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Name: Krass Gen
Species: Iridonian (more commonly known as Zabrak)
Faction: None (Aspiring Sith)
Rank: None
Age: 20
Height: 6ft 3in
weight: 165 lbs
Personality: He is one to spend immense time alone in meditation the techniques taught to build inner strength by his old Teras Kasi master. He tends to take all aspects seriously and while he is not one to stand for honor he will not stand insults his pride gets in the way and ontop of that his fierce temper tends not to help matters either. It was for this reason amongst others including his lack of interest in hunting, (his fathers trade) that he was kicked out of his home.
Build: Tall Cut muscle not bulky
Horns: 3 rows (described in storyline)
Skin: Pale whitish
Eyes: Red (natural not due to force alignment)
Dominate hand: Ambidextrous
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strength: after his Teras Kasi training he can lift quite alot but his true strength is in his speed.
Dexterity: Extremely
Intelligence: He isn't what you would call booksmart but he is witty and rather resourceful
Wisdom: The knowledge he has he uses to its fullest
Charisma: He knows how to use people but his short temper tends to get in the way of this
Ship: None
Gear: Nothing more than the clothes on his back at the moment.
force powers: Precognition of a sorts and visions, (more added later when training occurs)
Current Appearance:
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Storyline:

Krass Gen was raised on his races homeworld of Iridonia a harsh planet indeed and even harsher to those who's parents have little social standings. His mother had died long ago when raiders came passing through drunk though they were, the lone Zabrakian female was little match for them due to the sheer number of the men and the adrenaline these men had pumping through there veins from the victory on their last raid into town. What had happened was not a thing for young eyes to watch and shortly after the mother in her grief knowing that she had brought shame to their house she took a blaster into her hands and went out where the drunk men lay sleeping and killed all of them...and then herself.

Honor, Krass learned was something that held not only his mother and father but nearly all his people in chains. It was revenge that had driven his mother to kill those men...but it was for honor that she killed herself there after. Much to late his father returned home from the hunt. Krass had taken the men out and left them in the sun to rot but his mother...after waiting a week he took her body out and buried it out back in the hard earth, he had taken a large stone and over the course of many days moved it till it was in place then with a laser knife he etched into the stone his mothers name birth and death. The strength of will of his people was something he would never forget as it was what drove him and gave him the strength to move that blasted boulder and indeed it would be one of his greatest strengths later on.

His father never asked his son what had happened and in fact Krass never spoke of it. It was like a silent agreement between the two that the horrors of that night shouldn't be relived. However they were. Night after night Krass plagued by nightmares of those men shoving him up stairs and locking him into his room little good it did, he could see clearly in his minds eyes what was happening...of his mothers screams penetrating through the walls as he grasped his ears closing his eyes trying to block them out. Later on the look in his mothers eyes as she opened the door to his room the men laying dead at her feet and bodies trailing back down the stairs into the common room. She had ran then ran outside before he could ask what had happened before he knew...and before he noticed the blaster still in her hands. He bolted down the stairs in time to see his mother looking up at the stars gun raised to her temple and he yelled as she squeezed the trigger. Over and over these thoughts played through his mind as he lay dormant in sleep. He would always awake screaming his twin hearts beating in a mad frenzy.

With his father gone most of the time out on the hunt he was left to raise himself, he would tend to what crops they had and measure the rashons left him daily always keeping his mind busy he would head over to the local Tera Kasi Master...essentially an old hermit of the village the younger boys would come to learn from. Even in his old age none had bested him and Krass would prove to be no exception but over the years his body grew lean and hard and he slowly but surely would master the techniques and become a formidable opponent. The nightmares would haunt him less and less as his training progressed but he would never allow himself to forget. He used that as fuel to a fire it strengthened him and gave him the will to become the strongest he could.

Now it was time he had come of age and was laying down the party had been wonderful with a large bonfire Krass now very tall standing 3 inches taller than his dad, who was indeed a very large Zabrak, with his full set of horns that had finally stopped growing sprouting up in 3 rows one on each side of his head pointing up towards the sky and the last row in the middle of his skull. He had taken the time to sharpen them, due to his combative nature and fierce knowledge of Tera Kasi he now began but not quite rivaled the village master, now lacked the one thing that made him an adult amongst his people, the facial tatoo's and he had taken a very long time in thinking it out as to what he wanted done. He would start off small and add more as his combative feats improved. He had heard stories of great warriors that would add one tatoo for every victory they earned and he would be amongst them. That was his dream. For now he sat down and as his father tapped lightly with the ceremonial tools and etched into his face a black line going down from his middle row of horns breaking and splitting into two so as to cover both his eyes and continuing down midway his cheek. As the ritual was complete he stood and was handed a mirror he looked and was pleased the outcome made him look fierce.

Many years had passed since that night long ago with his mother...and a few had passed since he had become a man. His father was sitting in a chair starring up at his son. "Krass...your violence this Tera Kasi nonsense it can't go on. You're becoming violent unpredictable I let you go assuming you would find peace after...after what had happened." Krass exhaled deeply this was the first time his father spoke of his mother since the day she was raped and killed herself. "I don't like what's becoming of you Son, it's dishonorable to your people the things you do...going to the bars looking for fights, you take without giving back to the community as long as you get stronger and have no thoughts about the rest of us. You wont even go hunting with me what use are you?" Krass merely laughed "My thoughts are my own, father have you been training with the jedi? Are you a mind reader now?" he said although part of what he said was true, but he hungered for glory and battle nothing of which was offered on Iridonia not since they started colonization they had been stronger than their colonized brothers and sisters but that is now fading at least to Krass.

"See that's what I mean your disrespectful to your elders you don't know your place boy." Krass's father had often been caught up in heated arguements it was where Krass after all got his passion from. "Maybe it's my place that doesn't know me?" Krass spat back his father now stood fists balled. "Then I'm going to have to introduce you." He said swinging a punch it was only now that Krass remembered what day it was as he smelled the Correlian ale on his fathers breath now that he was closer, it was as though Krass was watching it all in slowmotion exactly what he had needed to do was easily seen this way and then it was as though it never happened because there his father was throwing a punch with one swift motion he blocked the punch grabbed his fathers arm and threw him over his shoulder crashing him into the table, just as he'd seen him do. His father let out a howl of mixed anger and pain "FINE OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT YOU AREN'T GOING TO BE USEFUL TO ME OR ANYONE ELSE JUST LEAVE!" he said his drunken rage getting the better of him and throwing various bits of the table at him.

Krass turned and left as the bits of table missed him, his father had no aim when he was drunk it seemed. Outside he mounted his speeder bike and headed to the local credit machine. He emptied out his and his fathers savings years and years of hunting on his fathers part turning in the pelts and meats totaling around 800 credits and it was all gone now into Krass's pocket. He then turned and headed north towards the starport he didn't really care where it would take him, just as long as there was a battle to be fought and he would find out soon enough, he had been hearing rumors lately from those passing by. Rumors of those stronger than the Jedi driven by unlimited strength, speed, and power. The Rumors called them the Sith.
 
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Oh XD I thought lmao...I thought you meant like me personally like my writing style...I was hurt for a second :test1:
 

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Too much for you to take?
 

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If he's not a Sith but likes the whole dark sidey thing, perhaps you'd consent to being a Force Sensitive bounty hunter with training from Haven, a char of mine.
 

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If he's not a Sith but likes the whole dark sidey thing, perhaps you'd consent to being a Force Sensitive bounty hunter with training from Haven, a char of mine.

Well right now I'm on a startship headed to korriban with Avare who is supposed to be training me but the posting has been going quite slow. =/
 
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