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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Invictus
AGE: 22
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Indie
RANK: Vagabond
LEVEL: 1
FORCE SENSITIVE: True
HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 165 Ibs.
HAIR COLOR: Shaved
EYE COLOR: Ice Blue
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Born on Nar Shaddaa to a slave mother, whom died in child birth. Invictus was stripped of a childhood or anything resembling one as he was traded to a group of slavers who created underground networks for deathmatch slave fights, betting was always going on in these fights and the group of slavers who purchased Invictus molded him from birth to feel nothing but rage and honed his fighting skills so they could have themselves a champion in these underground arenas.
As a child and adolescent Invictus was forced to train with his fellow slaves, many who felt that Invictus was special. Though Invictus who at this time only had a slave number with no name, felt like common rabble amongst his peers. It was during these early years that Invictus was truly formed into who he would become naturally. Many days spent under intense physical and mentally draining training. Under constant criticism from his slavers overlords, often punishing him and any whom did not perform well enough in the days exercises by starving or flogging them.
Invictus while not exceptionally strong, he had cunning and speed as well as tactical prowess above all else in combat. He lacked the ability to use blasters effectively as the area of focus in his training was with blades and hand to hand combat. A mistake often made was his overconfidence in his superior athletic ability to always give him an edge, while the mind of his opponent has beaten him several times over. Not to say he wasn't quick or intelligent but he let his emotions cloud him far too much in the heat of the moment, always fighting at peak physical condition with a cloudy mental condition can lead to mistakes. Mistakes which leave reminders in the form of scars and slave tattoos covering his body, including his now forced shaved skull.
Being raised this way was hard on many, many died because they just gave uprops hope. Invictus had no hope, he felt only vengeance breeding in him. Allowing the training and taking it as he could use this to free himself. It was not just him he was among to free, for Invictus did indeed feel for another. While here he met a woman slave, a servant to his masters.
It was around this time Invictus began to fight in the arenas, he yearned for his love and fought for her. Surviving to one day maybe free them both. Invictus had earned his name, in her name. He had not known much since his days in this life began, his mother dead at birth and a father no where to be found. His upbringing taught no love or compassion, his only real connection to humanity was his love for his fellow slave whom was forbidden to speak to him. Speak they did however and very often, they became more and more risky as their love grew.
Not too long after they began to let down their guard and get comfortable another slave caught them and hoping to gain favor with the masters revealed their deeds to them. Outraged they had but one command, calling Invictus by his slave number they confronted him. Informing him that he will kill his lover, or be forced to watch. Invictus had seen death having fought for them in arena now a couple dozen times, but he could not kill his lover. He also could not bare to watch however was forced to as several guards held her down as she was slowly executed in a painful matter. Broken and slowly fading from a whimper to a blank deathly expression Invictus sunk below his slave masters.
After many long years of service Invictus, as he was referred to over time due to his combat prowess being unmatched, began to grow more and more hatred. Remembering his life, and his love every time he slayed a man until the point where the memory only appeared as rage to him. During one of these deathmatches Invictus slayed several attackers. As the game handlers came to disarm him to transport him back to the cages, he suddenly felt a strange force channeling through his body. Using his newfound strength and speed he quickly slaughtered the handlers with his vibroblade, along with several other heavily armed guards in the arena. Looking to the stands where his masters were he pointed in their direction and ran to the nearest exit.
After a few days on the run Invictus began to plot his former master's demise. Invictus first dawned a cloak to help better disguise his slave markings, his famous white cloak he still wears today. Then still wielding his vibroblades from the arena he headed to a nearby alley. As he entered the alley he saw a man, this man looked like trouble but as he approached him he noticed he had a large case of explosives, noticing they were for sale. Invictus however broke drew his blade at the man in the Alley and demanded a pouch full of grenades or he will take them himself. The vendor agreed hastily. He set off in the cover of night. Arriving at their lightly guarded estate he spotted two guard droids and a few other guards. As he approached the two droids they began to sense his presence, with a swift movement he tossed a grenade in their direction causing a loud explosion all while scrapping the droids. Several guards yelled and moved up from their positions to investigate, it was then that Invictus lept with superhuman prowess like he had never done or even felt was possible before, flanking several armed men before they even noticed and slicing them to shreds with his blade. Tossing another thermal detonator at two men he took cover during the fray, then setting off with rage hotter than Tattooine's two suns. He entered the compound to found his former master's all huddling in a corner, he slowly and ruthlessly tortured them through the night before finally killing them and setting the estate on fire.
After these events, Invictus, became more intrigued in learning about this mysterious force that had manifested in him. Always feeling like he was much above par than many as if he had a supernatural edge, many rumors in the arena pointed towards this as well as he was undefeated. With his curiosity and rage burning, as well as a newfound lust to grow ever more powerful he searched for answers...
PERSONALITY
PRACTICAL SKILLS
■■■■■ Slicing | ■■■■■ Survival | ■■■■■ Tracking |
■■■■■ Hunting | ■■■■■ Leadership | ■■■■■ Tactical |
COMBAT SKILLS
■■■■■ Blasters | ■■■■■ Heavy Weapon | ■■■■■ Bladed Weapon |
■■■■■ Demo. | ■■■■■ H2H | ■■■■■ Lightsaber |
EDUCATION
■■■■■ Huttese | ■■■■■ Rodian | ■■■■■ Ryl |
■■■■■ Strategy | ■■■■■ Politics | ■■■■■ Espionage |
Once there was a boy who felt pain, who felt his suffering. A boy who dreamed, perhaps a small dash of those lowly emotions still burned keeping his new found fire of Hatred lit. The foundation of his personality stems from his lack of expression through his life as a slave gladiator. He knows of love, but knows not how his heart can swallow the pill that it is. The only love he had known was short lived, he was betrayed by destiny as a slave.
Invictus is no one, but a child who had no chance at life from the start. Being brutalized for so long drained his soul to the point of total voidness. He is almost emotionless besides his lust for death and hatred for all who stand between him and his goals. Driven by vengeance in a never ending quest to subjugate and slay all in his path.
EQUIPMENT
Armor— Lightly Armored White Robes (Facemask is cosmetic to hide slave tattoos)
Weapon
— Twin Vibro-Blades (His prized swords from his pit fights)
— Four Throwing Daggers
Equipment
— Generic Datapad
— Survival field kit ( First aid and Fire Starting)
Misc Items.
— N/A
FORCE ABILITIES & LIGHTSABER MASTERY
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