Lexiconus Qor was born in the deep trenches of Dac's oceans, and his skin is a thick leathery orange iconic to his species. His torso is frail and slim, but he has lean thighs and toned arms. Rough ridges grow from forehead backwards across his bald head. He has long orange tentacles that extend like a beard, with a pair of gills extending on the sides of his jaw. Two fangs protrude from his mouth that are thick and white, like ivory. Being a Quarren, his eyes shine a glorious sapphire colour without pupils.
Before Lexiconus learned to harness the Force, he was just a gifted scientist in an ever-fluctuating scientific society filled with rising stars, power-greedy scientists and professors who simply couldn’t retire. He learned the song and dance of when to bend the knee, or assert his authority, and has reshaped his life around it. But ever since leaving, Lexiconus has changed. He likes to step from role to role as a means of deceit, from a simple healthcare assistant to a tenured professor or prodigal student. They’re all tricks to blend and invade his way through to a target in order to achieve his goals. Aside from the risks of getting caught, the experience of forging new versions of himself can lead to distrusting others when they do not seem genuine, leaving him scarce of allies.
Lexiconus Qor's skills as a medic are not just limited to holo-books and lectures. He has read up and practiced a handful of experimental treatments while inventing a few home remedies of his own. This allows Lexiconus Qor to work outside the box in less than ideal situations, and can lead to him solving mysteries other trained medics might struggle with. This, of course, comes with its own string of failures, as nothing is ever perfect. That, and some of the more established professionals in the field often doubt or question Lexiconus Qor's alternative practices. He typically brushes them off in favor of doing everything he can to help a patient, but does quietly seek recognition for accomplishments as a healer.
Lexiconus’ drive is to find the unknown of the galaxy, and he is over-complex in this passion that he has been labelled “hermit” and “a lost cause” because of it. He is a passionate, original student at heart, who is eager to test and reach for his goals. It shows in his relentless, impatient tendencies, pushing the wrong people or persuading others to do the shoving. Only a rare few see past their first impressions to the truth about him and look beyond his random actions. They see a dedicated man, with informed choices and a heart filled with adventure. Simply put, he’s like a child with a string and hook. It doesn’t matter if he caught a boot in the water, he’ll enjoy the fun of it.
Lexiconus is a Quarren from the oceanic world of Dac, which many call Mon Cala, and that burns right to his heart. As he sees his own species being the true and rightful heirs to his planet, he will always stand proud and confident when speaking of his people. When he speaks of Dac, he stands tall, and speaks boldly and with a strong, bubbly, Quarrenese accent. He believes in such a way akin to religious fervor that no Quarren should suffer, keeping a sacred promise in his heart to protect the Quarrens across the galaxy whether they are right or wrong. But when that duty turns towards the sour subject of the Mon Cala, Lexiconus turns to a bitter, impatient xenophobe, and his happiness turns to anger. The Mon Cala get no sympathy from him, as he will make sure to avoid them and disparage them to others.
Most civilian skills do not translate well into battlefield duties, but Lexiconus' practice with scalpels is an exception to that rule. To add infection to injury, he used backchannel means to pick up and refine poisoncraft. Minor accidents with his earliest concoctions have cautioned him to the importance of antidotes, but also impressed the effect of a well-placed venom on him, prompting him to consider his scalpels as throwing weapons enhanced by the use with and guidance through Telekinesis. While this can make him deceptively dangerous, his methods can be easily thwarted if his poisoned attacks miss their marks.
If Lexiconus has one skill he is naturally talented in, it is his patience. He enjoys the slow wait, the teasing of his foes, the rattling of her nerves, just to watch their reactions. Like an ant in a jar, Lexiconus enjoys studying his foes while he still remains hidden and waiting in ambush. When he fights he gets creative, because he has to. Sedatives in a drink, whistling to distract, or a stray stone that hits a wall in the other direction. He isn’t a soldier, and is not trained in war like the Jedi, so every engagement in combat is straining and exhausting. The danger of losing his life increases the more mistakes he makes. Stealth and intellect are his defense, and the only skills saving himself.
Master (+5) |
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Proficient (+3) | |
Trained (+2) | |
Learned (+1) | |
Mediocre (+0) |
Master (+5) |
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Adept (+4) | |
Disciple (+3) | |
Studied (+2) | |
Initiate (+1) |
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Primary Martial Art | None |
Secondary Martial Art | None |
Primary Lightsaber Form | None |
Secondary Lightsaber Form | None |