Post by Kasdim Ba'al on Sept 20, 2007 20:20:43 GMT -5
Name: Kasdim Ba'al
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Race: Yuuzhan Vong
starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yuuzhan_Vong
Height: 8'4"
Weight: 370 lbs
Eye Color: Dark redish brown
Hair Color: Bald
Skin Color: A dark tannish color
Skin tone: Tan
Tattoos: He has tattoos over much of his body, that are similar in appearance to those of Darth Mauls.
Scars: He has had terrible burns all over his body, which turned his skin from the normal purplish tinge to a vainy, ugly tannish color. He also has countless ritual scars from his castes worship of Yun-Yammka.
Piercings: N/A
Dress Code: He wears almost all leather, black leather that is made to provide protection from the dangers of combat. It encovers most of his body, wrapped around his entire form, except for a few slits in the face section. Then he wears Vonduun crab armor, looking much like a bikers over the leather that wraps around his wrappings. The outfit also has spikes, and various sharp appendages sticking out in random places on his armor, stereotypical to the Yuuzhan Vong.
Weapons: He has a single Amphistaff which he captured almost directly after it left its polyp. It has served him loyally for years now.
starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Amphistaff
Faction:
Rank: Ex-Yuuzhan Vong Warrior Caste
Force Sesitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: He has had no training with a lightsaber.
Sword Form: He fights with the style used for his peoples Amphistaves.
Force Powers: He has no specific powers at the moment.
Skills: He has been trained to be a warrior since the time he was born, to not resist pain, but to become one with it as his people do. He is also recently becoming aware of his unique connection to the force.
Strengths: Great warrior. Very strong and big, even for his race. Excells in melee combat.
Weaknesses: Naive to the ways of the force, which his people have no connection to.
Likes: The thrill of combat, bloodshed, working out
Dislikes: Cowards, wimps, and any overly sensative creature.
Ship: 'Strider'
Type: Forced Entry Fighter
Size: 10 feet wide, 30 feet long
Maximum speed: 100,000 km/h
Weapons: Kasdim Ba'als ship has no lasers, or missles of anysort. Instead it has a forced entry docking compartment. His ship would latch onto an enemies, and puncture a large hole in the side of the enemies, and create a way for Kasdim to get inside and engage in hand to hand combat. He typically does this with small ships, with 10 or less crew. Anything bigger, and he uses his ships great speed to get away.
History:
Kasdim Ba'al was born into the typical Yuuzhan Vong world. When he was about three years old, he was taken from the nurseries and thrown into the world of his designated caste. The warrior caste for him. He began to fight on an almost daily basis, and they began to do the body modifications typical to the warriors. Such as the replacement of several muscles with those of stronger animals, to strengthen the young Yuuzhan Vong.
For many years he fought in the wars of his people, commiting many genocides, and gaining countless scars from the wicked rituals of worshiping his castes death god. And taking pain and using it to gain connectivity to the universe. Or so the Prophets preached, telling thier grand tales of how when his people left thier homeworld, how they lost thier connection to the universe, and how it caused such great pains to all the people. The Yuuzhan Vong then belived that using and manipulating the pain would one day bring them back to this 'Force'.
This belief would turn out to be true though. After 40 years of fighting his peoples holy wars, he gained connection to the force. He was inside an aflame building on the Cathaar homeworld, his people had lit the thing on fire oblivious to the fact that he was inside slaughtering the happy family. After a seeming eternity of trying to escape with his life, he saw the exit. Then the house collapsed. He had no idea how many hours he was trapped inside the scalding, red hot rubble, how many hours he burned before his own men found him, with his armor literally melting into the gaping sores the fires had caused all over his body.
Reciving what medical care his people had, even without thier use of technology, he survived. He had third degree burns over just about every inch of his body. For the next year he could hardly be recognized by his own people. However this horrible accident, that surpasses the most extream rituals put on by the Priests, left him feeling more whole. Like he had regained something that he had lost a long time ago. Just like they said, pain would once again bring about the connection to the force.
He went to the holymen about his condition, they belived him delusional. If anybody was to attain this enlightenment, surely it would have been one of the higher castes first, they had said. So at this point in his life, at the still young age of 49, he stole one of the ships of his peoples many victims. And left his people, to seek more understanding of this unique connection he had to the force.
Role Play Sample:
Gazing out the windows of his ship 'Stider' he stared almost excited at the landing dock as his ship got closer and closer to it. The planet was Tatooine, and the reason he was really thrilled was due to the fact, that he was visiting a planet, in seek of information, rather than destruction. He had never realized how xenophobic his people were, and surprised that they had allowed the learning of basic at all. It went almost against everything else they did.
He pressed a few more buttons on the dash, and opened the doors out. Stepping onto the landing platform, he brethed in the dry desert air, and gazed at all the various peoples walking around. Twi'leks, humans, rodians, droids, way more species than he had ever seen in one place. He kinda liked it.
A man dressed in some sort of tan uniform stepped forward, and spoke to Kasdim Ba'al in a somewhat nasal voice. "The use of this platform is 20 credits per day." He said, and with some reluctancy extended a hand to Kasdim.
Kasdim Ba'al pulled out a wallet like device, and withdrew 20 credits. "You'll never guess where these came from." He said in a deep wicked tone, and placed them in the mans hand. The man quickly pocketed the money, and scampered off. He seemed to be a bit more intimidating then he remembered, it was probabbly a good thing.
Age: 49
Gender: Male
Race: Yuuzhan Vong
starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Yuuzhan_Vong
Height: 8'4"
Weight: 370 lbs
Eye Color: Dark redish brown
Hair Color: Bald
Skin Color: A dark tannish color
Skin tone: Tan
Tattoos: He has tattoos over much of his body, that are similar in appearance to those of Darth Mauls.
Scars: He has had terrible burns all over his body, which turned his skin from the normal purplish tinge to a vainy, ugly tannish color. He also has countless ritual scars from his castes worship of Yun-Yammka.
Piercings: N/A
Dress Code: He wears almost all leather, black leather that is made to provide protection from the dangers of combat. It encovers most of his body, wrapped around his entire form, except for a few slits in the face section. Then he wears Vonduun crab armor, looking much like a bikers over the leather that wraps around his wrappings. The outfit also has spikes, and various sharp appendages sticking out in random places on his armor, stereotypical to the Yuuzhan Vong.
Weapons: He has a single Amphistaff which he captured almost directly after it left its polyp. It has served him loyally for years now.
starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Amphistaff
Faction:
Rank: Ex-Yuuzhan Vong Warrior Caste
Force Sesitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: He has had no training with a lightsaber.
Sword Form: He fights with the style used for his peoples Amphistaves.
Force Powers: He has no specific powers at the moment.
Skills: He has been trained to be a warrior since the time he was born, to not resist pain, but to become one with it as his people do. He is also recently becoming aware of his unique connection to the force.
Strengths: Great warrior. Very strong and big, even for his race. Excells in melee combat.
Weaknesses: Naive to the ways of the force, which his people have no connection to.
Likes: The thrill of combat, bloodshed, working out
Dislikes: Cowards, wimps, and any overly sensative creature.
Ship: 'Strider'
Type: Forced Entry Fighter
Size: 10 feet wide, 30 feet long
Maximum speed: 100,000 km/h
Weapons: Kasdim Ba'als ship has no lasers, or missles of anysort. Instead it has a forced entry docking compartment. His ship would latch onto an enemies, and puncture a large hole in the side of the enemies, and create a way for Kasdim to get inside and engage in hand to hand combat. He typically does this with small ships, with 10 or less crew. Anything bigger, and he uses his ships great speed to get away.
History:
Kasdim Ba'al was born into the typical Yuuzhan Vong world. When he was about three years old, he was taken from the nurseries and thrown into the world of his designated caste. The warrior caste for him. He began to fight on an almost daily basis, and they began to do the body modifications typical to the warriors. Such as the replacement of several muscles with those of stronger animals, to strengthen the young Yuuzhan Vong.
For many years he fought in the wars of his people, commiting many genocides, and gaining countless scars from the wicked rituals of worshiping his castes death god. And taking pain and using it to gain connectivity to the universe. Or so the Prophets preached, telling thier grand tales of how when his people left thier homeworld, how they lost thier connection to the universe, and how it caused such great pains to all the people. The Yuuzhan Vong then belived that using and manipulating the pain would one day bring them back to this 'Force'.
This belief would turn out to be true though. After 40 years of fighting his peoples holy wars, he gained connection to the force. He was inside an aflame building on the Cathaar homeworld, his people had lit the thing on fire oblivious to the fact that he was inside slaughtering the happy family. After a seeming eternity of trying to escape with his life, he saw the exit. Then the house collapsed. He had no idea how many hours he was trapped inside the scalding, red hot rubble, how many hours he burned before his own men found him, with his armor literally melting into the gaping sores the fires had caused all over his body.
Reciving what medical care his people had, even without thier use of technology, he survived. He had third degree burns over just about every inch of his body. For the next year he could hardly be recognized by his own people. However this horrible accident, that surpasses the most extream rituals put on by the Priests, left him feeling more whole. Like he had regained something that he had lost a long time ago. Just like they said, pain would once again bring about the connection to the force.
He went to the holymen about his condition, they belived him delusional. If anybody was to attain this enlightenment, surely it would have been one of the higher castes first, they had said. So at this point in his life, at the still young age of 49, he stole one of the ships of his peoples many victims. And left his people, to seek more understanding of this unique connection he had to the force.
Role Play Sample:
Gazing out the windows of his ship 'Stider' he stared almost excited at the landing dock as his ship got closer and closer to it. The planet was Tatooine, and the reason he was really thrilled was due to the fact, that he was visiting a planet, in seek of information, rather than destruction. He had never realized how xenophobic his people were, and surprised that they had allowed the learning of basic at all. It went almost against everything else they did.
He pressed a few more buttons on the dash, and opened the doors out. Stepping onto the landing platform, he brethed in the dry desert air, and gazed at all the various peoples walking around. Twi'leks, humans, rodians, droids, way more species than he had ever seen in one place. He kinda liked it.
A man dressed in some sort of tan uniform stepped forward, and spoke to Kasdim Ba'al in a somewhat nasal voice. "The use of this platform is 20 credits per day." He said, and with some reluctancy extended a hand to Kasdim.
Kasdim Ba'al pulled out a wallet like device, and withdrew 20 credits. "You'll never guess where these came from." He said in a deep wicked tone, and placed them in the mans hand. The man quickly pocketed the money, and scampered off. He seemed to be a bit more intimidating then he remembered, it was probabbly a good thing.