Ajjacsevge

[Derath Quinton]

Name: Ajjacsevge (basically means "Raging Beast")
Nickname: Ajjax
Former Name: Arriurra (Mighty Warrior)​

Species: Wookiee, Male
Age: 188
Height: 2.45m (~8'1")
Weight: 157.85kg (348 lbs)
Homeworld: Kashyyyk
Titles: Former Prince and Warrior Champion of Rwookrrorro
Force Sensitive: No
Credits: 300

Appearance:

Ajjacsevge is a towering behemoth, even by wookiee standards. Beneath his burly coat of black and light brown fur are muscles rippling with power. His features are accented with bright, shiny red eyes, giving him a fearful image towards some people. Due to his facial structure he appears to be in a permanent scowl and always ready to blow his top, though this may not be further from the truth.

Traits:

--Physical:

Ajjacsevge's strength, even among wookiees, is immense. While living on Kashyyyk, Ajjacsevge actively sought out worthy fights either with fellow wookiees or with the many deadly native creatures, especially katarns and anakkonas of considerable size. During his liesurely days, Ajjascsevge carved works of art out of the native wood and built or fixed weapons ranging from blades to small cannons. Therefore, Ajjacsevge has an almost masterful control of his hands and fingers in this regard, quite able to pick apart, reform, and create with very small objects. Like most wookiees, as one should be for living in the tree tops, Ajjacsevge is extremely agile, and is a great climber as well.

This is not to say he is the perfect physical conception of a wookiee; he is not perfect, Ajjacsevge has had to work himself day in and day out. When he began carving wood and working on weapons for the first time, he constantly pinched, cut, stabbed, splintered, and burned his hands trying to perfect his rhythm. The immense strength that Ajjacsevge possesses came from constant work, hunting, and climbing, and is equivalent to that of a musclehead.

--Pyschological:

Ajjacsevge suffers from wide-ranging mood swings, going from happy, to sad, to angry, and everything inbetween on any given day. Some days he is very mellow and relaxed and takes a lot to get him riled up, other days all it takes to set his varying emotions off is just a flick of a switch. However, despite his mental handicap, he knows how to not show his emotions if he has to. Ajjacsevge is not a dumb walking carpet, but instead is very tactful with dealing out his emotions. On some quiet nights, however, Ajjacsevge can suffer from panick attacks ranging from mild to severe. During his more severe episodes, the primal side of his mind takes over and Ajjacsevge goes into an unstoppable, berserker rage. On nights such as these, when he feels such an attack approaching, he will find as secluded a spot as possible so as to not invite unwanted attention. During the quieter nights Ajjaxsevge can always be found listening to loud and intense music to help distract his mind even when sleeping. Outside his handicap, Ajjacsevge is very loyal to those he calls his friends, and is willing to lay down his life to protect them from harm. In most cases, Ajjacsevge is very patient until it comes to dealing with simple-minded idiots. He absolutely detests any form of unsuspected surprises.

Languages:
-Shyriiwook (Fluent)
-Galactic Basic (Fluent comprehension)
-Huttese (Moderate)

Skills:
-CQC Expert (armed and unarmed)
-Proficiency with Heavy Weapons
-Marksmanship Proficiency
-Excellent Armstech
-Excellent Woodworker
-Survival Expert
-Squad Tactics Proficiency

Spoiler: Gear

Custom mandalorian armor, fashioned after his employ with Hondo Kex.
-extendable/retractable ryyk blades
--Helmet
-Nightvision
-Reduced effects from flashbangs and stun grenades.

Bowcaster

Custom-made E-403 Assault Cannon
-Rapidfire
-Mortar Shot (Supercharged Plasma)
-Ionizing pulse shot (short range)
---depleted ammunition and replacement parts required before use

Biography:
834 ABY - Birth

It was a cool, cloudy night on the planet of Kashyyyk. Just before the toll of midnight, the city of Rwookrrorro was bustling with activity in preparation for what the wookiee people have been waiting for. King Grararra stood beside his life-mate, Wrrlcuk, as she lay ready to give birth. The night was particularly important -- the medicine men had decreed a male would be born! Not a single individual was asleep, for no one wanted to miss the birth of their King's only son, the firstborn child.

Torches, brazers, and incense burned brightly throughout the city, filling the air with aromatic smoke. In the distance, the sound of blown horns signified it had reached midnight. Wrrlcuk clenched, every muscle contracting as the first signs of birth began to show. Ritual dances and celebratory music were silenced all at once at the ferocious, pain-filled cry Wrrlcuk gave out. The King was visibly shaken, unsure if he should move or stand still.

The cries of his mate seemed to carry on forever until finally the ringing in his ears was all he heard. That, and the sounds of his newborn son. Grararra was overcome with joy, giving his wife a great big hug. At the same time, the trees shook to their roots as the city of Rwookrrorro erupted with music, dancing, and cheers all at once. The word was spread throughout Kashyyyk, Prince Arriurra, son of King Grararra, was born.

846 ABY - Age 12 - Hrrtayyk (Test of Ascension)

Finally, the day had come! Arriurra just turned twelve years old this month, and the eagerness in his bouncing had nowhere to hide -- today was the day of his hrrtayyk! Arri waited all his life for this moment, preparing himself since the day he and his friends were told of their test of adulthood. He and his friends made mock scenarios of what they might expect to find; play fights, hide 'n' seek, utensil carving, and camping filled their days. Arri was particularly good in the fighting department, besting all the other young wookiees, sometimes even five to one!

Arri had quickly found he was lacking in other areas. The young prince could, at best, form a clumsily set-up camoflauge for his hiding spots, unlike some of the other wookiees. Indeed, he could faintly tell the difference between edible and non-edible plants and bugs, and could barely form rope from surrounding plants. Arri quickly set out to trade his knowledge of his fighting abilities with those more skilled in natural camoflauge, and fauna and flora identification. It had all paid off in end. Arri became a natural in almost all the aspects he needed, save for properly raising tents. In return, most of his friends became fierce combatants and worthy sparring partners.

Arriurra, lost in his thoughts and excitement, turned to his father the King, the question easily readable on the prince's face. Grararra looked his son in the eye, then looked over the crowd of young, eager wookiees. The King chuckled heartily before letting loose a mighty roar. In unison, Arri and his peers roared back, then took off to fulfill their test of ascension.

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Rushing wind, snapping branches, and whipping leaves filled his ears, and breaths came in ragged and sharp, almost frantic. Arri looked over his shoulder, the same menacing, slithering anakkona giving chase for a kilometer or more gained on him.

Arriurra stumbled upon the beast by accident, it's great, scaly form wrapped around itself. The prince quietly moved away, not wishing to disturb the creature, but heard a loud snapping noise from above. Could this be the katarn he'd been hunting for nearly two weeks? He readied his spear, crafted from the bones of a smaller katarn and wrapped with plant fibers for grips. The snap turned into a loud thud asa a vast branch riddled with disease came crashing down into the ground. The anakkona was awake in an instant, ready to strike.

Arriurra, a great prospect as a warrior champion, stood frozen in fear. He knew the slightest movement would attract the much larger creature. He thought to make a run for it, but anakkonas were said to be amazingly fast, and Arri would have had made a dozen strides or more to be outside the beast's striking range. The wookiee's best option, for now, was to hope the giant snake would fall back into its slumber. Luck, however, was not on the side of the wookiee prince, however, as the anakkona's gaze drifted over to where Arri stood motionless. It paused, confused it seemed. For Arri, that was all he needed to know that a curious beast meant a dead rwook.

In an instant Arri was a blur of motion, steeling his heart and running hard and fast towards the beast. The giant snake was just as quick, darting its head forward with it's maw wide open, aiming to swallow Arri whole. The young rwook barely had a second to twist and throw his body to the side and evade the attack. Even after coming up from the roll, the wookiee was on the defensive again, dodging left and right as the surprisingly swift snake continually snapped at him. As long as Arri remembered the Five D's of Dodgeball, he would be fine! The snake caught him by surprise with a whip of its tail and struck the wookiee, sending him flying into a nearby trunk. Dazed and stunned, the snake was upon Arri, the rwook unable to gather himself to fight back and felt the snake wrap its tail around him, lifting him into the air so the beast could savor its latest meal.

Arri fought back the daze, shaking his head violently. It didn't help much, but he realized his spear arm was still free. He waited as the snake raised him closer to its mouth. Arri let out a mighty roar giving the anakkona pause, and with fury divine the warrior prince thrust the spear with all his strength through the roof of the snake's mouth.

With a shrill cry, the snake recoiled, dropping its prey in the process. Arri knew it was best to leave the spear behind and let go, taking off in a full sprint as soon as he hit the ground. Risking a look back, Arri saw the arakkona cease its attempts at removing the embedded spear and took chase.

Now, with the arakkona gaining on the wookiee, all seemed lost. Arri could easily bring his claws to bear and fight back, but being branded as a madclaw was worse than death. Even if he did bear his claws, he'd surely die. He could climb a tree, but that was frowned upon during a hrrtayyk. At that moment, something about the air changed, though Arri wasn't sure what it meant. Coming to a halt, panting hard, he turned around to face his pursuer. The young warrior roared and ran at the anakkona, ignoring the fact he would surely die. The distance between them closed even faster, and Arri was determined to fight even if it meant his death.

Without warning, a giant katarn came crashing down on the anakkona, tearing away at the snake with tooth and claw. The snake, caught completely off guard, had no chance in defending itself. Shrieking and hissing was broken up by the sound of flesh being torn apart with wet slaps and thuds. In mere moments the anakkona was a heaping pile of broken scales and blood, unmoving.

Arriurra witnessed the entire event, having stopped in his tracks. It had happened so fast he still wasn't sure what he had seen. The next thing he knew, the katarn dismounted itself, looking Arri straight in the eyes. Finally it dawned on the wookiee that this was the katarn he'd been hunting, or rather, the katarn that had been hunting him. They began circling each other, but Arri did not sense any hostility. It could be, because his life was saved, that his mind was playing tricks on him.

Arri's foot bumped against the dead arakkona's head and turned to see his spear was still jammed in its mouth. He reached his hand out to grab for it, but the moment his hand gripped around the spear, the katarn dropped into a low, predatory crouch. Puzzled, Arri let go from the spear, dropping his hand to his side. Oddly enough, the strange creature in front of him backed out of its stance almost immediately. Was it toying with him? It seemed like a child playing with its food before eating. It was massive, too, and could probably seat three wookiees on its back. At that thought, Arriurra had another thought, and began to slowly walk towards the beast standing before him, hand outstretched.

The katarn instinctly braced, but did not become hostile. Arri, getting closer and closer, finally rest his furry hand on the katarn's nose, and the overwhelming sense of apprehension disappeared. Without warning the katarn pushed forward, meaning to nudge Arri, but Arri's instincts and fear took over. The rwook bolted back to the dead snake and ripped the spear from its head. The katarn became furious and roared as it charged the wookiee. Arri jumped as the beast drew closer, stabbing down with his spear into the katarn's back and began straddling it, stabbing again and again. The katarn bucked the wookiee off his back and turned, leaping in to strike. Fear drove Arri's actions as he was struck with a grazing hit from one of its claws as he tried to get out of the way, and the pain was incredible. Arri reached out and stabbed with his spear, claiming one of the katarn's eyes. The katarn lashed out in pain, but its swing was easily dodged, and Arri stabbed again, completely blinding the beast after taking its other eye. The katarn thrashed about, swinging about aimlessly. Arri waited patiently, knowing to try and end this here and now would only get him hurt.

Arri's waiting would finally come to a close a few hours later once the beast finally lay still, having wore itself out. The wound in Arri's side still throbbed with pain, and he winced when he dealt the killing blow, partially through sympathy. He gave thanks to katarn for saving his life and for providing him with his rrakktorr, hoping one day as the cycle of life ran its course, the wookiees would be part of the katarns' honorary hunt.

With a stone he grabbed from nearby, Arri hammered away at the large spines on the slain katarn's head and stored them in a broad leaf before making his way back to the elevators with his trophies in tow.

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-852 ABY - Age 18 - Recognized as a full fledged adult. Immerses himself in the warrior culture, joins professional wrestling.

-864 ABY - Age 30 - The Unforeseeable

Ah, it felt good to be the champion. Rather, almost the champion. After joining the professional fighting league, Arriurra rose above all the others through the years, losing some fights and winning others along the way. No one cared if Arri was a prince and never held back against him, but after constant struggle Arri began to best some of the more experienced fighters. This season, Arriurra climbed the bracket one defeated opponent after the other, and was now destined to go up against the world champion.

When Arri first joined the league, the eight-year training period pit him and several other trainees to the extremes both mentally and physically. The first six years were thought to be the hardest with the constant mental and physical training, but how wrong the trainees would find themselves to be. During the last two years, for those who did not quit, had to endure a second, two-year long Hrrtayyk-like event in the Shadowlands to prove themselves worthy of the fighting league.

Arri soon found out there was a rule, if they broke it, would immediately get them kicked out of the league. In between hunting in the Shadowlands, the trainees had to find a beast and fight it without weapons and subdue it. The wookiees were allowed to run if the fight was too much for them, but if they won they had to let their opponents go. For Arri it was like a playground after the first year, and the only thing that separated him from that of a madclaw in his violence was keeping his claws in check.

Once they'd finished their training, the wookiee trainees jumped right into the fighting season during 860 ABY. Even after all the trainees had gone through, they were unprepared to fight the veterans. Those well into their second century had seen war, and most had done some form of mercenary work off planet. All of them held back their true violent potential. Arriurra was capable of clearing the qualifying rounds with much difficulty, and met his match in the round of sixteen. The following year, after watching and incorporating what he had witnessed from the veterans into his training, Arri managed to reach the semi-finals, but suffered an easy defeat. Last year's season saw Arri reach the semi-finals again, nearly beating his opponent but made a devastating mistake that cost him the match.

With all the prince had achieved, he had finally proven himself to be at least second best among all the warriors this season. Arri stepped out onto the stage as he was announced, planning to make himself number one. The audience were mostly male, and a lot of them no doubt had placed wagers on the world champion to win. It only proved to boost Arri's drive to win.

On the other side of the stadium, Arri's opponent strode into view as he was announced. He stood just half a head shorter than Arri, but had just as stocky a build as the prince. He went by the name Bakurra, a 303-year old veteran of two wars against trandoshan warbands, and had escaped single-handedly after being captured.

The two closed the gap between them and embraced each other like brothers before moving back to their corners. After lengthy encouragements from their friends and family, the two readied themselves. Arriurra set into a katarn stance; his attacks would be powerful, yet light and quick on his feet. Bakurra dropped into a high-perched agr stance in response; his attacks concentrated, and movements highly evasive. Arri inched forward cautiously, Bak not moving a muscle. Their stares became intense as they drew upon their inner fire.

Without a moment's notice, Arri sprung into action, his fists a flurry of motion, but Bakurra was just as swift, dodging and blocking every attack. Not wishing to break his momentum, the wookiee prince followed with a series of crescent kicks. The war veteran ducked below the first, blocking the second and wrapping his other arm around Arri's leg. Caught off balance, the grisled veteran swung Arri around and launched him across the ring, but with practiced ease the prince twisted his body and landed firmly on his feet with an audible grunt. Bakurra was upon him before he could properly situate himself, his arms swinging wide. One fist struck Arri in the chest and he doubled over, Bakurra meeting Arri's face as his other fist came swinging up in the flow of motions, then spun into a kick, knocking Arri out of the ring.

The audience erupted in an uproar, cheering for the world champ. Arri clammored back into the ring, shaking away the pain that covered his body from the intense blows and set back into his katarn stance. As the bell rang, Arri took up a defensive position. Bakurra wasted no time and jumped right on the offensive, his attacks lightning quick. Arri managed to block and dodge as the two made full circles around each other. In the blink of an eye, Arri was back on the offensive, refusing to use the same pattern twice in a row, forcing Bakurra closer to the edge. With a shift in his form, Arri ducked under his oppenent's strike and struck his palm outward, colliding with Bakurra's chest, sending him rolling out of the ring. Arri's shift into the Anakkona stance was executed expertly and subtly, granting him the round.

Once the two took their places again, Bakurra's expression and body language became very apparent that he was severely unhappy. No one had cared to mention the war veteran had never lost a fight in the ring and was a terrible sore loser, especially against someone so young. Bakurra's face twisted into a grimace, roaring with rage and charged Arri at the ring of the bell. His stance changed drastically from his Agr stance to a slow, heavy-hitting Gorryl Slug stance. Bakurra's first double-swing came in with all his strength, but Arri soon found he would get beaten bloody regardless after the first block. The wookiee prince dodged left and right, remembering the five D's of Dodgeball. Dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge!

Catching an opening, Arri was on the offensive in his anakkona stance, striking swiftly, but each attack blocked was met with berserk strength by Bakurra. Arri had to back off, his hands and arms likely heavily bruised after such a short time lapse. With just a moment to spare, Arriurra switched to a southpaw boxing stance in time to block the onslaught of attacks made by Bakurra, punching out with great force whereever he could. With a split-second opening, Arri lashed out with a mighty cross punch.

Bakurra had faked it. With the punch going wide, the veteran warrior slid into Arriurra's guard and wrapped him in a crushing embrace, squeezing as hard as he could. Caught by surprise, Arri began elbowing down hard on Bakurra's head. Arri suddenly felt weightless as Bak lifted his opponent in the air, then with a thundering roar, slammed Arri hard into the combat ring with a very audible crack of bone, then everything went black.

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Arriurra lost the chance at the World Champion title that day. His injuries were severe, suffering a fracture to his skull, a fractured vertebrate, four broken ribs and a cracked shin bone. After the initial knockout, Bakurra, lost in his battle lust, continued his beating on the young prince. Bakurra was promptly disqualified.

Arriurra would eventually make a full recovery seven months later.

-866 ABY - Age 32 - Arriurra puts his woodcrafting skills to work after recovering from his injuries, becoming a journeyman.

-884 ABY -Age 50 - Arriurra, through patience and diligence, becomes a master woodcrafter, and opens his own shop.

-888 ABY - Age 54 - Arriurra is called by his father to learn more of about fulfilling his princely duties, and to prepare him for the potentiality of becoming King of Rwookrrorro.

-904 ABY - Age 70 - Inter-clan fighting erupts. As Prince, Arriurra leads a band of warriors himself.

--904.7 ABY - Inter-clan fighting ceases. In this time, Arriurra becomes an accomplished swordsman, and an understanding of tactics.

--904.8 ABY - Arriurra commissions the forging of a pair of ryyk blades for himself.

-908 ABY - Age 74 - Arriurra joins a tight-nit warrior brotherhood, the Warrior Champions of Rwookrrorro, after the completion of his ryyk blades.

-934 ABY - Age 100 - Earns the honorary title of Warrior Champion of Rwookrrorro.

-937 ABY - Age 103 - War with trandoshans erupts. In this time, Arriurra becomes very accustomed to various weapons, preferring portable assault cannons. In between engagements, Arriurra spends his time honing his swordsmanship and tinkering on various ranged weapons.

-943 ABY - Age 109 - War with trandoshans ends; wookiees are victorious.

-967 ABY - Age 133 - Rage

(Literary work in progress)


(Biography still being worked on as we speak, just thought I'd throw you guys a little portion.)