Grifter
NAME: Thrukk GulpdarFACTION:
RANK:
SPECIES: Houk
AGE: 38
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2.6m (8 1/2 ft)
WEIGHT: 416kg
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: No
SKIN: Purple and ochre
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Ogre: Thrukk is huge bulky and has the strength of twenty men...
Ogre: Which means he's also a massive target.
Quick step: A decade in the fighting pits of Rattaka has left him light on his feet for such a massive creature and with highly tuned reflexes:
Timber: However a foot in the wrong place and a slip is bad news for someone so large, especially on high gravity planets. An awkward fall could easily lead to a broken limb
Intimidating presence: A career in both bodyguarding and bounty hunting has left him with the uncanny ability to get his way with just a look
Of few words: Thrukk often keeps his opinion to himself
But good words: Surprisingly he's a huge fan of literature and poetry. He enjoys writing poetry in his spare time, and one of his pieces "The delightful crack of a shattered femur", which glorified the brutality of pit fighting, was published. He's been known to catch people off guard with a witty remark, or intelligent pun
But not numbers: His education was cut short when his father's life debt was passed to him. He's never had to time to study maths or technology to a typical level
Stubborn: Once he's made up his mind, it can take a long time to bring him around to a different notion. This happens to make him relatively resistant to mind tricks. At the same time his single-mindedness and candidness make him very easy to read, both visually and using the Force
APPEARANCE:
Thrukk is large and broad even for a Houk. A harsh youth spent undergoing brutal physical regimes and with carefully planned diets to prepare him for arena fighting has left him with a massive bulk of muscle mass. Even beneath a layer of fat muscles visibly bulge and shift whenever he moves.
His right hand, and most of that forearm, have been replaced by a prosthetic. The huge four fingered claw similar in appearance to his left, large enough to grab a man by his waist and strong enough to bend durasteel.
There are two scars visible on his chin. They run parallel from the right corner of his lips to the left corner of his chin. One is more noticeable than the other, but both are obvious in good lighting.
His skin is mostly dark purple, but mottled with grey patches and large swathes of ochre. His jaw, cheeks and forehead are grey, purple and bright orange respectively.
He often wears short sleeves, leaving his huge arms bare. He will regularly be seen with a simple tartan sash.
BIOGRAPHY:
Thrukk’s earliest memories are relatively normal. A young child he attended school like a normal child. Occasionally his carers would allow him to visit his father, and this all seemed to be the way the world worked to the young Houk.
His father, an accountant from the Houk territories on Sriluur, had become deeply in debt with the wrong people. Clearly, not the best mind for the career. Ten years of service working the illegal books for illegal operations on Rattataka were his penance, with his son Thrukk, cared for and given an education. His father only managed five before he was murdered for making an ill-timed comment on a slaver’s approach to investments.
Thrukk’s future was suddenly plunged into uncertainty. He could not take his father’s place, but the debt had not been paid. Instead the slaver’s decided the Houk, who at ten was already encroaching six feet in height, could make worthwhile entertainment in the arena himself.
They were not wrong. Hard years of lifting weights, training and eating and he was ready for the arena. In his first bout he nearly lost his jaw to the vibro blade. In his second he lost his right arm.
In his third bout, after being granted a new bionic hand, he flew into a rage. He crushed a rodian against a rock wall with his shoulder, he tore a twilek’s appendages off one by one. He was an instant hit with the crowd. He frequently fought with a massive mace. Six foot and thirty kilos of durasteel that he used with the speed of a rapier to dismember his enemies. http://starwarsrp.net/topic/61158-the-arena/]Thrukk versus Four had become a headline attraction. He managed his five years without losing another limb. Had he lost the crowd, and his event become unpopular, he may not have made it through his time.
Whilst his time was up, the slaver’s decided Thrukk didn’t really know the terms of the debt paid by his father, and as a final step sold him into service as a bodyguard. There was only so much honour among thieves after all.
GUARD DUTY
Thrukk spent many long years looking menacing and grunting obscenities at passers by. Often this wasn’t enough to disavow people of violence, particularly given his new master’s operations were barely more respectable than the fighting pits of Rattatak. Often he was drawn into gun battles in dark alleyways at night. The bulky Houk made a big target and took several blaster bolts for his owners over the years. But he always dished out more than he received. His trademark weapon a modified fletchette cannon that was supposed to be mounted, the massive weapon clearing out whole rooms at a time with a single canister. He learned a great deal about the underworld during this time. Particularly learning when to expect violence, when to keep his mouth shut, and when to use violence to prevent escalation of violence. There was a lot of violence.
THE HUNTER
Down the line he entered the service of a Rodian Bounty Hunter named Josto. The old hand was a skilled tracker, but needed fresh hands to help him bring down his quarry. For the first time, aged thirty, Thrukk was travelling the Galaxy. Often their tracking would take them across half the Galaxy to bring down individuals who would flee to the unknown regions to avoid a death sentence. He gained something of a reputation amongst hunters for smashing through a duracrete wall with his bionic hand and pulling a target out of an embassy by the scruff of his neck without setting foot on the premises. The Ithorians did not see this as a legal method of taken their prey. Violence ensued. Eventually Josto retired from the business. Setting Gulpdar up with a Bothan colleague as his partner. Whilst he’d technically been owned by the Rodian, it had long felt like a partnership, with both enjoying the spoils. Gaining his freedom at thirty five years of age was a less climactic event than could have been expected. His new partner was another skilled tracker, an ex-policeman and an exceptional investigator. Thrukk was exceptional at violence.
Thrukk recently started working for both the Hutt Cartel and Saeva Inc on a "cash in hand" basis. He now resides on the Houk Territories on Sriluur, though he's most frequently travelling around the Galaxy plying his trade. Thrukk has almost no loyalties. Having spent his life fighting and working for others, he finds himself surprised how unwilling he is to settle down with his own kind, and possibly even raise a family of his own. Perhaps he has become so used to the routines forced upon him, that attempting something else is simply too much. He despises Caf, in all its forms. He has no interest in property, or speeders. Instead his primary vice is expensive cigarra's, and he's frequently seen smoking something of exceptional quality. It's also one of his favourite items to discuss. He's generally interest in sport, and follows most publicly broadcast fighting sports.
SHIP:
An old freighter not worth doing starship gun maths for.
KILLS:
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Soon ™
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