Independent Talohn Atar

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NAME

AGE

► 21
SPECIES
► Cathar
HEIGHT
► 6'2
WEIGHT
► 160
EYE COLOR
► Orange
HAIR COLOR
► Black
HOMEWORLD
► Cathar
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Mercenary
RANK
► Rank 1 Mercenary
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Talohn Atar was born on the planet of cathar to a catharese couple, his mother a warrior and his father a hunter. Most of his early memories consist of looking down upon the savannah esque plains of his planet from his clan's home, a city tree by the name of Khoro's zizêa. During the night, he would look up at the stars, enthralled by their mysteries. Life amongst the Atar Clan was a quant one due to the Atar Clan being one of the smaller clans that populated Cathar's surface. From the moment Talohn could walk, he was learning to climb amongst the City Tree's branches. When he wasn't, he would ride on the backs of his parents as they climbed the tree on their daily commutes. The only time he would descend the tree was when his father went down to the plains to hunt food. He would watch as they hunted, wrapped in a bundle on his father's back. From the first moments he could remember, he saw and learned to respect the ceatures of the plains that they survived off of. To honor their sacrifce and make their deaths as painless as possible, be it with cycler rifle or bow. When at the tree, he would watch his mother spar with her fellow warriors, observing their mastery of the fist, spear, and blade. Then when night came, he would look up at the stars from his bed within his family's home on the city tree till he finally found rest.

Talohn Atar's early childhood consisted of playing or sparring with the other catharese children of his clan and listening to stories from the elders. Stories of battle from Clan Atar's glorious past, passed down through the ages. Stories of travellers and interlopers from other worlds coming to do harm, or sometimes good. It only fed Talohn's appetite for finding out what was amongst the stars. It didn't help that one elder told him that most of the falling stars he saw weren't stars, but interstellar crafts instead, equipped to travel through the far reaches beyond the atmosphere of their home. He picked up reading faster than his other peers through his craving for knowledge, reading all he could from his clan's archives about what secrets the stars held. Stories of strang and fantastical creatures, both sentient and wild. Yet none truly answered the questions he had, for none of that history included travelling space itself. Only second hand stories and information passed on to the clan record keepers from the occasional interloper that landed on his homeworld.

As Talohn got older, his craving for an adventure amongst the stars was eventually put on hold. Temporarily at least. His eyes turned towards the world beyond the city tree that was his home. Tha plains were nothing new, but the lands beyond them? the jungles of cathar that he could distantly see past the Savannah? He had yet to experience them, and he was finally old enough to do so. He could hear the adventure calling his name as he was told it was time to go on his first hunt. Not for an herbivore, not for sustenance. A hunt for honor and glory, against predators that held just as much dominion over the jungle as his people held over the plains. As was tradition, it was time for the blood hunt. He and a group of his fellow catharese youths would be hunting and emptying a nest of kiltik, an invasive species of giant beetle that ate away at the jungle, making it unhealthy. The population needed to be kept under control, lest the clan lose it's fruit harvest. Blood hunts were both proof of adulthood and a needed service for the clan. He, and his fellow fledgling clan members, would need all the skills passed down to them by their parents to succeed.

Were one to ask Talohn how that day went, he would tell them it was a blur. He remembered taking up combat formation. four of the his companions in arms took up cycler rifles and kept to the back, while Talohn and five others took up blades and clubs at the front. They had to work like a well oiled machine to keep the beetles from overwhelming them. The cycler rifles would thin out the insects as they made their way towards the group, and the blade users would cut down those that remained upon arrival. Talohn himself chose to make use of a glaive, with a sword as a secondary weapon for when they got in too close.The fight went on for hours until the nest was empty. Time became irrelevant as they had to focus on nothing but the fight to survive, blocking pincers, piercing thoraxes, and chopping insectoid legs until there was naught but piles of chitin surrounding them. Out of the 10 that had entered the nest hours earlier, only 7 emerged. Such was the nature of the blood hunt. Where the others went home due to fatigue, Talohn remained, refusing to leave until he could put his friends to rest. He closed their eyes and spoke the catharese prayers of tragedy. Then, he sat with them till the clan arrived to take the bodies for cremation. Even in his fatigue, he would not leave his fallen companions to the jungle to be pecked on by scavengers. Though the blood hunt proved them weak, they still fell honorably in battle, and died on their feet. Within Talohn's tribe, one's actions in the bloodhunt decided what occupations would be available to them. Should one do well, they would have their pick. Talohn, due to his honorable deed, had every warrior tribe in the clan giving him offers. Naturally, he chose the ones that would let him leave home the most, the lir'ezrap.

Over the next two years, Talohn spent most of his time on expeditions in the plains and in the jungles, mapping new territory for his rapidly growing clan to make use of. Yet all the while, he still spent his nights staring at the stars. Exploration of his home planet had sated his craving for a while, but now he had gone back to wondering what was beyond it. The young cathar would soon get his answers. One day, while he and his team were out in the plains, the sky began to grow dark. He looked up to see a structure of metal had blocked out the sun, and was slowly getting bigger. He and his fellow warriors ran to the cover of a nearby tree. It was a large ship, with writing across the side. Talohn's division of warriors were taught whatever knowledge of basic his clan had, should they run into any interlopers. From what Talohn could discern, the ship's words made out 'czerka'. What that was? He did not know. Eventually, after the ship landed, a group of men emerged from it with robotic orbs, surveying droids that began scanning the land. The leader of Talohn's troop warily emerged, Talohn and the others behind him. Using their understanding of basic, he attempted to communicate. The men just looked at eachother before the leader, marked so by his former attire, nodded.

Instantly, they drew their blasters and opened fire. His group had no chance against that caliber of weaponry, and his companions were shot down in an instant. Talohn ended up taking a bolt to the left shoulder and fell backwards onto the ground. Despite the pain, he made the quick decision to play dead. As one of the men walked over him, he instantly sat up, drawing the blaster pistol the man had in his holster and opening fire, anger flowing through him as he fired bolt after bolt before they could react. All five men were shot down, leaving Talohn amongst the bodies of both friend and foe alike. Then, a blaster bolt flew by his head, a large one from the ship's turret. Within it, he could see an angry looking human, an older male with a long beard, black hair and blue eyes. Knowing he was outmatched, Talohn ran, just barely dodging bolts all the while until he managed to dive into the undergrowth of the jungle. Having lost sight of him, the ship turned into some sort of hover mode, and sped off.

The news he brought home sent his clan into a panic. There was argument and debate about what should be done. Did they need to move? Would there be more to come? Talohn, however, was already resolute in what needed to happen next. The following day, despite various protests, he packed his bags and went on a journey. Old tales told that shooting stars could be seen flying up into the sky instead of across them to the far east. Talohn had long known that those weren't shooting stars. Thus, he travelled eastward, braving storms and beast alike while living off the land. It wasn't until after a few months of tavelling that he saw it, an old metal structure, long abandoned. Yet there was a smaller metal structure outside of it that looked to be similar in nature to the one that had killed his fellow warriors. He quickly entered the rusted old ship, yet found himself at a loss. He knew not what to do, yet he felt something calling to him, poking relentlessly at the back of his mind. He eventually gave in and followed these annoyances, flipping a few switches and pulling a lever. Then and there, the ship shook as the old engine roared to life. The shuttle's hud activated, holograms barely flickering to life after years of neglect. A list of locations that the shuttle was programmed to fly to were listed. He tapped one after a moment of deliberation, and he found himself falling back as the ship shakily took liftoff. He felt a thrill, and a hint of fear, as he watched the ground get further and further away from the shuttle's viewport. That was, until an old screen turned on as a result of the ship reconnecting to the holonet. he turned about to see a wanted poster, and on it was a familiar face. The man who had tried blowing him away. The blonde man who had killed his companions in arms. Talohn's knowledge of reading basic was shoddy. He could only read simple words. Yet the words on the wanted posert. 'Wanted dead or alive'. Were more than simple enough. he took the blaster he had stolen a few months ago off of his hip, and gazed upon it. He now had a goal, and a direction.
Personality
Skills
Equipment
TBA

+ A-180 Modular Blaster (While only owning one of every modification, Talohn owns two of the normal blaster variant for dual wielding.)
+Curved vibroblade
+Towel
+Translation Mask: Due to his very limited ability to speak basic, Talohn wears this quite often.
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