Post by darthhamos on Feb 20, 2021 5:55:14 GMT
Name: Hamos Dyssin
Other Aliases/Nicknames: Darth Hamos
Race: Cyborh/human (ocular implants)
Age: 30
Skin: Fair
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Place of Birth: Kijimi
Skills: Research, cybernetics/implants.
Force Alignment: Light Side
Character Alignment: Lawful Good
Affiliation: Sith
Occupation: Sith Prospect
Other Duties: Helping refugees on Nar Shaddaa
Sith Masters: Lord Kasar
Mentors: Lord Kasar
Alive Family: N/A
Hand-to-Hand Styles: TBD
Mastered Lightsaber Forms: TBD
Mastered Force Forms: TBD
Special Talents: Speed read, enhanced sight.
Weaponry and Misc Items: Med pac, comlink, datapad, adrenaline stim, rebreather.
Vibrosword
Armor: Used Sith sparring robes
Undercover Attire: TBD
Lightsaber Forms
Learned: Shi Cho
Mastered: TBD
Force Abilities
Tier 0: Awareness (Sense) / Sight, Barrier / Shield, Jump / Speed, Pull, Push, Stun, Slow
Tier 1: Telekinesis, Lightning
Tier 2: Stasis, Alter Environment [Cold], Cryokinesis
Tier 3: TBD
Hidden potentially silly talents: TBD
Favorite Genre of Music: Cello instrumental
Favorite Food/Drink: Grilled nerf + tihaar
Kindest Act: TBD
Evilest Act: Murdering his parents.
He grew up poor, living in Kijimi City with his parents, who were former archeologists that came to the planet in search of Jedi/Sith artifacts. Their path didn't go well for them though, and the digs were mostly a bust, despite persistent rumors of Jedi/Sith artifacts on the planet. They chose to keep searching though, it became a dream... or an obsession. Whether by a stroke of luck, or something greater, his parents DID finally stumble across a force artifact. It was the find of their lives -- little did they know it would cost them theirs. Blind to their fate, he followed his parents' expedition into the cold, mountainous wastes; this hunt of theirs had gone on for far too long. What had been a lifelong dream was now their obsession; he had to know if it was all worth it. Guided by an unknown feeling, and enhanced by the ocular implants that both shielded him from the glaring reflection and enabled him to see amongst the frozen wastes, he stumbled across the horror that was their doom. They had in fact found a Dark Side artifact; a tablet containing writings from a long-dead Sith adept. Whatever power it still contained had poisoned their minds -- driving them insane, and fueling their long-held obsession. Not knowing it was his own innate Force Sensitivity that had guided him here and protected him from its influence, he sought to convince his parents to leave the artifact behind. In a blind rage, they attacked him, and he... he killed them.
He thought that would be the end of it, and of himself, hiding out in the snow and ice in what remained of the dig site, knowing he had murdered his own flesh and blood. Little did he know that others had come to the planet, Sith and Jedi alike chasing the rumors. There isn't much in the way of government on Kijimi, folks mostly keep to themselves... though the Thieves'' Quarter is an exception to that. Murder and mayhem do happen, and most folks turn a blind eye. He, however, could not -- nor could he risk other people finding the artifact, and suffering the same fate as my parents. This artifact had corrupted his parents, who knew what it would do to the people of the city?
How he managed to survive, he didn't know. He remembers waking up, close to death and bitterly cold, to a dark-gloved hand and hooded figure that stood above him. A Sith. He knew he didn't have much time left, or options. In the end, he gave up the tablet -- and the location of the dig site -- in exchange for my freedom... and a new life.
Other Aliases/Nicknames: Darth Hamos
Race: Cyborh/human (ocular implants)
Age: 30
Skin: Fair
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 150lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Place of Birth: Kijimi
Skills: Research, cybernetics/implants.
Force Alignment: Light Side
Character Alignment: Lawful Good
Affiliation: Sith
Occupation: Sith Prospect
Other Duties: Helping refugees on Nar Shaddaa
Sith Masters: Lord Kasar
Mentors: Lord Kasar
Alive Family: N/A
Hand-to-Hand Styles: TBD
Mastered Lightsaber Forms: TBD
Mastered Force Forms: TBD
Special Talents: Speed read, enhanced sight.
Weaponry and Misc Items: Med pac, comlink, datapad, adrenaline stim, rebreather.
Vibrosword
Armor: Used Sith sparring robes
Undercover Attire: TBD
Lightsaber Forms
Learned: Shi Cho
Mastered: TBD
Force Abilities
Tier 0: Awareness (Sense) / Sight, Barrier / Shield, Jump / Speed, Pull, Push, Stun, Slow
Tier 1: Telekinesis, Lightning
Tier 2: Stasis, Alter Environment [Cold], Cryokinesis
Tier 3: TBD
Hidden potentially silly talents: TBD
Favorite Genre of Music: Cello instrumental
Favorite Food/Drink: Grilled nerf + tihaar
Kindest Act: TBD
Evilest Act: Murdering his parents.
He grew up poor, living in Kijimi City with his parents, who were former archeologists that came to the planet in search of Jedi/Sith artifacts. Their path didn't go well for them though, and the digs were mostly a bust, despite persistent rumors of Jedi/Sith artifacts on the planet. They chose to keep searching though, it became a dream... or an obsession. Whether by a stroke of luck, or something greater, his parents DID finally stumble across a force artifact. It was the find of their lives -- little did they know it would cost them theirs. Blind to their fate, he followed his parents' expedition into the cold, mountainous wastes; this hunt of theirs had gone on for far too long. What had been a lifelong dream was now their obsession; he had to know if it was all worth it. Guided by an unknown feeling, and enhanced by the ocular implants that both shielded him from the glaring reflection and enabled him to see amongst the frozen wastes, he stumbled across the horror that was their doom. They had in fact found a Dark Side artifact; a tablet containing writings from a long-dead Sith adept. Whatever power it still contained had poisoned their minds -- driving them insane, and fueling their long-held obsession. Not knowing it was his own innate Force Sensitivity that had guided him here and protected him from its influence, he sought to convince his parents to leave the artifact behind. In a blind rage, they attacked him, and he... he killed them.
He thought that would be the end of it, and of himself, hiding out in the snow and ice in what remained of the dig site, knowing he had murdered his own flesh and blood. Little did he know that others had come to the planet, Sith and Jedi alike chasing the rumors. There isn't much in the way of government on Kijimi, folks mostly keep to themselves... though the Thieves'' Quarter is an exception to that. Murder and mayhem do happen, and most folks turn a blind eye. He, however, could not -- nor could he risk other people finding the artifact, and suffering the same fate as my parents. This artifact had corrupted his parents, who knew what it would do to the people of the city?
How he managed to survive, he didn't know. He remembers waking up, close to death and bitterly cold, to a dark-gloved hand and hooded figure that stood above him. A Sith. He knew he didn't have much time left, or options. In the end, he gave up the tablet -- and the location of the dig site -- in exchange for my freedom... and a new life.