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Vlatkat Itu
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Knight equivalent
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: Dark Red
HAIR: None
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Several marks on his back from whipping.
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Confirmed and potent
STRENGTH
The unique build of his species required to withstand enormous amounts of pressure underwater allows him to be much stronger than many humanoids, and this is further accented by his unyielding physical exercises as well as induced augmentation through the force.
DEXTERITY:
Nautolans are naturally flexible and nimble. He is a decent acrobatic and quick fighter, as would be expected of a Sith his rank.
CONSTITUTION:
Good health all around. He routinely submerges himself in pressurized containers of water as a method of meditation as well as a way to keep the sensitive pheromone receptors in his head tentacles healthy.
INTELLIGENCE:
Vlatkat fancies himself something of a warrior-scholar, dedicated fully to becoming a master over his mind and body through an uncanny regimented dedication to studying and training. This is perhaps a remnant of the harsh and highly structured life as a slave worker. Knowledgeable concerning Sith history and traditions and traditions as well as several philosophical art forms. Received advanced education on mathematics and biology.
WISDOM:
Has become as well known as he has become notorious amongst the Sith for his unorthodox principles and philosophies concerning the Dark Side. These include unprecedented notions of responsibility, justice and self control not regularly seen in a Sith. This is based on his belief that the Dark Side is a pathway of expunging all weakness from ones self, and that sadism, bloodlust and greed show weakness in a persons ability to make sense of their emotions. Well versed in several thought forms.
CHARISMA:
Outspoken and charming, he has pretty good skills in political speaking and leadership. His humor can be a welcome presence in the midst of some of the other more apathetic dark siders. This can be counteracted by his often rash behavior and brutal honesty.
PERSONALITY:
He is known for having a kind of brooding contentment about him, though has a relatively positive attitude that runs in stark contrast with his fellow dark brethren. He is said to be a very moral person, known for being caring (though at times showing extremely tough love) to his fellows and underlings. This is not to say, however, that he is a gentle person. Though slow to become perturbed, he is marked by a latent ferocity when provoked. His anger shows only minimal outward expression, being inwardly focused into a pinpointed fury. He is also a rebellious soul, constantly challenging the opinions of those above him as if he were their equal in authority. This does not come from arrogance per say, but rather a belief that the common perception of might makes right in the Sith order is flawed, in that power manifests in ways other than force prowess. The ability to rule effectively and be a strong leader is just as much if am indicator of power to him.
He can become frustrated at times when confronted with his own shortcomings, taking out his anger in training and on the battlefield. He also holds an intense grudge against smugglers from the time he was sold into slavery by them. He bears the scars of his past, and it is perhaps those origins that cause him to be so militant in his pursuit of perfection. They reflect on his ever present need to prove that to himself and to others that he is no longer the weakened slave child he once was, and to free others from having to accept such a fate.
[/COLOR]RANK: Knight equivalent
SPECIES: Nautolan
AGE: 30
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 220
EYES: Dark Red
HAIR: None
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Several marks on his back from whipping.
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Confirmed and potent
STRENGTH
The unique build of his species required to withstand enormous amounts of pressure underwater allows him to be much stronger than many humanoids, and this is further accented by his unyielding physical exercises as well as induced augmentation through the force.
DEXTERITY:
Nautolans are naturally flexible and nimble. He is a decent acrobatic and quick fighter, as would be expected of a Sith his rank.
CONSTITUTION:
Good health all around. He routinely submerges himself in pressurized containers of water as a method of meditation as well as a way to keep the sensitive pheromone receptors in his head tentacles healthy.
INTELLIGENCE:
Vlatkat fancies himself something of a warrior-scholar, dedicated fully to becoming a master over his mind and body through an uncanny regimented dedication to studying and training. This is perhaps a remnant of the harsh and highly structured life as a slave worker. Knowledgeable concerning Sith history and traditions and traditions as well as several philosophical art forms. Received advanced education on mathematics and biology.
WISDOM:
Has become as well known as he has become notorious amongst the Sith for his unorthodox principles and philosophies concerning the Dark Side. These include unprecedented notions of responsibility, justice and self control not regularly seen in a Sith. This is based on his belief that the Dark Side is a pathway of expunging all weakness from ones self, and that sadism, bloodlust and greed show weakness in a persons ability to make sense of their emotions. Well versed in several thought forms.
CHARISMA:
Outspoken and charming, he has pretty good skills in political speaking and leadership. His humor can be a welcome presence in the midst of some of the other more apathetic dark siders. This can be counteracted by his often rash behavior and brutal honesty.
PERSONALITY:
He is known for having a kind of brooding contentment about him, though has a relatively positive attitude that runs in stark contrast with his fellow dark brethren. He is said to be a very moral person, known for being caring (though at times showing extremely tough love) to his fellows and underlings. This is not to say, however, that he is a gentle person. Though slow to become perturbed, he is marked by a latent ferocity when provoked. His anger shows only minimal outward expression, being inwardly focused into a pinpointed fury. He is also a rebellious soul, constantly challenging the opinions of those above him as if he were their equal in authority. This does not come from arrogance per say, but rather a belief that the common perception of might makes right in the Sith order is flawed, in that power manifests in ways other than force prowess. The ability to rule effectively and be a strong leader is just as much if am indicator of power to him.
He can become frustrated at times when confronted with his own shortcomings, taking out his anger in training and on the battlefield. He also holds an intense grudge against smugglers from the time he was sold into slavery by them. He bears the scars of his past, and it is perhaps those origins that cause him to be so militant in his pursuit of perfection. They reflect on his ever present need to prove that to himself and to others that he is no longer the weakened slave child he once was, and to free others from having to accept such a fate.
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[/COLOR]BIOGRAPHY:
Vlatkat Itu was born under the majestic ocean depths of the planet Glee Anselm. Upon his birth, his people discovered that he had developed a strange coloring that was in stark contrast to the blue, green, and orange skins of the rest of his species; a strange and unnatural white. The elders took the child's appearance as a an omen of bad luck upon the clan, but despite their warnings his parents raised as if he were without flaw or difference, teaching him how to navigate the kelp forests and communicate through their complex underwater languages. They loved their child, despite the murmur of whispers haunting the background of his life, and the isolation he felt from the others in his clan. He was gentle, exceedingly so. Vlatkat loved the thrills and beauty of the ocean around him, and though he was scorned, he did not lash out at his adversaries.
As he matured, he began to exhibit odd traits. When he was angered, things around him would seem to move spontaneously, he began hearing thoughts of others, and he seemed somehow able to sense things before they happened. When others saw this, their prejudices escalated, turning to harassment and abuse by those fearing that he was some living harbinger of misfortune. Yet even as they beat him and tortured him daily, he would not hurt them. He was afraid to act like them for fear of losing himself. It would take more then personal pain to bring him to violence. On one fateful day, his mother was out amongst the village with her son when another Nautolan came up to her and began yelling at her about how dangerous an omen like him was. This argument escalated quickly to the point of the man grabbing her wrist, and when she wrenched it from his grasp he struck her across the face. In that moment, Vlatkats emotions overwhelmed him, and the assailant found himself suddenly thrown into the nearest bed of coral by an unseen hand, breaking several bones and becoming knocked unconscious.
This act was seen by his clan as the final straw, the needed confirmation that the boy was to dangerous to live. Close family and friends tried to defend him, but the superstitious fear of his elders drove the clan into an angered frenzy. They wanted to kill him. In desperation, Vlatkat fled his ocean ravines, swimming farther and farther for days. Eventually he would come upon dry land, and half asleep from exhaustion he crawled onto the surface that his father had warned him to stay away from since birth. He survived alone for weeks. Unknown to Vlatkat, he had stumbled upon a secret exchange point for smugglers, with a criminal safe house just beyond the trees where he camped. In a cruel twist of fate, he was found by a group of smugglers, and upon his discovery he was kidnapped, forced into a freighter and carried of to the planet Zygerria, where he was sold into slavery.
The boy was integrated amongst the other slave workers quickly, and put to work into an endless string of tasks, with each more unbearable than the last. He was kept under special watch by the slave empires soldiers, for they new a prime specimen like him would be worth a small fortune when he was grown. They whipped him, beat him, humiliated him, and worked him r the point of near death. They called him by a number unread of his name. There was not a day that went by that he was not in anguish, the gentle little boy tormented day and night. Yet even with all of these burdens, there were worse abuses that occurred, the ones that happened behind closed doors and in darkened hallways. To this day Vlatkat refuses to speak of them. After a year he found some form of refuge in a young human male named Kerikk. They comforted one another, acting as pillars on which their suffering could be supported. Often Kerikk would often speak of rescue, how the Jedi would not stand for such immorality in the universe to exist and would surely come to free them all sometime soon.
But no one came.
For years he toiled, the boys childhood sacrificed to the will of uncaring masters. He tried to be kind. He tried to be loving. He tried to be good. But as the years went on the hopes and dreams of the boy eroded under the evils that he faced. They all realized, one by one, that no one cared enough about them to save them. Even Kerikk slowly began to give up on being rescued. Day and night cycled mercilessly. Vlatkat began to experience a feeling, one he denied inwardly that he had felt. Each and every time he watched the beating of a innocent child, watched men and women be bred like animals before having their families ripped apart, heard the self righteous crack of the whip, the feeling infused itself into the fiber of his being. It gushed from his very soul. On the seventeenth day of his seventh year as a slave, the two were working on laying bricks for a seaside building. At one point Kerikk tripped while carrying a block, causing the block to break and fall into the pool of water. An outraged Hadley began beating him furiously, and all he could was curl into a ball and hope he would survive the encounter. Vlatkat watched. He grew tired in those few seconds. Tired of the burdens they had put upon him and his friend. Tired of running. Tired of weakness. Something happened to him that day. Something just snapped inside his tortured form. He thought for a moment, considering the feeling he felt welling up inside him. He finally understood it for what it was.
The feeling was hatred.
He was done being hurt.
The boy was no longer gentle. The universe had taken that from him. But whatever debt the cosmos had to him for taking his innocence was paid back in full that day. It gave him power. Power to take back his life from those who had murdered his inner peace. The man who had beaten his friend was on the ground now, motionless as dark red liquid flowed outward in a pool. Vlatkat looked around at the massing groups of slavers running at him. He reached down and dug into the dirt, and from it he pulled a large bone from some long dead fish. What happened next was almost to hideous to describe. Flesh tore. Chains were broken. Blood streamed down the boy's body like the thousands of tears he had refused to cry since the day he was born. The rage deep inside him, caged and compressed for a lifetime, was finally released upon the world to invoke its dark vengeance across the helpless surface. It was beautiful, in a horrid and nightmarish way. By the time the day was over, the blood bathed child had killed over 400 men with the bone of a fish.
He led them, the broken, the weak, a one man army empowered by the force in a revolt of unforgiving power. Through his strength, thousands were released, and they fled across the stars with him in stolen starships. Stories of his rampage spread amongst the galaxy. His particular skill set caught the eye of the growing insurgence against the Jedi, particularly that of a prominent Sith Lord named Darth Rend. He found Vlatkat hiding in the farthest corners of the galaxy, trained him in the ways of the dark side. He advanced exceptionally fast, powered by a righteous indignation that fueled his strength. His master was harsh, but productively so. Vlatkat understood this. He wanted his master to push him, to punish him when he failed. He wanted to be strong, and he would get what he desired. During his time as a Sith Lord his master was not well liked amongst the other Sith for his incessant questioning of authority, and Vlatkat learned these questionable traits from him.
He became something of a seeker of justice amongst the Sith, fully embracing the force with a passion seen only by galactic conquerers and mad men. There were remnants in him of the meek and gentle boy he once was, and he would always strive to do what was right. But he now understood. The safety of the galaxy had to be won. Order had to be fought for without mercy, and purity be guarded by an iron fist. The innocent needed a champion to defend them. The Force had been kind when it had molded him through heartache and agony. It had given him the chance to be the champion that they needed, and those who might step in the way of his quest would have to pray that they died quickly.
[/COLOR]As he matured, he began to exhibit odd traits. When he was angered, things around him would seem to move spontaneously, he began hearing thoughts of others, and he seemed somehow able to sense things before they happened. When others saw this, their prejudices escalated, turning to harassment and abuse by those fearing that he was some living harbinger of misfortune. Yet even as they beat him and tortured him daily, he would not hurt them. He was afraid to act like them for fear of losing himself. It would take more then personal pain to bring him to violence. On one fateful day, his mother was out amongst the village with her son when another Nautolan came up to her and began yelling at her about how dangerous an omen like him was. This argument escalated quickly to the point of the man grabbing her wrist, and when she wrenched it from his grasp he struck her across the face. In that moment, Vlatkats emotions overwhelmed him, and the assailant found himself suddenly thrown into the nearest bed of coral by an unseen hand, breaking several bones and becoming knocked unconscious.
This act was seen by his clan as the final straw, the needed confirmation that the boy was to dangerous to live. Close family and friends tried to defend him, but the superstitious fear of his elders drove the clan into an angered frenzy. They wanted to kill him. In desperation, Vlatkat fled his ocean ravines, swimming farther and farther for days. Eventually he would come upon dry land, and half asleep from exhaustion he crawled onto the surface that his father had warned him to stay away from since birth. He survived alone for weeks. Unknown to Vlatkat, he had stumbled upon a secret exchange point for smugglers, with a criminal safe house just beyond the trees where he camped. In a cruel twist of fate, he was found by a group of smugglers, and upon his discovery he was kidnapped, forced into a freighter and carried of to the planet Zygerria, where he was sold into slavery.
The boy was integrated amongst the other slave workers quickly, and put to work into an endless string of tasks, with each more unbearable than the last. He was kept under special watch by the slave empires soldiers, for they new a prime specimen like him would be worth a small fortune when he was grown. They whipped him, beat him, humiliated him, and worked him r the point of near death. They called him by a number unread of his name. There was not a day that went by that he was not in anguish, the gentle little boy tormented day and night. Yet even with all of these burdens, there were worse abuses that occurred, the ones that happened behind closed doors and in darkened hallways. To this day Vlatkat refuses to speak of them. After a year he found some form of refuge in a young human male named Kerikk. They comforted one another, acting as pillars on which their suffering could be supported. Often Kerikk would often speak of rescue, how the Jedi would not stand for such immorality in the universe to exist and would surely come to free them all sometime soon.
But no one came.
For years he toiled, the boys childhood sacrificed to the will of uncaring masters. He tried to be kind. He tried to be loving. He tried to be good. But as the years went on the hopes and dreams of the boy eroded under the evils that he faced. They all realized, one by one, that no one cared enough about them to save them. Even Kerikk slowly began to give up on being rescued. Day and night cycled mercilessly. Vlatkat began to experience a feeling, one he denied inwardly that he had felt. Each and every time he watched the beating of a innocent child, watched men and women be bred like animals before having their families ripped apart, heard the self righteous crack of the whip, the feeling infused itself into the fiber of his being. It gushed from his very soul. On the seventeenth day of his seventh year as a slave, the two were working on laying bricks for a seaside building. At one point Kerikk tripped while carrying a block, causing the block to break and fall into the pool of water. An outraged Hadley began beating him furiously, and all he could was curl into a ball and hope he would survive the encounter. Vlatkat watched. He grew tired in those few seconds. Tired of the burdens they had put upon him and his friend. Tired of running. Tired of weakness. Something happened to him that day. Something just snapped inside his tortured form. He thought for a moment, considering the feeling he felt welling up inside him. He finally understood it for what it was.
The feeling was hatred.
He was done being hurt.
The boy was no longer gentle. The universe had taken that from him. But whatever debt the cosmos had to him for taking his innocence was paid back in full that day. It gave him power. Power to take back his life from those who had murdered his inner peace. The man who had beaten his friend was on the ground now, motionless as dark red liquid flowed outward in a pool. Vlatkat looked around at the massing groups of slavers running at him. He reached down and dug into the dirt, and from it he pulled a large bone from some long dead fish. What happened next was almost to hideous to describe. Flesh tore. Chains were broken. Blood streamed down the boy's body like the thousands of tears he had refused to cry since the day he was born. The rage deep inside him, caged and compressed for a lifetime, was finally released upon the world to invoke its dark vengeance across the helpless surface. It was beautiful, in a horrid and nightmarish way. By the time the day was over, the blood bathed child had killed over 400 men with the bone of a fish.
He led them, the broken, the weak, a one man army empowered by the force in a revolt of unforgiving power. Through his strength, thousands were released, and they fled across the stars with him in stolen starships. Stories of his rampage spread amongst the galaxy. His particular skill set caught the eye of the growing insurgence against the Jedi, particularly that of a prominent Sith Lord named Darth Rend. He found Vlatkat hiding in the farthest corners of the galaxy, trained him in the ways of the dark side. He advanced exceptionally fast, powered by a righteous indignation that fueled his strength. His master was harsh, but productively so. Vlatkat understood this. He wanted his master to push him, to punish him when he failed. He wanted to be strong, and he would get what he desired. During his time as a Sith Lord his master was not well liked amongst the other Sith for his incessant questioning of authority, and Vlatkat learned these questionable traits from him.
He became something of a seeker of justice amongst the Sith, fully embracing the force with a passion seen only by galactic conquerers and mad men. There were remnants in him of the meek and gentle boy he once was, and he would always strive to do what was right. But he now understood. The safety of the galaxy had to be won. Order had to be fought for without mercy, and purity be guarded by an iron fist. The innocent needed a champion to defend them. The Force had been kind when it had molded him through heartache and agony. It had given him the chance to be the champion that they needed, and those who might step in the way of his quest would have to pray that they died quickly.
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[/COLOR]FORCE POWERS:
Vlatkat does not usually resort to using the force as a first resort, preferring to appear incompetent in that field until he finds an opportunity to surprise his opponents. He uses the force to augment his own strength, allowing him to overpower people who seem obviously stronger than him. Most of his powers are used in symbiosis with his fighting prowess, blending the two together to compliment each other. Has been natural at learning the art of energy displacement and absorption, while also showing strength in energy projection through force lightning. Telekinesis is a great asset as well. he has utilized a unique technique he calls Kinetic-Blitzing, which involves one building up telekinetic energy around ones body and using it to create a powerful strike that sends an opponent flying. His telepathic abilities reflect a deep mental strength, allowing him to attack and defend at a formidable rate. Despite this, Vlatkat is not the greatest illusionist from an objective point of view. While he understands the usefulness of them and does try to better his illusionary abilities, he quite simply does not possess much skill in this area. This usually leads him to forgo their usage all together for other methods of attack.
His most notable ability derives from some kind of dormant power residing within him. This power manifests itself when he is under intense emotional stress, and is not able to be activated by choice. He will enter a kind of trance and become surrounded by black energies. He has discovered that during this time his Midi-Chlorian count spontaneously increases to immense levels, augmenting his powers. This does not appear to be something directly related to his skills and more resembles an inborn defense mechanism of unknown origins. Further study is needed on this ability.
SKILLS:
His most notable ability derives from some kind of dormant power residing within him. This power manifests itself when he is under intense emotional stress, and is not able to be activated by choice. He will enter a kind of trance and become surrounded by black energies. He has discovered that during this time his Midi-Chlorian count spontaneously increases to immense levels, augmenting his powers. This does not appear to be something directly related to his skills and more resembles an inborn defense mechanism of unknown origins. Further study is needed on this ability.
SKILLS:
Martial Arts: As a slave Vlatkat saw first hand the advantages an armed person had against the average unarmed person. As a Sith he decided he would eliminate this advantage all together. He has developed strong hand to hand fighting prowess, learning martial arts such as Jerswandi and Echani, as well as an obscure martial art known as Kagato, which was pioneered by a group of Nautolan monks who had built their monasteries both on land and under water. Kagato takes some inspiration from the deep flowing motions of swimming, emphasizing series's of sweeping interconnected motions designed to happen in rapid succession. The goal of Kagato is to never be hit, while simultaneously using the weight and offensive maneuvers of a person to take them down. Despite the beauty of many of its motions, it is actually a very brutal art that can be quite lethal, as it was originally created in an age where the monks were in need of constant defense in a series of small wars with surface species and foreign bodies, and has a large focus on disabling armed opponents as a result.
Military Strategy: His master was a respected general in the Sith armies, and he expected his protégé to follow suit, training him in the mechanics of battle and sending him on military excursions to command troops as much of his training. Thus, he has Strategic intuition in many situations.
Technology: A modest tinkerer and engineer. He makes his own equipment and can repair ships and other machinery if need be.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Is an advanced user of Makashi, Shien and Soresu, though he leans towards form II. He uses his superior strength to overcome the lack of power usually found in form II while using Shien as a way to compensate blast deflection and fighting multiple opponents.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Strengths: An undying dedication to bettering himself and an unwavering loyalty to his principles, he is sure to be one to push through against all odds. His innate stubbornness to overcome has manifested itself in a form of mental resistance that keeps him protected from telepathy and illusions. Capable combatant in practically any situation. His Nautolan physiology also grants him several natural advantages. These include vision in the dark, the ability to breath underwater, immunity to several toxins, increased strength, etc.
Weaknesses: Vlatkat tends to push himself to the point of overestimating his own abilities, taking on tasks and strategies that seem needlessly difficult or downright insane just to prove it is possible for them to be successful in his hands. For a Sith, morals tend to get in the way for him more than they should.
GEAR:
Lightsaber: A standard saber with a durasteel finish and red blade. The handle curvedis inlaid with bone, pieces of the very item he used to slaughter his captors.
Explosives: Vlatkat caries both light and heavy ordinance explosives for clearing debris, forcing open doors, providing distractions and for offensive use.
Image-Caster: Stores valuable information, battle plans, and several lectures on meditation.
Knife: a medium sized blade hidden in his cloak for an extra defense just in case.
Amulet: made from the remaining pieces of the bone.
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Military Strategy: His master was a respected general in the Sith armies, and he expected his protégé to follow suit, training him in the mechanics of battle and sending him on military excursions to command troops as much of his training. Thus, he has Strategic intuition in many situations.
Technology: A modest tinkerer and engineer. He makes his own equipment and can repair ships and other machinery if need be.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Is an advanced user of Makashi, Shien and Soresu, though he leans towards form II. He uses his superior strength to overcome the lack of power usually found in form II while using Shien as a way to compensate blast deflection and fighting multiple opponents.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Strengths: An undying dedication to bettering himself and an unwavering loyalty to his principles, he is sure to be one to push through against all odds. His innate stubbornness to overcome has manifested itself in a form of mental resistance that keeps him protected from telepathy and illusions. Capable combatant in practically any situation. His Nautolan physiology also grants him several natural advantages. These include vision in the dark, the ability to breath underwater, immunity to several toxins, increased strength, etc.
Weaknesses: Vlatkat tends to push himself to the point of overestimating his own abilities, taking on tasks and strategies that seem needlessly difficult or downright insane just to prove it is possible for them to be successful in his hands. For a Sith, morals tend to get in the way for him more than they should.
GEAR:
Lightsaber: A standard saber with a durasteel finish and red blade. The handle curvedis inlaid with bone, pieces of the very item he used to slaughter his captors.
Explosives: Vlatkat caries both light and heavy ordinance explosives for clearing debris, forcing open doors, providing distractions and for offensive use.
Image-Caster: Stores valuable information, battle plans, and several lectures on meditation.
Knife: a medium sized blade hidden in his cloak for an extra defense just in case.
Amulet: made from the remaining pieces of the bone.
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