INSATIABLE
The Wendigo
| Music | X |
| Real Name | Unknown |
| Faction(s) | The Brotherhood of the Maw |
| Tribe | The Crimson Hands |
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| Birthplace | Unknown |
| Age | Unknown |
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| Rank(s) | Marauder |
| Home | Nirauan |
| Species | Presumably Human |
| Language(s) | Galactic Basic |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Mild |
| Force Alignment | The Dark Side |
| Character Alignment | Lawful Evil |
| Height | 6'3” |
| Weight | 190 lbs |
| Hair Color | Unknown |
| Eye Color | Unknown |
| Skin Color | Unknown |
| Art Credit | Ben Kruck |
Though memory has slipped between his fingers like sands in an hourglass, sensical fragments from a mind broken by torture offer solace when the war grind draws to a pause. A proud son of Nirauan once, The Wendigo was fiercely loyal to the monarchy, dedicating himself to military service as soon as he was able to join the war effort and end the Sith's reign of terror across the galaxy. What was a man once proved himself capable with few equals, earning him a place amongst the elite, where he meticulously earned the title of Myrmidon, recruited into the task force loyal to
Lucien Dooku
first, and the Empire second.Beneath his belt, he tucked a number of battles comfortably, all of which saw him outlast many he had come to call brother and thrust him into The Second Great Hyperspace War as a steeled veteran. And so he fought, tooth and nail, for survival. Until the shadow of The Brotherhood of the Maw swept across Serenno and swallowed him whole. Left behind after the devastating blast from the MOAB and the New Imperial retreat, he held out for days in the wreckage, praying for intervention, for salvation, clinging to the hope that he would not be forsaken to a fate worse than death.
When the time came, he leveled his blade, prepared to end his life before it could be twisted beyond recognition. And it was with sadistic delight that The Brotherhood denied him of that, too. Swept up in their war machine, he was put through the paces, tortured and experimented on by the lessers of
Kyrel Ren
, his mind and body broken out of shape and healed into an unfamiliar form, one scraped clean of the memories that gave him strength. He was inducted as a Crimson Hand, reshaped into a sadistic, bloodthirsty mongrel with little more than the eagerness of bloodshed to drive him forward. Stripped of identity and coined as something far worse, The Wendigo serves the Brotherhood of the Maw with fervor.PERSONALITY
Unlike the majority of his newfound brothers in arms, The Wendigo operates beyond primal hedonism, where his desire for bloodshed and the satiation of his cannibalistic hunger does not dictate his life. He indulges as he must, but perhaps better than most, he's retained his tactical mind, and appears far more stoic and level-headed when compared to his comrades. Methodical, strategic, and often quiet, The Wendigo has found some semblance of necessary structure within the chaos of his new home and upholds it as he's able.
He refrains from overindulgence for the sake of stoicism, saving his energy for conflicts against those who would see their hellish conquest put to rest.
The Wendigo often finds himself struggling with vague pieces of recollection, reflections on the broken shards of his collective consciousness, triggered by eerily familiar events and voices. Though he rarely speaks on these things, he consolidates a large part of his energy into trying to stitch his memory back together, fighting to figure out who and what he was before his conversion.
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EQUIPMENT
- Tenebrae-pattern Commando Armor Mk. II
- "Unmaker" - Pattern Sustained Maser Rifle
- KXV-VBS-01A 'Streiter' Vibroblade
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