Raejar
Character
Name: RaejarLoyalties: N/A
RANK: Dark Jedi Padawan
SPECIES: Mahanaim
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’1
WEIGHT: 185
EYES: Orange sclera, and gold pupils
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Chalk/Milky White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
[SIZE=22pt]Strengths:[/SIZE]
- There you are: Like other Mahanaim, Raejar can make use of echolocation thanks to the hearing and the ability to produce sounds that the species possesses. This allows him to know where things are through registering the fluctuations of the waves of sound.
- Stronger, Faster: Mehanaim are physically superior to humans due to the adaptations they suffered in order to be able to live in their world. This allows Raejar to run at 60 km/h in short periods of time (approximately during one minute and a half or 200-250 meters non-stop when in flat terrain), being able to keep up for long periods of time if not running at full speed and Normally the species can lift up to two times their own weight untrained but due to his training at the hands of both Alkor Centaris and Kiera Ticon, Raejar is capable of lifting up to three and a half his own body weight.
- I know you are there: The Mehanaim’s hearing is the acutest of their senses but their sight and smell are also very sensitive.
- Screech: The Mehanaim have learned to use the ability to produce sound to make their foes confused, disoriented and unbalanced for very short periods of time which Raejar will frequently use to his advantage.
- Effective Multitaskers: Like the rest of his people Raejar is ambidextrous and is known to be able to perform different actions at the same time without major complications. This also comes with the added benefit of great hand-eye coordination.
- You are afraid: Mahanaim are taught since an early age to read the physical language of most species and to tell whether others are lying or not by the tones in the voice and the beatings of the heart, though due to his training with Kiera and Alkor, Raejar has begun using this in a variety of other ways.
[SIZE=22pt]Weaknesses:[/SIZE]
- Stop that noise: As with many others of his race, the hearing abilities Raejar has been blessed with is also a curse. Loud screeching or disorienting sounds such as from the aftershock of an explosion or sonic discharge can leave him far more disoriented than others, causing partial deafness, a loss of consciousness, or even becoming completely deaf.
- Don't touch me: Raejar is an incredibly paranoid individual and due to his experiences as a youth he rarely trusts anyone much less allowing them to touch him. If they do there's more than likely to be a fight. This even extends when it comes to mending wounds as he won’t even let a stranger touch him.
- Stay away from Zeltros: Thanks to his heightened senses, Raejar is even more susceptible to pheromones than others. Thus, he perceives pheromones more strongly. This makes the effect of pheromones not only faster but also stronger when affecting him.
- Addictive: It is known that Mahanaim are more prone to addiction than other species, this has sadly not escaped Raejar. Even if they need to consume more in order to get, for example, drunk. This is because the stimuli and "rewarded" effect affects them more strongly than others, making them become addicted to it quicker. Furthermore, their system, developed to live on very natural and unprocessed substances, receives much more damage than other species, meaning that they are not only more prone to falling into an addiction but to dying because of the consequences also.
- Weak bones: Like others of his species Raejar is prone to his bones being slightly weaker or easier to break than another species. Especially his ribs.
- Solitude: One of the many dangers of being descended from the Mahanaim is that Raejar needs social interaction with others to maintain his sanity. Without this, his mind could revert to that of a wild animal.
- Darkside attraction: Ever since his youth Raejar has been attracted to the darkside, seeing it as a living creature or individual. To the point where he has become infatuated with it to where many of the atrocities he committed as a child were due to the “voices” he heard.
Relationships:
Mother: Of No Importance
Father: Of No Importance
Guardians: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Master(s): Keira Ticon/Alkor Centaris
APPEARANCE:
Raejar is a man that appears or would appear more like a human if it wasn’t for his milky white skin which in comparison to others makes him look completely inhuman. His eyes which are colored in the unique way of some Mahanaim also gives him an appearance where many at first would possibly mistake him for an albino Chiss which he is anything but. His eyes are orange where the sclera would be and a golden center. With pointed earlobes that do nothing but continue to dehumanize him Raejar very much is an anomaly without many knowing what species he hails from. Standing at 6’1 Raejar isn’t truly an imposing figure, but his build is athletic with the muscles easily apparent that his species possess, which was honed further due to his training at the feet of two prodigious Mandalorians. With black hair that is cut neatly, Raejar would be considered handsome if not for his other inhuman looking features. On his face, there are an array of tattoos around his eyes, nose, and on each side of his chin that glow a neon blue. These are the tattoos of his parents that he was marked with as a youth.
BIOGRAPHY:
“Normal people have no idea how beautiful the darkness is.”
I was born to a mother and father who despised me, they called me an abomination. One accused the other of having cheated due to my inhuman appearance while the other hated me for ruining her relationship with her lover. I never knew love in my youth. There was no one that would accept me. Those I went to school with weren’t of my people, they were humans, rodians, many others yet to them I was nothing but one to poke fun at or examine like a creature trapped in a bottle. I was forced to draw in on myself, I hated them all. I wanted them all to die, to simply leave me alone, something that would’ve been akin to a death sentence for my people. But there was one person who talked to me, and even as a boy I knew love. Her voice was honeyed, it spoke directly to my mind and she had a power and figure that any man, women or whathaveyou would crave for. She was my mistress and she understood me. She promised me what others wouldn’t give me, love, understanding, a friend and all I had to do was obey her. To do as she said which she wanted me to get revenge. But first, she taught me to understand what was around me. It started with killing and examining small creatures such as rodents and lizards, then over time, it grew to tricking some children of my age to their own deaths at the hand of dangerous creatures.At the age of thirteen, I knew nothing about revenge, all I knew was that my mistress pushed me to commit a deed not many others would have the courage to do… Patricide. It started with my mother, are species aren’t the easiest to kill or sneak up on, but I somehow managed it. I lied to my mother and as her back was turned I plunged a blade deep into her back. I still remember her screams and the laughs of my mistress as I drove the blade in over and over. Tears filled my eyes, a laugh left my lips. One of both joy and pain as I felt a sudden energy and strength from her pain, the anger, the betrayal. It nourished me.
My father was next, I used my mother as a ploy. I cried over her corpse, calling to my father who rushed in wondering what had happened. That’s when I struck. My mistress guided my hand, the blade sunk directly into his neck. In an instant, the man who had raised, abused and mistreated me fell his body collapsing atop my mothers. My mistress congratulated me, awarded me in ways that I can still feel her warmth. But my deeds had finally started to catch up to me. I’d been dumb, I hadn’t hidden the bodies, instead, I sought to understand them, dissecting them in the name of my mistress. I was brainwashed and now the entire city sought my death. In the name of their children, my parents, and all the other acts I’d committed. Why? They had no proof truly. They knew not what tormented me. And as I lay cowering in a corner I found myself saved by two individuals. They understood what ailed me. They sought to protect me from not only the mistress but those who would do me harm. They saw my potential and retreated the planet with me. They gave me the things my parents never had, a family, a true home and a place away and out of reach of the mistress. Though sometimes I can still hear her whispers.
