Old School Sci-Fi/Fantasy Fan and EU Devotee!
(WIP)
Name: Quolv Zyhvas
Homeworld: Spaceborn - Raised alongside his unfortunate brothers and sisters in a special sealed room aboard a space station orbiting Talus.
Current Residence: Bespin
Faction: Currently independent - a politician without a political home due to the fall of the Galactic Alliance.
Rank: N/A
Species: Neimoidian
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Languages: Fluent: Basic, Neimoidian, Durese, Pak Pak, Gran, Cerean
Conversational: Houkese, Mandaba
Comprehension only: Gamorrese, Ugnaught, Binary
Height: 5'8
Weight: 163 lbs.
Build: Slightly lankier than average, even despite years of armorsmithing; faint muscles underlie his limbs.
Eye color: Sapphire blue.
Hair color: Bald
Skin color: Light green.
Distinguishing Features: A large scar extending down from the base of his scalp to the inner corner of his left eye. The eye remains unaffected, by a bizarre stroke of fate.
Force Sensitivity: No
Occupation: Former Senator before the fall of the Galactic Alliance.
Strengths:
Political Knowledge: An intense knowledge of public affairs and business interests alike occupy a mind clever, persuasive and possessing of nearly limitless patience. His former life as an armorsmith and cooperative partial-owner have taught him much in the realm of negotiation how to strike bargains across the many and varied partisan aisles, as well as when to cut his losses and move on from opponents who are lacking in integrity and forthrightness.
Armorsmith: While it was earlier in his life back when he was still living in a space station over Talus, this Neimoidian was fascinated by the history of warfare, and apprenticed himself to a Herglic armorsmith who had been honorably discharged from the Coruscant Security Force earlier in life. Quolv learned a great deal from his mentor before the older man retired, and it was with pride and joy that the Neimoidian was granted ownership - briefly - of Bastion's Light Industries before the company in question became a cooperative under the Neimoidian's guidance. To this day, Zyhvas is still a part-owner in the company, and his work, patents and designs have garnered him acclaim across multiple systems.
Mathematician: While he is in no way a genius, Zyhvas is nonetheless a very accomplished financier, and can spot mathematical errors with the right amount of free time to devote to the topic, making him a bane to dishonest political foes and various forms of special interests that might want to force their hands into governmental or public coffers.
Weaknesses:
Gun-dependent: It is better to take the enemy out from a distance... Unfortunately, those who run out of ammo or find themselves cornered with no knowledge of melee combat are then completely helpless to escape capture, assuming the enemy even intends to capture them!
Speciesist: This Neimoidian possesses an intense dislike and distrust of Givin, believing that their external skeletal system is both nightmarish in appearance in addition to such a trait's tendency (in his mind) to hold back the natural progress of evolution.
Algophobia: While he can handle himself in a one-on-one fight, Quolv becomes panicked if either witnessing others in pain or if he's in pain himself. He becomes shaken when under such duress, thus being rendered into a less efficient combatant.
Appearance: A sullen, yet dedicated Neimoidian male makes his way through a crowd of chattering political aides, intellectuals and fellow senators and representatives of various species, making his way past the immense table spread with a varying array of appetizers and drinks, some alcoholic, some fizzy, and all brightly colored. He is dressed in flowing black and purple robes that shimmer in the room's bright lighting as he makes his way towards a gesturing Ugnaught. With a single small crustacean tail that he raised to his thin, barely-perceptible lips, the Neimoidian used his long fingers to guide the small, pale bite of meat into his mouth, armored tail and all.
Accepting a datapad from an Ugnaught aide, the Neimoidian was quick to give his snack a few small bites before swallowing. As he scrolled through the datapad and tapped the screen a few times with a long finger, an glistening icy white droid with silver trim that resembled a training remote whirred above him, directing its photoreceptor across the crowd as though it were suspicious of something or someone. The Neimoidian, unlike most of his kind, wasn't adorned with a headdress for this meeting; he looked tired, with his rare dark blue eyes lacking the inner light that some of his kind possessed; a large scar wound its way down from the base of his scalp to one corner of his left eye, speaking to a former lifestyle distantly removed from political spheres, whatever it may have been.
Biography: For some, early and repressed trauma and a complete lack of proper traditional parenting may produce two things - either abject cowardice or nearly unbreakable courage and resolve. For Quolv Zyhvas, it seems to have produced both traits, in a case both rare and remarkable!
His Mother birthed and then abandoned him and an unknown number of siblings in a secret room aboard the Trade Station Irm'Valan that she had stockpiled with stolen food, as it typical for some Neimoidian parents. Due to the large number of siblings and their limited food supply, most of them were deceased upon being discovered; only two pupae survived in order to hatch as fully formed adolescents ready for the next stage of life: Quolv and a sister whom he never knew nor learned about. His sister's cocoon had been carefully removed and taken away by an unknown party, and she had been transported off-station alive, while maintenance droids soon discovered Quolv's cocoon surrounded by his siblings' corpses not even an hour after his only surviving sibling's disappearance.
The Neimoidian, while unexpected in such an entrance into life on that station, wasn't harshly or unfairly regarded by the Irm'Valan's residents. A constant and frequent visitor to the Station - an immense Herglic named Rolt Asmog who worked for the Coruscant Security Force - vacationed constantly to the Irm'Valan, ended up taking a liking to the youth that had hatched and care for him from time to time; whenever Quolv was free from the two TTS-15 tutor droids that taught him to speak and provided him with a standard education, free from all peer-oriented relations - a lucky or an unlucky school experience, some would surmise!
Quolv would also travel with one Jyqil Hervoz, the Chagrian manager of the Irm'Valan to Bespin's famous Cloud City during summer vacations to service the two TTS-15s who tutored him every year, the manager being a jovial and hefty man of purple hue who was also fond of the Neimoidian youth. Jyqil was a retired explorer and moderately famous chef who was fond of regaling Quolv with his many tales of exploring the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions when not engaged in teaching his unexpected charge himself! These two had a warm bond that has lasted a great many years even after the Neimoidian left the Irm'Valan many years later.
Rolt eventually convinced Quolv, upon his fifteenth Life Day, to apprentice under him as an Armorsmith, a subject which they both had an interest in - the Herglic as a hobby, and the Neimoidian as a genuine career interest. Again, Rolt was somewhat limited in what he could teach, even while their master-student relationship lasted for years afterwards due to their constant contact via the Holonet. It was with great pride in Quolv who, at nineteen, founded his own Armorsmithing cooperative that he christened Bastion's Light, that Rolt Asmog added the Neimoidian to his last will and testament if anything should ever happen to the unmarried and childless Herglic. Fate had smiled upon the Neimoidian in this regard, even if darkly - it was many years later that the still-unattached Herglic would succumb to injuries sustained from a cryonic explosive during a raid on a Crime Lord's ancient castle on Coruscant many years later left poor Rolt in a coma due to injuries sustained, and the brave and immense "fighter through all life" was dead within weeks after the incident.
Now without one of his only real friends and mentors in life, Quolv Zyhvas threw himself into his Armorsmithing work, studying metallurgy and forgecraft wholeheartedly more then ever as a way to work through his grief, even as he left Irm'Valan behind forever, making his part time residence in Bespin's famous Cloud City permanent. A few years later, he became an occasional, then more frequent voice in local Bespin-based politics even as he continued his work for the cooperative he had founded earlier in life.
Another few years passed, and Quolv made the most drastic decision in his life: as a frequent seasonal worker in political arenas, the outspoken Neimoidian eventually became all-the-more disgusted with the current state of Galactic Alliance politics and at the age of thirty-four, he resolved to use his knowledge of business management, the current issues and the use and exploitation of resources all alike to ensure and safeguard Bespin as a bastion for honesty, moral and financial integrity, freedom and democracy...
With the passing of a few more years, the turmoil, corruption and incompetence in the Galactic Alliance only grew worse.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Voice Example: Harro Ruuk (Star Wars: Jedi Starfighter game)
Equipment: Datapad, civilian's plainclothes, C1-Series comlink, spare clothing, DT-12 heavy blaster pistol, several ammo cartridges, a LaserHone Talon vibrodagger, portable computer, personal holoprojector, Chiba DR-10 protocol droid (DR-07).
Ship: the Unknown, a stone gray modified Dynamic-class freighter that possesses two replacement autoturrets that eliminate the need for a gunner, as well as possessing the strongest shield generator that money has been able to buy.
Kills:
Bounties:
Deaths:
Theme:
Last edited: