Vroke
New Member
Name: Vroke
Faction: None Currently
Rank: Former Slave, but hopeful Padawan
Species: Human
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 260lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald, but he has a black mustache
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths
(+) He is incredibly skilled in hand to hand combat, and has the build to back up his strength.
(+) His kindness knows no bounds always willing to throw his body to the absolute limits to save another life.
Weaknesses
(-) Vroke was born and raised a slave as a direct result of which he has no formal education, and is completely illiterate.
(-) His body is covered in scars from his past life attained from slave owners, and time spent forced into the fighting pits.
Appearance
If Vroke’s height wasn’t intimidating enough the size of his arms and chest were certainly enough to encourage most to leave him alone. His back and chest were covered with scars which were to him a constant reminder of the cruelty in this galaxy. The giant of a man preferred to keep his head shaven as he had never known a life of having long hair. In fact the only hair that could be seen was a black mustache that he always kept neatly trimmed and well kept.
Personality
Vroke does not understand the concept of subtlety, but he has a very warm heart and always means well even if sometimes he is too forward. He always carries a warm smile on his face, and often leaves rooms filled with joyous laughter. Vroke would never go out of his way to start a fight, but he is always willing to jump to the defense of the innocent even if the outcome is completely against his favor.
Biography
Vroke was born to parents he would never get the pleasure of meeting. The story that had always been told to him was that his mother and fathered owed the Hutts more than anyone could make in a lifetime. Faced with a difficult choice his father took the cowards way out, and handed off the infant to the Hutts in exchange for wiping out the families debts. Vroke would live his entire existence a slave to the Hutt cartel.
By the time Vroke turned thirteen the Hutt’s had realized the boy’s natural resilience would prove to be quite profitable if only they could break his spirit. They gave the child a sword and the name ‘Vroke’ and threw him into the fighting pits. The vibroblade was dulled, and his opponent was an older boy he had never seen before. Vroke dropped his blade to the ground and charged at his opponent. To him he felt every move his opponent would make minutes before they made it. His senses heightened beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He quickly sidestepped his opponent’s slash grappling his enemy and smashing him hard against the ground rendering the boy unconscious. The crowd screamed and cheered for Vroke to spill the boy’s blood, but Vroke refused. His eyes stared defiantly into his Hutt masters. “My master's can choose my name, but they cannot decide who I kill.” The crowd loved the defiance of the boy, and began to cheer the name ‘Vroke the Unbreakable’.
Vroke spent over a decade fighting for the Hutts always ensuring he left his opponent breathing. He fought slaves, bounty hunters, beasts, sometimes a mix of both, but through all his trials he never let his masters break his spirit. He met several slaves during his time fighting including a boy not much older than him who told him all of the Jedi Order. Vroke was fascinated by the force, and the Jedi Code always wanting to learn more of the Jedi. The boy fell asleep at night dreaming of the day he would be free of his chains, and finally free to be the Jedi he was destined to become.
At the age of twenty-nine crowds came across the galaxy to see the brute’s final fight. The Hutt’s promised the man who had now become a crowd favorite that if he won this fight they would grant him his freedom. Vroke could hear the crowd chanting the name they had given him as he prepared for the fight. He knew the Hutts had no plans on letting Vroke walk out of the arena alive, but he didn’t care. He would face whatever challenge they threw at him, or die trying. Vroke stepped into the arena a slave, but he was ready to leave a free man. He knew his opponent well, a particularly cruel trandoshan enforcer of the Hutt’s named Gren. Vroke cracked his knuckles attempting to clear his mind. He slowly closed his blue eyes and took a deep breath as he readied himself for combat. His eyes opened, and into the arena he charged the roar of the crowd overwhelming him all of them cheering for Vroke the Unbreakable.
He launched his body at the trandoshan hoping to tackle his foe for a quick victory when he heard three blaster shots go off. The first one missing him entirely, the second hitting his right shoulder, and the third penetrating his stomach. Gren easily sidestepped Vroke’s charge holstering the blaster. Vroke clumsily stumbled forward barely catching himself in time to avoid falling down completely. Though badly injured Vroke got back into a fighting position as the trandoshan withdrew a vibroblade. Vroke prepared to play the defensive letting his foe charge at him, preparing to dodge his attack as his foe made its final charge. Vroke quickly dodged to the left swinging the back of his hand into his foe’s head sending the trandoshan to the ground. Vroke quickly made his way over to his opponent kicking Gren hard in the abdomen and taking the vibroblade from Gren’s hands disarming his foe.
“Vroke is free…” the mountain of a man said as he slammed the vibroblade through the trandoshan’s shoulder and into the ground beneath him. Vroke took a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in his entire life he felt freedom was in his grasp, but he should have known the Hutt’s would not let him go without some sort of price.
After the fight he was taken before the Hutts to receive proof he was a free man, and as he was leaving he overhead the cry of a small child. His head turned and he set his eyes on a boy who could not have been older than four being taken from his father. Vroke learned that the father had bet everything against Vroke and lost. Vroke let out a heavy sigh and turned back to his former master, “I forfeit… Gren wins the duel. Let the boy go…” The Hutt laughed with joy eager to put their prized fighter back into the arena.
The cartel thought they had finally broken the man, but Vroke spent four long years fighting. With every victory he spared his opponent, and further lived up to his name, Vroke the Unbreakable. He would not be tamed, and as luck would have it he would not have to endure the fighting much longer. For his salvation finally came in the form of an unknown benefactor who left him enough credits to live on for a month, and a promise for a shuttle ride to wherever he wanted to go. Vroke didn’t know much about the world around him, but he knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Special Posessions
Vroke currently has nothing but the clothes on his back.
Ship
None
Kills
None
Bounties Collected
None
Roleplays
None
Faction: None Currently
Rank: Former Slave, but hopeful Padawan
Species: Human
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Height: 6’8”
Weight: 260lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald, but he has a black mustache
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths
(+) He is incredibly skilled in hand to hand combat, and has the build to back up his strength.
(+) His kindness knows no bounds always willing to throw his body to the absolute limits to save another life.
Weaknesses
(-) Vroke was born and raised a slave as a direct result of which he has no formal education, and is completely illiterate.
(-) His body is covered in scars from his past life attained from slave owners, and time spent forced into the fighting pits.
Appearance
If Vroke’s height wasn’t intimidating enough the size of his arms and chest were certainly enough to encourage most to leave him alone. His back and chest were covered with scars which were to him a constant reminder of the cruelty in this galaxy. The giant of a man preferred to keep his head shaven as he had never known a life of having long hair. In fact the only hair that could be seen was a black mustache that he always kept neatly trimmed and well kept.
Personality
Vroke does not understand the concept of subtlety, but he has a very warm heart and always means well even if sometimes he is too forward. He always carries a warm smile on his face, and often leaves rooms filled with joyous laughter. Vroke would never go out of his way to start a fight, but he is always willing to jump to the defense of the innocent even if the outcome is completely against his favor.
Biography
Vroke was born to parents he would never get the pleasure of meeting. The story that had always been told to him was that his mother and fathered owed the Hutts more than anyone could make in a lifetime. Faced with a difficult choice his father took the cowards way out, and handed off the infant to the Hutts in exchange for wiping out the families debts. Vroke would live his entire existence a slave to the Hutt cartel.
By the time Vroke turned thirteen the Hutt’s had realized the boy’s natural resilience would prove to be quite profitable if only they could break his spirit. They gave the child a sword and the name ‘Vroke’ and threw him into the fighting pits. The vibroblade was dulled, and his opponent was an older boy he had never seen before. Vroke dropped his blade to the ground and charged at his opponent. To him he felt every move his opponent would make minutes before they made it. His senses heightened beyond anything he had ever experienced before. He quickly sidestepped his opponent’s slash grappling his enemy and smashing him hard against the ground rendering the boy unconscious. The crowd screamed and cheered for Vroke to spill the boy’s blood, but Vroke refused. His eyes stared defiantly into his Hutt masters. “My master's can choose my name, but they cannot decide who I kill.” The crowd loved the defiance of the boy, and began to cheer the name ‘Vroke the Unbreakable’.
Vroke spent over a decade fighting for the Hutts always ensuring he left his opponent breathing. He fought slaves, bounty hunters, beasts, sometimes a mix of both, but through all his trials he never let his masters break his spirit. He met several slaves during his time fighting including a boy not much older than him who told him all of the Jedi Order. Vroke was fascinated by the force, and the Jedi Code always wanting to learn more of the Jedi. The boy fell asleep at night dreaming of the day he would be free of his chains, and finally free to be the Jedi he was destined to become.
At the age of twenty-nine crowds came across the galaxy to see the brute’s final fight. The Hutt’s promised the man who had now become a crowd favorite that if he won this fight they would grant him his freedom. Vroke could hear the crowd chanting the name they had given him as he prepared for the fight. He knew the Hutts had no plans on letting Vroke walk out of the arena alive, but he didn’t care. He would face whatever challenge they threw at him, or die trying. Vroke stepped into the arena a slave, but he was ready to leave a free man. He knew his opponent well, a particularly cruel trandoshan enforcer of the Hutt’s named Gren. Vroke cracked his knuckles attempting to clear his mind. He slowly closed his blue eyes and took a deep breath as he readied himself for combat. His eyes opened, and into the arena he charged the roar of the crowd overwhelming him all of them cheering for Vroke the Unbreakable.
He launched his body at the trandoshan hoping to tackle his foe for a quick victory when he heard three blaster shots go off. The first one missing him entirely, the second hitting his right shoulder, and the third penetrating his stomach. Gren easily sidestepped Vroke’s charge holstering the blaster. Vroke clumsily stumbled forward barely catching himself in time to avoid falling down completely. Though badly injured Vroke got back into a fighting position as the trandoshan withdrew a vibroblade. Vroke prepared to play the defensive letting his foe charge at him, preparing to dodge his attack as his foe made its final charge. Vroke quickly dodged to the left swinging the back of his hand into his foe’s head sending the trandoshan to the ground. Vroke quickly made his way over to his opponent kicking Gren hard in the abdomen and taking the vibroblade from Gren’s hands disarming his foe.
“Vroke is free…” the mountain of a man said as he slammed the vibroblade through the trandoshan’s shoulder and into the ground beneath him. Vroke took a deep breath of fresh air for the first time in his entire life he felt freedom was in his grasp, but he should have known the Hutt’s would not let him go without some sort of price.
After the fight he was taken before the Hutts to receive proof he was a free man, and as he was leaving he overhead the cry of a small child. His head turned and he set his eyes on a boy who could not have been older than four being taken from his father. Vroke learned that the father had bet everything against Vroke and lost. Vroke let out a heavy sigh and turned back to his former master, “I forfeit… Gren wins the duel. Let the boy go…” The Hutt laughed with joy eager to put their prized fighter back into the arena.
The cartel thought they had finally broken the man, but Vroke spent four long years fighting. With every victory he spared his opponent, and further lived up to his name, Vroke the Unbreakable. He would not be tamed, and as luck would have it he would not have to endure the fighting much longer. For his salvation finally came in the form of an unknown benefactor who left him enough credits to live on for a month, and a promise for a shuttle ride to wherever he wanted to go. Vroke didn’t know much about the world around him, but he knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Special Posessions
Vroke currently has nothing but the clothes on his back.
Ship
None
Kills
None
Bounties Collected
None
Roleplays
None