Raziell
| Turel Kain | |
| Military Information | |
| Callsign: |
Raziell |
| Rank: | |
| Position: | |
| Division: | |
| Physical Description | |
| Gender: |
Male |
| Skin color: |
Black |
| Height: |
1.8 Meters |
| Weight: |
180lbs. |
| Eyes: |
Emerald |
| Biographical Information | |
| Homeworld: |
Uvena Prime |
| Species: |
Shistavanen |
| Age: |
25 |
| Languages: |
Basic |
| Fighting Style: |
Wampa Do |
Contents
Bio[edit]
Appearance[edit]
Turel Kain is an average height Shistavanen with jet black fur and emerald eyes. Through his years of barely surviving on the streets and guarding a refugee camp, Turel's musculature has diminished from athletic and broad to lithely built and agile. His fur is well groomed and taken care of, as he had seen too many of his kind fall victim to fleas or skin diseases, and vowed to never let that happen to him. His tail is often decorated with a thick silver bracelet he found during his years as a drifter. His fingernails are black and clawed, and he makes sure they are sharp as knives in case he finds himself without an actual weapon.
Personality[edit]
Raziell was thrust into a society full of loners, and as such has trouble connecting with those around him on a deep and meaningful level. Because he has been doing odd jobs on Uvena Prime, he has acquired a set of numerous skills, and because some of these jobs weren’t exactly legal, he can be paranoid at times. Due to his species having predatory instincts, he is aggressive towards those he deems prey, and also protective of those he deems friendly. Things he deems “not right” anger him, and while he utilizes his anger and hatred in combat, he is not an extremely angry person.
History[edit]
The Shistavanen people, notorious for keeping to themselves and not trusting others, routinely find themselves at odds with their youth. Those that wish to leave their homeworlds and travel the stars become outsiders in a species of outsiders, and sadly Raziell found himself to be among the loneliest of the outcasts. With the natural instincts and senses of a predator, and the basic training with his local militia, Raziell learned how to fend for himself and survive.
As soon as Raziell acquired the necessary funds, he yearned for a thrilling hunt that would pump his veins full of adrenaline, and eventually found himself surrounded by the ebb and flow of Nar Shadda. It didn’t take long for the black pelted creature to find work protecting the local refugees from the various gangs and punks that infected that area of space. The sight of people suffering pumped the Wolf full of anger, and he gladly did what was necessary to ensure the safety of his employers. Rarely did he get paid in credits, but he found himself taking the items he wanted from the corpses of his enemies.
Eventually, the role of protector grew tiresome, and he abandoned those he once protected to try and join up with an actually military to couple actual training with his experience as a survivor.
