Post by Enishi on Sept 23, 2005 2:59:44 GMT
Alias: Phantom
Name: Sèitheach (Pronounced: SHAY uch)
Race: Togorian
Age: 175 Standard years (25 Togorian years)
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 220 Pounds
Eyes: Amber with a touch of hazel
Fur: Snow Tiger Pattern
Home World: Togoria
Class type: Hired Bodyguard
Hired Bodyguard Lvl 4
Strength: 19 (+1)
Dexterity: 19 (+1)
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 13
Vitality: 10d10+6d
Wound Points: 15
Defense: 19
Speed: 15 m
Base Attack Bonus: +15/+10/+5
Initiative: +4
Repuation: 0
Fortitude: +15
Reflex: +20
Will: +18
Melee +15/+10/+5
Ranged +19/+14/+9
Skills are below the history
A race of bipedal feline aliens from Togoria, the Togorians have long, sinewy limbs and well-muscled bodies that are equally useful moving through a forest or running across an open plain. Their hands and feet are studded with heavy, retractable claws.
This is about a Togorian who will embark on a journey that he would have never expected...
Sèitheach was born into any average Togorian family. He lived with his mother for a few years and, when he came of age, left her to join up with his father and the other males. His father taught him about how to hunt with the other males and how to make weapons out of few supplies and the planet. No doubt Sèitheach was very skilled in the hunt, but was a tad bit headstrong. His father could never get it out of him, no matter how many hunts young Sèitheach lost.
While still very young, Sèitheach had sucessfully hunted his first big game. Although a bit messy, he had killed it and skinned its hide. This victory made him even more headstrong. It made him think he could take on anyone or anything. This would cause the dramatic change in his life. His father, who was proud of the acheivement, brought him along with a squad of males out on a hunt that would last for a week and a half.
During the first few days, everything was fine and right. The field air was refreshing as it brushed against Sèitheach's soft fur coat. And as day turned to night, and meat and fur storage was at a high, the group celebrated the great hunt that had taken place. They were drunk in delecacy, feasting upon roasted fat and meat. Drinking the fresh blood that was tinted with bits of alchohol. Even young Sèitheach had partaken into the feast.
As time rolled and the group of men fell asleep, a small shuttle landed on the planet. It had to have been 2 in the morning when the strangers landed. Each was heavily equipted with strong durasteel armor and sniper rifles. Each rifle was loaded with a special dart to knock out the prey. The small hut of where the group slept was slowly opened till each man had a target. But Sèitheach had woken up when the men came in. He turned with great speed and made a bone chilling growl at the men. This awoke the others. But the men had already taken aim and fired at the charging felines. Each shot hit their target, all but the fully awaken Sèitheach. They easily restrained him and carried the group aboard.
The shuttle took off with the party on board. Sèitheach was bound, gagged and had no way of escape. Two of the more sicker of the strangers talked to each other. "Say, I've done so many women, I have no idea what it would be like..." The men laughed as the scared Sèitheach tried to free himself. The restraits were strong, but his claws were stronger. He was able to break the rope before the men could rape him. His claws sunk through the men's faces, leaving them screaming in pain and evenutally falling back bloody and cold.
Sèitheach had seen the group of strangers take the cages containing his father and party go into another room. Retracing the steps of the captures, he saw three men walk by him, not notcing him. He followed them to the cockpit where he saw a terrible horror. The men were wearing his father and the hunting party. He killed and skinned the adults. A rage built up inside of him, his pupils dialating. His muscels pumped blood and his mind pumped anger. He charged at the men slashing each unarmored man with his ferocious claws. The ship was placed on auto pilot to the planet Corellia, Sèitheach's new home.
It was like home to him. The fields, the cliffs, the creatures wandering about. This would be his test of manhood. Although still very young, he had already secured a cave for shelter and hunted other animals. Skinning the hides of the bigger and more furrier animals, he used the skins as cloths and a bed. He used his fathers knowledge that was passed down to him to make weapons for any animal or hunt. He lived here till he was 18 in Togorian years, the years of his haven. But time was bad to the land, as well. Human development increased in the area. Villages were built which became towns, which became cities. Soon Corellia was no longer paradise.
The civilized people had a hard time coping with the fact that a giant feline was living in the area and killing off their food supply of animals. Hunters thought differently. To them, Sèitheach, was their guide to riches. Sèitheach had no need for credits or mechanical supplies. But he sold special arrows, sleeping poisen, and numerous weapons and hunting supplies in exchange for modern weapons. Blasters and vibroblades intrigued him. Since he had not been with his mother long, he had limited information about modern technology. But he learned to fire a rifle and fight with mele weapons. But he never relinquished his old knowledge of his people.
After taking a buissiness out of his cave, the Togorian started to sell his products for credits. He could buy what he needed and that would be that. He bought himself a pair of leather pants and black boots with straps. He kept one of his fur pelts as a type of cape to wear on his back. He also bought meat when his rations were low.
Eventually, he was givin evicted from the cave by the local mayor. He received complaints from the nobles about a "dangerous feline wandering the streets and in our stores". Being his male self, he ignored the eviction. And when the mayor sent his own men after him, they were dispached immidetly. Wave after wave of men were sent to kill the feline, but were killed. This made the townspeople angry. Men were being killed because of one male. They were losing good men to this feline just becuase he was intimadating. The townspeople impeached the mayor and reinstated a new one.
Sèitheach was still hurt by the noble hating him, so he left. At the age of 25 Togorian years, he left on a shuttle to a place that was stricken with war... a place where hell reigned supreme... he headed to Coruscant...
Skills:
Balance
Escape Artist
Hide
Jump
Knowledge
Listen
Move Silently
Read/Write Language
Ride
Speak Language
Survival
Tumble
Feats:
Acrobatic
Animal Affinity
Athletic
Cleave
Power Attack
Dodge
Endurance
Headstrong
Mounted Combat
Persuasive
Clothes: Black leather pants, Fur cape, black boots with straps
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, Long Blade
Name: Sèitheach (Pronounced: SHAY uch)
Race: Togorian
Age: 175 Standard years (25 Togorian years)
Height: 1.8 meters
Weight: 220 Pounds
Eyes: Amber with a touch of hazel
Fur: Snow Tiger Pattern
Home World: Togoria
Class type: Hired Bodyguard
Hired Bodyguard Lvl 4
Strength: 19 (+1)
Dexterity: 19 (+1)
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 14
Wisdom: 15
Charisma: 13
Vitality: 10d10+6d
Wound Points: 15
Defense: 19
Speed: 15 m
Base Attack Bonus: +15/+10/+5
Initiative: +4
Repuation: 0
Fortitude: +15
Reflex: +20
Will: +18
Melee +15/+10/+5
Ranged +19/+14/+9
Skills are below the history
A race of bipedal feline aliens from Togoria, the Togorians have long, sinewy limbs and well-muscled bodies that are equally useful moving through a forest or running across an open plain. Their hands and feet are studded with heavy, retractable claws.
This is about a Togorian who will embark on a journey that he would have never expected...
Sèitheach was born into any average Togorian family. He lived with his mother for a few years and, when he came of age, left her to join up with his father and the other males. His father taught him about how to hunt with the other males and how to make weapons out of few supplies and the planet. No doubt Sèitheach was very skilled in the hunt, but was a tad bit headstrong. His father could never get it out of him, no matter how many hunts young Sèitheach lost.
While still very young, Sèitheach had sucessfully hunted his first big game. Although a bit messy, he had killed it and skinned its hide. This victory made him even more headstrong. It made him think he could take on anyone or anything. This would cause the dramatic change in his life. His father, who was proud of the acheivement, brought him along with a squad of males out on a hunt that would last for a week and a half.
During the first few days, everything was fine and right. The field air was refreshing as it brushed against Sèitheach's soft fur coat. And as day turned to night, and meat and fur storage was at a high, the group celebrated the great hunt that had taken place. They were drunk in delecacy, feasting upon roasted fat and meat. Drinking the fresh blood that was tinted with bits of alchohol. Even young Sèitheach had partaken into the feast.
As time rolled and the group of men fell asleep, a small shuttle landed on the planet. It had to have been 2 in the morning when the strangers landed. Each was heavily equipted with strong durasteel armor and sniper rifles. Each rifle was loaded with a special dart to knock out the prey. The small hut of where the group slept was slowly opened till each man had a target. But Sèitheach had woken up when the men came in. He turned with great speed and made a bone chilling growl at the men. This awoke the others. But the men had already taken aim and fired at the charging felines. Each shot hit their target, all but the fully awaken Sèitheach. They easily restrained him and carried the group aboard.
The shuttle took off with the party on board. Sèitheach was bound, gagged and had no way of escape. Two of the more sicker of the strangers talked to each other. "Say, I've done so many women, I have no idea what it would be like..." The men laughed as the scared Sèitheach tried to free himself. The restraits were strong, but his claws were stronger. He was able to break the rope before the men could rape him. His claws sunk through the men's faces, leaving them screaming in pain and evenutally falling back bloody and cold.
Sèitheach had seen the group of strangers take the cages containing his father and party go into another room. Retracing the steps of the captures, he saw three men walk by him, not notcing him. He followed them to the cockpit where he saw a terrible horror. The men were wearing his father and the hunting party. He killed and skinned the adults. A rage built up inside of him, his pupils dialating. His muscels pumped blood and his mind pumped anger. He charged at the men slashing each unarmored man with his ferocious claws. The ship was placed on auto pilot to the planet Corellia, Sèitheach's new home.
It was like home to him. The fields, the cliffs, the creatures wandering about. This would be his test of manhood. Although still very young, he had already secured a cave for shelter and hunted other animals. Skinning the hides of the bigger and more furrier animals, he used the skins as cloths and a bed. He used his fathers knowledge that was passed down to him to make weapons for any animal or hunt. He lived here till he was 18 in Togorian years, the years of his haven. But time was bad to the land, as well. Human development increased in the area. Villages were built which became towns, which became cities. Soon Corellia was no longer paradise.
The civilized people had a hard time coping with the fact that a giant feline was living in the area and killing off their food supply of animals. Hunters thought differently. To them, Sèitheach, was their guide to riches. Sèitheach had no need for credits or mechanical supplies. But he sold special arrows, sleeping poisen, and numerous weapons and hunting supplies in exchange for modern weapons. Blasters and vibroblades intrigued him. Since he had not been with his mother long, he had limited information about modern technology. But he learned to fire a rifle and fight with mele weapons. But he never relinquished his old knowledge of his people.
After taking a buissiness out of his cave, the Togorian started to sell his products for credits. He could buy what he needed and that would be that. He bought himself a pair of leather pants and black boots with straps. He kept one of his fur pelts as a type of cape to wear on his back. He also bought meat when his rations were low.
Eventually, he was givin evicted from the cave by the local mayor. He received complaints from the nobles about a "dangerous feline wandering the streets and in our stores". Being his male self, he ignored the eviction. And when the mayor sent his own men after him, they were dispached immidetly. Wave after wave of men were sent to kill the feline, but were killed. This made the townspeople angry. Men were being killed because of one male. They were losing good men to this feline just becuase he was intimadating. The townspeople impeached the mayor and reinstated a new one.
Sèitheach was still hurt by the noble hating him, so he left. At the age of 25 Togorian years, he left on a shuttle to a place that was stricken with war... a place where hell reigned supreme... he headed to Coruscant...
Skills:
Balance
Escape Artist
Hide
Jump
Knowledge
Listen
Move Silently
Read/Write Language
Ride
Speak Language
Survival
Tumble
Feats:
Acrobatic
Animal Affinity
Athletic
Cleave
Power Attack
Dodge
Endurance
Headstrong
Mounted Combat
Persuasive
Clothes: Black leather pants, Fur cape, black boots with straps
Weapons: Sniper Rifle, Long Blade
