Post by Hans on Jan 15, 2016 20:27:51 GMT -5
Player name: Hans
e-mail address: hans.femrite@gmail.com
Name: Hanya
Aliases: The Scar, The Bloody Knife
Species: Nagai
Occupation: mercenary, bounty hunter, assassin
Weapons: DC-17m ICWS (Interchangeable Weapon System), Tekh'la blade with cortosis weave (20 inches), bandolier with 20 throwing vibrodaggers (available with cortosis weave)
Technology: High-powered visor/rangefinder with multiple vision settings (Binocular, Thermal, NVG, etc), prosthetic left arm below shoulder (basic simulacrum), Mandalorian Gauntlet fighter 'The Old Blood' (moderate disrepair) [maroon/crimson]
Hanya was born on Nagi under the tyrannical rule of the brutal Tof. By the age of 5 he had crafted his first Tekh'la blade and was stalking enemy soldiers through the forests. He quickly distinguished himself as a guerilla fighter in the Nagai resistance, characterized by his roguish and brash demeanor while still keeping a cool head and remaining tactically sound. Often reckless and somewhat impulsive on the battlefield in his earnestness to vanquish the enemy, these traits would serve him well in many a hit-and-run assault on Tof encampments and travel parties. However, he always longed to see more of the worlds from within the Skyriver. Everything the Mandalorians had spoken of and all the stories he'd heard made it seem like it was the place to be for adventure and excitement.
While it somewhat strained his relationship with his brother, Aoshi, who was a staunch supporter and fighter in the resistance, Hanya decided to leave Nagi, swearing to become a great warrior and returning to lead their home to freedom. He arranged transport on a smuggling vessel to Saijo where their parents lived, safely away from the conflict with the Tof's. Their father, an old resistance captain himself, had retired there (with much convincing) after losing his leg to a blaster bolt. Hanya stayed with his parents in peace for one year, assisting his mother in her medical work, before leaving Saijo at the age of 17 to make his way in the galaxy as a gun-for-hire.
Hanya eventually took up work as a mercenary and bounty hunter. His fiery temperament garnered him a few loyal comrades and travelling companions and were the deciding factor even on many a bounty hunting and assault job. It was a prosperous 2 years or so with the gang , but sadly the good times were not to last. On a search-and-rescue mission in the mountainous wastelands of Dathomir, the party was ambushed by a band of Trandoshan slavers. Completely cut off from escape, outgunned , and outnumbered, Hanya's comrades were slaughtered one by one until he was the last man standing, firing from the behind the cover of a pile of corpses. He was inevitably knocked unconscious and captured.
Initially sold to a mining platform, he destabilized the primary drill and halted production for days, making it apparent that he was going to be trouble. The mining company quickly sold him to a Syndicate agent who then sold him to a gladiatorial arena. It was here that the majority of his time in captivity would be spent, forced to battle in bloody tests of skill and might for the entertainment of scum. Almost immediately upon arrival, Hanya tried to escape and was severely punished. So it went. There were many times he attempted breakouts or started uprisings among the slave warriors, but these rebellions were always crushed with extreme prejudice, ending with Hanya being tortured for masterminding them. Only sparing his life for his prowess (and credit-making potential) in the arena, eventually the cost of his 'little rebellions' became too great and he was fitted with an obedience collar. The collar had several small electrical nodes that pierced into the nervous system to cause the subject the most excrucating pain imaginable or cook the wearers brain inside their skull at the flick of a switch.
For four long years he fought in the arena, earning the name 'The Bloody Knife' from the crowd, until eventually he and a band of his fellow gladiators disabled the obedience collars and rose up to make one last desperate push for freedom or death. With Hanya in the lead, they swept through the arena, slaughtering guards and wardens left and right until they almost came to the exit. That was when the arena's enforcers, stationed there by the Syndicate, descended upon them, blasting in the gates with an armor piercing rocket and taking Hanya's left arm below the shoulder in the process. Through the smoke and dull crump of laser fire, the gladiators formed a phalanx around their leader, urging one of their own to take Hanya and escape with him. Barely conscious and having lost much blood, Hanya could only watch as he and one other escaped in an old dropship and the rest of their comrades were slaughtered. He swore an oath of honor then; to avenge these warriors upon their tormentors wherever in the universe they may hide, and to wipe out any and every branch of the gladiatorial arenas.
Over the two years since his escape, he's attempted to regain some measure of standing and civilization in the galaxy after having lived as a bloodthirsty savage for so long. He's worked on reestablishing himself as a bounty hunter, mercenary, and assassin, spending the resources he makes on the simple prosthetic arm he's outfitted himself with or repairing the Gauntlet fighter he acquired from an old friend from the guerilla days (as well as promptly getting that collar removed). He had a few Mandalorian contacts from his time as a bounty hunter and his time with the resistance, which was how he was able to come by the (at this point) rare DC series of blaster rifle, but these people have all turned up missing or dead, much to Hanya's dismay. He travels alone these days, as the memories of his fallen comrades still haunts him terribly. His hatred of Trandoshans is extreme, matched only by his hatred for the Syndicate, the Hutts, the arenas, and any person or establishment that would deprive another lifeform of their freedom. While he still wants to free Nagi, his scope has shifted to burning out the galactic slave trade at the root in righteous blaster fire.
e-mail address: hans.femrite@gmail.com
Name: Hanya
Aliases: The Scar, The Bloody Knife
Species: Nagai
Occupation: mercenary, bounty hunter, assassin
Weapons: DC-17m ICWS (Interchangeable Weapon System), Tekh'la blade with cortosis weave (20 inches), bandolier with 20 throwing vibrodaggers (available with cortosis weave)
Technology: High-powered visor/rangefinder with multiple vision settings (Binocular, Thermal, NVG, etc), prosthetic left arm below shoulder (basic simulacrum), Mandalorian Gauntlet fighter 'The Old Blood' (moderate disrepair) [maroon/crimson]
Hanya was born on Nagi under the tyrannical rule of the brutal Tof. By the age of 5 he had crafted his first Tekh'la blade and was stalking enemy soldiers through the forests. He quickly distinguished himself as a guerilla fighter in the Nagai resistance, characterized by his roguish and brash demeanor while still keeping a cool head and remaining tactically sound. Often reckless and somewhat impulsive on the battlefield in his earnestness to vanquish the enemy, these traits would serve him well in many a hit-and-run assault on Tof encampments and travel parties. However, he always longed to see more of the worlds from within the Skyriver. Everything the Mandalorians had spoken of and all the stories he'd heard made it seem like it was the place to be for adventure and excitement.
While it somewhat strained his relationship with his brother, Aoshi, who was a staunch supporter and fighter in the resistance, Hanya decided to leave Nagi, swearing to become a great warrior and returning to lead their home to freedom. He arranged transport on a smuggling vessel to Saijo where their parents lived, safely away from the conflict with the Tof's. Their father, an old resistance captain himself, had retired there (with much convincing) after losing his leg to a blaster bolt. Hanya stayed with his parents in peace for one year, assisting his mother in her medical work, before leaving Saijo at the age of 17 to make his way in the galaxy as a gun-for-hire.
Hanya eventually took up work as a mercenary and bounty hunter. His fiery temperament garnered him a few loyal comrades and travelling companions and were the deciding factor even on many a bounty hunting and assault job. It was a prosperous 2 years or so with the gang , but sadly the good times were not to last. On a search-and-rescue mission in the mountainous wastelands of Dathomir, the party was ambushed by a band of Trandoshan slavers. Completely cut off from escape, outgunned , and outnumbered, Hanya's comrades were slaughtered one by one until he was the last man standing, firing from the behind the cover of a pile of corpses. He was inevitably knocked unconscious and captured.
Initially sold to a mining platform, he destabilized the primary drill and halted production for days, making it apparent that he was going to be trouble. The mining company quickly sold him to a Syndicate agent who then sold him to a gladiatorial arena. It was here that the majority of his time in captivity would be spent, forced to battle in bloody tests of skill and might for the entertainment of scum. Almost immediately upon arrival, Hanya tried to escape and was severely punished. So it went. There were many times he attempted breakouts or started uprisings among the slave warriors, but these rebellions were always crushed with extreme prejudice, ending with Hanya being tortured for masterminding them. Only sparing his life for his prowess (and credit-making potential) in the arena, eventually the cost of his 'little rebellions' became too great and he was fitted with an obedience collar. The collar had several small electrical nodes that pierced into the nervous system to cause the subject the most excrucating pain imaginable or cook the wearers brain inside their skull at the flick of a switch.
For four long years he fought in the arena, earning the name 'The Bloody Knife' from the crowd, until eventually he and a band of his fellow gladiators disabled the obedience collars and rose up to make one last desperate push for freedom or death. With Hanya in the lead, they swept through the arena, slaughtering guards and wardens left and right until they almost came to the exit. That was when the arena's enforcers, stationed there by the Syndicate, descended upon them, blasting in the gates with an armor piercing rocket and taking Hanya's left arm below the shoulder in the process. Through the smoke and dull crump of laser fire, the gladiators formed a phalanx around their leader, urging one of their own to take Hanya and escape with him. Barely conscious and having lost much blood, Hanya could only watch as he and one other escaped in an old dropship and the rest of their comrades were slaughtered. He swore an oath of honor then; to avenge these warriors upon their tormentors wherever in the universe they may hide, and to wipe out any and every branch of the gladiatorial arenas.
Over the two years since his escape, he's attempted to regain some measure of standing and civilization in the galaxy after having lived as a bloodthirsty savage for so long. He's worked on reestablishing himself as a bounty hunter, mercenary, and assassin, spending the resources he makes on the simple prosthetic arm he's outfitted himself with or repairing the Gauntlet fighter he acquired from an old friend from the guerilla days (as well as promptly getting that collar removed). He had a few Mandalorian contacts from his time as a bounty hunter and his time with the resistance, which was how he was able to come by the (at this point) rare DC series of blaster rifle, but these people have all turned up missing or dead, much to Hanya's dismay. He travels alone these days, as the memories of his fallen comrades still haunts him terribly. His hatred of Trandoshans is extreme, matched only by his hatred for the Syndicate, the Hutts, the arenas, and any person or establishment that would deprive another lifeform of their freedom. While he still wants to free Nagi, his scope has shifted to burning out the galactic slave trade at the root in righteous blaster fire.
