Kraven

[Berserker]

 Kraven

 

 

 

 

Real Name:  

Nostro Kraven, 
Slaver # 003, 
[N'tchwai'dumela]

Alias:

The Thyrsian Wolf

Homeworld:

Thyrsus

Species:

Thyrsian

 

 

 

Physical Description

 

Age: 26

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 200 lbs

Skin Dark

Hair: White

Eyes: Auburn

Sex: Male

 

Winter white, coily hair neatly coiffured to reveal a strong, lived-in face. Vibrant brown eyes, set symmetrically within their sockets. Several scars are spread gracefully on his ribs and leaves a delightful memory of his unfortunate upbringing. This is the visage of Nostro Kraven, a true spectacle among the near-humans he represents. He stands intimidatingly among others, heavily endorsed by his athletic frame. There's something incomprehensible about him, perhaps it's his presence or perhaps it's simply a feeling of awe. People cannot resist asking him about his stories and experiences, while trying to subtlety remain in the presence of his wild spirit. Nonetheless, Nostro and his personality is the same as his combative style: blunt, aggressive, and overbearingly punishing. He is not much for small conversation, but is charmingly proficient in holding them of any kind. Any argument can quickly devolve into a fight, and he is an absolute showman when it comes to a confrontation or anything on a grander stage. He believes most aliens and species in the known galaxy have become decadent and spoiled by the march of brainwashed civilization and an end should come to life as we know it. He does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.

 

 

Equipment

 

Clothing or Armor:

 

Solid Black Bandana (Forehead)

Half-Face Mask | Red/Blk/Wht

Premium Gorraslug-Leather Jacket | Red/Black/White - Red Thrysian Sun

Numatra Snakehide Boots (Feet)

 

 

Weapon:

Common Inventory: Flask, ID, Credits

Stored Possessions:

 

Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain

Old masterpiece painting

Embroidered silk and velvet mantle with numerous moonstones

Carved flute of exotic wood with ivory inlay and exotic gems

Jeweled Ring

Ceremonial Dagger with a star ruby in the pommel

 

 

Faction Information

 

Force User 

Alignment: ???

Current Faction Affiliation:

 

 

Parallax Chain is a group of illicit thrill-seekers composed mostly of former mercenaries, mandalorian tribesmen and Sun Guard veterans.

 

 

Current Faction Rank: N/A

Profession:

 

 

The Onslaught | Combat Challenge (Parallax Chain Specific)

Professional Swoop Racer (Sponsored)

Shockboxing (Pan-galactic Championship Contender/Favorite, disqualified due to alleged criminal charges)

Akivan Bare-Knuckle Boxing (Quarterly Bouts)

 

 

 

Known Skills:

 

Echani Martial Art (Exceptional)

Thrysian Martial Art (Locked) (TBD)

 

Due to the all-encompassing use of combat in all levels of the Echani/Thrysian culture, they were seen by others as having the ability to predict their opponent's next move. This was not a biological trait inherent to the Echani or their subspecies. Instead, it arose from a culture where combat was seen as the truest form of communication. Enormous natural strength combined with tremendous skill in differing martial arts resulted in a supreme combatant that earned his way. Very intimidating when he wanted to be, knowing just how to glower and growl to make even the staunchest enemy cower in fear. An absolute monster of a Thrysian, Kraven had been fighting and competing in the Outer Rim circuits of sporting events for years and showed no signs of stopping or slowing down, whether illegal or not. Of all the known athletes garnering fame, he holds an ominous distinction of killing most of the opponents to oppose him in any sport.

 

 

History:

 

 

Background:

 

Current: 

 

Several individuals were approached by a separate, otherwise unidentified being and offered the chance to take the trip of a lifetime, a first class ticket for that individual aboard the Sorcerer’s Light, an aged M-class luxury liner. Tickets aboard such a vessel are limited to only the wealthiest of the wealthy, as the services and accommodations are said to be rivaled by none but that of the Imperial Palace in its heyday. Nostro was advised against the parlay, but tipped his hat to the excursion based on the network that would be available to him by wealth alone. The team of adventurers, drawn from all walks of life, were recruited by one solitary shadowy figure with wormy digits in proverbial pies across the known galaxy, and that was where his career took an unexpected turn..

 

Quote

"The dark presence seemed to swirl in the suddenly still air, uncirculated by the shipwide air processing system. Some might even swear they heard a maniacal cackle radiating through The Force and then it was gone; present, but not prodding, moving along the dark lines of chaotic fear and terror that now circulated freely throughout the ship. Once account was taken for those present, it would appear that the celebrity combatant, Nostro Kraven had been overcome by fear, illness, or some other form of invisible and/or microscopic attacker. He lay there sprawled in his deck chair, his mouth hanging wide open, a single strand of spittle starting to trace its way down his chin, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared off into the dark nothingness before him, seeing nothing, overcome by an absolute paralytic sense of fear. He had been touched, but by what?"

 

The details of the excursion are left to the memories of those that survived it, but for the illustrious superstar, his mind had become a ruin. The trace of what had happened, or even who he was, eagerly became a struggle to recollect. Words filled his mind, but his lips and tongue refused to speak out. There had been a power that had benumbed him before he could ever witness what the true purpose of that vessel held for him. His abduction was swift, and of an intent that went undiscovered. The ties to his past had been severed, and for now, he clawed to life as a wandering and penniless slave.

 

Edited February 27, 2019 by Berserker