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I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you...
NAME: Thrax the DestroyerFACTION: Bounty Hunter's Guild
RANK: Bounty Hunter
SPECIES: Graug/Vong Hybrid
AGE: 47
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2.286 Meters
WEIGHT: 140 Kilograms
EYES: Reddish Orange
HAIR: Bald
SKIN: Grey
FORCE SENSITIVE: Dead
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ No Voodoo: He's Vong, no Wizardy allowed.
+ Andre the Giant: Are you ready to get Shrekt?
- Furnace: Need your bounty alive? You'd best hope they don't anger him. He's been known to utterly destroy his targets in fits of rage, leading to a sometimes empty wallet.
+ No Shanking: His skin, tempered by abnormal amounts of heat, provides him a high degree of resistance to sharp objects, like toothpricks and spears.
- Thrax Smash: His skills involve hitting things, hitting things harder, hitting things until they break, hitting things until they break to the point of unbreaking and then hitting them until they're dead. Nowhere in this do things like piloting, marksmanship and the like factor in. He can fly a ship... kind of, not unlike the manner in which a rock soars majestically towards a canyon bottom; violently and with a sudden arrest of forward momentum.
APPEARANCE:
A hulking, massively muscled figure of a Vong, Thrax is likely the spitting image of the worst nightmares of anyone who'd fought a Vong and lived to tell the tale. He's huge, he's angry, and he's got a higher pain tolerance than a Zeltron can down alcohol. The grey of his skin is a leathery hide, seemingly aged by mass amounts of heat until it became near impervious to the sorts of blades you'd find on street toughs.
His brow is almost always furrowed in some degree of anger and contempt, underbite allowing his fangs to stick up visibly although there seems no real affect on his ability to speak. As with most Vong, his body is tremendously scarred, but what armor he does have is minimal at best, perhaps as a means of showing off or simply an attempt to get into the heads of those he hunts.
BIOGRAPHY:
You're born suffering, you die suffering, such is the way of the Vong. Many go gladly to their deaths, hoping to end the cycle of torment that is existence. Unlike most, however, Thrax does not look forward to the end. To him, life's termination only results in his inability to make a few credits, smash a few bones and generally make life unpleasant for those around him.
You're born suffering, you die suffering, such is the way of the Vong. Many go gladly to their deaths, hoping to end the cycle of torment that is existence. Unlike most, however, Thrax does not look forward to the end. To him, life's termination only results in his inability to make a few credits, smash a few bones and generally make life unpleasant for those around him.
For many years, he simply wandered the galaxy, getting into brawls and winning arena bouts to keep himself supplied with the bare necessities for life. Should he need to travel to other planets, he'd usually take jobs as security against pirates, or would become one himself just to get to the next starport. Eventually, however, he realized he'd need a bit more credits if he wanted to own anything of worth - in his case, anything that could help him make more credits.
To this end, he wound up tracking down a target to Mustafar, where he found the ultimate Vong experience; relatively high gravity, extreme heat and a whole lot of nothing. For months, he did his job, hunting down his target, and after a week or two he simply abandoned his suit and breath mask and went it alone. Returning to what passed for civilization long enough only to keep himself from starving and dehydrating, he came off the world not only with his target, but with his a whole new appearance.
Gone was his black hair, the red of his eyes now twinged with orange. What had once been a purplish tanned skin was now grey and pallid, cracked from the extreme temperatures in some places. Rumor had it his blood was fire, although no one has ever been able to confirm this. Ever since, he's taken to a minimalist approach to armor and favored heavy, hard hitting melee weapons.
Now, he's back to hunting bounties.
SHIP:
N/A
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Jared Ovmar - 75,000
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Jared Ovmar - 75,000
Subach Innes Assets - 5,000,000
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Danger, Will Robinson, Danger
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Danger, Will Robinson, Danger
