Neldar Poska
Active Member
Name: Neldar Poska
Faction: Independent / Golan Arms (Golan Arms Mercenaries)
Rank: N/A / Leader and Owner of Golan Arms
Genetic Species: Shi'ido
- Host to: Kalduu (1)
Age: 469
Sex: Male
Height: 1.76m
Weight: 101kg
Eyes: Black
Hair: N/A
Skin: Dark Orange, black spots random
Birthplace: Lao-mon
Languages:
- Galactic Standard Basic, Dosh, Huttese (Officially)
- Geonosian Language, Gammorrese, High Galactic, Jawaese, Mando'a, Rodese, Twi'leki (Unofficially)
Force Sensitive: N/A
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▲ Strength - Neldar's strength can overwhelm any average human being
▲ Survival Instinct - Neldar naturally knows how to survive on most planets by his instincts helping to push him where he needs to go
▼ Solitary & Easily Agitated - Neldar prefers being alone on his own time. When a situation becomes too mentally overwhelming, he can become enraged with a painful headache as he can't comprehend everything that is going on.
▼ Mentally Slow - If something is overly complex for a simple mind, Neldar will have trouble understanding any of it.
▲ Survival Instinct - Neldar naturally knows how to survive on most planets by his instincts helping to push him where he needs to go
▼ Solitary & Easily Agitated - Neldar prefers being alone on his own time. When a situation becomes too mentally overwhelming, he can become enraged with a painful headache as he can't comprehend everything that is going on.
▼ Mentally Slow - If something is overly complex for a simple mind, Neldar will have trouble understanding any of it.
Neldar is relatively aged, it shows very much. Normally the spikes of his pride would show all around his face, but due to his age, they had long ago stopped growing and since been broken off during battles in his more... physical years. Where once his darkened skin was fresh and moist, it has now become dry and withered, the color slightly leaving in many areas. However, even with his age, his muscles have stayed just as large as when he was younger, and his scales stay in place. The areas with scars and wounds that effected the scales still show, but his body has adapted to them and is naturally healthy with them.
Neldar left his past long ago, it was unsatisfying and... at times, it was dreadful. After climbing into the stars and being able to be among crews of starships, letting him see the galaxy, he became intrigued, enough to have wants and needs so large that they could have spelled out the word "greed" to others. Neldar had nothing to his name, so he had to travel with others, and with them... he witnessed everything there was to offer just before the virus, just during the wars. He wasn't excited by being a military leader, or being looked up to as a superior, but he found enjoyment in playing with pawns. It became a challenge, when he had his first pawns, to make them happy. An excitable challenge, not just it being tough; it was a new avenue to explore. He did as others did, saved his credits, but this was painstakingly slow. His routine for gaining currency and gaining followers/soldiers was a little more nefarious. While he could have taken up a job similar to Bothans, he just couldn't do infiltration on and off. Transforming hurt, but the longer he stayed in a specific form, the farther and higher he got. He used manipulation and trickery to gain as he needed, even assassinating individuals to steal from, stealing their identity and gaining their wealth. Everything just felt right to him, and he kept going, he kept pushing. Once he gained a gang of his own, he could carve out his own little slice of the galaxy, but he wanted a bigger piece. Not to say he wanted to rule the stars, but he wanted to essentially have the most luxurious front-row seat to watch the galaxy as it rolled on, and the path to getting there was becoming the most excitable. He could kill and impersonate an Officer, he could join the ranks and join in on the battlefield, and then later change to the enemies team. It was like spectating and never fearing to lose anything. The more he weeded his way into positions, the more he gained, but the life of stealth got boring quicker than anything. Although, the skills that came from it, shaped who and what he became today.
Eventually, the lanky species he had been convincing others as were not enough, active manipulation was getting tiring, and he wanted to be intimidating just so people wouldn't bother to question him. There came the Vodran species... they were quite easy to act as, and with his abilities, he could easily be accepted into their major communities and quickly learn their traits and behaviors. With his criminal background now not haunting him, but knowing the tricks of the trade, he brought his gang into larger territory, and decided that appearance alone wasn't enough for him. When he started raiding and pirating possessions of others, it was when the virus hit. He was still young, and he didn't very much know better at the time. The excitement consumed him and he just went for more. He took over companies, gained hired more thugs, assaulted stations, lost men and hired more, took ships and had naval fights with lingering defense forces. He prized himself with sheer numbers of soldiers, but that didn't win him fights. His manipulation powers and ingenuity gained him power outside of strength and willpower. The biggest and baddest thugs weren't the key, as he sought out older technology, classic, yet powerful species to mainstay his army. With the enemy thinking they were so overly matched against him, they hardly ever made a tactical plan or fought with larger fleets, giving Neldar the ability to sideswipe them unsuspectingly. With the ravaging of the virus, things were falling apart, and there were fewer and fewer enemies to fight, leaving their blindspots open to be hit, and pushing Neldar further to the top. But in the middle of all the greed and power, he realized he became over confident, and started losing what he had... almost in an instant. He had ships, he had fighters, and stations, planets, but he didn't want to give any of it up. The bits of credits he pulled from missions were not enough, and his manpower dwindled. Either from lack of funds, or the hounding of enemies at his most weakest spots and stealing what he had. With those he had left, he dropped nearly everything he owned and went into hiding so he could later secure his wealth.
After growing out of his young stage, and observing the galaxy coming back to life, he found that overconfidence and power were not only boring, but the highest risk of all. He took his band and started to situate himself. He hired capitalists and engineers to oversee the technical details of Golan Arms, while he started to steer away from piracy and crime. Although, it was all he knew... and being short on money, he still had to do it if he wanted excitement or enjoyment. That's when he made a booming business out of slavery. He didn't pay them, and had them create and fix for him. He no longer depended on the hired thugs that he had to feed and pay... or he did, but not as much as before. With the slaves doing work and making him money, he could learn to adapt his creations and skills and apply them to this new galaxy. The only question was... what did he want to do now?
Ship(s):
Agave-class Picket Ship (4)
Light Corvette (2)
Hajen-class Fleet Tender (3)
Space Master Medium Transport (7)
Warpod (27)
500-X Shuttle (8)
BR-23 Courier (4)
Companies:
Golan Arms & Products
Kills:
Nothing of Note
Bounties Collected:
N/A
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Roleplays:
Ghosts and Glass [Commonwealth Dominion of Cerea]
