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===BACKGROUND=== | ===BACKGROUND=== | ||
Castor was born to a full blooded Zabrack Nightbrother and a Dathomirian (SP?) Nightsister on the planet Dathomir. Despite being the child of a Zabrack and a Dathomirian hybrid he was genetically a Zabrack, the only trait he inherited from his mother is his chalk white skin. As a male child of The Nightbrothers, his only options in life were a life of servitude or almost certain death. Before his first birthday his mother made that choice for him. Shortly after marking Castor’s face and body with jet black tattoos, his mother chose death by selling him to slavers from Rattataka. | |||
The Rattataki were infamously harsh masters, a society secluded from the rest of the galaxy that was known for pitting hapless slaves against trained combatants in a variety of gladiatorial arenas. They bought slaves to die on the dirt floors of coliseums while crowds cheered and the bookies collected bets. It was a safe assumption that he’d been dealt a death sentence at an unreasonably young age. | |||
Too young to provide the cruel Rattataki an entertaining death, or perhaps simply a profitable one, Castor was raised among the slaves of the planet performing often mindless manual labor. The slave population on the harsh, isolated world was rather significant as the cheap labor made it easier to compensate for their relative lack of natural resources; additionally keeping enough slaves to breed more, rather than purchase more was a cost effective investment. Castor was raised among a community of slaves that was dominated by women and children, the men didn’t live long once they reached fighting age… | |||
As a child in this community Castor learned quickly that he was unusual, that he viewed his captivity different than most of the lifeless husks that surrounded him. The women who had seen so many men go off and die bloody deaths had lost any spark of life they once had, most of the children picked up on this mentality soon enough. It hung over the slave population and inherently suppressed it. Few individuals had the awareness to see it, and fewer still the willpower to resist it. Combined with the fact that Rattataka provided no escape, it’s environment and apex predators would kill an escapee before the next sunrise, the Rattataki actually had to provide minimal supervision to the population, which allowed certain freedoms to those willing to exercise them. | |||
As a pre-teen Castor was “adopted” by a group of older boys who had long had the run of the slave community. Bigger, stronger, smarter than most of the population they excelled in their day-to-day life and the limited training the Rattataki provided to turn the slaves into suitable fodder in their arenas of death. Compared to most they lived as kings, at least they thought they did. One in particular took Castor under his wing, showed him the basics of fighting, though they were forbidden to train outside of sanctioned sessions, and took care of him. Castor came to look up to him as a brother, and started to enjoy the life they were able to make at the top of the slave community. | |||
One day that all changed. Early one morning all of slaves of his community were rounded up and taken into the stands of one of the largest coliseums on the planet. The only ones who were absent were the older boys who had risen to the top of the population… They were in the center of the arena. The Rattataki released an angry herd of Rancors into the pit with the unarmed boys, who never stood a chance. The Rancor beat, battered, and broke the boys in a bloody massacre before devouring their flesh in front of the entire community. Watching the only person Castor had ever shared a personal connection with be devoured by a savage beast for no reason other than being noticed changed Castor’s perspective forever. | |||
Castor spent what was left of his adolescence blending into the crowd, careful not to be noticed for performing well or poorly. This was a somewhat solitary existence, however it was preferable to the alternative, even if he was only biding his time. He was in his late teens before he was forced into the arena for the first time, later than most, and he was lucky to survive it. His second visit to the area would alter his destiny forever. | |||
More coming soon... | |||
===DUTY=== | ===DUTY=== | ||
* ''Sabotage'' - Castor survived the gladiator pits of Rakakatta, not through sheer force, but the unique combination of cunning, adaptability, and a bit of properly applied force when the time was right. He takes the same approach in his personal battle against The Empire, believing that he is best suited to striking devastating blows against the right target at the right time rather than battling day in and day out on the front lines of combat. (5) | |||
Revision as of 02:14, 10 August 2014
RECRUITMENT PROFILE
Name: Castor
Race: Zabrak
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185 lbs
Age: 20
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Black
Skin: Chalk White, Black Full Body Tattoos
Motivation: Quest: Freedom
Career: Spy
Specializations: Infiltrator, Recruit
Notes From His Recruiter: “Castor has a lot of aptitude that makes him an appealing recruit. He is the product of an extremely harsh upbringing that he is lucky to have survived, frankly I don’t know many people who would in the same conditions. The severity of his upbringing will either need to be harnessed or overcome; he joins the Rebellion as a blunt, albeit effective, tool. Raw and unrefined. The potential is there, the right commander could turn him into an incredibly valuable agent. Another might make him a hammer to bang into the anvil that is The Empire until one of the two shatters.” - Commander Silus Endeel
Castor: Character Sheet
BACKGROUND
Castor was born to a full blooded Zabrack Nightbrother and a Dathomirian (SP?) Nightsister on the planet Dathomir. Despite being the child of a Zabrack and a Dathomirian hybrid he was genetically a Zabrack, the only trait he inherited from his mother is his chalk white skin. As a male child of The Nightbrothers, his only options in life were a life of servitude or almost certain death. Before his first birthday his mother made that choice for him. Shortly after marking Castor’s face and body with jet black tattoos, his mother chose death by selling him to slavers from Rattataka.
The Rattataki were infamously harsh masters, a society secluded from the rest of the galaxy that was known for pitting hapless slaves against trained combatants in a variety of gladiatorial arenas. They bought slaves to die on the dirt floors of coliseums while crowds cheered and the bookies collected bets. It was a safe assumption that he’d been dealt a death sentence at an unreasonably young age.
Too young to provide the cruel Rattataki an entertaining death, or perhaps simply a profitable one, Castor was raised among the slaves of the planet performing often mindless manual labor. The slave population on the harsh, isolated world was rather significant as the cheap labor made it easier to compensate for their relative lack of natural resources; additionally keeping enough slaves to breed more, rather than purchase more was a cost effective investment. Castor was raised among a community of slaves that was dominated by women and children, the men didn’t live long once they reached fighting age…
As a child in this community Castor learned quickly that he was unusual, that he viewed his captivity different than most of the lifeless husks that surrounded him. The women who had seen so many men go off and die bloody deaths had lost any spark of life they once had, most of the children picked up on this mentality soon enough. It hung over the slave population and inherently suppressed it. Few individuals had the awareness to see it, and fewer still the willpower to resist it. Combined with the fact that Rattataka provided no escape, it’s environment and apex predators would kill an escapee before the next sunrise, the Rattataki actually had to provide minimal supervision to the population, which allowed certain freedoms to those willing to exercise them.
As a pre-teen Castor was “adopted” by a group of older boys who had long had the run of the slave community. Bigger, stronger, smarter than most of the population they excelled in their day-to-day life and the limited training the Rattataki provided to turn the slaves into suitable fodder in their arenas of death. Compared to most they lived as kings, at least they thought they did. One in particular took Castor under his wing, showed him the basics of fighting, though they were forbidden to train outside of sanctioned sessions, and took care of him. Castor came to look up to him as a brother, and started to enjoy the life they were able to make at the top of the slave community.
One day that all changed. Early one morning all of slaves of his community were rounded up and taken into the stands of one of the largest coliseums on the planet. The only ones who were absent were the older boys who had risen to the top of the population… They were in the center of the arena. The Rattataki released an angry herd of Rancors into the pit with the unarmed boys, who never stood a chance. The Rancor beat, battered, and broke the boys in a bloody massacre before devouring their flesh in front of the entire community. Watching the only person Castor had ever shared a personal connection with be devoured by a savage beast for no reason other than being noticed changed Castor’s perspective forever.
Castor spent what was left of his adolescence blending into the crowd, careful not to be noticed for performing well or poorly. This was a somewhat solitary existence, however it was preferable to the alternative, even if he was only biding his time. He was in his late teens before he was forced into the arena for the first time, later than most, and he was lucky to survive it. His second visit to the area would alter his destiny forever.
More coming soon...
DUTY
- Sabotage - Castor survived the gladiator pits of Rakakatta, not through sheer force, but the unique combination of cunning, adaptability, and a bit of properly applied force when the time was right. He takes the same approach in his personal battle against The Empire, believing that he is best suited to striking devastating blows against the right target at the right time rather than battling day in and day out on the front lines of combat. (5)