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Vainch
{Above is the battle attire for when 'Vainch' wishes to be unknown. Below is what Vainch looks like when not in full armor}
NAME: Vainch
ALIAS: Ruil
SEX: Masculine
AGE: One Hundred-Forty {140}
SPECIES: Vaemath
FACTION: Unaffiliated
RANK: Mercenary
HOME-WORLD: Baratia
CURRENT-RESIDENCE: Nar Shaddaa
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AESTHETICS
HEIGHT: 2.7m
WEIGHT: 240 lbs
EYES: Blue-gray
HAIR: None
SKIN: Obsidian
APPEARANCE: This beast, identified as a Vaemath, towered at the stature of 8'8" and weighed a complete sum of two hundred-forty pounds. Distinctively, he stood with a skin the color of obsidian, meaning the majority of his frame was black in hue, while white speckles scattered along the dimensions of his being. This allowed the male to standout from his kin, even though the entirety of his race came in a multitude of shades. Among the light glitter of white was the blue-gray glow of his eyes, something that matched not the mane to which did not exist upon his cranium.
Like the rest of his kin, this Vaemath, from crown to base, had a not a lone follicle; instead, he bore atop his skull a single set or protrusions, which descended the distance of his backbone in lengthy threads that halted at the arch of his back in their span outwards. If they were drawn straight, one would be able to see they moved slightly below his posterior. Unlike the others of his kin, who had theirs removed or altered, he believed his were a form of their own perfection and added to the depth of his appearance.
Even though his frame was large, and his body slim--as in relatively small in nature--he was able to move with ease and grace, as if he were some magnificent river and not unhindered by the size of his tall stature. Not to mention the addition of his elongated torso, and thin arms, which added to the male's ability to move gracefully.
ATTIRE: The male's clothing was simple in nature, at least as simple as it could get for a Vaemath. Upon his three toes, had been armor, of the standard Vaemath, which covered a majority of his arms, shoulders, upper and lower legs, torso, hands, the place where his cheeks are considered to be, as well as the place where a mouth would be.
PRIVATE INFORMATION
PERSONALITY: It is said that the universal mannerisms of the Vaemath can be summed up in a single word, and Vainch is no true exception--at least not at the start of things. This male had his fair share of ups and downs, and knew he could not continue in the world he was born within should he be unable to birth a form of aggression. Compassion. Love. To most other beings, were things of comfort, care. But to this specific being, it was things of light and darkness. His truest compassion was for that of battle, that of victory so that he may find a position in the place he called him. Love. Love, to him, was the thrill of achieving, so that he could stand above the rest and label himself as the strongest of his kin.
It was because of this profound aggression that he was forged into the being he was today; a recluse who did whatever he could to better himself; a loner who would do whatever it took to get stronger in order to exceed those around him and become something more that he was currently. It was this extreme necessity to be a loner and stand above the rest that empowered this monstrous beast to grow stronger in nature; however, in doing so, the male forfeited the will and need to be surrounded by those who did not support his cause, those who only stood in his way. This feeling drove him deeper into an aggression that blinded him, drove him into darkness, where he learned his truth.
His strength was great, but he was unaccompanied, and there was often strength in numbers. At this realization, the male's aggression slowly subsided and became replaced with a calmness as he progressed through his life. The realization of him losing whatever aggression he had in his person, forged a new way of life for him. No longer would this Vaemath act on aggression, but on a calm, and calculated mind, one that would guide him down the proper path and aid him in the fulfillment of his dream. If he were to be the best, he could not act as a child. When this was finally realized, he began to approach situations with caution and careful thinking. If one were to ask if he needed to compete to earn his place in the world, he would tell them no, and he simply did it for the thrill it gave him. He also wanted to live a long, full life. It was the only way to live; nevertheless, there were few times he would unleash his aggression upon his target. In these rare instances, he would allow the instinct to kill and crush overcome him, for then, and only then had he truly be alive, living in the past as he had with the rest of his kin and their fight for dominance against one another.
Would he ever find someone to put him to rest? Would he ever find an equal: someone to make him want to grow better? Or would he settle? Such questions gave birth to the male's fear, and that fear is where his strength came from. Regardless of this, his emotions of other races remained neutral, for the most part, but he found himself careful not to trust. Many people were quick to turn against you.
STRENGTHS:
Muscular Structure: The Vaemath had perhaps one of the most unique muscular and organic structures in the entire galaxy. Like many other species in the galaxy, the Vaemath's body worked on a series of nerves, muscles, tendons, and bones. Unlike the other species, however, the Vaemath had a wholly unique muscular layout. This odd layout of muscle stretched through bones and allowed the Vaemath to have an incredible strength while maintaining lithe, and even skinny frames. Unlike other large species, such as the Maelibus or Herglic, the Vaemath, while tall, were relatively small in stature. Their bodies were lithe and agile, yet they retained an incredible amount of strength. This was due to their unique muscular layout, which allowed them to be far stronger than they appeared to be.
Thick Skin: Baratia, the Vaemath homeworld, was a planet of molten rock and fire. The Vaemath had lived beneath the surface of their home-world for millenia, and through these trying times, their skin had grown thick and resistant to heat. Like other species with more resistant demis, the Vaemath had a very thick and almost unnatural skin. This skin was leathery and protective in nature, which gave the Vaemath a resistance to temperature extremes, blades, and kinetic impact. This thick skin made the Vaemath incredibly hardy, even gave them resistance to most forms of radiation. Such a feat allowed the Vaemath to easily travel through space. When combined with their natural strength, their thick skin made them the perfect front line soldiers.
Instinct: When deep in the art of combat, his instincts came forth and allowed his body to act on its own. His personality remained the same, but his actions were quicker in response. This state of mind was rare for him, as entering it required extreme want and need. His trigger seemed to be, for the most part, the need to survive.
Hunter: In his days as a Mercenary, he had to learn to track, guard, and guide his clients down the right path. This allowed him to pick up and add the needed skills to his arsenal. In being a hunter, the male learned ways to hide his tracks, depending on the location, etc.
WEAKNESSES:
Bacta Intolerant: For an unknown reason, the Vaemath species--as a whole--was intolerant to Bacta. The strength of this intolerance varied from Vaemath to Vaemath, but the reactions could be extremely brutal. For most Vaemath, contact with bacta caused them to break out in extremely painful and itchy hives;' however, such reactions would dissipate after a few days of rest. For other Vaemath, the reaction proved to be far more severe. Instead of breaking out in hives, the Vaemath had a seizure-like reaction; their muscles locked and their organs failed seemingly instantaneously. It was because of this intolerance that many of the Vaemath found themselves extremely weary of alien doctors and would only allow members of their own species to treat their injuries.
Open Minids: Due to their Telepathic communication, the Vaemath's minds were incredibly open to influences of the force. This was mostly due to their willingness to communicate and speak, the Vaemath's minds were almost always 'open.' Unlike other species across the galaxy who found it as a second nature to resist influences and probes within their mind, the Vaemath took such actions as merely another method of communication, as such, a proficient mentalist could easily take advantage of this naive worldview. Of course, on the flip side, should a Vaemath suspect or is aware of a force user attempting to probe their mind, they can cease any and all communication into their thoughts. This made their minds fortresses, however, it made them unable to communicate with the outside world as well.
Picky Eaters: The Vaemath were gifted a unique way of consuming food. Having lost all ability to eat regularly, the Vaemath were forced to utilize a set of tools in an almost ritual like process to ingest nutrients. This process was time consuming and limited them extensively. They required a supply of nutrient tubes and an injector in order to eat. This limited them because gathering the proper materials were almost impossible outside of their home-world.
Instinct: This is a strength, but it is also a weakness. Sometimes, the need to survive can become overtaken by the aggression of his people, and he would be willing to attack those around him, should they come too close to him in proximity. A simple act of touching him could make him turn against you when in this state of mind.
BIOGRAPHY: This particular Vaemath confronted the same trials as his brothers and sisters, implying those of his people in place of those who were born to the likes of his parents--both of which had not been given names. When he was a youngster, the primary recollection he had was that of his father teaching him the ways of battle so that he could discover how to fend for himself. In other words, Vainch was intelligent enough to learn the genuine exchange of battle through the art of scrutinizing the superior practices of his father, mother, older brothers and sisters, for affection was not a thing of concern in his household. Once born, you had your individual obligations. Once you could move on your own, feeding yourself became a necessity, or else you faced death.
His parents had a sum of ten children, and only six managed to survive, and to this day, it was assumed two were all that remained: Vainch being the second child. The survival of the other was nothing more than a mystery to the male. In the Vaemath society, it weas kill or be killed. The male, as he studied consistently throughout the hours, he became able to pick up on their movements, and from that, a development of his own fighting ability, beliefs, and motives were forged into existence. When he felt he evaluated enough of his families abilities in combat, he stepped forth to challenge them so that he could hold some form of respect within his family. No longer would the boy be seen as the weakest of his kin. No longer would he stand idle and watch those around him grow stronger while he remained stationary; while the gap between them grew in distance.
The initial challenge of his brother--the second in age above him--he was defeated; however, he managed to impress the older male, who then warned Vainch of his errors, having been unaware of Vaicnh's hidden potential. A flaw on his part. Regardless, Vainch took the loss to heart and decided--from that point and onward--he would put more efforts and focus into his studies in order to reach his zenith. He didn't like the fact his parents decided his life was worthless and short--because of his loss--and came to ignore him. Their only focus had been on themselves, until the day Vainch challenged his brother once more. The second battle lasted for what seemed days--but it was only a few hours--and both brothers moved on even grounds, despite the large gap in experience. Vainch was moved by instinct and the want to be seen as someone, to be noticed. However, his brother moved with superiority, the need to show Vainch who was the better for a final time.
When the battle came to a gradual conclusion, both brothers were sluggish and beaten, almost defeated. Both struggled to stand and were slouched before the other, yet their fist remained clenched; digits tight against their palms. Silent words were exchanged within their minds, and then the warrior-brothers shifted to part ways. At this second, there had been no need to continue a match that would draw no true victor, for both parties had been of identical strength, or so they thought. When Vainch revealed his rear, the brother lunged for the kill. Vainch, having detected the sound of movement, shifted in the form of a side-step, and extended his wrist - gauntlet slid from its hidden compartment, and maneuvered its way through flesh. Instinct drove him at this point, and it was the cause of his brother's cranium rolling along the dimension of the ground. Why had the male tried to kill him in what was nothing more than a simple test of ability? The answer was panic, fear. The brother saw himself descending beneath the youngest of the family and decided it would be best to rid himself of a future threat when it was least expected.
This day and action shed light into Vainch's blue-grey hued orbs. He discovered there had been no such thing as love within the ranks of his family; there was no such thing as the want to come together. Each of his family members cared only for themselves and devoted themselves to their own progression through life. Vainch--at this point in time--could not trust anyone. Even through life with his family had been a harsh one, he never thought they would ever come to betray one another, only to have learned how wrong he had been. This was further proved when his father heard word of his son's prowess and formed the same idea as Vainch's brother. This, however, proved to be a problem, for the experience and skill he had was nothing compared to that of his father. If he were to defeat this man, the rest of his family would surly take him down, having had fear for their own positions in life.
Having learned--the hard way--what life was like on his plant, he knew he was not safe; not because he had done something wrong, but because he displayed the power he held within him. He fought to achieve goals, and wished to become stronger, advanced. It was at this time aggression finally reared its ugly face. He didn't have want for competition, but there was a need to survive. If he was to make it on this cruel planet and in this cruel society, he would have to do whatever it took to survive. That meant he would have to take out those who were trying to kill him. Vainch was not an overly cruel make, however, and would not hunt them down in the beginning. He would let them come to him. With that said, he did not wish to bring death onto his family, but knew his survival was more important. He was the youngest in the family and only gained skill through thee art of watching and rigorous training. If anyone were to blame, it was those he considered family. They shouldn't have been good in their trade!
For years, Vainch went ignored, forgotten. The male wandered the length of his home world, growing as he could while meeting new faces, all of which never gained the male's liking/trust. Nevertheless, he gained interesting--but temporary--companions that lead him on many different adventures. Some of which lead him down the path of the Mercenary. After about twenty years or so, having now been one hundred years of age, he was hunted down by his second eldest brother and sister. Both were formidable opponents, and he knew well he could not take them both as a unit. Had this been his him in his younger years, he would have charged into battle having thought them there to kill him. Aggression, rage, instinct, and fear was brought to light. But that was the past. In his life now, he was calm and calculating. He came to realize strength was in him, and he would not stand for falling when he did not even scratch the surface of his potential.
The male invited both of his siblings in and entered a long discussion. For the first time in his life, he felt some form of semblance toward them. But things shifted in an erroneous direction.The girl, who was the oldest of the two, commanded the brothers to battle. Vainch was unwilling in the beginning, but something told him he wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. Oh, how the girl had been manipulative. If the brothers fought, one would kill the other, and she would kill the last one standing. She would let her father know she killed Vainch, an act that would draw her closer to both parents. Getting close to them would allow her the use of Bacta, which would then grant her a higher position in life, as well as the command of those her parents controlled. It would have been an easy task, had Vainch not convinced them to join him for a last meal, where he used Bacta to poison the both of them. Such an action was a risk, but the results proved to be the correct path. Had the male not taken the risk, he would have died no doubt. Had he been wrong, he would have had to live with his choice. Regardless of the outcome, Vainch began to see the need to be alone; the need to not stand with anyone.
After the deaths of his siblings, the male decided it was best for him to leave. On his last job as a Mercenary, he gathered his materials and departed from his home world. From there, he began to travel in hopes of making a name for himself while growing strong enough to return home and put his father to rest. If he did not, he knew well he would have to run for the rest of his life. His father would never allow him to live, knowing what he had done thus far, and there was a chance he could be next. But who would be the one to fall first? The father, son, or the mother? None knew the answer. Even at the age of one hundred-forty, the male searched for it.
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PROPERTY
SHIP: {N/A}
WEAPONS: Guantlets
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COMBAT
KILLS: {N/A}
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: {N/A}
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DEVELOPMENT
ROLE-PLAYS: {N/A}
THE FORCE
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FORCE ALIGNMENT: {N/A}
FORCE POWERS: {N/A}
LIGHTSABER: {N/A}
CRYSTAL-COLOR: {N/A}
LIGHTSABER FORMS: {N/A}
