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Gaia Name: Anonymous_Alcoholic.
Name: Zasz.
Age: Twenty-eight.
Gender: Male.
Race: Zabrak.
Height: 6'
Weight: 225lbs. [including equipment and armor]
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Merc.
Alignment: Himself.
Faction: -blank-
Personality: With his loyalty to the credits, and not the client, Zasz is utterly ruthless, brutal, and efficient in completing a contract, and only the exact wording of the contract. Nothing else. If a contract says to kill someone, he'll kill that someone. No prisoners, no negotiation. He has no problem going back on his word, shooting someone in the back while they sleep, and use children as hostages. He's willing to do whatever is necessary to survive and complete the contract. The weird thing is, he doesn't need the money he gets. He's already rich. He does what he does mostly for fun and fame.
Don't take his brutal nature for stupidity, though. He is quite the intelligent, cunning, and crafty gun for hire.
Weapon(s): Sonic Rifle; Sonic Heavy Blaster; Wookiee Bowcaster; Vibro-sword with a Cortosis and Phrik weave; pure Cortosis short sword; thermal detonators; sonic; gas [non-lethal]; flashbang; and plasma grenades; as well as a SoroSuub GLX Firelance. Lastly, he has a few electro-collers for when he captures his mark.
Two wrist-mounted blade-throwing; dart [filled with Sennari, a lethal, fast-acting toxin] launching; cable/grappling hook launching; flame-throwing; 6,000 language translating; specialized wrist-links. Powered by small, yet powerful, shielded batteries.
Accessories:
Not much of a accessory, but he keeps a small Ysalamir as a pet. It is always on his shoulder, or close enough to keep him inside the Force-neutral bubble it projects. Usually kept inside his armor, which it prefers. Her name is Gub-Gub.
Basic battle-armor, provides protection from the elements, small-arms ballistics and some small resistance to Force mind manipulation techniques, like Mind Trick. A small jeckpack is affixed to the back, and while not as fast or as powerful as Boba Fetts' own, it is useful.
His armor has an electromesh/Beskar kind of alloy that it is made of, being highly resistant to energy weapons, including lightsabers. It is also very durable, and quite comfortable. The electromesh provides flexibility, comfort, and more protection from energy-weapons, barring lightsabers.
The helmet provides a very basic HUD system, providing basic target information [distance, species, and name if programmed into the wrist link], as well as night vision and infrared spectrum vision. It also includes a sonic dampener, as well as an air filter that lasts for about an hour. A built-in pair of microbinoculars are built in, magnifying up to 10x. That's it.


Transportation: His own ship, the Irredeemable.
Home World: Iridonia.





Hatred: While not something he can use to choke a man from fifty meters away, or anything as grandiose, his hatred for everything has an odd effect on Zasz. While it does not give him any special, super abilities, by focusing on his hatred he can shut out pain and distraction for long periods of time. He has even blocked out mind tricks and other manipulations at times.



Highly intelligent, cunning, and taciturn.
Very perceptive and observant.
Expert hand-to-hand combatant.
Competent fencer/swordsman.
Expert marksman.
Athletic, to the point of Olympic-level.
Skilled hunter/tracker.
Adequate pilot.
Small resistance to Mind Tricks.
Knowledgeable in torture and interrogation techniques.
Despite having a translator, he can still speak and write in Basic; Bocco; Dosh; Durese; Mando'a and Zabraki.



Zasz had a hard life. He grew up hating Jedi, hating Sith, hating his parents and his people. He grew up hating everything. He hated his parents because they never really paid him much attention, instead they threw money his way. He hated Jedi and Sith because he wasn't one, and their arrogant attitude angered him. He hated his people because they were ugly. Zasz was angry and hateful through his entire childhood, from the day he could form memories up until he left the planet, hate was a constant companion. He wasn't teased, nor was he bullied or the target of malcontent. He was just hateful, resentful of the wealth his parents had and their indifference towards him. He was less of a son and more of a thorn in their side, and a future heir to their vast wealth. Zasz grew up on the homeworld, Iridonia, a violent world. He quickly learned to fight, not out of necessity, but for the option of delivering pain and ruin upon others. He found it as a sort of outlet for his hate. He soon began to expand his brutal repertoire, from marksmanship to fencing, even venturing into interrogation and torture techniques. His parents tried to dissuade him from his present course, one that seemed to be destined to end in a cantina in a few years, but Zasz paid them no mind. He knew, or believed, they did not care for him. He continued, despite their protests. It was necessary, as Iridonia was a harsh, unforgiving place. A large bank account did not save one from an assassin.

One night, after contemplating it for weeks, Zasz murdered his parents for their money. He would have gotten it when they died, or he could have asked, but he wasn't in the asking or waiting mood. With his parents dead, and the family fortune rightfully his, Zasz closed down his parents lucrative weapons manufacturing company, took every last credit, bought a ship and headed for the stars. He hasn't looked back since. He had found a new purpose in life.

Freedom.
Other: Zasz, under his armor, is much like the average Zabrak. His skin is reddish-brown; his eyes are a lovely purple color; and his horns form a small crown around his head. He is completely devoid of hair. Unlike most Zabrak males, he has a rough baritone tone to his voice. He does not like many machines, or droids, and as such he is not very skilled in maintaining, repairing, or hacking either.

Gaia Name: Anonymous_alcoholic.
Name: Lucian Tyris.
Age: Twenty-five.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 150lbs.
Alignment: Dark Side, a dur.
Faction: (Leave this Blank for Now)
Personality: Very affable and respectful, to the point of being a very nice person to know. A real gentleman in a universe full of wretched scum and villany. However, he is still a horrible person and is not above killing, plotting, manipulating, or whatever he needs to do to get what he wants. All he wants is power, through any means, from any where. He's just really affable. He's also, despite what many believe is the "norm" for Sith, very into dressing fashionably. He eschews the dark, dismal robes in favor of the latest Corellian styles, which he has enough to afford. After all, he's rich and refined, unlike a certain Dark Lord of the Sith.

On the flip side, when he decides to show his true colors, he's just as cold and evil as every other Sith Lord in the Galaxy. He's still very affable about it, just a little more... Evil. Like every cold and brutal Sith Lord out there, Lucian has no trouble with slicing into children or ruining the culture of an old and honorable species. He can be as sadistic as every other Sith, if not more so. It's just that he would rather keep things civil.

He's a very arrogant and condescending man, as well as sarcastic and snarky. He's like this almost off of the time, especially with those he consideres beneath him, such as Jedi or the odd politician. He's rarely every like this around his master, for the obvious reasons, but he does it when he's sure he can get away with it. He's also a sneaky, manipulative, ruthless b*****d. Then again, so is every other Sith.
Lightsaber Style: Single Bladed dueling lightsaber. He's very reserved and economic in his movements.
Lightsaber Form: Tràkata (mastered), Makashi (mastered), Soresu (mastered).
Lightsaber Color: Green. Yes, he feels like being contrary.
Lightsaber Upgrades: None.
Rank: Apprentice to Darth Magestus; Sith Lord in actuality.
Class: Sith Lord.
Accessories: Several rings, each holding a stone of varying color and size. Each stone changes color and size at random times, giving the illusion that Lucian owns an unlimited number of rings. He dropped a lot of cash on each, and each are very dear to him.

While on Korriban, he found a very old, yet very well-preserved, Sith Tremor Sword. Seeing that the edge still held a very sharp edge, and knowing from his research that these blades had a cortosis-laced blade and were awarded only to Masterblades, Lucian kept it and has used it ever since. Lucian hopes to live up to the reputation of those long-lost masters of slaying lightsaber-wielding combatants, possibly even bringing them back if his own Sith Empire ever becomes a reality. The blade is coated in Senflax, a potent neurotoxin that is the product of a plant only found within the jungles of Cadannia. It is a yellow liquid that is primarily used as a sedative which allows an individual to remain conscious while simultaneously numbing all physical sensation. It induces paralysis in the body's primary muscles, though it has no effect on vital organs regardless of the administered dosage. Senflax also interrupts an individual's mental capacities, disrupting the concentration required to manipulate the Force.

Transportation: Whatever his master is piloting at the time. Force Travel if alone or a ship is unaccessable.
Home World: Coruscant.





Force Lightning, a dur.
Force Choke.
Force Crush.
Force Deflection.
Force Absorb.
Force Drain.
Breath Control.
Force Scream.
Force Illusion/Projection.
Sith Alchemy.
Force Travel.
Force Insanity. [Most advanced form of Force Fear.]
Drain Knowledge.
The Basics [Push, Pull, Jump, Speed, Saber Throw, Mind Trick.]




None yet.



Naturally charismatic.
Highly intelligent.
Highly Athletic.
Expert Swordsman/Fencer.



All you need to know about Mr. Tyris is that he's dangerous.