Archived Character Sheet for Qor Kith
Qor Kith
Lexiconus is quite tall for his age, and under years of strenuous climbing, jumping and stretching out his limbs, the tear of it all has shaped his body this way, as a Togruta body would look. His body, through the years in a coma, have lost nearly all muscle, fat and cartilage, he finds it aches to move or bend his limbs. His eyes shine a glowing red, as if there is still a primal, feral soul inside there. He has a pair of giant, white montrals on the top of his head, grown almost fully from his years of puberty, yet hollow on the inside,and along the faces of the montrals, are thick, black chevrons, running upwards to the spike. His skin is unlike many Togruta have seen, a light blue complexion, still giving him a youthful look, despite being in a coma. His lips are thick and white, and his body has random white whites going vertically. This side of the odd patterns is for when the Togruta hunt. In the Turu-grass, there colours usually range from a dark red on white, to a blue-green on white, however, further north or south you go to the Tundra, the Turu-grass turns blue. The posterior head tails follow the same pattern as the montrals, with the odd blue stripe, the tails extend halfway down his back, with room to grow. Over the years of climbing through the rainforests and canopies, his claws have sharpened and hardened to a purple colour, able to cleanly cut open flesh and bark. Lex has the typical sharp canines that all Togruta have, extending from his lips when he smiles.
~Red, Armory Lightsabre
When Lexiconus does things, he makes sure everything is done correctly, no matter how long it takes. This means there are frequent delays in Lexiconus's work, but it's usually done right, at least.
Lexiconus will never go into any situation head-on. Whether it be combat or just strolling down the street, he will stick to the shadows or cloak himself in the Force. The less he is seen, the better. If he cannot sneak up on someone, then Lexiconus will not bother confronting them.
Lexiconus has a legendary and virulent need for vengeance. Once crossed, he will make it his life’s work to ensure that whatever slight was received is repaid tenfold. This need for vengeance can be all-consuming, and can often lead to short-sighted decisions.
While generally laid back and more than happy to offer a quip of sarcasm, Lexiconus's entire demeanor changes once combat begins. He becomes focused and quiet, with his smile replaced with a look of grim determination.
Lexiconus is utterly devoted to success in combat, no matter the mission, no matter the cost. He has spent his life building himself in the image of war, utilizing a dogmatic regimen that has lead him to a single-minded obsession with military success and requires intense physical and mental training. This training, however, has come at the cost of anything resembling empathy or concern for others - even his superiors and subordinates.
Lexiconus wears out his opponents through use of the Force, agility, and evasion. Once he has sufficiently tired his foes through the Force, physical, or mental assault, he quickly tries to find a means of cleanly and swiftly dispatching them - usually resulting in a somewhat risky all-or-nothing attempt at a deathblow.
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| Adept (+4) |
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| Proficient (+3) | |
| Trained (+2) | |
| Learned (+1) | |
| Mediocre (+0) |
| Master (+5) |
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| Adept (+4) |
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| Disciple (+3) | |
| Studied (+2) | |
| Initiate (+1) |
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| Primary Martial Art | None |
| Secondary Martial Art | None |
| Primary Lightsaber Form | Form 0 (Banlanth) |