Perfectionist
X A S T U O
"Evil is powerless if the good are unafraid."
Name: Xastuo Obeacii
Faction: Unknown
Species: Dathomirian
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 155lbs
Eyes: Purple
Skin: Black, with yellow skin patterns
Force-Sensitive?: Due to his species, yes
Strengths:
- Naturally force-sensitive since being a Dathomirian; enhancing his connection to the dark side of the force.
- Physically strong, male Dathomirians are naturally strong, compared to their female counterpart.
- Strong leader.
- Cunning, his past has led to him having many strategic advantages over many.
Weaknesses:
- Generally known as being cocky.
- Prefers to use actions than words.
- Has a lack of patience.
- Emotional.
- Power hungry, he wants to climb to the top. However this can be seen as a positive also.
Xastuo is at first glance a Zabrak, though he is not. He is a Dathomirian male, who have dark skin then have skin patterns a lot like the Sith tattoo's given to Zabraks. He wears covert black clothing, which he usually doubles up with a long cloak/coat with a hood to cover his face as he usually wishes to be unseen. He has a scar running down the back of his head, with slight darkening around his eyes. His hands have random letters burned into them in Aurebesh. His overall look is slightly frightening.
A dark night on Tatooine, Xastuo's mother gave birth to him out inside of a cave since both of his parents were lost out in the treacherous sands of Tatooine. They had both traveled there for a business venture, though it went horribly wrong. As they were attacked by Tusken Raiders. His mother was killed first, then his father a few seconds later, shielding his son with his own body to attempt to allow him to survive.
The Tusken Raiders believed they had killed the child as no sounds were coming from it's body as it lay in his fathers arms. They moved on leaving the child there, hopeless. Before a figure with burning green eyes, appeared with there hood up shielding there face. The child wouldn't have remembered even if he saw the face, though the figure took no chances whatsoever to reveal it's identity. The figure took the child to a town, before dashing away leaving the child there; though saving his life.
Sixteen years later, the child had grown into a man. Strong, handsome and a well built structure overall. He was extremely sensitive in the force. He worked on the town security team, because of his natural fighting skills which he began to hone to a good ability, he began to make a decent living saving his money over time, before he could afford to buy his own ship. His path was uncertain, but he knew his life had more to it than being a security guard on this planet laced in sand. He set off on a new adventure, a new start.
