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Character Name
[fancybox4="http://orig10.deviantart.net/f682/f/2012/050/8/7/jax__jaximus__avatar_by_lurker5-d4qb780.png"]NAME: Castien Kaan BatterstarAGE: 28
SPECIES: Human
HEIGHT: 1.92 M
WEIGHT: 82 Kg
EYE COLOR: Yellow
HAIR COLOR: Grey
SKIN COLOR: Fair
MARKINGS: Gladiator Mark on Left Shoulder & Scar on Left Side of Forehead Running Down His Left Eye
FACTION: -
RANK: -
FORCE CONNECTION: Confirmed
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BIOGRAPHY
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Early Years-
Kaan was born in one of the countless alleys of the lower parts of Coruscant, to a streetwalker and a father who he never met. Growing up in the streets here and there, he was abondoned by his mother at an early age, being left to take care of himself. He stole, ran, lied and even murdered at occasions to further his survival. Life was always harsh for him. As a kid he was no stranger to hardship and filth.
Teaming up with the other homeless kids who roamed the streets of Coruscant free, Castien was quick to adopt cruelty and the imposing of fear to make others bend to his will. With his fists and ruthlessness he was fast to assume a position of leadership among his kind. The shining capital of the Galaxy, an example of flawless bureaucracy and quality adminstration, was a false idol and anyone who grew up in the parts where Kaan had spent his early years would know this to be true. No law to be recognized. No light touched the ground for the skyscrapers of the upper folds blocked them. A forgetten cast formed of homeless, thugs and outlaws lived there in darkness. Tough places breed hardy men they say, and Jaden was no exception to this statement.
Time flows. Castien made it alive as a boy and adulted to a young man. By now his reputation as a ruthless gang leader and criminal had proggressed, leading to him expanding his business greedly. Day by day he sank deeper into the criminal life that had brought him there and kept him alive in the streets. By his sheer will and cruelt alone he rose through the ranks, and eventually seated himself atop an empire of drugs, illegal slave trade and black market. The officials mostly did not care for the happenings of the dark parts of Coruscant, which allowed him to keep his operations a secret to the governtment as most other crime lords did. The Alliance was in no shape to go after petty thugs and gangs anyhow, having their own wars to pursue.
"Young Prince of Crime" they called him. They feared him, faked respect and bowed at his presence. Behind his back they plotted and schemed in jealousy. Every single thug and criminal in the dark parts of Coruscant admired this man who carved a way through the filth and desperation with pure strength. They seeked to overthrow him.
Blinded by ambition and intoxicated with the sweetness of victory, Kaan lost his sense of logic as each passing day made him more careless and brutal. He engaged in pointless gang wars, threatened, killed and blackmailed, his amassed wealth and power grew into unparallel amounts but so did his enemies. Even his own ranks had been boiling with treachery when the day of betrayal came. He was backstabed by those who he trusted most.
His oldest friend. His closest ally and right hand in management of his criminal empire. His one and only childhood friend with whom he survived the streets and formed a bond of companionship like none other. The single friend he had known in this life had turned his back on him, overthrowing him from the throne of the kingdom of crime that they built together. Wounded and broken, Castien crawled away defeated, barely avoiding death in the hands of his former henchmen. He would return though. So he pledged. One day he would return to bring down the hammer of judgement upon those who had forsaken him.
Trial in Flames-
Having returned to where he had started; Castien wandered the alleys and sewers aimlessly, doing whatever it was necessary to stay alive. Feeding off of garbage, drinking what foul liquids there was in the sewers, consuming insects and other low beings of life. He was back at the bottom again, this time more irrelevant than he had ever been. His primal focus was to stay alive until his wounds healed and closed. He awaited in patience, hiding, waiting for the opportunity to set on his campaign of revenge. He trained his body. Already being no stranger to fighting and brawling, he grabbed whatever tools he could muster and slowly trained himself in their usage. Guns, melee weapons, whatnot. He prepared; healing, learning and planing the moment he would emerge from the shadows to take back what he lost. But the progress was slow. He had to improve further and faster.
He found himself doing underground fightings to empower his skills further and make a new name. He put on a mask to hide his scarred face. A mask that he could not bring himself to remove for the rest of his life. Having a mirror to inspect himself for the first time since his fall from power, Kaan was shocked to find out that his facial features had changed. His hair was graying and his eyes... Yellow. He had changed beyond measure. Only those who were close to him before would be able to recognize him now. Still, he put on the mask and went off the fight for what he craved. As a new man, who had nothing left to lost.
He won. Time after time, lifeless heads of his foes rolled on the blooded arena as the crowd screamed his name. He tore them apart, Slaughtered brutally and showed not the slightest hint of mercy. The cage was small and the figts were held for credits and deals of crime lords, so there was not much to be had in means of glory. First few times he seemed to be favoured by luck, but then he slowly turned into a vicious beast in the cage, an unbreakable juggernaut. His reflexes were too quick for even the most seasoned duelists and his rage could take down the monstrously muscular brawlers. His undiscovered Force connection brought him victory a countless times. And he made a name.
His ambition, at the end, proved to be his undoing once again. He had drawn too much attention with his victories and lords of crime from all around the nearby systems were racing each other to enslave this mysterious champion of the cage for their name. Just as he was about to sign out of underground fighting he found out that he had set on a path that he could not return from. Caught and enslaved, he was sold out to one of the most powerful cartel lords in the Galaxy. More names for the list. It was indeed a pretty long list now. He would payback each and everyone of them, even if it meant dedicating his whole life to this blood feud.
Upon the Sands-
He was thrown into a true arena this time. Magnificiently built, swarming with thousands of bloodthirsty souls who cheered and screamed for the gladiators upon the sands, and the taste of glory. Under the burning touch of the sun, he fought in sweat and blood. Months chased each other as he was dragged from one arena to one another, planets and the audience were different each time, foes and overlords different. But the sensation was all the same. The thrill of the savage fighting as thousands cheered his name. They screamed and asked for more, and each time he delivered. Slaughter, blood and glory was to be found upon the sands of the arena.
Within time, the work of the gladiator became all his life. Wars of vengeance and oaths of judgement slowly crumbled into dust and his transformation into a living, breathing machine of blood and entartainment was complete. Old wounds healed and the warmth of steel at hand with the greeting of the enemy opposing him captured his mind. Piece by piece, he lost his belief. Soon, his life was reduced to simply getting up at the morning, standing on the arena slicing, hacking and stabbing until he was told to stop and go back to his dark prison in which he would await the next dawn, chained against a wall. This unending process soon became all he knew. After a while he had stopped hearing the screams. Feeling the warmth of blood and hail of pain. Excitement of the challange and the thrill of slaughter. He ceased caring after a certain point and turned into a dog of war.
But things would change. Pretty soon and pretty quickly.
The Retribution-
He had forgotten what it felt to be a free man. Chose to abandon his past and embraced his new destiny upon the sands, until the fortunate day that the chilling touch of death would find him. But once again his designs did not come to past for his previous life had caught up with him.He was thrown into a true arena this time. Magnificiently built, swarming with thousands of bloodthirsty souls who cheered and screamed for the gladiators upon the sands, and the taste of glory. Under the burning touch of the sun, he fought in sweat and blood. Months chased each other as he was dragged from one arena to one another, planets and the audience were different each time, foes and overlords different. But the sensation was all the same. The thrill of the savage fighting as thousands cheered his name. They screamed and asked for more, and each time he delivered. Slaughter, blood and glory was to be found upon the sands of the arena.
Within time, the work of the gladiator became all his life. Wars of vengeance and oaths of judgement slowly crumbled into dust and his transformation into a living, breathing machine of blood and entartainment was complete. Old wounds healed and the warmth of steel at hand with the greeting of the enemy opposing him captured his mind. Piece by piece, he lost his belief. Soon, his life was reduced to simply getting up at the morning, standing on the arena slicing, hacking and stabbing until he was told to stop and go back to his dark prison in which he would await the next dawn, chained against a wall. This unending process soon became all he knew. After a while he had stopped hearing the screams. Feeling the warmth of blood and hail of pain. Excitement of the challange and the thrill of slaughter. He ceased caring after a certain point and turned into a dog of war.
But things would change. Pretty soon and pretty quickly.
The Retribution-
It was a day like every other. Hot, noisy and restless as he stood upon the sands. Gates raised before him and the beast was set free out of his cage. They screamed for him. The sun hailed him and the warmth of sands under his bare feet were all to familiar. Yet another day was set before him, emotionless killing and emptiness... when his eye caught a familiar face.
After all these years. He had forgotten the faces of the slain, his enemies, his owners. He had forgotten his own mother's face. But this face, he would remember until the end of time. For he knew him all to well. The boy he had grown up with in a different past. His only trusted friend and comrade. His brother. Scarred and bruised all around his body, the very man was standing before him. Announcer's voice echoed throughout the arena. A duel among brothers! And the cheers heightened to a point where his ears would almost bleed. Castien looked into his eyes of the man he once called friend. Keeping the eye contact, he reached for his greataxe and slowly closed the distance.
"Have you come to pay for your crimes?" He asked calmly as he walked upon the sands. The man backed away. As he was trapped in a cage with a wild beast, there was pure fear in his eyes. "Nowhere to run now. Just you and me. Like the old days." Kaan uttered. "Listen to me! I did not mean-" The Gladiator simply leaped the distance, bringing the heavy axe down upon the man in a crushing blow as he landed. The strike was blocked by the shield, but the force behind it sent the man back and knocked him off his feet. He crawled away, struggling to get away from his old friend. "I had trusted you. You greedy fuck!" Castien lost control and went on a crazy berserk landing blind hits towards where his enemy was supposed to stand. The man dodged aside, ran and blocked, each time Castien striked again. Screaming in rage and anger as he did. The man attempted to speak from behind the shield as he barely held back the onslaught, his voice trembling with each landing hit. "I didn't... want it... they forced me Castien! I never wanted to betray you! The whole gang was bribed from outside, if not for me holding them back- both of us would be long dead! I couldn't- tell you- our entire ranks were swarming with spies! The Crime Lords were- the-they were having us watched! I had to play along Castien!" He stopped the cat-and-mouse game and paused to hear him out. "I tried to locate you, I searched the entire planet inside out, I dunno where the hell you went! And see where I ended up? Soon after you were gone they took me down as well, the Lords. And crumbled the rest of the castel. I'm sorry Kaan. I never meant for any of this." He fell to his knees, struggling to breath. He could not keep it up. Now he was begging for reason. The cheering of the crowds grew with impatience. They went mad with excitement and thousands began screaming one single word. "Kill!"
"Brother." Kaan stopped in his tracks. Confused and exhausted, he stood upon the sands. Memories. Past. Images invaded his mind, thoughts he held back for so long came back. His humanity returned. He dropped the axe. Fell to his knees like the man before him. He could not simply take it anymore. It was just too much. "It's too late pal. It's just too late for everything. I dunno what to-" A knife whistled and steel glowed under the sand, barely missing his left eye and leaving an upright mark on his skin streching from his cheek up into his forehead. He held the arm that grabbed the knife and simply twisted it, breaking the bone. His brother screamed. Kaan got up, kicking the man in the face, teeth and blood spilled out. The audience went mad with bloodlust.
Grabbed him, threw him back down, slammed his head against the handle of the greataxe. Blood stained the steel. He broke his right leg and other arm. Then let him loose upon the sands. Screaming in agony and spitting blood the man desperatly tried to crawl away, dragging his broken limps along with great hardship. The predator closed in, once again grabbing the axe.
And the head flew off. It was done.
The Crime Lord who had arranged the confrontation called for him that night. A wreck of emotions and memories, Castien went. The man mocked him before setting him free. Arguing that Kaan had already earned him enough and payed for his blind ambition back in Coruscant in years past. He then went on to explain to a shocked Castien that he always knew from the very beginning; the true identity of this mysterious champion. He had him thrown out like a wild dog. At last, after years of enslavement and torture, he was free. Free of his debts and his past.
He soon found out that freedom was not the sweet taste he had remembered. Lifeless and without aim, he was set loose upon the Galaxy. And there his story truly begun.
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ATTRIBUTES & SKILLS
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Skills:
Martial Artist- 8/10
Melee Fighter- 9/10
Swords & Blades- 10/10
Axes- 9/10
Polearms- 9/10
Throwing- 6/10
Dagger- 7/10
Mace & Blunt 8/10
Ranged- 8/10
Survival- 8/10
Small Arms 7/10
Street Wits 10/10
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STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
His weaknesses include immense trust issues, lack of emphaty and sheer ambition. The way he was forced to grow up and the ungratefullness he suffered from others turned him into a self-centered man with little care for the feelings of others. He may be an untouchable juggernaut in a battle of warriors, but outside of the arena his life experiences are often found to be lacking. [/fancybox2]
POWERS, GEAR, POSSESSION & ASSOCIATES
[fancybox2] Possessions: His holding is poor. Other than his personal battle armor, a stolen starfighter and a number of hideouts scattered around the planet of Coruscant, he has not much else to speak of. In these safe houses he stores a few pieces of weapons, some explosives and a low amount of cash with some emergency food and supplies. And most of these lairs are not confirmed to be still functional due to the unfortunate fate that was brought upon the city-world by the Sith.
Gear:
Gladiator Armor
Common Traveller Robes
1x Vibrosword
2x Hidden Daggers
1x Blaster Pistol
1x Datapad
Force Powers:
-Core Powers- 1/10
-Force Rage- 4/10 (Uncontrolled)
Associates:
Castien wishes to be clear of his underworld past. He contacted a few of his former henchmen and illegal trade partners, but keeps his distant. He has plans to remove these persons from the face of the Galaxy for they could always blackmail him with their valuable information about the former Prince of Crime. After he does that, he would be free to go after the man who held him as a slave for so many years. Without doubt, he will need help in this pursuit.
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PERSONALITY
[fancybox4="http://i61.tinypic.com/1q2y3q.jpg"] Kaan is what life made out of him. Cruel, brutal, rational and merciless. He is not necessarily a cold murderer, but when the conditions demand it he would not hesitate to take life, not by bit. He loves the adrenaline and thrill of battle. He has a strong sense of honor which he gained during his years in the arena, in contrast to his previous life as an outlaw. He is on a long path to overcome his vicious nature, normalize his persona after years of torture and blood. He is steadfast and firm. Once he sets on a path it is near-impossible to make him return from it. Currently at a loss in life, he seeks to make his existance purposeful again. [/fancybox4]
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