Character Name: Dezahn fil Ligrhan
Race: Kaleesh
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye Color: Yellow
Personality: When not menacingly brooding in the shadows, Dezahn is the perfect exemplar of Kaleesh ferocity. In a fight, he remains on the offensive, whether using melee weapons or blasters. Outside of a fight, he willfully ignores those who he does not wish to speak to. When he does speak, his tone is often harsh and insulting (save when he speaks with one of the few non-Kaleesh that he is able to tolerate).
Class: Bounty Hunter
Rank: Mercenary
Allegiance: Not force users.
Lightsaber: N/A
Lightsaber Form/ Mastery level: N/A
Weapons:
- Czerka Outland Rifle
- Model 434 blaster pistols
- Lig Sword
- Grenades (Frag, Flash-Bang, Smoke, and Carbonite)
Gear/ Equipment:
- Traditional Kaleesh desert apparel (bandage-like wrappings for the arms and legs, and animal-skinned tunic and cape)
- Medium Durasteel shoulder armor
- Kaleesh mask (two long blood marks above and below the outer edge of the eyes, two sharp blood marks below the inner edge of the eyes, and a large crescent that overlaps both at the left eye)
Force Abilities: N/A
Starship/ Specs: Vaya-class Scout ship
- Left-most engines replaced with larger, more dependable models (makes the ship heavier and less maneuverable though)
- Two heavy, forward mounted laser-cannons
- Heavy shield-generator
- Concealed Ion-Cannon
- Concussion Missile Launcher
Biography: Born of the Lig tribe, Dezahn grew within the harsh desert conditions of Kalee. Raised as a brutal, yet honorable hunter and warrior, his life was never without the threat of death. He went on great hunts, fought in many a tribal war, and killed an outsider or two who mistook their place on his planet.
For the longest time, Dezahn had not found a female that he felt was worthy to be his bride. This changed on a particular hunt where, while stringing an arrow for a kill, his prey was pounced upon by another hunter, who he quickly noticed was oddly proportioned in certain areas. Angered that his hunt had been interrupted, by a woman no less, Dezahn lept from his hiding place, Lig sword drawn. The ensuing fight was far more challenging than he expected and ended with a knife at his throat while he pointed his Lig sword at hers. Impressed by the female warrior’s skill, he demanded her name, which she replied with Vosha din Bavrah. He found amusement in her first name, earning him a quip from her along the lines of “Didn’t have to be to defeat you”, silencing him and narrowing his eyes. The two parted ways, him begrudgingly conceding the kill to her yet also gaining a strange interest in this woman who’d named herself “Elite”.
After a few more encounters and a few woefully unsuccessful attempts at courting later, Dezahn convinced Vosha to become his wife. The two worked far more effectively at hunting together than opposed and, after a while, Dezahn gained the news that Vosha was expecting. However, before the more obvious signs of pregnancy had the chance to appear, the tribe gained an unexpected visitor.
This visitor, arriving by speeder from Kaleela, was dressed in long robes and carried a strange, silver cylinder. The outsider spoke words of peace, but was far too friendly and gave off what the elders described as spiritual tremors. After about a week of the outsider living with the tribe, there came another, this time in the dead of night. From then on, Dezahn never forgot the call of the war horns as the intruder appeared, the cries as warriors struck at and were cut down by blades of light, the sound of breath leaving Vosha’s punctured lung. Though the night ended with the intruder dead at the feet of the outsider, Dezahn cared not. He approached the outsider, still breathless from their battle with the intruder, and stabbed his Lig sword through their back. He then glanced into the sky, seeing a lonely crescent moon above the village. Reaching down into the puddle of fresh blood, he traced that same moon across the left eye of his mask.
Days after the incident had occurred, he disappeared into the night, leaving his tribe and the grave of his love behind.
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