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Name - Turok "The Butcher" Hett
Gender - Male
Species - Tusken
Age - 38
Faction - None (Former Sith)
Rank - None ( Former Marauder)
Force Sensitive - Yes and Trained
Appearance
Standing 6' 3" and weighing 235lbs, Turok is statuesque and demands respect with the way he carries himself. With grey eyes ever scanning and scar seemingly uncountable He as seen many things and experienced many combat. The scars that can be found all over his body are mostly healed but there are two that standout from the rest; the first being a scar down the left side of his face from his hair line to his lower jaw, the second being a horizontal cut from the corner of his right eye going around to the back of his head. Aside from the scar Turok also has both of his arms are covered, from his upper shoulders to his knuckles, in various sith markings and other odd symbols.
Attributes
Though He only has average strength for his age and size; he has a high amount of dexterity and a stout constitution but he can substitute his constitution to increase his dexterity. When he enters this state he attacks more savagely and his strength is increased to slightly above average but he often becomes reckless, leaving himself open. His intelligence is not the greatest, always training to be combatant rather than studying the force. Though never truly studying the force, he is able to enter into his iconic beserker fury. When not on missions he his often pessimistic and sarcastic with dome charm mixed in.
Biography
Given to the Sith in the day of his birth as an offering of goodwill never sat well with Turok. He hated that he was only an object to him and the act of them giving him away fueled him even further into the Sith ranks. He was an excellent choice to become a marauder but in order to become one of them he had to prove his worth to them by fighting a gauntlet of them with the only condition was to merely survive. He passed that test to both the shock and awe of his trainers and other maruaders. When he began training amongst them, he shocked nearly everyone he trained by with his ferocious onslaught and savageryof attacks. Some would say he fought like a man possessed devoid of anything resembling humanity and they weren't wrong; something did inside him after he slaughtered his family a certain emptiness creeped into his soul. He quickly casted this feeling aside as it was sign of weakness to him and he would not stand for it.
As a Marauder he took up the tradition of dual wielding lightsabers and became quite the combatant. Along with Saber training he learned to control his fury and allow it to build over time to increase effectiveness. All that translated into an absolute monster out in the galaxy though he never showed his face to his enemies they learned to fear "The Butcher." Mission after mission, battle after battle, foe after foe Turok grew more and into a savage beast on the field with an ever growing body count that well passed a hundred bodies but on one day all that changed. It was a day like any other he was being deployed, along with 2 other marauders and several squads of imperial troops, to wipe out a small Jedi outpost somewhere in the galaxy. It wasn't much of challenge to get inside the compound and jedi in particular weren't very high ranking mostly initiates and some padawans. As Turok was stalking around the compound he found a group younglings along with two very older Jedi. They stood defiant against the inevitable which sturred something inside Turok; the elders shared some similarities to his parents and that feeling of emptiness creeped back up and what finally broke the ice was when the old stepped for and asked to look his killer in the eyes. "As you wish." Turok said through his mask and when he revealed his face the old man said "You look just like my son who ran off many years ago." "I'll cover your escape." Turok said suddenly quickly doning the mask again and turning back down the corridor heading back to the main hall where the rest of the Sith were. His attack on the marauders was quick and deadly since he had the element of suprise and troops were delt with quickly. The two Jedi and the younglings never saw him again.
He watched the Jedi leave the outpost knowing he would never see them again. He knew the Sith would get word of this somehow and they would be after him but that never bothered him. He quickly got off planet and tried to get lost in the stars; he didn't know what the old man did but whatever it was it made something change inside him. A shift in priorities in a way, he still felt his rage boil inside him sometimes and sometimes it it would boil over when he came into conflicts he would have from time to time. With no real experience daily life in the galaxy eveything seemed oddly blissful and almost eerily calm considering what raged on other planets light years away. He kept his mask and both his sabers for many reasons some more straightforwardn than others but they were the only possessions he had other than his amor, which he removed all Sith iconography from, but theywere his and his alone.
Skills
Excellent Saber Combatant
Fluent in Form IV, Form V, and Form VI
Beserker Rage - Increased Strangth and Dexterity but becoming more reckless and prone to being incapacitated.
Only knows Galatic Basic
Is capable of flying some ships and is not skilled in naval combat.
Gear
2 - Lightsabers with red blades
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1 - Set of Sith Marauder armour
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(The Armor has 2 hit points on the torso and 1 on the arms/legs)
Name - Turok "The Butcher" Hett
Gender - Male
Species - Tusken
Age - 38
Faction - None (Former Sith)
Rank - None ( Former Marauder)
Force Sensitive - Yes and Trained
Appearance
Standing 6' 3" and weighing 235lbs, Turok is statuesque and demands respect with the way he carries himself. With grey eyes ever scanning and scar seemingly uncountable He as seen many things and experienced many combat. The scars that can be found all over his body are mostly healed but there are two that standout from the rest; the first being a scar down the left side of his face from his hair line to his lower jaw, the second being a horizontal cut from the corner of his right eye going around to the back of his head. Aside from the scar Turok also has both of his arms are covered, from his upper shoulders to his knuckles, in various sith markings and other odd symbols.
Attributes
Though He only has average strength for his age and size; he has a high amount of dexterity and a stout constitution but he can substitute his constitution to increase his dexterity. When he enters this state he attacks more savagely and his strength is increased to slightly above average but he often becomes reckless, leaving himself open. His intelligence is not the greatest, always training to be combatant rather than studying the force. Though never truly studying the force, he is able to enter into his iconic beserker fury. When not on missions he his often pessimistic and sarcastic with dome charm mixed in.
Biography
Given to the Sith in the day of his birth as an offering of goodwill never sat well with Turok. He hated that he was only an object to him and the act of them giving him away fueled him even further into the Sith ranks. He was an excellent choice to become a marauder but in order to become one of them he had to prove his worth to them by fighting a gauntlet of them with the only condition was to merely survive. He passed that test to both the shock and awe of his trainers and other maruaders. When he began training amongst them, he shocked nearly everyone he trained by with his ferocious onslaught and savageryof attacks. Some would say he fought like a man possessed devoid of anything resembling humanity and they weren't wrong; something did inside him after he slaughtered his family a certain emptiness creeped into his soul. He quickly casted this feeling aside as it was sign of weakness to him and he would not stand for it.
As a Marauder he took up the tradition of dual wielding lightsabers and became quite the combatant. Along with Saber training he learned to control his fury and allow it to build over time to increase effectiveness. All that translated into an absolute monster out in the galaxy though he never showed his face to his enemies they learned to fear "The Butcher." Mission after mission, battle after battle, foe after foe Turok grew more and into a savage beast on the field with an ever growing body count that well passed a hundred bodies but on one day all that changed. It was a day like any other he was being deployed, along with 2 other marauders and several squads of imperial troops, to wipe out a small Jedi outpost somewhere in the galaxy. It wasn't much of challenge to get inside the compound and jedi in particular weren't very high ranking mostly initiates and some padawans. As Turok was stalking around the compound he found a group younglings along with two very older Jedi. They stood defiant against the inevitable which sturred something inside Turok; the elders shared some similarities to his parents and that feeling of emptiness creeped back up and what finally broke the ice was when the old stepped for and asked to look his killer in the eyes. "As you wish." Turok said through his mask and when he revealed his face the old man said "You look just like my son who ran off many years ago." "I'll cover your escape." Turok said suddenly quickly doning the mask again and turning back down the corridor heading back to the main hall where the rest of the Sith were. His attack on the marauders was quick and deadly since he had the element of suprise and troops were delt with quickly. The two Jedi and the younglings never saw him again.
He watched the Jedi leave the outpost knowing he would never see them again. He knew the Sith would get word of this somehow and they would be after him but that never bothered him. He quickly got off planet and tried to get lost in the stars; he didn't know what the old man did but whatever it was it made something change inside him. A shift in priorities in a way, he still felt his rage boil inside him sometimes and sometimes it it would boil over when he came into conflicts he would have from time to time. With no real experience daily life in the galaxy eveything seemed oddly blissful and almost eerily calm considering what raged on other planets light years away. He kept his mask and both his sabers for many reasons some more straightforwardn than others but they were the only possessions he had other than his amor, which he removed all Sith iconography from, but theywere his and his alone.
Skills
Excellent Saber Combatant
Fluent in Form IV, Form V, and Form VI
Beserker Rage - Increased Strangth and Dexterity but becoming more reckless and prone to being incapacitated.
Only knows Galatic Basic
Is capable of flying some ships and is not skilled in naval combat.
Gear
2 - Lightsabers with red blades
View attachment 4452
1 - Set of Sith Marauder armour
View attachment 4451
(The Armor has 2 hit points on the torso and 1 on the arms/legs)
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