Character Oleander Webb

[Oleander Webb]

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You made boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you.
We told them, you aren’t real.

NAME: Oleander Webb
ALIAS:

Ander​

The Waking Nightmare​

The Nightwalker​

Death​

SPECIES: Anzat
AGE: Unknown (450-475 pre-slumber)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 172 cm | 5’7”
BODY TYPE: Athletic
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Pale, grey-toned
EYES: Grey
FORCE SENSITIVE: Confirmed
LANGUAGES:

Anzat (Native)​

Basic (Fluent) ​

Galactic Basic Standard​

Onderonian​

Huttese (Proficient)​

NOTABLE FEATURES:

Retractable proboscises​

Left forearm tattoo​

Large nose​

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In the land that God abandoned,
murder be my name.​

Traits
+Mortal Middle-Management: Trained like so many in the arts of assassination, Ander was an effective killer once. More than effective, even. Methodical, timely and so much more, he brought a new sense of professionalism to the death trade. That is, of course, before he went under.
+Hypnotic Presence: An innate telepath with time spent refining the skill, Ander is more than capable of keeping individuals distracted.
-/+How Do You Do Fellow Kids: Already well preserved just in terms of aging in comparison to other sentients, Ander didn’t need to spend time in stasis to remain young. On the other hand, being asleep so long has left him out of touch with modern society.
-Stay, I Pray You: Imprisoned by trickery, trapped in slumber without any sort of preamble or goodbyes, Ander has a lot to process in terms of what he woke up to and what was forcibly left behind. This manifested in a combination of untempered rage and a bit of a fear of abandonment.
-Is Cloudy the New Clear?: Forced to slumber for an unknown amount of time can do things to you, as Ander found out. Hibernation sickness hit him hard, leaving him nearly blind the first few hours of regaining consciousness, and never quite left him. Seeing things from afar is simple enough, it's the close-up things that get really fuzzy.

May the darkness within you find peace in the light. ​

Introduction

There isn’t much to say about the beginnings of Oleander Webb. For much of his first century, he was an unnamed student in stealth and subterfuge. Both important skills in the contest to kill and the collection of soup that so drove his kind. And he was good at it, too, though perhaps leaning a bit on the volatile side of things. Once it became clear he could hold his own, he, like so many before him, took to the stars for new hunting ground, taking a name to further blend in among his prey.

Perhaps that’s where his story should’ve ended, a nearly nameless entity (he'd called himself George at first which is basically no name at all) fading into anonymity until at long last the reaper became the reaped. It should’ve been a simple life, at least counted simple among the typicals of Anzat. But as to be expected, not all things are simple. And be it through accidental circumstance or maddening curiosity, this one turned from solo hunter to a part of a team. It was a small group and admittedly far less effective than if he’d remained solo, but with this guild of sorts came a comradery the newly-renamed Oleander had seldom experienced. A family.

But as with so many good things, it didn’t last. A mission gone wrong, a trust misplaced, turned the small group from hunters to the hunted. And Ander, though in little real danger himself, who’d previously found himself holding back his true predatory prowess as not to scare his new comrades, soon found that holding himself back was no longer an option. Yet it was too late, as other of his kind might say, he’d already grown soft. And it was that softness that saw him trapped, pounding on transparisteel while many of his newfound friends met their ends.

What followed left Ander dead to the world, in a prison of stasis. Untouched and unaware of time’s passing, he slumbered. Until now --

ASSETS
Nightwalker's Shroud - Armor
Nightwalker's Needle - Lightsaber
Bearclaw - Vibroblade, gifted
Ascendant Module - Lightsaber module, gifted
Charon's Whisper - Poison

How long have I been sleeping?

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Various art edits by Darth Metus and Gerwald Lechner ​