Post by grayarm on May 29, 2011 19:22:08 GMT -5
Character Name: Grayarm ("Hhrreithrrum" in Hhajjrro'thah, "Rrethhur" in Hherrenn)
Species: Native Hhahwoon Ahrnur botanybay.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=races&action=display&thread=72
Age: 41 Local years (app. 62.5 standard years) from his transformation
Gender: Male
Occupation: Refugee
Cyber Implants: AI "Pacemaker" heart implant, cyberarm with black-market stunner, optic enhancer array, standard cyberleg
Background
"History is written by the victors." - Quote from an unknown Terran Politician
Grayarm is descended from Admiral Silverfist, first Admiral of the Blood Empire's Star Navy before its disbanding. His family was particularly humiliated following the conquest of Hhahwoon by the Sector Star Fleet and was stripped of all its holdings.
Barely a newborn Arrhaff when these events took place, Grayarm only remembers them from the Encyclopedia Galactica and what little has been passed down by the surviving members of his family. Early resolving to redeem his family name, Grayarm, upon receiving the mandatory cybernetic implants at the time of his "transcending," offered himself as indentured servant to a lieutenant in the garrison of Crimson City, the former capitol of the Blood Empire. Serving as bodyguard for many years, he was finally offered passage off-planet. Grayarm was ecstatic, hoping to spread the word of his race's new benevolence and to lobby for a lifting of the occupation and planetary quarantine.
But his freedom came at a price. To make an example of this scion of the hated Silverfist Clan, Grayarm's eyes were surgically scalded and fitted with an enhancement array normally used for individuals with high photosensitivity. He was then beaten and shown to his people as a warning. The increased pain of his wounds combined with this final humiliation provided sufficient payment, and the broken "werewolf" was booked passage off-world in a tramp freighter.
It has been ten years since his life as a vagabond began. In job after humiliating job, he has served crime bosses, pimps, and drug lords all over known space. In this time, he has grown bitter and disillusioned and has cultivated a deep loathing for legal authority. His people are still slaves and his dreams of redemption and glory have died.
Species: Native Hhahwoon Ahrnur botanybay.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=races&action=display&thread=72
Age: 41 Local years (app. 62.5 standard years) from his transformation
Gender: Male
Occupation: Refugee
Cyber Implants: AI "Pacemaker" heart implant, cyberarm with black-market stunner, optic enhancer array, standard cyberleg
Background
"History is written by the victors." - Quote from an unknown Terran Politician
Grayarm is descended from Admiral Silverfist, first Admiral of the Blood Empire's Star Navy before its disbanding. His family was particularly humiliated following the conquest of Hhahwoon by the Sector Star Fleet and was stripped of all its holdings.
Barely a newborn Arrhaff when these events took place, Grayarm only remembers them from the Encyclopedia Galactica and what little has been passed down by the surviving members of his family. Early resolving to redeem his family name, Grayarm, upon receiving the mandatory cybernetic implants at the time of his "transcending," offered himself as indentured servant to a lieutenant in the garrison of Crimson City, the former capitol of the Blood Empire. Serving as bodyguard for many years, he was finally offered passage off-planet. Grayarm was ecstatic, hoping to spread the word of his race's new benevolence and to lobby for a lifting of the occupation and planetary quarantine.
But his freedom came at a price. To make an example of this scion of the hated Silverfist Clan, Grayarm's eyes were surgically scalded and fitted with an enhancement array normally used for individuals with high photosensitivity. He was then beaten and shown to his people as a warning. The increased pain of his wounds combined with this final humiliation provided sufficient payment, and the broken "werewolf" was booked passage off-world in a tramp freighter.
It has been ten years since his life as a vagabond began. In job after humiliating job, he has served crime bosses, pimps, and drug lords all over known space. In this time, he has grown bitter and disillusioned and has cultivated a deep loathing for legal authority. His people are still slaves and his dreams of redemption and glory have died.