Post by Mss'kar on Nov 13, 2012 12:53:53 GMT -5
Name: Mss’kar’ka (Mss’kar or Mss for short)
Race: Ssi-ruuk
Age: 23
Gender: Hermaphroditic (dominantly Male)
Faction: None
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance: Mss’kar stands at a dwarfing 3.2 meters, larger than the rest of his race of Ssi-ruuk. Being the Second Keeramak to be born, his armor-like scales are rainbow-like, glistening with the colors of each of the Ssi-ruuvi skin types. He wears no true clothing, merely a bandoleer that holds a utility belt.
NPCs: None
Personality: Mss’kar is more caring than other Ssi-ruuk, being exposed to abuse and condemnation at an early age. His morals quickly developed to discern the wrongful way he was treated from how a true being was. From it, he learned to respect life, show generosity, and aid others in their time of need. He is also prone to mood swings, his femininity sometimes taking over.
Weapons: Ion Paddle beamer
Ship: None
History: Mss’kar was born out of the temptation of a red scaled and brown scaled Ssi-ruuk. The former was an officer in the Imperium navy, attracted to the beauty of the enslaved P’w’eck girl who was Mss’kar’s mother. Being stationed on the planet of Lwhekk, he maintained an affair with the slave, treating her with some respect behind closed doors, if only to get closer to her.
However, it all came crashing down when the P’w’eck was discovered to be with child. The officer, not wanting to have a scandal on the rise, bought the girl from her previous owner, ensuring no one in the military could learn of his lustful dealing. He managed to keep it secret for a long while until the egg was laid, and decided to hide it away at a friend’s residence where the slave girl could care for it yet he could easily seem unconnected to both.
As he left to another consecrated world for assignment, the P’w’eck girl watched over her unborn child, for it was all she could now do while being held prisoner in a secreted basement. Months had gone by, and to her it seemed the Ssi-ruuk child had become stillborn, death before true birth. She slowly wasted away then, having nothing to live for.
Her final, decrepit moments in the nightmare world of reality may have been what she would consider her greatest. With every breath that left her, she noticed, the egg she thought would never hatch began to pulsate with life, throb with essence. Her glazing eyes slowly set on the sight of the tough outer shell of the egg breaking away to reveal a Ssi-ruuk blessed with the scales of all the castes in Ssi-ruuvi society, a harbinger of change to come. As she died, the true Keeramak was born…
The newborn did not go unnoticed, for almost as soon as his mother perished, the warden of the basement prison chanced a look upon his captive. The multi-colored scales of the child surprised him greatly, almost to the point of exterminating it himself. Yet, he believed himself above such thing, and instead reported the hatchling to the Conclave.
The religious sect that ruled part of the Imperium were nearly startled to hear of another Keeramak being born. They were not slow to point out the chaos that ensued during the first’s reign, and were determined to ensure that another prophecy could not be fulfilled. As soon as the child was discretely delivered to them, they quickly locked it away in the heretical chambers below their holy place.
There, in another prison, Mss’kar was raised. He was allowed to live as no more than a slave, although a closely kept secret from the rest of the Imperium. P’w’ecks and those branded as “heretics” were who he considered friends as he grew to know and work with them. They were also his teachers, giving him lessons on how to speak and read and write when their masters did not pay mind to them. His scales made him well respected with the Conclave slaves, all privately acknowledging him as the real Keeramak who would free them from the shackles of slavery.
Years passed quickly, with little changing around Mss’kar. However, he was the one changing, recognizing extraordinary senses he never knew before. He could feel his surroundings, albeit vaguely, and cause some form of manipulation with his emotions. It was not a forgettable event that he caused one day, when the threats of entechment were being spewed at him that he caused a sacred goblet to fly and strike the verbal assailant in the back of the skull, dashing him from his wit for more than a week. The Conclave was greatly disturbed by the Ssi-ruu, ready to be rid of him.
After a long debate within the Council, fear began to rise in the Conclave. They could no longer keep Mss’kar within their confines, for they believed he would become powerful enough to destroy them from the inside out. And so, discrete as ever, they placed him aboard a cruiser headed for the edge of Wild Space where another consecrated world existed. There, they could easily erase him from memory.
Journeying to the new world did not go as expected, however. During the traversal though hyperspace, the cruiser was caught in a gravity well created by the Chiss Ascendancy, pulling it from lightspeed and into an ambush. The ship was beyond saving, the crew knew, and activated the emergency escape system, which deactivated Mss’kar’s cage in the cargo hold. Mss’kar was quick to escape the hold, as it was the first area of the vessel to be penetrated and locked down to save the rest of the cruiser from depressurization.
From there, he used his nose tongues and barely developed extraordinary senses to guide his way to safety. The only sanctuary onboard were escape pods, with several remaining as most of the crew began to perish from depressurized portions of the ship they attempted to repair or make their way through. Mss’kar did not hesitate to hop into one, where he managed to program the pod by himself. It immediately jettisoned, and in the next few moments brought a horrific view of the cruiser in its death throes as it was destroyed by the Chiss onslaught.
For weeks the triangular pod sputtered through space, attempting to locate a habitable planet to land on. Within, Mss’kar was surviving on meager rations that he conserved fiercely. Other than that, he acquired some equipment including a bandoleer and utility belt and paddle beamer. Yet, it hardly aided him in finding salvation in the form of a world or preserving his slowly dwindling food supply.
Then, when Mss’kar believed all hope was lost, a planet the pod deemed habitable gleamed in the near distance. The pod was closing in, yet the Ssi-ruu could hardly keep consciousness. As he drifted into another hunger-induced sleep, Mss’kar’s eyes set on Bakura…
Roleplay Experience: Indeed I’ve RP’d before, and in quite a few places as well. I’m a quick learner!
Race: Ssi-ruuk
Age: 23
Gender: Hermaphroditic (dominantly Male)
Faction: None
Force Sensitive: Yes
Appearance: Mss’kar stands at a dwarfing 3.2 meters, larger than the rest of his race of Ssi-ruuk. Being the Second Keeramak to be born, his armor-like scales are rainbow-like, glistening with the colors of each of the Ssi-ruuvi skin types. He wears no true clothing, merely a bandoleer that holds a utility belt.
NPCs: None
Personality: Mss’kar is more caring than other Ssi-ruuk, being exposed to abuse and condemnation at an early age. His morals quickly developed to discern the wrongful way he was treated from how a true being was. From it, he learned to respect life, show generosity, and aid others in their time of need. He is also prone to mood swings, his femininity sometimes taking over.
Weapons: Ion Paddle beamer
Ship: None
History: Mss’kar was born out of the temptation of a red scaled and brown scaled Ssi-ruuk. The former was an officer in the Imperium navy, attracted to the beauty of the enslaved P’w’eck girl who was Mss’kar’s mother. Being stationed on the planet of Lwhekk, he maintained an affair with the slave, treating her with some respect behind closed doors, if only to get closer to her.
However, it all came crashing down when the P’w’eck was discovered to be with child. The officer, not wanting to have a scandal on the rise, bought the girl from her previous owner, ensuring no one in the military could learn of his lustful dealing. He managed to keep it secret for a long while until the egg was laid, and decided to hide it away at a friend’s residence where the slave girl could care for it yet he could easily seem unconnected to both.
As he left to another consecrated world for assignment, the P’w’eck girl watched over her unborn child, for it was all she could now do while being held prisoner in a secreted basement. Months had gone by, and to her it seemed the Ssi-ruuk child had become stillborn, death before true birth. She slowly wasted away then, having nothing to live for.
Her final, decrepit moments in the nightmare world of reality may have been what she would consider her greatest. With every breath that left her, she noticed, the egg she thought would never hatch began to pulsate with life, throb with essence. Her glazing eyes slowly set on the sight of the tough outer shell of the egg breaking away to reveal a Ssi-ruuk blessed with the scales of all the castes in Ssi-ruuvi society, a harbinger of change to come. As she died, the true Keeramak was born…
The newborn did not go unnoticed, for almost as soon as his mother perished, the warden of the basement prison chanced a look upon his captive. The multi-colored scales of the child surprised him greatly, almost to the point of exterminating it himself. Yet, he believed himself above such thing, and instead reported the hatchling to the Conclave.
The religious sect that ruled part of the Imperium were nearly startled to hear of another Keeramak being born. They were not slow to point out the chaos that ensued during the first’s reign, and were determined to ensure that another prophecy could not be fulfilled. As soon as the child was discretely delivered to them, they quickly locked it away in the heretical chambers below their holy place.
There, in another prison, Mss’kar was raised. He was allowed to live as no more than a slave, although a closely kept secret from the rest of the Imperium. P’w’ecks and those branded as “heretics” were who he considered friends as he grew to know and work with them. They were also his teachers, giving him lessons on how to speak and read and write when their masters did not pay mind to them. His scales made him well respected with the Conclave slaves, all privately acknowledging him as the real Keeramak who would free them from the shackles of slavery.
Years passed quickly, with little changing around Mss’kar. However, he was the one changing, recognizing extraordinary senses he never knew before. He could feel his surroundings, albeit vaguely, and cause some form of manipulation with his emotions. It was not a forgettable event that he caused one day, when the threats of entechment were being spewed at him that he caused a sacred goblet to fly and strike the verbal assailant in the back of the skull, dashing him from his wit for more than a week. The Conclave was greatly disturbed by the Ssi-ruu, ready to be rid of him.
After a long debate within the Council, fear began to rise in the Conclave. They could no longer keep Mss’kar within their confines, for they believed he would become powerful enough to destroy them from the inside out. And so, discrete as ever, they placed him aboard a cruiser headed for the edge of Wild Space where another consecrated world existed. There, they could easily erase him from memory.
Journeying to the new world did not go as expected, however. During the traversal though hyperspace, the cruiser was caught in a gravity well created by the Chiss Ascendancy, pulling it from lightspeed and into an ambush. The ship was beyond saving, the crew knew, and activated the emergency escape system, which deactivated Mss’kar’s cage in the cargo hold. Mss’kar was quick to escape the hold, as it was the first area of the vessel to be penetrated and locked down to save the rest of the cruiser from depressurization.
From there, he used his nose tongues and barely developed extraordinary senses to guide his way to safety. The only sanctuary onboard were escape pods, with several remaining as most of the crew began to perish from depressurized portions of the ship they attempted to repair or make their way through. Mss’kar did not hesitate to hop into one, where he managed to program the pod by himself. It immediately jettisoned, and in the next few moments brought a horrific view of the cruiser in its death throes as it was destroyed by the Chiss onslaught.
For weeks the triangular pod sputtered through space, attempting to locate a habitable planet to land on. Within, Mss’kar was surviving on meager rations that he conserved fiercely. Other than that, he acquired some equipment including a bandoleer and utility belt and paddle beamer. Yet, it hardly aided him in finding salvation in the form of a world or preserving his slowly dwindling food supply.
Then, when Mss’kar believed all hope was lost, a planet the pod deemed habitable gleamed in the near distance. The pod was closing in, yet the Ssi-ruu could hardly keep consciousness. As he drifted into another hunger-induced sleep, Mss’kar’s eyes set on Bakura…
Roleplay Experience: Indeed I’ve RP’d before, and in quite a few places as well. I’m a quick learner!
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