Lester the Jester

[Gambler]

“Cold… so… cold….
Now that you have been told…
a riddle of old…
what does it mean…
to be the pinnacle of the unseen…”
-Lester the Jester

NAME: Lester the Jester

FACTION: None

RANK: None

SPECIES: Human-Miraluka Hybrid

AGE: 36

GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 5’ 9”

WEIGHT: 119 lbs.

EYES: Pale, ephemeral orbs of glistening white

HAIR: Perfect silver

SKIN: Completely smooth and painted pure white

CREDITS: 0

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Two slender lines painted in black vertically down each eye slender lines painted in black vertically down each eye. His skin itself is an anomaly as it is painted pure, milky white with a wormy cast to it. The tone seems almost natural though definitely painted on.

DOMINATE HAND: Fully ambidextrous when using his knives. Otherwise he isn’t strong enough to truly do much with any kind of weapon.

Overall Appearance: An angular, patrician shape to his face with a slender nose, high cheekbones and a vaguely emaciated cast to his pastel skin. His pale irises are barely visible against the whites of his eyes. All that can be seen are the pale circular orbs which lie indistinctly in comparison to his pale face and albino hair. His miraluka heritage is blatantly perceptible with his pale and gaunt features. His body is built like an acrobat’s; slender and corded for rope tricks and tumbles. Corded and sinewy muscles stick intimately to his slender, anorexic frame. His long legs are just as pale and wiry as the rest of his body though each aspect only adds to his speed and surprising strength. A twisted grin crosses his face with dark red paint of the shade of dried blood.

FORCE SENSITIVE: Possibly

STRENGTH: Not very strong at all. His former life of an acrobat and tumbler has given him some proficiency in fighting though. 4/10
DESTERITY: Nimble and quick does not begin to describe Lester’s inherent speed and reflexes. One would think twenty years of imprisonment would dull the reflexes, but instead it only dulled his sanity. 10/10
CONSTITUTION: Fragile. So much so that a single hit could take him down in most cases. 3/10
INTELLIGENCE: In his brief moments of sanity Lester is extremely intelligent to almost a genius degree though not in the same aspects. 8/10
WISDOM: Possibly wise in his glimpses of sanity once in a while though that is extremely rare. 5/10
CHARISMA: Manipulative and capable of working events from the shadows with cronies and other unsuspecting game pieces. 8/10

FORCE POWERS:
None as of yet.

SKILLS:
Agility -Quick and honed from a gymnast’s lifestyle.
Knife throwing -Able to easily hit targets from a distance of ten or fifteen feet.
Specialty Combat -Fights with knives and some martial arts with the flare of an acrobat.
Tumbling -From his former lifestyle Lester is a master of acrobatics such as tightrope walking, balance tricks and complex tumbling and sleight of hand.
Manipulation -Somehow, with his inherent abilities, Lester is a master of deception and manipulation. Almost a phantom in the way he sets up events to unfold without a single trace left to him.
Riddles -Lester speaks almost exclusively in riddles.
Insanity -Definitely insane.


LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Very talented in knife throwing and other arts, but he has no experience with swords or any other kind of weapon.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths -Brilliantly intelligent, Lester seems like a psychotic clown mixed with a genius. Though hard to see, Lester is actually quite strong and can hold his own in a fight hand to hand using his tumbler tricks and wiry speed. He uses his own insanity and psychosis to his advantage to throw opponents off guard in his few brief glimpses of a semblance of sanity. He never kills without reason though his reasons might be as twisted as his smile and as quicksilver as his mood.

Weakness/Flaws -Because of his appearance and demeanor, Lester is sometimes mocked and provoked by society in general. He is somewhat frail and mediocre in physical combat. His stamina is not great and he would go down after only a hit or two in combat.

Other Information -Mainly, Lester speaks in riddles or broken words if he ever speaks at all. His riddles make him a freak in many people’s eyes and that is not the only reason. His appearance is that of a clown or some sort of isolation prisoner. Both, actually.


GEAR:
Weapons - An assortment of knives hid in specially crafted sheathes in his sleeves, along his thighs under his pants, in his boots and on his chest. Another belt of knives runs across his waist, dangling loosely across his hips. There are a total of four knives on that belt with a grand total of eighteen across his entire body. Each one is long, slender with glinting silver blades. The ones on his belt have wickedly serrated edges with a double edge on them making them twice as deadly. Good for slitting throats and slicing through skin, muscle and bone.

Clothes - A gaudy, mawkish head piece adorns the crown of his head. The hat falls with tendrils of mottled black and white with tiny silver bells at the end of each of the five tendrils. The material is softer than silk though durable. The rest of his attire is just a white straightjacket opened up as if cut by a knife. The suit is in one slim piece, connected by many black belts that hang unhitched across his arms, chest and waist. His soft boots are pure black with a single strap against each one. And a gag is tied around his mouth at times, all but preventing speech.

SHIP:
Whatever he can steal.

PETS:
None.

PERSONALITY:
Psychotic. Plain and simple. Lester is unreadable. His speech is almost indecipherable with his riddles and his motives complex. Insane might be a better word, but it is a very thin line he walks between the two. Every action he makes seems random and almost irresponsible. Nothing he does is predictable. It is like he plays a game of chess and he is both the king and the pawn. The bishop and the queen. He moves as he wishes with patterns none can discern but him. Even in battle his moves and motives flash like quicksilver. One minute he could be on the defensive, struggling to survive and in the next instant he’ll kiss his opponent on the cheek as he drives his knife into the man’s heart.

HISTORY:
Lester’s history is unknown. He was born somewhere in the galaxy outside of the Republic thirty-six years ago, but that is barely known by any. He was captured by a special research team twenty years ago and held in isolation. Tests were repeated on him constantly to discern what exactly kind of creature he was. Everyday was a new torture. Eventually, they got careless and left a test knife in the room with him. Quickly he hid the blade in his straightjacket using his teeth. He slipped the blade through and began working the straps, cutting through them after weeks of slow work.

Finally he freed himself. And still he sat in his corner and waited, hunched over like he was trapped for another few days until the scientists decided to check up on him again. He stabbed the blade into the man’s stomach, twisting the knife around, severing the intestines and piercing his stomach. Blood and acidic juice fell to the gray, bleak floor, along with the unlucky man. He cut out the man’s eyes and cut off his head, kissing the lips of the corpse before throwing it into the wall, shattering the skull. He stalked forward like a ghost, blood on his hands and dripping from the twisted knife. Lester rubbed the blood on his lips and licked the blood off of his fingertips.

One by one he killed the team. First he cut the lights and locked the facility down. Then he cut the lead scientist into pieces and nailed each piece to the central console. The second lieutenant stabbed through the heart, arms and legs cut off so that his body could fit underneath the door to his cell where the food went through. The final man died ever so slowly. Slowly Lester tore into the man’s stomach, tearing out his intestines and tying them around the man’s neck, strangling him with the bloody mess.

This series of gruesome killing lasted for days. Weeks. Maybe months. Unfortunately for the research team, they had chosen to study Lester on an isolated world with only their few freighters for transport. Lester collected his mawkish hat and left without another word. Blood was spilled throughout the facility. Everyone who had hurt him was dead in a most gruesome way. Each person held a look of terror in their eyes. At least the ones who still had their eyes.

And how did Lester eat while in the facility? He opened up the corpses’ hearts and other organs, feasting on human blood and tissue. Cannibalistic? Definitely. He did what he needed to. What he had to do to seek revenge. His mind was destroyed there. Nothing of humanity remained inside the shell of a person he was. So he left. He hijacked the nearest freighter and landed on Corusant. There he stayed in the shadows.

KILLS:
No PCs.

DUELING RING MATCHES:
None.

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
None.

ROLE-PLAYS:
Alliances Forged From Insanity[Invite]​