Yurzhoc Shai
Yammka
Name: Yurzhoc Shai
Faction: Hrosha - Gul
Rank: Subaltern, Warrior Caste
Species: Beautiful butterfly (Yuuzhan Vong)
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 255 lbs
Eyes: The color of your demise (black with dull green specks)
Hair: Nope
Skin: Vongy
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths and Weakness:
+No pain, no gain: In the truest sense of warrior caste tradition, Hoc has been raised and trained to not only ignore pain, but to thrive in it. To do any less is to not honor the gods.
+Highly capable combatant: Due to his membership in the warrior caste, he thrives in melee situations. However, he is trained in all manner of Vong weaponry. Along with this, he is physically capable, though that is as much an artifact of his species as it is a product of training.
+Skilled Pilot: Highly adapted for fighting in a Coral Skipper. While he doesn't enjoy it, he will take death where he can find it.
-Lacks the force: In a universe filled with dirty dirty force users, it's a true weakness to not be able to fling rocks and buildings. Good thing he has an amphistaff. However, this also means that he can't be sensed in the force. That being said, he is still vulnerable to attacks.
-Heat of the Moment: In the heat of battle, he sees red and has trouble distinguishing between friend and foe. Don't worry kiddos, there is plenty of harm to go around.
Appearance:
Hoc is extremely flexible when it comes to his garb but it's all consistent in theme: armor armor and more armor. His standard go to wear is the historical Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, painted in black and glossed to a gun shine. However, given the proper temperament, he can be seen within the Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, a most worrisome set of armor for any victim of his wrath. Typical choice of weaponry is a genetically modified hydrastaff. His usual gear is often infested with Bafforka Bore Worms. Beyond that, his armor and appearance transitions much like typical living things. With a height of 6' 5" and a weight of 255 lbs, Hoc is a stout figure of malice. And even in a modified skipper for his use, it's a tight fit.
Biography:
Hoc's life is one of little consequence. He was born and as soon as he could breath, he was ripped from grasp of angry parents and placed into a warrior based crèche. It was from this point, until the present, where he was baptized in the personification of pain it's remembrance. Throughout his life, he has taken pleasure in the practice of scarrification and self tattooing, painting chevrons and other symbols across the body in remembrance of the Gods. He has been trained in all manner of combat, including hand to hand, and the use of melee and ranged weapons. Though the chitin carbine is so rarely used, it often doesn't even require note. Explosives, ships, demolitions, and biological warefare, were all things that fell within the purview of his training.
As soon as he graduated, he was placed under the unrelenting guidance of a subaltern. Quickly noted for his strength in combat, he was promoted to subaltern within the year. However, he has failed to ascend to higher ranks, as he longs for the taste of alien blood and pain, and would not see himself pulled away from the field. Perhaps, as he ages, he will start to see things differently. But for now, he remains in his prime and youth, forcing others to reap what they sow and regret ever hearing the words Yurzhoc screamed in a battle cry.
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Kills:
None
Bounties:
None
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