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Need to confer with Zen about some of the details of this characters history.
I want to stop the drinking, but I can't.
I sip something else,
and when I do, it burns.
It's my curse, my eternal curse!
I want to stop the drinking, but I can't!
It's my curse! It's my fracking curse!
I want to stop the drinking!
Please! Stop drinking now! Please!
NAME:
Furosai Zreekt.
FACTION:
RANK:[
SPECIES:
Human
AGE:
28
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
5'7
WEIGHT:
108
EYES:
Red
HAIR:
Dark Short
SKIN:
Black
CREDITS:
1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
None
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Yes
STRENGTH:
8/10
DEXTERITY:
5/10
CONSTITUTION:
2/10
INTELLIGENCE:
7/10
WISDOM:
8/10
CHARISMA:
3/10
FORCE POWERS:
Force Sense
Force Push
Force Pull
Force Heal
Telepathy
Art of the Small
STRENGTHS:
Steady hands useful for fixing wounds up or the opposite.
Detailed knowledge of the anatomies of various species.
WEAKNESSES:
The thing he doesn't like to talk about.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
GEAR:
A small collection of various scalpels along with other medical bits and pieces.
SHIP:
Brothers middle sized transport ship.
SIBLINGS:
Zato and Zriri
PERSONALITY:
I like to keep myself as organised as possible, which can be very tricky around the randomness of Zato. But then like Zato I take after our father and can flip out in a psychopathic rage... but ignore that little detail, I am probably a very quiet individual and held back by Zato and the thing but to me that is normal so I really see no problem with it.
BIOGRAPHY:
The first sip
I have spent most of my life traveling around with my brother. I never knew my mom... and dad... he died right next to me when I was very young, leaving Zato to be the one I looked up to, but now looking back this was probably a very bad thing. You see he, for some reason, has a very keen taste for blood and as you can imagine to me this came across as being very normal. I can remember the first time I drank the stuff, she was very young, just an unlucky passer by. There was nothing she could have done really, back then my speed was incredible. I was stood waiting at the edge of a dark alley, rain was coming down hard and thunder could be heard cracking in the distance.
She was the only one in sight, I have always wandered what she was rushing to... whatever it was she never arrived. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Her screams reverberated back and forth between the walls as I pushed the surgical knife into her neck, her flesh was like butter, I pressed my lips up to her neck and the warm blood began to pool in my mouth. (I do believe I read to many murder novels :l ) You never forget the taste of blood, the sharp, layered, the almost grainy yet bitter taste. I remember my hesitation to swallow but when I did it was like her thoughts replaced mine, her pain, her fear.
I looked into her eyes and whispered “Keep the pressure on it until you get to a medical facility and you will be alright. I am sorry I did this to you.” I then released my grip of her, she heisted for a second, probably from shock or maybe relief, before leaving the alley quickly and without a glance back. I cannot remember what went through my head at that moment relief, regret, shame or if the remains of her emotions were still floating around in there...
Don’t look at me like that, of course I let her go! If I did not plan to let here go I would have taken any old knife and slit her throat. Not taken the time to get my hands on a sterile surgical one and then make the tiniest of incisions. Anyway I have never killed an innocent that is my brother's style, he is more of an animal when it comes to this, always leaving a mess that I am often left to clear up. He even acts like one, growing his teeth like he does just to get to their jugular carotid artery quicker, it’s... it’s just a little creepy that is all. I wonder if he knows how he does it, if he knows of our Clawdite heritage, dad told me a little on his death bed but it was very garbled and could have been just an excuse for our odd traits.
KILLS:
None
Updates Major:
Updates Minor:
04/12/2010-Made the Bio make sense
04/12/10-Centred some of the profile and some slight tweaks
ROLE-PLAYS:
The Family (Family Reunion) Current
I want to stop the drinking, but I can't.
I sip something else,
and when I do, it burns.
It's my curse, my eternal curse!
I want to stop the drinking, but I can't!
It's my curse! It's my fracking curse!
I want to stop the drinking!
Please! Stop drinking now! Please!
NAME:
Furosai Zreekt.
FACTION:
RANK:[
SPECIES:
Human
AGE:
28
GENDER:
Male
HEIGHT:
5'7
WEIGHT:
108
EYES:
Red
HAIR:
Dark Short
SKIN:
Black
CREDITS:
1,000 credits
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
None
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Yes
STRENGTH:
8/10
DEXTERITY:
5/10
CONSTITUTION:
2/10
INTELLIGENCE:
7/10
WISDOM:
8/10
CHARISMA:
3/10
FORCE POWERS:
Force Sense
Force Push
Force Pull
Force Heal
Telepathy
Art of the Small
STRENGTHS:
Steady hands useful for fixing wounds up or the opposite.
Detailed knowledge of the anatomies of various species.
WEAKNESSES:
The thing he doesn't like to talk about.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
None
GEAR:
A small collection of various scalpels along with other medical bits and pieces.
SHIP:
Brothers middle sized transport ship.
SIBLINGS:
Zato and Zriri
PERSONALITY:
I like to keep myself as organised as possible, which can be very tricky around the randomness of Zato. But then like Zato I take after our father and can flip out in a psychopathic rage... but ignore that little detail, I am probably a very quiet individual and held back by Zato and the thing but to me that is normal so I really see no problem with it.
BIOGRAPHY:
The first sip
I have spent most of my life traveling around with my brother. I never knew my mom... and dad... he died right next to me when I was very young, leaving Zato to be the one I looked up to, but now looking back this was probably a very bad thing. You see he, for some reason, has a very keen taste for blood and as you can imagine to me this came across as being very normal. I can remember the first time I drank the stuff, she was very young, just an unlucky passer by. There was nothing she could have done really, back then my speed was incredible. I was stood waiting at the edge of a dark alley, rain was coming down hard and thunder could be heard cracking in the distance.
She was the only one in sight, I have always wandered what she was rushing to... whatever it was she never arrived. I reached out and grabbed her wrist. Her screams reverberated back and forth between the walls as I pushed the surgical knife into her neck, her flesh was like butter, I pressed my lips up to her neck and the warm blood began to pool in my mouth. (I do believe I read to many murder novels :l ) You never forget the taste of blood, the sharp, layered, the almost grainy yet bitter taste. I remember my hesitation to swallow but when I did it was like her thoughts replaced mine, her pain, her fear.
I looked into her eyes and whispered “Keep the pressure on it until you get to a medical facility and you will be alright. I am sorry I did this to you.” I then released my grip of her, she heisted for a second, probably from shock or maybe relief, before leaving the alley quickly and without a glance back. I cannot remember what went through my head at that moment relief, regret, shame or if the remains of her emotions were still floating around in there...
Don’t look at me like that, of course I let her go! If I did not plan to let here go I would have taken any old knife and slit her throat. Not taken the time to get my hands on a sterile surgical one and then make the tiniest of incisions. Anyway I have never killed an innocent that is my brother's style, he is more of an animal when it comes to this, always leaving a mess that I am often left to clear up. He even acts like one, growing his teeth like he does just to get to their jugular carotid artery quicker, it’s... it’s just a little creepy that is all. I wonder if he knows how he does it, if he knows of our Clawdite heritage, dad told me a little on his death bed but it was very garbled and could have been just an excuse for our odd traits.
KILLS:
None
Updates Major:
Updates Minor:
04/12/2010-Made the Bio make sense
04/12/10-Centred some of the profile and some slight tweaks
ROLE-PLAYS:
The Family (Family Reunion) Current
The first bit is my adaptation of a speech from Bioshock
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