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Zaldros Sabolte
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Name: Zaldros Sabolite
Species: Echani
Homeworld: Eshan
Faction: Agents of Chaos
Rank: Mercenary
Education: Martial
Past: Eshan Marine; Officer
Occupation: Mercenary
Age: 25
Height: 5'11 (180 cm)
Weight: 210 Ibs (95 kg)
Build: Athletic
Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Silver
Skin: Light Tan
Force Sensitivity: No
Equipment: The Lumiere - His first and only fighter which have served him faithfully for many years.Kara -
Biography
Born to unknown, unwanted parents, Sabolte grew up almost raising himself. His family, however, moved to Tatooine when Sabolte was young, only a year old. With this, he found himself spending hours of his time working, to only keep barely any of his wages well none if he didn’t steal some. Yet the boy moved forward, somewhat content with life regardless of how bad it may have been, he found himself able to cope with the emotional stress placed on him growing up. His life was thrown in the loop though when he was sent back to his homeworld to be drafted into the military. That time of his spent fighting forced him into a broken frenzy, his trauma was an inescapable, twisted maze of pain but yet he still seemed content.
Shortly after leaving the military, Sabolte found himself studying Martial Arts. It was something strange that led him to go down that route, he could only believe it spawned from on that craving of thrill and action that he got when he was an officer. Upon leaving he was met with dust and a broken man that had nothing left to lose, his family a distant memory fading to dust and the hatred towards his former home pushed him to find a place that would house such a being. With this he found suitable work as mercenary-for-hire, along with this case the chance to explore a place he never could venture too before. That hunger he so garnered was fed, he knew what he was, a monster, a beast out for blood. -
Appearance
Sabolte, quite simplistic in appearance. His skin once paling white turned into a close to tan color due to long, winding hours of his time outside. Blood-shot blue eyes full of sorrow and pain dark as blackening sky will haunt whoever dares to look towards them. His hair is a scruffy, short, frosty white mess of a mane, then again he has other things to be attending to than cosmetology. Pointy ears are there too if it weren't for his frame you could call him an elf and get away with it. Speaking of his frame he has quite the sturdy build, he stands almost six feet with an average weight.
Personality
Sabolte comes off as quite the conflicting man. As a person who served in the military for over four years he deals with trauma which comes out in forms of fiery, harsh insults and barks towards others. Yet hardly would a person even know the anger he holds, as he seems as a blank slate around others with a calm and content face. -
Strengths and Weaknesses
+Bulky: With a large build and muscular frame, it’s hard to win against him in melee combat.
+Skilled: Hard to discern, being both skilled in combat and various other things less fatal. He can easily spend his days in a fine light or in battle.
+Steady Hands: After house of hard handwork and having to get slick, tidy kills he’s found himself able to keep a straight hand when it involves such.
+Seemingly Quaint: With the ability to keep a straight face this also allows him to keep a calm attitude, this has allowed him a sort of ease in his life.
+Manipulative: A sly tongue has never done anybody wrong, nor has it done to him. It’s helped him to find targets easily without much effort
-Aggressive: Regardless of his black and white outside he bottles up horrible amounts of rage. Within a slip of tongue he would have no problem harming someone.
-Slow: With all the bulk and muscle he holds there comes the problem of being slowed down, in certain situations he easily finds himself haltered by his weight.
-Stubborn: As a young boy practically raising himself, a few times has the man slipped up and allowed himself to become unreceptive to others in an annoying way which has led him to some bad situations.
-Merciless: Taught to kill at a young age he has hardly found the time to give his foes grace which has caused severe guilt later on.
-Hateful: Everything he’s gone through has led him to become a hateful creature upset at many places, things, and people -
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