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SILVUS HYPERION DAWN
AGE
► 30
SPECIES
► Zeltron/Chiss hybrid
HEIGHT
► 2,06 meter (6.75 ft)
WEIGHT
► 98 kg (216.1 lb)
EYE COLOR
► Red
HAIR COLOR
► Black
HOMEWORLD
► Zeltros
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Five Syndicates
RANK
► Scoundrel
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes, untrained.
BIOGRAPHY
Childhood:
Silvus is the result of a complicated escapade between an undercover Chiss spy, and a very openhearted Zeltron sexologist, Musha, that proposed the first night they met, because she was drunk and somehow managed to pull it off.
By the age of 4, Silvus’ father left without explanation, never to return.
This left Musha heartbroken. Months passed with no response from any missing posters, and she fell into a deep depression that even the pheromone saturated atmosphere of Zeltros had problems curing. Silvus with the mind of a child thought he was to blame for his father’s disappearance, and no words, kisses or hugs could erase that feeling from him. At day Musha putted up a brave front. At night she cried herself to sleep and called his name. And Silvus blamed him for causing her so much pain.
As he grew older, his ancestry became more apparent in his looks, and with this followed a million questions that Musha, as a Zeltron had no answers to, besides the perspective she had experienced her lost lover through.
Even though, Musha was perfectly capable of giving professional advice in cases like this, and some would say, the most important duty as a mother was to take care of the child she already had created, Musha’s way of dealing with her restless feelings was to seek out new lovers and have even more children. This created various states of neglect that the mother unknowingly caused her offspring.
It forced Silvus to take a lot of responsibility on his shoulders from early age and grow up before he was ready. When he was about 8 years, Musha became more and more absent when she took multiple jobs to provide for her ever-growing litter. At times she didn’t come home for days, and in times like these, Silvus would break open the lock to the candy cabinet, carefully rationing the loot and served lollypops with vanilla ice cream for dinner to him and his sisters.
Credits was few, so he was home schooled by Musha. Early on, Silvus showed signs of being a bibliophile and drained knowledge like a sponge, understanding complicated educational texts that was designed for children above his age. When he was alone, he proceeded where Musha left of, and when he ran out of material to read, he took matter into his own hands.
Youth:
As a teenager Silvus never had a proper education. While it was clear that he had the skills to be destined for greater things, his priority was to support the family as soon as possible. He jumped from job to job, and when he wasn’t with the family, he ran along with different groups that resonated with the same kind of restless spirit and hanged out in clubs. There he was headhunted for his unique looks and open personality, that gave him a job in a host club, as boyfriend for hire. This gave him the opportunity to meet people from different levels of society, but also polished his skills to become a good actor, knowing what each type of client desired and could modify his personality to suit her needs.
Competition for the clients was tough, so to further stand out in the crowd, Silvus decided to maximise the value they could get for his service. He took dancing lessons, such as tango, swing and jive and sat the goal to be able to melt some hearts (or panties) by singing and playing “This love” on a guitar.
But Silvus was not thriving. Something was still missing.
Years and years of pent-up frustrations and hurt accumulated and resulted in more and more verbal fights between Musha and him. They had been living the same story, but from different perspectives, and this caused many disagreements.
The societal standard of shunning negative emotions putted great pressure on Silvus, each time he should glue on a pearly white smile and pretend that everything was okay behind closed doors.
The same routines grew dull, the many texts on the datapad had been read so many times he could dictate them word for word, and it stressed him to put his identity on hold for the sisters’ constant need of attention. Musha recognised this and after a tender parting, she allowed him to leave Zeltros.
Silvus settled on Nar Shaddaa, but job opportunities were poor. From time to time he could use his previous experience for his benefit, but nothing that gave a continuous income. Out of desperation he felt compelled to theft.
It went well for a while, until one day he became over confident and stole jewellery for his sisters. Unaware that this jewellery was part of a shipment that belonged to the Hutt clan. Silvus was caught, but instead of reporting him, the smuggler captured him, tied him up, sedated and blindfolded him.
Once the hybrid woke up, he found that he ties had been cut and he was locked in a small, dark room that even with his infrared sight could see no exit from. With shaky hands, Silvus patted along the edges of the walls, until he could feel the outline of what looked like a large door. He began burying his nails into it in an attempt to pry it open, for it seemed like he also had been stripped from all weapons.
Somewhere outside the door echoed the scratchy voice of the smuggler, but it sounded floating, like it came from everywhere and through a mechanical device.
“Ladiiiies and gentlemen! An unexpected treat for the evening. It would seem that curiosity sometimes is good for something, when you just caaan’t keep your hands to yourself! A filthy… little… rat”
The door opened on its own, and Silvus held a hand in front of his face to cover his eyes that by now had adjusted to the dark from the sharp light that shone from above. With nowhere else to go, he proceeded outside in the light with caution.
To his horror, it would seem that he was in an underground arena of sorts, with spectators on all sides. He tried to identify some of them, but they were all wearing masks. The many muffled voices in the hollow area sounded like faint buzzing, or waves by the ocean. The light was so intense, Silvus could feel it scorch against his skin, like a warm summer day.
From there is became apparent that he had to battle something. And that the spectators were doing bets on if he survived or not. The opponent was a Nexu cub, that Silvus beat against all odds, by impaling it through the roof of the mouth, once it pinned him against the ground and tried to bite his neck.
As the winner of the trial, Silvus was allowed to leave.
Once he neared the exit, the smuggler that had kicked him in there in the first place, already awaited him. Now with quite a friendlier tone.
“Congratulations Kid!” He patted him hard at the shoulder, sending a wave of pain through Silvus’ exhausted body.
“Listen here, I know our introduction may have been a little rough, but you have talent there! Might as well use it for something. Take this… as a token of what may await you, if you say yes”.
The smuggler pulled a heavy bag of credits up from the pocket. Silvus sneered.
“What are your conditions?”
“Same as here. Nothing unusual. You work for me and fight... Get the payment afterwards. Easy. I’ll introduce you. So! What’s your name, pal?”.
“S-sil-”
For a brief moment Silvus considered the whole ordeal. The feeling it had given him in his body. As well as his willingness to put aside his pride to help his family. How people would perceive him in the future. Where he came from. What he was. And the answer came with a creeping sensation of shame in his chest.
“Sickness…”
As Silvus was in dire need of credits, he agreed. But he forgot to read the fine print. And what he expected was an ordinary shock boxing competitions ended with the loser dying. And Silvus felt every part of how the life faded away from him, scarring him for life. Due to this Silvus began using empath supressors to avoid feeling the “silence” when the judges weren’t satisfied with the loser and Silvus had to act as an executioner for the pleasure of the audience.
Present:
Today Silvus has reached celebrity status in the underground, and even though his face is masked during trials, his alias is widely known. He enjoys the benefits, luxury and power that follows with it. Even if it means that it one day may be his corpse that is dragged away from the floor.
Personality
Silvus is a man that uses his looks and charm to get the upper hand.
Survival tactics and attention has turned him into somewhat of an egoistic diva. He knows that he was one of the first in line when looks was handed out, and is very vain. At times rather melodramatic.
He is a good actor and knows how to put up a convincing front. And his abilities as a Zeltron helps a lot in determining what is acquired of him. But they also put a heavy weight on his shoulders, as he naturally has a very strong sense of others wellbeing. This is something that is unwanted in the ring, and he is dependent of empath blockers in order to tune out and avoid feeling sorry for the victims he is hurting. As a side effect the empath blockers sometimes make him emotionally unstable.
Silvus is at a point in his life where he feels that he has everything. Credits. Women. A loving family that waits for him. He thinks that he is free to do as he pleases, but the childhood trauma of being left behind is dictating everything he does: He has demonised the Chiss for breaking his family apart and has a deep hatred for them, while at the same time longing to learn more about this side of himself that he feels was taken away by force. And he wishes to be accepted as one of them, the same way he has been embraced and accepted by the Zeltron community. His hatred for the Chiss even extends to himself, when he is reminded how he has grown to become a mirrored image of the man that sired him.
The trauma also comes on a positive note. He wishes to protect his loved ones, so they never have to suffer the same kind of pain and heartbreak he himself has experienced. Even if it means he has to tear himself apart in the process. His family means everything to him, and every step he takes is in close calculation with their wellbeing.
As a sapiosexual man, Silvus appreciates challenges, grows bored quickly and has limited patience for people he would consider slow. He has a calculating side to him, especially if you piss him off, where he carries a grudge and can take his time to plan how to get back at you.
Appearence
Silvus is tough to miss in the street. If not for his colourful complexion and height, then for the way he walks and talk. He carries himself with a pride and charisma that would make you believe he was an absolute monarch of the entire galaxy. He is a man that smiles a lot, no matter what he feels. And when he stops smiling, that is when you have to watch out, for by then he has stopped caring about masking and appearances.
Silvus looks like a Chiss that has been running out of Cyan ink during printing.
Leaving him with a shade of fuchsia purple that closer relates to anything Zeltron than Chiss. He has inherited the unmistakable red eyes and raven black wavy hair from his father, and he uses this to his advantage in order to intimidate foes or carry a shroud of mystery for the opposite gender.
It is clear that he cares a lot about his looks by how well-groomed he always is.
There is nothing about his garments that are not considered down to last detail.
Luxurious materials are preferred, where he usually sports v-cut silk shirts, fur coats, and statement pieces of high heeled boots, gold jewellery and pearls.
He is perfectly comfortable with radiating both masculine and feminine energy at once, and make-up such as kajal and nail-polish is a regular part of his outfit. Fashion and material values are very important to him.
He uses cigarettes to calm his nerves and is rarely seen without them. As a fashion accessory he uses cigarette holders.
Many years in shock boxing has given Silvus fast reflexes and an athletic physique, as well as various burn marks on torso and arms.
Skills
Marksmanship: Decent.
Melee: Excellent with shock based weapons.
Theft: Decent. Specialization in pickpocketing, scams.
Entertainment: Excellent at dancing and singing. (Previous host). Can play a few instruments.
Piloting: Decent.
Languages:
Galactic basic: Fluent.
Huttese: Understands, but is not fluent speaking.
-Can sprint in high heels and wear them better than the majority of bitches.
Equipment
+(1) Messenger bag.
+(1) Utility belt
+(1)Essence of Zeltros.
+(5)Empath suppressants.
+(1)Armorweave/duraplast vest (worn under shirt )
+(A pair)Duraplast shin guards (worn under pants).
+(1) Datapad.
+(1) Comlink.
+(1)Vibroblade.
+(1)Blaster.
+(A pair) Shockmitts.
+ Light courier.
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