+)- Fast Learner- Kuvantu can learn things very quickly if he sets his mind to it appropriately. He is also able to piece together different sets of data better than most of his race, teaching himself most of what he knows about the Force, albeit very little.
(+)- Augr- Kuvatu is able to detect surface emotions and feelings of other force sensitives, a trait that allowed him to basically scry others in his younger years, but has since weakened to the state it is now.
(+)- Vagaari Fighter Tactics: The dance-like patterns that are common amongst Vagaari fighter pilots are not unfamiliar to him. Those who do not notice the attack patterns will find him to be a very slippery foe in the cockpit of a fighter.
(+/-)- Calm- It is not easy to anger Kuvatu through insults and gestures, but can be easily done through bringing about physical harm; however, this puts him at a disadvantage in the use of the Dark Side which requires strong, negative emotions.
(-)- Cynical: Kuvantu believes that any means necessary to fulfill his goals
(-)- Perfectionist: When Kuvantu learns something, he wants to become the best that he can at it, each task he takes on or each skill he wants to learn he believes that he must be able to learn it quickly, failure may be expected, but that will never stop its sting when it comes, and he will often beat himself up mentally if he cannot do things the way he thought he could.
(-)- Kind of Strong Headed: Kuvatu wants things done his way, because he thinks that they are better his way, but he's willing to budge if he finds that his way won't work very well.
APPEARANCE:
A tad taller than the average Vagaari, but still very short compared to most other species. His large hands easily outsize those of any human. He will often wear large robes to compensate for his lack of height among other species
BIOGRAPHY: WIP
Kuvantu, unlike most children, grew up a slaver and a fierce Vagaari warrior. It was apparent from a young age that he had great sensitivity to the force. In bouts of clairvoyance he would say the name of new slaves and sometimes begin to speak their thoughts before they could speak. By the time he was seven basic years old this ability had all but been reduced to feel their emotions.
At the age of fifteen he had all but ignored his powers socially, and would do his best to hide it in a bout, often now resulting in such captives being thrown into the transparasteel bubbles that acted as a meat shield for almost all vagaari ships. This would be the year of his first raid. A small Geroon colony out in the fringes of the unknown regions. To say it was "stacked" was an understatement, for this colony held the troves of several old Vagaari plunderships that had been abandonned due to the Gulag virus which they had scavenged, riches from the Yuuzhan Vong War. It was time to reclaim those spoils, with a new planet ripe with slaves to boot.
The Ship came out of hyperspace. Several did, a few other ships which had arrived earlier had already engaged, the enemy's ships little more than refitted Vagaari warships and a few corvettes of their own design. Kuvantu was preparing to launch. Years practicing maneuvers and patterns had culminated for this day, the day he would prove himself a true warrior.
The Fighter lifted itself off the ground after Kuvantu started it, other fighters were already heading out of the docking bay, and still others had yet to lift off of the ground. He brought the throttle to the left of the control stick forward slowly as the fighter began to speed out of the warship with other. He left the port and took a left turn, following the other fighters to see the carnage of the battlefield. Until now, the field had been quite even on both sides, but now here were his father's ship and others with a great number of reinforcements. Closer and closer he got to the dangerous zone filled with laser fire, a single shot from one of the turbolasers mounted on all of the larger ships meaning probably death. Streaks of red blaster fire streaked from both sides, almost transparent trails of cooling red orveth gas left in their wakes until they cooled down into equilibrium with the vacuum around it.
Kuvantu saw an ally being chased down, tailed. The idiot didn't know how to go under and slow down, for shame. The targeting computer of the fighter quickly began to lock on to the ship. A missile was fired. The guy didn't react in time, only attempting to veer up at the last second, the proceeding explosion only fueled by what oxygen there was in the life support system until it sputtered out to a shower of sparks made of heated debris. Kuvantu heard radio chatter that vaguely sounded like a thank you, but with much static, the man's communications obviously damaged. His first kill in the void confirmed. Another. One more. And another. He found thrill in this fight like none other that he had been in before. Exhilaration like none other!
The Geroon fighters were beginning to dwindle in number, more and more of the Vagaari fighters began to spill over to fighting the larger ships. Soon Kuvantu found himself among their ranks. There was little that the enemy could do as the warships began to drop their invasion shuttles, all of their ships under heavy fire from both the warships and fighters. Kuvantu's mind went on auto-pilot, careening left and right and simply firing while avoiding rogue blaster bolts until he recognized over the chatter, Tevash. Tevash, you see, had been a friend to Kuvantu in his younger years. Both of the children made had made a pact to each other to have the other's back, as many young boys do. A "most holy" covenant founded in spittle and handshake that Kuvantu just now began to remeber.
Tevash was giving out his own plans for a strike against one of the refitted warships, asking for assistance from the other fighters, about ten or so other fighters began to file in to his request until a rogue bolt from one of the warships gauged out an immense portion of the left side of the starfighter. Sparced sounds akin to a voice began to erupt immediately. Kuvantu could only focus on that voice for some reason, not out of intention, but as if something was forcing him to. He watched as his friend from years past took a sharp turn towards the warship he had just targeted. The thing that had taken over his sense of hearing urged him now to yell into the squadron transmitter at Tevash to not engage, but it was of no use. Tevash went in, firing all the weapons that he could: missles, blaster, and now himself. He punctured a hole in the weak deflector shield. The lopsided force from the engines caused the ship to dive into the hull with its remaining wing. Both the wing and the hull of the ship began to crumple, the fighter's engine still expending what fuel it had, dragging the wing across several meters of the ship, gouging a large gash into the hull, several Geroon being forced through the wound and into the void. For a second, a spark of hope told Kuvantu that Tevash might have survived until a feeling struck him. The feeling was emptiness. Not the emotional emptiness one feels when they see a close one dead, knowing that there is no way to replace them, but a literal emptiness. It was as if the universe was telling Kuvantu, screaming to him, that there was no more life where he was looking. The brittle vessel that once ensconced his former friend now held nothing but the husk of a machine and a bag of meat.
Having a bit of trouble coming up with a decent background for this character, so definitely a major WIP. I decided that the backstory I had come up with before was not as good as I wanted so I scrapped it. This one will be glorious... somehow...
SHIP:
Kuvantu currently is in possession of a Vagaari fighter which has been outfitted with a hyperdrive. The extra mass does make it a bit less maneuverable, though it still has a bit more fire power than an X-Wing from the New Republic era
This is what they look like...possibly, there's really not that many images of them.
This is probably a better representation of one now thanks to SoaSE:
Source
Items Owned:
Vibroblade
Vibro Shiv
Slightly Ornate Robes
casual robes
Pants
shoes
Slaves: 2 Geroons in stasis via stasis collar (This is for an RP that will introduce the character and will be removed afterwards)
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45536-pushing-the-boundaries-pm-for-invite/#entry674789
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53413-abandoned-on-dorin/
FACTION: None as of yet.
RANK: The son of a captain of a Vagaari Warship, so basically none that is of much consequence yet
SPECIES: Vagaari
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'
WEIGHT: 130 lbs.
EYES: Violet, as all Vagaari
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+)- Manipulative: Kuvantu has a knack for manipulating things in such a way as to make things sway the he wants
(+)- Fast Learner- Kuvantu can learn things very quickly if he sets his mind to it appropriately. He is also able to piece together different sets of data better than most of his race, teaching himself most of what he knows about the Force, albeit very little.
(+)- Augr- Kuvatu is able to detect surface emotions and feelings of other force sensitives, a trait that allowed him to basically scry others in his younger years, but has since weakened to the state it is now.
(+)- Vagaari Fighter Tactics: The dance-like patterns that are common amongst Vagaari fighter pilots are not unfamiliar to him. Those who do not notice the attack patterns will find him to be a very slippery foe in the cockpit of a fighter.
(+/-)- Calm- It is not easy to anger Kuvatu through insults and gestures, but can be easily done through bringing about physical harm; however, this puts him at a disadvantage in the use of the Dark Side which requires strong, negative emotions.
(-)- Cynical: Kuvantu believes that any means necessary to fulfill his goals
(-)- Perfectionist: When Kuvantu learns something, he wants to become the best that he can at it, each task he takes on or each skill he wants to learn he believes that he must be able to learn it quickly, failure may be expected, but that will never stop its sting when it comes, and he will often beat himself up mentally if he cannot do things the way he thought he could.
(-)- Kind of Strong Headed: Kuvatu wants things done his way, because he thinks that they are better his way, but he's willing to budge if he finds that his way won't work very well.
APPEARANCE:
A tad taller than the average Vagaari, but still very short compared to most other species. His large hands easily outsize those of any human. He will often wear large robes to compensate for his lack of height among other species
BIOGRAPHY: WIP
"They call me a sorcerer, a warlock, a shaman. They tell me that my destiny was to walk a path of greatness. I see the universe the way it truly is . The Force calls to me, it beckons with its infinite power, a call that I cannot and never have been able to resist."
Kuvantu, unlike most children, grew up a slaver and a fierce Vagaari warrior. It was apparent from a young age that he had great sensitivity to the force. In bouts of clairvoyance he would say the name of new slaves and sometimes begin to speak their thoughts before they could speak. By the time he was seven basic years old this ability had all but been reduced to feel their emotions.
At the age of fifteen he had all but ignored his powers socially, and would do his best to hide it in a bout, often now resulting in such captives being thrown into the transparasteel bubbles that acted as a meat shield for almost all vagaari ships. This would be the year of his first raid. A small Geroon colony out in the fringes of the unknown regions. To say it was "stacked" was an understatement, for this colony held the troves of several old Vagaari plunderships that had been abandonned due to the Gulag virus which they had scavenged, riches from the Yuuzhan Vong War. It was time to reclaim those spoils, with a new planet ripe with slaves to boot.
The Ship came out of hyperspace. Several did, a few other ships which had arrived earlier had already engaged, the enemy's ships little more than refitted Vagaari warships and a few corvettes of their own design. Kuvantu was preparing to launch. Years practicing maneuvers and patterns had culminated for this day, the day he would prove himself a true warrior.
The Fighter lifted itself off the ground after Kuvantu started it, other fighters were already heading out of the docking bay, and still others had yet to lift off of the ground. He brought the throttle to the left of the control stick forward slowly as the fighter began to speed out of the warship with other. He left the port and took a left turn, following the other fighters to see the carnage of the battlefield. Until now, the field had been quite even on both sides, but now here were his father's ship and others with a great number of reinforcements. Closer and closer he got to the dangerous zone filled with laser fire, a single shot from one of the turbolasers mounted on all of the larger ships meaning probably death. Streaks of red blaster fire streaked from both sides, almost transparent trails of cooling red orveth gas left in their wakes until they cooled down into equilibrium with the vacuum around it.
Kuvantu saw an ally being chased down, tailed. The idiot didn't know how to go under and slow down, for shame. The targeting computer of the fighter quickly began to lock on to the ship. A missile was fired. The guy didn't react in time, only attempting to veer up at the last second, the proceeding explosion only fueled by what oxygen there was in the life support system until it sputtered out to a shower of sparks made of heated debris. Kuvantu heard radio chatter that vaguely sounded like a thank you, but with much static, the man's communications obviously damaged. His first kill in the void confirmed. Another. One more. And another. He found thrill in this fight like none other that he had been in before. Exhilaration like none other!
The Geroon fighters were beginning to dwindle in number, more and more of the Vagaari fighters began to spill over to fighting the larger ships. Soon Kuvantu found himself among their ranks. There was little that the enemy could do as the warships began to drop their invasion shuttles, all of their ships under heavy fire from both the warships and fighters. Kuvantu's mind went on auto-pilot, careening left and right and simply firing while avoiding rogue blaster bolts until he recognized over the chatter, Tevash. Tevash, you see, had been a friend to Kuvantu in his younger years. Both of the children made had made a pact to each other to have the other's back, as many young boys do. A "most holy" covenant founded in spittle and handshake that Kuvantu just now began to remeber.
Tevash was giving out his own plans for a strike against one of the refitted warships, asking for assistance from the other fighters, about ten or so other fighters began to file in to his request until a rogue bolt from one of the warships gauged out an immense portion of the left side of the starfighter. Sparced sounds akin to a voice began to erupt immediately. Kuvantu could only focus on that voice for some reason, not out of intention, but as if something was forcing him to. He watched as his friend from years past took a sharp turn towards the warship he had just targeted. The thing that had taken over his sense of hearing urged him now to yell into the squadron transmitter at Tevash to not engage, but it was of no use. Tevash went in, firing all the weapons that he could: missles, blaster, and now himself. He punctured a hole in the weak deflector shield. The lopsided force from the engines caused the ship to dive into the hull with its remaining wing. Both the wing and the hull of the ship began to crumple, the fighter's engine still expending what fuel it had, dragging the wing across several meters of the ship, gouging a large gash into the hull, several Geroon being forced through the wound and into the void. For a second, a spark of hope told Kuvantu that Tevash might have survived until a feeling struck him. The feeling was emptiness. Not the emotional emptiness one feels when they see a close one dead, knowing that there is no way to replace them, but a literal emptiness. It was as if the universe was telling Kuvantu, screaming to him, that there was no more life where he was looking. The brittle vessel that once ensconced his former friend now held nothing but the husk of a machine and a bag of meat.
Having a bit of trouble coming up with a decent background for this character, so definitely a major WIP. I decided that the backstory I had come up with before was not as good as I wanted so I scrapped it. This one will be glorious... somehow...
SHIP:
Kuvantu currently is in possession of a Vagaari fighter which has been outfitted with a hyperdrive. The extra mass does make it a bit less maneuverable, though it still has a bit more fire power than an X-Wing from the New Republic era
This is what they look like...possibly, there's really not that many images of them.
This is probably a better representation of one now thanks to SoaSE:
Source
Items Owned:
Vibroblade
Vibro Shiv
Slightly Ornate Robes
casual robes
Pants
shoes
Slaves: 2 Geroons in stasis via stasis collar (This is for an RP that will introduce the character and will be removed afterwards)
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45536-pushing-the-boundaries-pm-for-invite/#entry674789
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53413-abandoned-on-dorin/