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Name: Draksk Hssillrin
Age: 20 years.
Gender: Male.
Specie: Trandoshan.
Class: Scout/Hunter
Hair Color: None.
Eye Color: Brownish-gold.
Appearance: Draksk has dark green skin and narrow, brown-golden eyes. He has slanted, thin eyes and is about 6'2". His hands are large, clawed, and clumsy. His thick, scaly skin is tough and there are raised ridges on his head that look slightly like elongated ears. He wears light armor made by Isshurra and a dark gray cloak. The dark red armor is beginning to rust on the edges, but it is still strong and formiddable looking.
Draksk is armed with a double-bladed vibrosword and a Bowcaster, which he uses as a sign of closeness with his friend. He also has a paring knife concealed in his boot, and a blastor pistol under his cloak attached to his belt. He sometimes uses a Plasma Projector, loving the feel of such a powerful weapon, and he rarely fights with his claws, having taken up the Wookiee ideal that claws were tools, not weapons.
Personality: Draksk is laid back, calm, and full of laughter and mischievousness. He doesn't like killing for no reason, but give him a reason to hurt someone and he'll enjoy every last second of it. Draksk loves competing, and often does things simply to prove he is better. He is somewhat of a trickster, and pulls pranks on people shamelessly.
Draksk is also compassionate. He does not believe in wronging others simply for personal gain, and helps less fortunate people when he is in the position to. Draksk is lighthearted and cheerful, and always looks at the bright side of things, though he can get a little sarcastic at times. He loves the hunt, and chasing down powerful beasts, and his apartment in Nar Shadaa's Red Sector is full of trophies from past kills. He is a proud man-err, lizard-and doesn't take kindly to insults.
Likes: Hunting, food, helping people, Isshurra, his ship: The Catalyst.
Dislikes: His homeworld, bounty hunters, murderers, nobles.
Strengths: Draksk is strong and quick, and has a sharp mind.
Weaknesses: He is very clumsy with his large, clawed hands, and cannot handle small things easily. His pride can also get him into trouble.
Powers: None.
History: Draksk was born on Trandosha, and at a young age loved to hunt and display his trophies. When he was sixteen years old, his father bought a slave girl and was incredibly mean to her because he believed he would gain jagganath points with The Scorekeeper by hurting her. As he saw this treatment, he began to loath The Scorekeeper and everything she stood for. One year after his father bought the girl, Draksk left Trandosha to go on a hunt. This was his coming-of-age ritual that all Trandoshans had to participate in. He had to hunt. And kill.
Kill a Wookiee.
Draksk arrived on Kashyyyk in high hopes. He couldn't wait to make the most presitigious kill of his lifetime. Wookiees were savage creatures and did not think like normal sentients, or so the young Trandoshan had been taught. Within days of entering the thick forests of Kashyyyk, two of his hunting party were killed by Blastails, and Draksk and two others were left. They encountered the Wookiees one fortnight after their arrival. The furry sentients were prepared, and killed the two remaining companions of Draksk. Knowing there was no way he could win against this obviously intelligent species, he ran.
He ran for what must have been hours, and when he finally believed himself to be out of the Wookies' range, he stopped to rest under one of the huge wroshyr trees. He didn't get to rest for long, though, because two katarn appeared out of the shadows, teeth bared and ratlike tails snapping.
Draksk wasn't about to go down without a fight, and he prepared his Trandoshan double-bladed vibrosword. The lizard-like creatures leapt at him, and he barely managed to kill one of them before the other bit off his right hand. Hissing with pain and unable to fight (right-handed), with blood spurting from the bloody stump that was once his hand, Draksk fell back.
But the unexpected happened, the second katarn, which had been advancing with intent to kill, fell over, dead. Draksk, dilirious with pain, believed it was faking, and stayed tense and alert. He nearly fell out of his skin when a Wookiee stepped out of the shadows behind the dead body, holding a Bowcaster. The Wookiee kept his weapon trained on the Trandoshan, and Draksk was sure he would be killed.
But instead, the Wookiee growled, "Come, lizard, you need medical attention."
Draksk was confused, weren't Wookiees savages? Bloodthirsty killers? He could understand what the creature was saying because he had been taught at a young age how to speak Shyriiwook. "What do you want with me, savage?" he spat back.
The Wookiee didn't answer, and took a few steps closer to Draksk. The large, furry alien didn't see the Blastail prowling through the bushes behind him. The Wookiee had saved him, it would be dihonorable not to return the favor. Draksk threw his vibrosword at the feline creature, just missing the Wookiee by a few inches and spearing the Blastail through the chest. The cat yowled in pain and fell dead, spasming.
The Wookiee was surprised, and so was Draksk. He had just protected one of his kind's worst enemies. That was punishable by exile and death. The two aliens stared at each other, and finally, after a few moments of surprised silence, Draksk bowed as well as he could considering he was injured and on the brink of collapse. When he straightened, he was shocked to see the Wookiee bowing also.
"You saved my life." Draksk said, as if in a trance.
"You also saved mine." the Wookiee growled.
There was a long pause in which Draksk attempted to stem the slow flow of blood from his hand, which was already beginning to regenerate. He looked up, "I owe you my life." he said slowly, thinking hard. He came to a decision. His people were clearly wrong about these large, furry creatures, they were far from savages. "I pledge myself to you." he said, bowing lower, "A life debt only to be broken by death."
The Wookiee grunted in surprise, and nodded, "And so I pledge to you." he growled. The two sat there for a long time, watching each other, until the Wookiee was stirred into action by a creature calling in the distance, "Come, lizard, you are injured." he barked, nearing and grabbing the Trandoshan's uninjured arm with his large, pawlike hands and lifting him up with ease.
"I will take you to my village."
Draksk nodded, and they managed to avoid any more conflict with wild creatures on the way to Rwookworro (sp?). The Wookiees reacted violently to Draksk's presence, some tried to kill him-and he couldn't blame them, for his people had slaughtered many of their kind. The Wookiee who had saved Draksk, whom he learned was named Isshurra, told them he had pledged a life-debt, and a council was held with the two young aliens on 'trial'.
The cheiftan decided that they would not kill the young adults, but they could not tolerate such a breach in Wookiee culture and life code. Draksk and Isshurra were banished from Kashyyyk.
The two quickly became friends, barring a few initial fights, (Draksk's hand grew back within the next year) and took the next ship off of the Wookiee planet to Tatooine, where Draksk had heard of many huntable creatures. With what little currency they had, they bought additional equipment, and went out to hunt Desert Wraids. They became the best-albeit strangest-hunters on the planet, bringing in much profit, most of which they used to buy better weapons and equipment.
And one day, almost a year after their meeting, word came to them of a Krayt Dragon nestling in the Dune Hills miles away from Anchorhead. The two immediately set out, armed with their strongest weapons. They took the creature down with honor, using weapons and strength instead of sly tactics.
They became rich off of the dragon's corpse, especially the Krayt Dragon Pearls, and bought a ship they named 'The Catalyst'. It was a large, new ship with gray and black paneling. It handled well, and was one of the fastest ships in the galaxy (not as fast as the Hawk, though ^-^), and Draksk and Isshurra traveled to Nar Shadaa, a good place for people like them to live.
They bought an apartment and though they travel a lot, they return every week or month or so to check up on their things and have a good time at the cantina. The first time they came back, they caught a theif red-handed stealing from their apartment. The two friends beat him senseless and hung him naked from a pole in the middle of the Nar Shadaa Red Sector for all to see.
No one ever stole from them again.
During their travels, Draksk learned of his father being tortured and slaughtered by the slave girl he had felt so bad for. In a way, he was happy that the girl had done what she had done, but he was also sad that her innocence was now gone and her hands were tainted with blood.
Over the years, the Trandoshan and Wookie's friendship and their bond has grown stronger as they saved each others' lives, fought side-by-side, and got out of problem after problem together. Now Draksk and Isshurra are inseperable, and make the strangest companions the galaxy has ever seen. Two races burning with hate, allied in these two young hunters.
((Lame history, I know, especially the ending, but all they really have done for the last two years is hunt stuff and go on vacations))
Family: Mother on Trandosha; Father dead.
Other Info: There he is, isn't he a cutie? ^.^
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Name: Isshurra Lowkazza
Age: 18 years.
Gender: Male.
Specie: Wookiee.
Class: Scout/Hunter
Hair Color: Dark, blackish brown with hints of silvery gray around his neck and chest.
Eye Color: Brown.
Appearance: Isshurra is especially tall, almost seven foot six, and has a large, muscled body. His paws have apposable thumbs and retractable claws, and are very large. He walks barefoot, and his feet have claws, also. His fur is shaggy and straight, and is softer than most Wookies' fur. There is a crest of silver-gray around his chest and shoulders that gives him a mature look.
He always wears a black ammo halter that Draksk constructed for him. It crosses over his chest, over his shoulders and down his back to come back and meet around his waist. Isshurra is armed with a particularly large bowcaster that he built himself, and two long, curved Ryyk blades. He keeps a Clarion strapped to his armor halter, which he uses to signal Draksk when they are separated on a hunt.
Personality: Isshurra is very matter-of-fact, as most wookiees are, and often states situations in a brutally honest way, which tends to bother some people. His mood is usually very temperate, but if you set him off, he goes into rages. And wookiees are a terrifying sight when they are angry. He is easily enticed by food, and eats it whenever he can, and he is especially resilient to alcoholic beverages' side effects. The dark wookiee is a little reckless, being young, and sometimes gets himself into trouble. Isshurra is extremely loyal and will die to protect those he loves.
Likes: Food, friends, honor, family.
Dislikes: Murder, 'mad-claws', dishonorable kills, cruelty, an empty stomach.
Strengths: Isshurra has EXTREME strength, beyond the strength a human could ever achieve without the Force, and he is deathly loyal.
Weaknesses: Isshurra isn't stupid, but he isn't exactly smart (though he is wise). He is also a bit clumsy when it comes to fighting, though when teamed with Draksk, they create a whirlwind of spinning blades.
Powers: None.
History: Isshurra was born in a wookiee village on Kashyyyk called Rwookworro. When he was about five years of age, his father went out on a hunt and was killed by a Wyyyschokk (also called a Webweaver). Isshurra and his mother, Ryyharra, were sad, but it was an honorable death, and so they believed he made it to roam the Shadowlands.
Isshurra made his first trip into the Shadowlands when he was twelve years old. He snuck down by climbing the trees, taking only a Ryyk blade and a small bowcaster. After only a few moments, he was attacked by an Uller. The large horned creature had been grazing when he dropped down next to it. The Uller started, and charged, sending Isshurra scrambling for the nearest tree. He managed to climb high enough to be safe, but the Uller was angry now, and began to ram the tree.
Luckily, the noise of the angry beast reverbrated up to his village, and they sent a group of wookiees to investigate. They found Isshurra clinging to a nearly shredded tree, trying to stay as far away from the Uller as possible. They chased the creature off and brought him back to the village, where he was made the laughingstock.
This only pushed him to be more mischievous to prove he was strong. He got into trouble countless times for the next two years, almost getting killed quite a few times. When he turned fourteen, however, he became more serious and devoted his time to training and learning the ways of the Shadowlands and the hunt. He became a prized member of his village within a year, and was inaugurated into the bands of scouts who patrolled and hunted on the forest floor.
When he was sixteen, he received word of Trandoshans in their territory. He had heard tales of these beasts that hunted his people like animals, and he lead the patrol that went after them. They managed to kill two of the lizard aliens, but one escaped, disappearing into the trees.
Isshurra went after him, anger coursing through his veins, and the sentient ran for nearly two hours, surprising the wookiee. But he kept on the Trandoshan's tail, and finally it collapsed under a tree. Isshurra neared, but stopped when two Katarn appeared from the shadows. They attacked the Trandoshan, and the alien barely managed to kill one before his hand was bitten off by the second.
Isshurra saw him fall back, bleeding profusely but still prepared to fight, and he was moved by the will to live that this monster had in him. The wookiee hefted his blaster, and before the second Katarn could move in for the kill, it fell dead, a blaster bolt from Isshurra's bowcaster in the back of it's head.
Isshurra, with a strange sense of pride and the feeling he needed to protect the creature in front of him, stepped from the shadows. "Come, lizard," he growled, "You need medical attention.
((Everything below is the same as the end of the first history, so you don't have to read it. Not to mention I was lazy and didn't change it from Draksk's view to Isshurra's, so it won't make sense ^-^;;))
Draksk was confused, weren't Wookiees savages? Bloodthirsty killers? He could understand what the creature was saying because he had been taught at a young age how to speak Shyriiwook. "What do you want with me, savage?" he spat back.
The Wookiee didn't answer, and took a few steps closer to Draksk. The large, furry alien didn't see the Blastail prowling through the bushes behind him. The Wookiee had saved him, it would be dihonorable not to return the favor. Draksk threw his vibrosword at the feline creature, just missing the Wookiee by a few inches and spearing the Blastail through the chest. The cat yowled in pain and fell dead, spasming.
The Wookiee was surprised, and so was Draksk. He had just protected one of his kind's worst enemies. That was punishable by exile and death. The two aliens stared at each other, and finally, after a few moments of surprised silence, Draksk bowed as well as he could considering he was injured and on the brink of collapse. When he straightened, he was shocked to see the Wookiee bowing also.
"You saved my life." Draksk said, as if in a trance.
"You also saved mine." the Wookiee growled.
There was a long pause in which Draksk attempted to stem the slow flow of blood from his hand, which was already beginning to regenerate. He looked up, "I owe you my life." he said slowly, thinking hard. He came to a decision. His people were clearly wrong about these large, furry creatures, they were far from savages. "I pledge myself to you." he said, bowing lower, "A life debt only to be broken by death."
The Wookiee grunted in surprise, and nodded, "And so I pledge to you." he growled. The two sat there for a long time, watching each other, until the Wookiee was stirred into action by a creature calling in the distance, "Come, lizard, you are injured." he barked, nearing and grabbing the Trandoshan's uninjured arm with his large, pawlike hands and lifting him up with ease.
"I will take you to my village."
Draksk nodded, and they managed to avoid any more conflict with wild creatures on the way to Rwookworro (sp?). The Wookiees reacted violently to Draksk's presence, some tried to kill him-and he couldn't blame them, for his people had slaughtered many of their kind. The Wookiee who had saved Draksk, whom he learned was named Isshurra, told them he had pledged a life-debt, and a council was held with the two young aliens on 'trial'.
The cheiftan decided that they would not kill the young adults, but they could not tolerate such a breach in Wookiee culture and life code. Draksk and Isshurra were banished from Kashyyyk.
The two quickly became friends, barring a few initial fights, (Draksk's hand grew back within the next year) and took the next ship off of the Wookiee planet to Tatooine, where Draksk had heard of many huntable creatures. With what little currency they had, they bought additional equipment, and went out to hunt Desert Wraids. They became the best-albeit strangest-hunters on the planet, bringing in much profit, most of which they used to buy better weapons and equipment.
And one day, almost a year after their meeting, word came to them of a Krayt Dragon nestling in the Dune Hills miles away from Anchorhead. The two immediately set out, armed with their strongest weapons. They took the creature down with honor, using weapons and strength instead of sly tactics.
They became rich off of the dragon's corpse, especially the Krayt Dragon Pearls, and bought a ship they named 'The Cataclysm'. It was a large, new ship with gray and black paneling. It handled well, and was one of the fastest ships in the galaxy (not as fast as the Hawk, though ^-^), and Draksk and Isshurra traveled to Nar Shadaa, a good place for people like them to live.
They bought an apartment and though they travel a lot, they return every week or month or so to check up on their things and have a good time at the cantina. The first time they came back, they caught a theif red-handed stealing from their apartment. The two friends beat him senseless and hung him naked from a pole in the middle of the Nar Shadaa Red Sector for all to see.
No one ever stole from them again.
Over the years, the Trandoshan and Wookie's friendship and their bond has grown stronger as they saved each others' lives, fought side-by-side, and got out of problem after problem together. Now Draksk and Isshurra are inseperable, and make the strangest companions the galaxy has ever seen. Two races burning with hate, allied in these two young hunters.
Family: Mother, Ryyharra, on Kashyyyk; Father dead.
Other Info: Nope. Hehe, I just had to alter this bio 'cause I realized when I was reading through them that I forgot to do these last two fields for Issy ^-^;
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