Niko Lecarde
Pride of War
PET COMPANION POE
Out of Character Information • • •
INTENT ........ [ This submission is for a pet companion for Niko. ]
IMAGE CREDIT ........ [ Credit: My Self & Nano Banana. ]
PERMISSIONS ........ [ Not Available ]
LINKS ........
Physical Information • • •
⛧ AGE | [ 66 ]
⛧ FORCE SENSITIVITY | [ Force Sensitive ]
⛧ SPECIES | [ Sithspawn // Raven ]
⛧ APPEARANCE |
[ Physically, Poe is a masterclass in gothic silhouette, though he possesses one striking, deeply unsettling deviation from his mundane kin: his eyes are a brilliant, piercing crimson. They do not merely reflect the light; they seem to generate it from within, burning like twin embers buried deep inside the dark recess of his skull, a visual manifestation of the unnatural spark that guides him. When he focuses his gaze, those red points narrow with an terrifyingly humanesque intensity, leaving no doubt that there is a calculating, malicious mind operating behind them.
The rest of him is a study in obsidian elegance. His plumage is not a simple matte black, but a dense, oil-slick expanse that shifts violently depending on the angle of the sun—throwing off deep flashes of midnight blue, bruised violet, and an almost metallic green. His beak is a formidable, heavy wedge of horn, scarred slightly near the cere from a lifetime of picking fights and dismantling mechanical parts, while his talons are like polished flint, curved and perpetually sharp enough to pierce flesh. He carries himself with a predatory, high-stepping swagger, his wings tucked tight like a folded shroud until the moment he chooses to unfurl them—revealing a massive, imposing span that can block out the light of a room with a single, heavy sweep of shadow. ]
⛧ TRAINING |
[ To expect Poe to sit, or stay, or perform the minor, humiliating tricks of a common hound is to fundamentally misunderstand the nature of the beast—and Poe will ensure you suffer for the ignorance. He cannot be trained by any conventional metric of domestic submission; treating him with the patronizing tone one might reserve for a spaniel is a surefire way to lose a strip of skin from your knuckle, or find your boot laces cleanly severed. He does not obey commands so much as he enters into brief, transactional negotiations, evaluating every directive through a lens of profound skepticism and weighing whether the reward justifies the loss of his dignity.
Instead, his development has taken a much stranger, infinitely more terrifying path—a consequence of Niko’s own experimentation and Poe’s uncanny, predatory focus. He has been trained, in small, erratic increments, to tap into the currents of the Force. ]
Social Information • • •
⛧ NAME | [ Poe ]
⛧ LOYALTIES |
[ To speak of Poe’s loyalty is to speak of a knot tied in rusted iron—unyielding, distinctly lacking in warmth, and entirely impossible to unravel. He does not possess the soft, fawning allegiance of a traditional pet companion; he does not look at Niko with adoration, nor does he crave his approval. Instead, Poe’s loyalty is a calculated, deliberate choice, an unholy alliance born of a shared, cynical view. He has looked upon everyone else and deemed them utterly unworthy of his presence; Niko alone has earned the right to bear his weight.
Their bond is forged in the fires of mutual necessity and the dark, corruptive glue of the alchemy that changed him. Poe recognizes Niko not as a master to be feared, but as the architect of his grander self—the one who sharpened his mind and unlocked the subtle, invisible currents of the world. If the rest of the galaxy is a theater of easy targets and disposable playthings, Niko is the only entity Poe considers a peer. He might steal Niko’s credits, hide his essential tools, and mimic his most exhausted sighs with malicious accuracy, but should an outsider dare to threaten the man, the trickster vanishes, replaced instantly by a crimson-eyed terror.
It is a fierce, terrifyingly protective territoriality disguised as spite. Poe will harass, torment, and manipulate Niko until the end of days—but he will gleefully tear out the eyes of anyone else who tries to take his place. ]
⛧ NOTABLE POSSESSIONS |
[ For a creature of Poe’s unnatural longevity and kleptomaniacal disposition, possessions are not merely items collected—they are trophies of psychological warfare, historical markers, and small focal points for his localized grip on the Force. He does not keep a nest; he keeps a vault, hidden away in the dark, inaccessible rafters of Niko’s quarters, populated by items chosen for their capacity to annoy, their historical weight, or their sheer, glittering aesthetic value.
These items are randomized trinkets that hold no significant power nor overall value. ]
⛧ PERSONALITY |
[ Poe is not a pet in any domestic, comforting sense; he is a tenant with a lease written in sharp, obsidian intelligence and signed with a perpetual sneer. To look into his bead-black eyes is to realize you are being weighed, measured, and invariably found wanting. He possesses a memory like a steel trap—if an unfortunate soul crossed Niko, or worse, crossed Poe himself, that offense was cataloged, filed away under an internal ledger of blood feuds to be repaid in stolen keys, ruined manuscripts, and meticulously timed, ear-splitting shrieks during the quietest hours of the dawn.
With Niko, their dynamic is a symbiotic friction—a constant, exhausting chess match between two minds that refuse to be outmaneuvered. Poe is a trickster of the highest, most infuriating order; he does not merely steal shiny objects for the sake of hoarding, but rather for the sheer, malicious joy of the psychological fallout. He will hide Niko’s shinier objects, wait until the frantic search has reached its boiling point, and then—with an insufferable, clicking chuckle—drop it squarely upon his head. He is sassy, if an avian entity can be said to possess a biting, theatrical wit, mimicking the precise sigh Niko makes when overwhelmed and broadcasting it to the room with perfect, mocking clarity. Yet, beneath the layers of spite and calculated chaos, there exists a fiercely guarded truce—a mutual understanding that in a world full of dull wits, they are the only two beings capable of keeping each other sharp. ]
⛧ TRAINING |
[ To expect Poe to sit, or stay, or perform the minor, humiliating tricks of a common pet is to fundamentally misunderstand the nature of the beast—and Poe will ensure you suffer for the ignorance. He cannot be trained by any conventional metric of domestic submission; treating him with the patronizing tone one might reserve for a spaniel is a surefire way to lose a strip of skin from your knuckle, or find your boot laces cleanly severed. He does not obey commands so much as he enters into brief, transactional negotiations, evaluating every human directive through a lens of profound skepticism and weighing whether the reward justifies the loss of his dignity.
Instead, his development has taken a much stranger, infinitely more terrifying path—a consequence of Niko’s own experimentation and Poe’s uncanny, predatory focus. He has been trained, in small, erratic increments, to tap into the currents of the Force. ]
Combat Information • • •
⛧ COMBAT FUNCTION |
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⛧ FORCE ABILITIES |
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STRENGTHS ✧ [ Pocket Telekinesis ] HERE ✧ [ Combat Glitch ] HERE ✧ [ Bird of a Different Feather ] HERE ✧ [ Alche-millennial Longevity ] HERE ✧ [ Weaponized Anatomy ] HERE ✧ [ Vantablack Stealth ] HERE ✧ [ Audio Catfishing ] HERE ✧ [ Art of The Theft ] HERE | WEAKNESSES ✧ [ HERE ] HERE |
Historical Information• • •
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