Gentleman Jay's Character Application For An Chistori (Approved)

[gentleman jay]

Steam Name: Gentleman Jay

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:32663225

Discord Name: Gentleman Jay #1145

Character Name: Rakt Taylor

Species/Droid Class and Model: Chistori

Skills, Equipment, Other Items:

Species Strength :

1. Strength: With an hulking frame and an towering stature comes the advantage of raw brutal force Khan can bring down to bare on his enemies, if need be that is. He can easily tear limbs from their sockets from the average human, or even tear one apart if need be. This also counts for his core. Meaning he can lift and carry a lot more heavier equipment then most while his legs can kick with enough force to utterly shatter bones if they connect and send people flying backwards. Perhaps not the best idea to let him grab you in an brawl.

2. Claws: These claws, combined with his impressive physical might can lead to deep slashes and cuts against unprotected skin, they are also rather hardened against physical trauma, meaning they won't stab if he does use them against metal.

3. Scales: Hardened scales cover his body, these scales can null the effect's of someone striking them with their fist, or a blunt melee weapon. They can also protect against light shrapnel and bladed weapons depending on the amount of force applied, an wookie with an blade for example might meet some resistance but will still be able to pierce, it will not protect against blaster fire at all or explosives right by him.

4.Smell: His sense of smell is much higher then a human. Making him an highly-skilled hunter and tracker that can keep hunting an target for miles, this also helps against enemies who hide in the shadows, as their scent can give them away. However very powerful scents can mess with this. Along with many different smells, meaning this is not as effective in an city landscape.

5. Endurance: As expected of someone of such size and mass, Khan can survive more pain and keep fighting for longer then most, wounds that might hurt an human such as a fist in the gut will not do much for this towering T-Rex unless they are from someone with high-strength, then it might sting.

6. Cold-blooded: Thanks to being an cold-blooded two-legged T-Rex. Khan's body temperature changes according to the environment. Meaning he can survive blistering cold or extreme (but reasonable) amounts of heat, he won't survive being thrown into the sun. But least he'll be comfortable no matter where he is at.

7. Intellect: Well-versed in his subjects of choice, such as reading make Khan surprisingly intelligent and able to speak Basic with an sense of nobility. He also applies this in fights, making him rather cunning and quick-witted on making plans between stressful situations. He is also willing to learn new skills to better himself because of this thirst for knowledge.



Skills:

1. Hunter: As an expert on hunting beasts or all shapes and sizes, Khan has an high-knowledge of most creatures in the known galaxy and how they can be bested along with how they can be tracked.

2. Tracker: With his nose and expert skill as an hunter, he can track those who flee either beast or man for extended periods of time.

3. Brawler: Khan can use his size, strength and knowledge on how to fight in order to best those who use martial arts via cunning and knowledge of the art in use. Making him an highly-effective hand-to-hand fighter. His own fighting style using grapples, fists, legs and even the odd knee or high kick.

4. Melee weapons: Spears, swords, maces. With training, Khan can make use of many a different melee weapon in an expert fashion. While his blaster-skill might be lacking, he can more then make up for this via throwing spears, or by using an large axe despite his large size implying an sort of clumsiness.

Equipment:

1. Metal chest protection, along with right arm metal protection: While it might keep him safe from a single blaster shot from an rifle, this armour is more then used as a sort of first line of protection in order to close the gap between him and his attacker, the right arm is more heavily armoured, allowing it to survive two blaster shots from an rifle, however this armour does not cover his head or left arm. Meaning it can only protect his chest and armour, it will also help him survive heavy shrapnel. However it is weak against bladed and melee weapons, as there are many openings along the sides and back of the armour.

Backstory: Due to an limit on words. I will posting the backstory in the comments.

 

[gentleman jay]

Backstory:

There are a few planets in the galaxy that could be called dangerous, deadly. Unsuited for life of any kind either due to natural environmental hazards, or deadly creatures. But Rakt’s homeworld was different, it had both. Boiling jungles filled with creatures so terrifying and monstrous that only the toughest of Chistori saw adulthood, a planet where everything, from the plants to the animals were trying to kill you. This is where Rakt was born, his people living in these jungles on high trees for safety, the outside jungle was a dark, deadly place. Hunters who sought out beasts for food where common enough not to reappear again that a funeral was held each and every time a group headed out. They were not expected to come home, his mother was the tribal head, their most powerful warrior, his father and hunter of great renown for surviving five hunts. He was expected to become like them both, his youngling years where every much the same as his peers, he trained as soon as he could walk properly, he suffered hardships that were common among his people, such as losing a friend who was not strong enough to survive the harsh environment his people called home.

His teenage years were more of the same, it was common for those still not old enough to hunt or fight other tribes for heavily sought after food and water to burn away the jungle that always encroached on their home like an overwhelming tide of green, such a task of dirty and hard, with the young members of the tribe working together as one to burn away the jungle via fire. His mother taught her ways, forcing him via physical punishment to master her use of weapons, from knives made from tree and what little metal where on the planet, to spears and swords. The smallest failure was met with less food, water or a simple fist to the torso. Rakt learned rather quickly that it was better to agree with words and advice that was spoken by his elders, then try and disobey. It was during this confusing lifetime that Rakt discovered that he was not like his fellow young-adults, he would spend hours gazing up at the moonlit sky. Wondering just how much exists outside of his tiny, hellish rock. But he was scared, so scared of what would happen if his tribe, even if his family found out. This wasn't the Chistori way, it was far from it. Family, survival, the tribe. It was like stone that these unspoken laws helped guide their society, while family was important there was nothing stopping the others (If they discovered his dream, his want to explore the outside rather then remain trapped) would see him exiled for failing his family. So he hid them, locked them away and threw himself into his tribe, to support them and look after each of them, as was the way of the Chistori people.

It was time. His first funeral alongside his fathers. He and two other young-bloods where to depart and each bring back food for the tribe, or if failing that. Slay a dangerous beast and bring back a trophy, this was how adulthood was gained. Unable to do either of the dangerous tasks would bring great dishonour and shame, so great would this be that it was common for the young-blood never to return, or stay for months, days, even years to gain the kill and bring it back. After the funeral, the group left. Eyes alert, feet careful of where they placed and spears gleaming at the ready. It was time for the hunt, two days he would return, only Rakt remaining. His father's spear in his shaking grasp, body covered in deep lashes and eyes cold and lifeless like he had experienced a great loss. He later cried to his mother, exposing how he had tried to save his father when the giant beast, it's many golden eyes alluring. It's fuzzy and mutli-legged body disturbing had slain his father and two young-bloods. Rakt has hid, scared. Alone, till the sight of his fathers corpse being tore into shreds drew him out in anguish rage. This emotional torement would see Rakt expose his dream, his hatred of their way of life and how he was much more different. He was even quick to try and seek his mothers assistance.

Only to be tossed out of the tribe for exposing his secret, to wander alone in the jungles was death and as Rakt packed what little supplies he was given and took his spear once more. He would give one final mumble of a farewell that was overcoming of grief and anger before disappearing, never to be seen again. This, would be the end. Or was it? It was luck, pure luck that saw Rakt meet an explorer, a human male who sought out worlds barely known to the Republic in a bid for fame, riches and untold treasures. None of which he had found on this hellscape of a jungle. Rakt begged the human to take him as well. With nowhere else to go, no family to support him and seeking the galaxy outside of his world. The human would say yes, a strong hand was welcome and so, the duo would depart. Rakt learning a great deal with enthusiasm.

The duo where fast friends in a few months, then become like brothers two years afterwards. They had many a planet explored, they had many stories to tell. Life was good, he had found a new family. Taylor was the man’s name, Rakt would adopt this name into his own. Rakt Taylor, explorer of the unknown. With each new tip or map he would learn more and more about the galaxy, with his exotic Christori species a good talkative point for making fast friends. But there were some things he disliked. Blasters for one, too big for a simple pistol, he would make use of his spear more then anything else, saving Taylor’s life from whatever bounty-hunter had came for his head, or whatever thug would try and insult his brother. But life was not all it was meant to be. It was rotten luck that finally made it all crashing down.

An Empire patrol looking for local rebels had caught them. The illegal amount of goods onboard being discovered was the final nail in the coffin, it was even dumber luck when the two ended up as slaves. No amount of charming words would save them, or death threats via Rakt. The two worked, starving, but it would remind Rakt of his young-years back home. He was tougher, stronger. He could survive the beatings and the hard labour of mining. But Taylor could not, he was older and weaker. One guard beating too many would bring his death. The two would spend five years of hard labour, sweating, bleeding and bruising for metals so that the Empire could build more and more. It was the witnessing the death of Taylor that Rakt would snap. His violent rebelling against the guards causing an riot. It was small, contained right after a few days, but it was violent. Bloody. Those who could fly took off in stolen imperial dropships, Rakt was one of these lucky few would boarded one of these escaping dropships before the full fist of the Empire could be felt on the mining world, it was pure luck that they escaped. Rakt would split off from the group soon afterwards, using what little he could steal on the escape to buy his clothing and armour. Now he starts again, an escaped-slave, explorer and hunter. Whatever might he do?

 

[Reiuzi]

Approved.