Nephilim

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Name: Jason Nephili Nickname/Alias: Nephilim Species: Human/Droid(Cyborg) Homeworld: Tattooine World raised on (optional): Tattooine Age: 24 Gender: Male Height: 6'0 Weight: Without cybernetic parts: 160 lbs, With cybernetic parts: 260 lbs Body build: Lean muscular build Eye color: Sapphire with a light blue light that glows behind them. Complexion: Tan Hair length/Type/Color: Shaved, but metallic black Alignment: Chaotic Nuetral Faction: Bounty Hunter Occupation: Professional Bounty Hunter Force User? No Clothing/Armor: Nephilim wears a sealed black body glove underneath a suit of semi-transparent black power armor. Beneath the black plates, one can see dark blue pulses of energy flowing through the different systems. The helmet is able to fold into the armor, allowing him to quickly hide his face. The mask resembles that of a demon, often giving the impression that Nephilim is a technological demon. Cybernetics: Nephilims bones have been replaced with durasteel. His joints, tendons, and muscles have been enhanced using robots, making them stronger. Parts of his brain have been replaced with computers. His brain contains a tactical situational analysis computer and a link to the holonet. While wearing his armor, his brain is connected to the suits internal computer. This allows him to activate and use the systems within a microsecond. Power Armor Weapons: Plasma blaster built into each palm, automatic slug thrower built into the left forearm, retractable durasteel blade built into right forearm, grenade launcher in lower right forearm, flamethrower built into lower left forearm. Inventory: Credits, repair kit, replacement cybernetics, medical kit Possessions: Power armor, and a starship. Personality: As a person, Jason Nephili was kind hearted and giving. While most on Tattooine would hoard their money to themselves, buying the most servants, the best speeders, and throwing the most lavish parties. But Jason helped poorer moisture farmers to keep their families fed. He lent money with no intention of asking for return payment or investments. Noone in the cities of Mos Espa or Eisely could speak a bad word about him. He often invited those farmers to his home for dinner where he would get to know them. But once he became a cyborg, he lost all of that. Every part his brain that once held compassion and empathy was removed and had computers installed. Now when he his hired for a job, that his is only focus. He can't be sidetracked. When he finally reaches his prey, he holds nothing back. He fights as if he himself is the prey. He is a force of nature. Only the completion of the job, or death, can stop him. Description: From a distance, Nephilim is an attractive man. His eyes seem to glow with an inner light catching ones attention and keeping it. His skin has a dark tan, which could only come free years in the sun. And his body is lean, giving the impression of a man who works out everyday, but only to keep fit. But upon closer inspection one sees how truly sadistic he is. His eyes truly do glow from within, a faint blue light radiates outward, giving the hint of the mechanical being within. The looks the eyes give is that of nothingness. It is as if one is staring into the abyss. Surgical scars run the length of his scalp. History (Early life): Jason Nephili was born on Tattooine to one of the wealthiest moisture farmers. At the age of sixteen, his parents were murdered by Tusken Raiders. He inherited everything from his parents. Within months he had learned the business and had made a name for himself among the cities of the planet. But he did not withhold his wealth. He shared it among the less fortunate farmers, allowing them to feed their families. One night he invited a family over for dinner and they spoke on the subject of the Empire. Jason did not understand how such a government could be allowed to continue. He knew they were corrupt and ruled through fear rather than diplomacy. But what he did not know was that this family was spies for that same government. Moments after he mentioned his support for Rebellion, dozens of soldiers burst into his home and dragged him off. Instead of simply executing him, the Imperial Inquisitor found a different use for him. After the failure of the Phlute Droid Project, the Dark Trooper Project, and the Shadow Academy, the Empire had turned to the possibility of cybernetics. Jason was to be their first test subject. The project was kept in the dark, not even the top Imperial brass would know until the experiment was completed. The Inquisitor never used the same scientist for more than a couple weeks. First they removed his bones and replaced them with durasteel counterparts. This would give him inhuman strength, but his muscles could not lift them. Then came the enhanced muscles, joints, and tendons. These made him faster and allowed him to move the durasteel bones. After testing the new body for weeks, the Empire knew they hardest part was next. The scientists cut open his scalp and removed sections of his brain. They then installed several tactical computers and downloaded all Imperial military doctrine. Next they added a holonet link and allowed the tactical computer to download thousands of other military maneuvers and fighting styles. But what they did not count was the downloading of the Rebellion ideology. Deciding that neither the Empire nor Rebellion were correct, Nephilim lashed out. He slaughtered the scientists in their sleep, and then made his move on the Inquisitor. As he choked the man to death one simple phrase was uttered”

The pain in his stomach was nothing compared to what he had felt before. The blood slowly oozing from him was only a fraction of the blood he had lost on previous hunts. Giving a slight nod to Delta, Nephilim allowed himself to be patched up by several medical droids. Once he had been healed, the hunter calmly walked towards Piccolo. He noticed three new individuals had emerged. Two women and a lone man. Each was filled with an aura that spoke of only evil. But one held an innocence that he found refreshing.

It had been a long time since he had been in a fight with another person. For the last four years he had devoted himself to the hunting of beasts on his own world. His prey had been wild cats, primates, and large reptiles that were responsible for the deaths of dozens of children in his village. The hidden scars along his body surely showed the numerous encounters, tooth-and-nail fights, and a level of survival uncommon amongst his people. His skills at misdirection, stealth, and scrapping would be worthless in this encounter. While his previous opponents wore protection of fur and scales, this man wore armor that could deflect even the strongest knife. His weapons were designed to destroy flesh instead of simply kill. His weapons caused more damage with a graze than his did with a full strike. While Nephilim merely had a leather armor beneath his black cloak. His knives would do nothing but scratch the metal armor. His sword would only just penetrate the mans flesh. But nonetheless, Nephilim would fight. He would simply have to fight harder than he had ever fought before. The metal boot against his chest knocked the wind from his lungs and he stumbled backwards. Luckily he was in top shape and easily caught his breath again. Brushing aside the simple punch, James felt his skin sting as it rubbed against the metal armor. Stone cold eyes watched the warrior flip backwards and await his assault. Reaching behind his back, the primitive soldier quickly withdrew twin knives form their sheaths. Flipping the blades in his hand, he brought the right blade near his face, parallel to the ground, while the right was thrust forward, perpendicular to the ground. His eyes watched his opponent as they circled one another, his black eyepieces keeping him from seeing his opponents eyes. Only a coward hides his eyes in a fight. Taking a feint step forward, Nephilim spun around and jabbed forward with his blade, As the tip made contact with metal, he felt his wrist snap side-ways as vibrations coursed through his arm. In one fluid motion, he snapped his arm down and thrust the second blade between two plates of armor, feeling flesh give way beneath the metal. He felt a warm spray against his flesh and quickly withdrew the knife. Spinning around he slapped the back of Deltas helmet pushing him forward. Taking several steps forward, he kept his eyes on his opponents now exposed back. While the thought of inserting both blades between the helmet and back armor flashed across his eyes, he knew this fight was not to the death, so he waited. ((1))

"I will volunteer to go with you so the Admiral. As this should be the easiest of assignmnets, my inexperience with the galaxy can cause very little harm here." Taking a step forward, Nephilim awaited to see whether the green hunter would accept his offer.

As soon as the man known as Faust had landed, Nephilim had felt a coldness unlike anything before, It seemed to chill him to his very soul and made him feel like life was no longer worth living. The young hunter knew this man possessed a power unlike anything he had seen before. Only the power of the gods could give a man such an aura. And if this man was blessed by the gods, then how could they go against him. But it seemed Piccolo was determined to follow his own plans. At each pitch by the man known as Faust, the green skinned hunter threw back his own arguments. Arguments which as far as Nephilim was concerned had legitimate merit. As far as he understood, this man was all about deceit. Each word he spoke dripped with lies and misdirection. The offering of money was nothing but a bribe, meant to bring the hunters back under control of this might Empire. His threats of death, merely to scare them into accepting control. This man knew nothing of honor. His aura was not a blessing. It was a curse. His soul had been blackened to the point where he knew nothing of the truth, knew nothing of honor. Stepping forward, still keeping his face hidden from the masses, the young man spoke. He knew in his mind, many of these veteran hunters would wish him dead by the end of this day. "That man has no honor. Why would he and his Mistress honor any promises made top us? Although I know very little of the Sith or this Empire, I can tell they are constructed on nothing but lies and deciet. Each offer he made us, whether monetary or that of death, was not made to help us. It is to keep you from becoming more than what you once were." Stepping back, Nephilim now awaited the others to say what sparked in their minds. He knew most of them would disagree with his words. He sensed that although he was a hunter, these men were of a different sort. They did not hold honor, glory, and sacrifice in as high regard as they did survival.

"If you are no better than they, may I ask why you left them. If you felt they were the same as you, why then did you leave? If you have no more honor than them, no more integrity, why are you here?" While Nephilim did not know each man personally, he could tell their character by the fact they were here. Had they been nothing but pirates and thieves, they would have stayed. they would not rushed off as if chased. They would not have gathered on this world, in this jungle, to discuss the formation of a new organization. "I do not agree with naming ourselves Black Nebula. I do not know much about this organizations past, but I do know one thing. Black Sun still exists. Black Nebula does not. It seems the members of the sect decided to rejoin their patriarch. Although I can't read minds, I sense we do not intend for that to happen. Taking up that mantle would surely tell others our intentions." Gazing around at the others, Nephilim knew his words would not mean much to them. But even if he only convinced a select few, his message would make sense. His words would be worth their breath. "I suggest an entirely new name. Something we can rally around. Something that will one dominate over Black Sun. Something that one day, when each of us is old and decrepit, we can say we were proud to form. Something that will bind each of us together."

The hunter spoke with both wisdom and authority. Although he was their leader, he did not speak for them. He did not give orders that would cause malcontent amongst the. He simple asked for their opinions. But Nephilim could tell that all the Black Sun members would go along with him. Other wise, they would not be here on this backwoods planet. Taking a step forward, Nephilim spoke. "I know I am new to this bunch. All of you seem to have worked together for a long time. I know my voice carries very little authority or respect amongst you. But I believe that....Piccolo..... is right. If pirates have indeed taken over what used to be a proud organization, then perhaps it is better if we distance ourselves from that legacy. If our weapons have turned against us, we will build more." Looking around him, he saw that several warriors looked at him with silent gazes. They did not care for his words. He had not proven himself in battle, to them. He was nothing to them. Not even worthy of speaking. But he would speak, and he would prove himself. "I know I was never a part of the old Black Sun. I never had the honor of being in the great Citadel on your Coruscant. I have never seen the wonders of the battle fleets you once commanded. I know nothing of the firepower that they possess and could rain down upon me. But I do know this. The power of our conviction to separate from pirates and thieves will surely bring us honor. And although they have stolen everything that made Black Sun the empire it was, they have nothing without the honor of its soldiers." Slinking back into place, he awaited someone to speak. On his homeworld, he had been raised by a warrior/priest, he had always managed to keep at the bay, the force inside him that burned to release words of honor and glory. But yet here, amongst murderers and hunters of men, he had been unable and willing to speak. He had allowed the strength of his own morality to burst forth, hoping that his words had fallen on and settled into the minds of the men around him.

"I think it would be best if I heard more before I decided." Ushering the criminals back aboard their own ship, Nephilim, disengages the docking claw and darts toward the planet. Landing his meager ship down, the young man walked towards where the rest of the Black Sun personnel were going. At the sight of a large warrior, he stopped. This must be Piccolo.

Within moments, Nephilim had noticed that both the new arrivals on his ship were armed. It did not take a genius to realize that no true warrior would board another's ship without bringing at least one weapon.From behind his hood, his cold eyes watched each movement. For years he had practiced the art of combat. Living where he had, quick reactions were the only thing that allowed you to live. "What is....Black Sun? I have never heard of it."

Nephilim closed the com shortly after the message. His cold steely eyes watched the shuttle as it lazily drifted in orbit. It would have been all too easy to simply fire upon the ship, quickly destroying everything alive onboard. And then he could easily collect any cargo that was worth anything. But that was not his nature. Disengaging his weapons, Nephilim opened another com, and sent a short message. You have no need to worry. I am a man of honor. Firing upon a medical ship would bring me no glory or honor. Although I am confused about Black Sun. You are most welcome aboard my vessel to further discuss it with me Closing the com, Nephilim maneuvered his ship closer to the medical shuttle. Arming himself, he neared the boarding tube and awaited his new "friends".

A small shuttle ripped through real space and emerged above Selvaris. The pilot saw another ship sitting, almost as if dead. If his sensors had not shown other wise, the young hunter would have left the ship alone. But he was shown that the ship had recently emerged from hyperspace, and had several living beings onboard. Arming the laser cannons aboard his ship, he targeted the ships engines before opening a com frequency. This is bounty hunter Nephilim. Please respond with your identity and affiliation.

Cold eyes watched from behind a veil of shadows as Black Sun personnel walked before him. He had always been a master of the shadows, and even now amongst technology that he could never have conceived of, he remained undetected. But he decided this place not for him. With the passing of a Black Sun soldier, the eyes disappeared and the man known as Nephilim was gone.

Real Name: Unknown Nickname: Nephilim Age: Unknown, but estimated around 23 Species: Human Height: 5'11 Weight: 155lbs Hair: Shaved Eyes: Green Sex: Male Homeworld: Unknown Alignment: Chaotic Good Clothing:Although his clothing doubles as his armor, it has been designed to allow him to blend in easily with a crowd. He wears a light colored tunic, which hangs to beneath his belt, similar to a Jedi's. A simple brown leather belts which several sheaths for various weapons. Black combat boots hide his feet while light colored and light-weight fabric covers his lower body. Weapon: Throwing knives assembled around his body. Blaster pistol holstered on his left side. A sword is strapped to his back. Force User Inventory: Only his clothing and weapons. He has never had more than 100 credits to his name. Posessions: Only his honor History: Nephelim has not spoken of his history to anyone. He keeps his past shrouded. He feels that by divulging that information, he would be open to an unidentified form of attack.