Character Zolxor Dovikk

[Nerd.Wizard]

(WIP)

Name: Zolxor Dovikk



Homeworld: Bimmisaari



Faction: Currently none.



Rank: N/A



Species: Bimm (Near-human variant)



Age: 60



Sex: Male



Languages: Fluent: Basic, Bimmini,
Conversational:
Comprehend only: Binary, Dosh, Shyriiwook



Height: 4'7



Weight: 251 lbs.



Build: Muscular and rotund, this comical-looking Bimm is vastly more dangerous than his bulk makes him out to be.



Eye color: Purple



Hair color: Red flecked through with white on the sides of the head, while he sports an exposed bald spot on the top - he doesn't care what you think of it, either. The Bimm usually has a naval-length beard that can be intricately styled, usually depending on the season; in rare cases, he will go clean-shaven.



Skin color: Metallic gray.



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Force Sensitivity: No



Occupation: Criminal of virtually any illicit act you can think of.



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Unintimidating Presence: Most others tend to underestimate both variants of Bimms, especially the stockier ones. In this particular case, this often works to Zolxor's advantage...



"Stitched" Skin:



Elite Mercenary:



Well-Versed Pilot:



Armored Bastion:



Wealthy: It's all stolen and siphoned from non-bounty murder victims and claimed from killing legitimate bounty targets as well, with the resulting wealth spread over dozens of false accounts, but everything tends to add up over time.



Ruthless Killer: Ever since murdering his wife and brother in a vicious crime of passion, Zolxor has lost whatever conscience he may have had, and feels no qualms about killing to this very day.



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Trail of the Dead: The violence, destruction and dozens upon dozens of murder victims, be they wanted men or poor fools who angered this living, stubborn, aggressive tank have led to a fearsome reputation among those who know of him, and not all reputations can be shaken, for better or for worse...



Explosive Rage: Years of dealing with a drunken, dying Father, abrasive tribesmen both before and during his droid manufacturing years left this Bimm alienated, largely self-reliant and quick-tempered, but this anger became hair-trigger when his wife and brother alike callously mocked him when he caught them in a torrid affair, and his anger has nursed him effectively ever since.



Remorseless Greed:



Womanizer:



Appearance: The pale and oddly gray-pallored Bimm carries himself with a distinct and confident swagger that, in the eyes of others, either sets him at odds with the rest of Bimm society or else ensures that others laugh at him, and those who make the latter choice rarely live to regret it. A distinct and ever-present anger smolders in his exotic purple eyes, and the smile that tugs at the corner of one lip speaks of something other then joviality, his red sideburns frazzled and peppered with white like the balding hair on his head. This graying humanoid seems more muscular then most, his limbs speaking of many years of manual labor. Worn, broken and dulled metal battle armor of unknown origin shines faintly beneath a worn, black travel cloak over his torso, while cured dark green leather composed of Vor skin (though most wouldn't be able to guess that) adorns his thick, muscular arms and legs. A subtle shift along one side of his torso reveals, upon closer inspection, the black metal of two attached, crab-like droid arms affixed to the back of his armor beneath his cloak, doubtless implements to aid him in close-quarters combat if necessary, as does the bronze hilt of the black-bladed, archaic metal greatsword sheathed across his thick back indicates...



Biography: Rage has the potential to overwhelm and redirect any sentient in the galaxy towards shameless evil if those affected by it lack moral integrity. Most see the warning signs and seek aid or the presence of loved ones to heal themselves.

Unfortunately, not everyone has access to that necessary helping hand and loving heart. Nightmarishly, there are also those who revel in the temporary and repetitious boons that anger can bring to a passionate heart...

Zolxor and his twin Vroj of the Clan of Dovikk were born into a prosperous clan composed mostly of Bimm blacksmiths based on Ban-Satir II on the Isle of N'Van. Oveln's mother died eight months after his birth, leaving the child and his twin brother to be raised by a harsh and domineering Father after their wet nurse left the family upon the twins' toddler years. While they were growing up, their harsh droidcrafter Father neglected the twins in favor of drink and the false hopes offered by it and the company of drunkards alone. For Zolxor, his tribal upbringing wasn't much better than his early years, as, for one, his twin brother was the vastly more popular of the two and, for another, his interest in the job that his Father hated, that of droidcrafting, brought mockery and derision to him from his blacksmithing Uncle, to say nothing of his brewing, mining and agricultural peers in spite of his dedication and drive to excel in such a field. Zolxor's father, as well, despised his son's inclinations and technological interests, ignoring him at best or, on a few occasions, verbally and physically assaulting him for those interests.

It wasn't long after, in their adolescent years, that the hated and despised of the twins found love, much to the shock of his more successful brother, a brewmaster of Ban-Satir II's famous Novanian alcohol/grog (and nearly as much a drunkard as his Father had been). Their Father, who had died after drunkenly falling into a duracrete mixer a year before (neither twin had missed him), left his sons with enough to comfortably live off of, and so, for years, the two twins worked in two hovels in the same section of their city, Zolxor marrying his wife, one Belia of the Veljcahl Clan, an older woman and the widow of one Jeadiku, a prosperous culinary spice farmer. Vroj slowly began to descend into drunkenness, as had his Father, even as the success of his brewery continued to build, leading to his amassing more and more wealth while Zolxor remained the same, content, fascinated by droidworks, and desire little save to keep the very same roof over him and his wife for the rest of their lives.

At the age of fifty and contented in his adulthood, despite growing resentment between his brewmaster brother and his own successful droid foundry, that Zolxor fell into an abyss that, in a single, rage-filled instant, that unlocked the accursed furnace surrounding his heart. The rain was blasted against the hovel by fierce winds that night, when the Bimm discovered his twin brother, Vroj, in the midst of lust with his brother's wife. With his heart shattering, pounding furiously inside his stocky chest, hewn by working with the mechanics of droids over many years, Zolxor managed to barely hold back his growing rage, fueled and surging as he remembered the many years of love his wife had given him, all ravaged and destroyed in, according to his wife's words, less than an hour beforehand.

"You're going nowhere in this Galaxy, and he is... I finally realized that weeks ago, and now, he has given me more then you ever would, Foundry-Slave."

Those words tugged at his mind, clawed at his machine-scarred, peer-abused chest and the thundering, self-willed heart within... To his wife, it had all come to mean nothing - how could she fall for his twin's pretentiousness, vainglory and boozing ways - years after year, Vroj was growing more into a piteous, grotesque reflection of their Father...

Zolxor's fury had grown hot and finally boiled over and his every thought had turned to silencing them even as they laughed, their heads tilted back with sadism in their eyes. Zolxor's anger burned as he grabbed his wife's throat to shake sense and reason into her as he cursed... He screamed and violently flung about wife's animalistically yowling, tremoring body, the strength of his other hand had grabbed his twin's throat to silence his lying, boastful, proud words...

Oveln's mind burned with anger, his scarred fist driving his wife's head into a duracrete wall while his hand - possessing some obscure strength that he didn't know he was capable of at the time - crushed his twin's larynx easily and with little effort. His fury overwhelmed his rationality, burning hot in heart and mind as he screamed animalistically into the night air.

His rage boiled over further, in an immense howl that poured forth from a heart that had finally shattered. He stormed through the rainy, the wind, the thunder that echoed his broken heart, and the lightning that revealed the unnatural frenzy-lust of murder glowing violently in his eyes, his rage sustaining him for the trek to his own droid foundry. In the midst of his burning passion and fueled by a hatred that had turned out against the entirety of a Clan that had never appreciated nor respected him, against those who had bullied him at every turn, Zolxor Dovikk had the perfect revenge, as well as cover to enable his hellish escape from his old, dead life.

Though there were only several dozen security droids in his foundry, they would serve. The other droids armed themselves with mining, agricultural tools, repair tools - practically any item that they could use. It was a simple matter to input command and override codes into the droids after deleting his Foundry's records. The droids poured forth, firing blasters, swinging tools, axes and metalworking hammers, even hoes, as they set about in a mindless orgy of destruction and death against the unsuspecting, terrified Bimm of the Xeefih Clan while their half-mad creator vanished into the night, leaving his uncaring neighbors to their fate...



Alignment: Chaotic Evil



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Equipment: Bracer computer, black-bladed Bimm-forged greatsword, E-11 blaster rifle, ammo cartridges, spare clothing, A99 aquata breather/rebreather, repulsor/grav boots



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