Isshiroh Rorraykk

[TheWonderousBat]

Isshiroh Rorraykk

AGE
► 53
SPECIES
► Wookiee
HEIGHT
► 7"8 (2.3m)
WEIGHT
► 478lbs
EYE COLOR
► Brown
FUR COLOR
► Black
HOMEWORLD
► Kashyyyk
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Exile
RANK
► Apprentice (Marauder)
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes

ROOTS

Vicious.
Feral.
Madclaw.

These are the words my kin call me. Every syllable drips with fear, with horror spat through clenched teeth. They feared me, my Powers, my strength. They came with club and chain, speaking of judgement by the Elders, so I bled them. Cast down to the Shadows below, my claws slick with the blood of my clan. I cared not for their judgement, in the Shadows I was truly free to hunt, to kill, to feed the hole within my soul.

Days turn to weeks, which turn to months, which turn to years. Each day I stalked the twisted roots, my Power growing unchecked and uncontrolled. Soon enough, the stench of those who plague my race came from above, slowly wafting down as they came to the Shadows, to my land. Betrayed once again by those who call themselves clan, they came in the night to tie me in chains and take me from my home. I fight, but I realise there are too many as the blackness takes me.

SLAVE

I awake to strange smells, to pain and suffering. It fills me more than any meal has, satisfying more than any hunt could. Chains, sand and blood. Those who took me goad me with whip and club, making me fight in their sand. They are fools to think their pain causes me to fight, I do it for the sport. To feed.

Years pass again. I was fought their strongest, yet now I fight nothing but scraps. Like me, they are cast out from their tribe for crimes. Like me, they are sentenced, yet they are weak. I break them, day after day I break them. I feel the pain of their weapons, yet it does not stop me. I lose my eye, yet it does not stop me. I would have fought and fed until the breath left me, until I returned to Shadows.

MASTER

In the night they come again, the sounds of battle echoing around my sand. They slaughter those who take us, their weapons bright and hot. Chains are broken, their weapons blink and the light dies. They speak to me without words, their minds smell my Power. They try to calm me, the current within slowing as they show me things. More like me, more with the 'Force', together and fighting. Such a group would be unstoppable, their Force giving them power the greatest of my Clans hunters could only dream of. I go where told, sit where told as they take me away. Even on these great hunters, the smell of fear lingers as they watch me.

They take me through the stars to their army. The smell is strange to me, a mix of fear and peace. Their lands are strange to me, cold and without soul. They call themselves my 'Master' once more, teach me the ways of their Force. They show me how to control, but I feel their fear still. They speak in hushed tones when they think I am asleep, of more who use this 'Force.' I hear them speak of their Hunt, they're split from these 'Jedai', who shy away from the power they hold. They speak of setting me upon them, as a beast to be unchained, nothing more than brutish ferocity. I reach out with their 'Force', our minds join. They sense my curiosity, my hunger. I sense their feeling of betrayal, of their anger. They are like me, betrayed by ones they called Kin.

Outcast.
Exiled.

Now I hunt for the new Masters.

GEAR

- Lightsaber - Red crystal
- Ryyk Blade

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[Raydo]

Hey there,

My only concern is that you assume the Jedi would take in basically a feral wookie and train it in the Force and just hope everything is going to work out in the end. If he was trained by the Jedi, he would have had to of bought into the Jedi teachings to continue his training. It takes more than sensitivity to Force to be accepted as a Jedi and trained. As written, it may make more sense to have him be freed by a Jedi Exile who may be much more inclined to train him.

 

[TheWonderousBat]

I was thinking that as I was writing it out. I'll rewrite the last part to make it Exile as opposed to Jedi.

 

[Raydo]

[APPROVED]