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Character Whotoomuzz the Hutt, Head of Chantin Kajidic




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WHOTTOOMUZZ CHANTIN


Theme
Full Name
Whottoomuzz Chantin​
Alias(es)
None Known​
Age
587 Standard Years​
Character Class(es)
Crime Lord, Warlord, Strategist​
Homeworld
Nal Hutta​
Rank(s)
Head of the Chantin Kajidic (former)​
Faction(s)
Independent | Former Hutt Cartel | Aspiring Mandalorian​
Species
Hutt
Language(s)
Huttese, Galactic Basic​
Gender
N/A​
Force Sensitive
No​
Force Alignment
None​
Height
3.9 meters (12.8 ft)​
Weight
1,600 kg (3,527 lbs)​
Hair
None​
Eyes
Golden​
Art
AI Generated – "Baroque Warlord Hutt" by ChatGPT​
Color
#3c6e5f #0b0b0b
Former Template
N/A​





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  • GENERAL INFORMATION


    Once a prince of velvet threats and golden bribes, Whottoomuzz Chantin now walks a path of scorched earth and personal rebirth. The former head of the Chantin Kajidic has left behind silk and sabotage to pursue war among the Mandalorians. He seeks to become the first true Hutt warrior in an age of cowardice and compromise.


  • HISTORY


    Whottoomuzz was born to a minor Kajidic and climbed through the murk of Hutt politics with brilliant patience. His empire reached from Nar Shaddaa to the Core, fueled by graft, manipulation, and devastating charm. But the fall of Nal Hutta to Black Sun shattered his faith in the old ways.

    He surrendered his holdings to his spouse Xoff and vanished—returning only to stand among warriors, not criminals. To burn, bleed, and conquer... not for spice, but for truth.


  • APPEARANCE


    An immense mass of jade-green and black, his hide gleams like volcanic glass streaked with wealth. Golden eyes peer from scarred sockets, and his lip is lined with silver rings—each one a mark of triumph. His presence is overwhelming, his stillness more threatening than any roar.


  • PERSONALITY


    Whottoomuzz is a creature of reinvention. From decadent kingpin to philosophical warhound, he believes Hutts must evolve or die. Proud, commanding, and driven by legacy, he will not return to the shadows. His charisma is matched only by his rage.

    STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES


    STRENGTHS
    — Strategic Genius
    — Charismatic Gravitas
    — Ruthless Self-Transformation

    WEAKNESSES
    — Reckless Idealism
    — Isolationist Pride
    — Icon of Rebellion (Targeted by many)


  • Tactical Savant – Treats warzones like negotiation tables. Every shell, a signature.
    Political Beast – Even without a throne, he commands like one is always beneath him.
    Symbol of Change – His mere presence challenges thousands of years of Hutt tradition.

  • Loadout

    Tactical Resources
    • TBD
    • TBD


  • 1. What Lurks Below — Arrives seeking answers, ends with detonation. His last act of defiance against silence.
    2. Trial by Fire — [IN PROGRESS] Begins his Mandalorian crusade; first deployment looms.


  • Name
    Description
    Xoff Chantin Xoff Chantin Spouse and successor; trusted above all
    Jobbi ChantinDaughter, now Jedi. Legacy and wound.
    Deathmark CollectorsElite enforcers formerly under his command

 
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Long before the name Chantin was etched into contracts or whispered in criminal corridors, they were Shell Hutts—a minor clan, physically identical to their kin but spiritually divided by durasteel. the Hutts of Circumtore lived shrouded in smog and radiation, sealing their flesh into durasteel sarcophagi powered by repulsorlifts.

The Chantin ancestors were not nobles then. It began when one among them rose, a singular brute: Shyran of Dol-Tel’borro, called Shyran Dol in later retellings.

Where others reclined, Shyran warred. She modified her repulsor shell not for ease, but for endurance—its interior lined with pain-tuning rods and old Clan weapons, its exterior reworked with battle-welded phrik, scavenged radiation baffles, and ritual etchings in the shape of a tortoise sigil cracking open. Her armor was never removed, only rebuilt. And when the time came to expand beyond Circumtore, it was Shyran who led the first Chantin offworld—tearing a slaving ring from a rival Hutt and converting it into the family’s first independent asset.

Each Shell Growth—the ritual changing of armor—was once a moment of celebration. But for Shyran and her line, it became a rite of conquest. Every new layer meant territory taken. Every adjustment, a memory forged in pain or profit.
Her armor was kept.
Passed down. Reinforced. Weaponized.

Gozgo Chantin, her great-grandson, wielded it when he seized a chemical refinery on Nar Shaddaa from a dying Kajidic. Frammi the Corpulent wore it when he detonated an orbital dockyard to settle a debt with the Exchange. And Whottoomuzz—greatest of them all—poured his wealth into redesigning it back to its roots. A frame for war. For exile. A weapon of legend.
Now it bears not just a shell’s weight, but a family's legacy.
Every scorch mark is sacred.
Every new weld is a vow.

Shyran Dol is no longer a name.
It is the armor of Kajidic Chantin.
And in Whottoomuzz’s shadow, it moves again.
 

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