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Feyd Gisgodel

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Feyd Gisgodel

The Seventh Liar of Praesitlyn
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Force User
Yes
Faction
Galactic Underworld
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“Terror; hatred; rage; despair. These are sweet things. But so too are hope, bravery, compassion, and love. The wise devourer must glut upon them all; true power knows no discrimination. All must serve thee...”

NAME: Feyd Gisgodel

NICKNAMES/ALIASES/TITLES: The Princeps-Daeva of Bpfassh; “Heaven’s Own Left Hand”; the Redcap King; the Seventh Liar of Praesitlyn; Prince of the Wild Hunt; Lord-Ghoul of Sluis; Demon-Star-Dancing-Madly

LEITMOTIFS:

1. POISON - Spartacus OST
2. VOLUSPA - Vikings OST
3. EYES OF THE WOLF - The Witcher 3 OST
4. REBORN - Hereditary OST
5. THENNS - Game of Thrones OST
6. BLOOD BAG - Mad Max: Fury Road OST
7. THE ONLY THING THEY FEAR IS YOU - Doom Eternal OST

RANK: Trainee (2019/01/12~)

FACTION: Sith

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AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

SPECIES: Bpfasshi Near-Human
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HEIGHT: 6 ft 6 (198 cm)

WEIGHT: 209 lbs (95 kg)

HAIR COLOR: Black. But he dyes it often.

EYE COLOR: Pale silver / Sickly yellow during times of extreme rage and bloodlust.

SKIN COLOR: Ashen.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: The pale giant that is Feyd represents the animalistic yet fiercely amorous physicality of the Dark Side. He is the daydream of all sculptors throughout the galaxy; tall, barrel-chested, wide of shoulders and long of limbs. His ruthlessly toned physique follows both form and function; lean and wiry like a panther's musculature, his body promotes a balanced economy between protective mass and easy mobility (as it must, since he was after all a pit fighter), with just enough feminine curves to arouse curiosity and wonder / disgust. This was deliberately done by his trainers who put him through a fierce regimen aimed at making him physically appealing to all sexes; his slaver masters used him as both warrior and whore to curry favor with influential people looking to experience the 'exotic' and 'forbidden'.

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-- A young Feyd during his early days as a slave-gladiator --

Leading a lifetime of violence has left its marks across every inch of his body; not one region of his flesh can be considered unmarred by either blade or blaster bolt. His most hideous scarring are perhaps the one on his mouth; they were once sewn shut. Yet Feyd takes pride in these scars and the memories they represent; he wears them like jewelry, and his open appreciation for them has left many attracted to the way he morphs such traumas into triumph. Even his scarred face commands a degree of elfin attraction; all sharp angles and brutal edges, one admirer of his once remarked that it was a 'face lovingly made to hate' He keeps his face clean-shaven, maintaining the allure of the androgyne, and has his hair in a warrior's top knot; slicked back and shaved at the sides, braided in a little bun to keep it from his eyes during times of extreme movements. His eyes are pale grey, like chips of cold iron; when he is in an extreme emotional state, they burn a sickly yellow.

Perhaps Feyd's most striking features are his tattoos. They are sinister in nature and Sith in origin, and are imbued with a special "living" ink that allows it to be re-designed at any moment's notice. The original design was a tri-color affair of red, black and white. This design, which is the one he uses the most, was where he attained the moniker of the Redcap King as it covered his temples with a solid crimson that accentuated his ghoulish eyes when they burned yellow and recalled the appearance of mythological monsters.
 
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Feyd Gisgodel

The Seventh Liar of Praesitlyn
Member
Posts
147
Rank
Trainee
Force User
Yes
Faction
Galactic Underworld
PERSONAL EQUIPMENT:

- Hdul-Yagra: This cortosis arming sword was gifted to Feyd when he became the champion of several Outer Rim gladiatorial leagues. It is an ancient weapon dating back to the days of Exar Kun, passed down from one champion to the next in an unbroken lineage. Its original handler was a Krath cultist who found joy in the delights offered by a gladiator arena. Apart from the metal it was made from, it has no other special properties save for the fact that it was the weapon used to end a million lives throughout the ages.

- Delight, custom Shockmitt (left fist only): Feyd's days as a gladiator in the Outer Rim has given him access to a dynamic selection of rulesets in which he can brutalize other beings in inventive ways. His most favored was Shockboxing, a pugilistic combat sport with the added thrill of using gloves that emitted lethal amounts of electricity. He was so in love with the damage the gloves could cause that he had his very own glove commissioned by hiring a manufacturer from Sluis Van. Delight is unique not only in appearance but also in function; Feyd had a single retractable 10-inch blade installed at the top of the middle knuckles, to be used to surprise enemies in close range. The blade could also act as a catalyst to launch electricity in a very short distance. Its first victim, predictably enough, was the manufacturer; Feyd stabbed him with the blade and then electrocuted him to death.

- 500 Riot Gun
- Sonic grenades x 5
- SE-14C blaster pistol

VEHICLE(s): (WIP)

ASSETS: (WIP)

- Personal Army of Outlaws (100)
"Know the importance of underlings and servants. Though gods do not exist, we Sith must mantle them and appear as such to lesser beings. Infest their souls; have them obey you unquestioned. No one Sith can wage war against the Universe by their lonesome."

Feyd commands the adulation and horror of a hundred murderers whom he gathered to his cause during his six-year rampage in the Outer Rim. They share his philosophy of experiencing the most extreme sensations -whether they be physical, emotional or mental- and are roughly divided into four groups.

1. The first group, the Sarhalin Voidchasers, number only 9. Bpfasshi to the last member, they were Feyd's original companions during his time in the slave-pits of Bpfassh and now serve him as his captains, confidants and most favored of consorts.

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-- The Sarhalin Voidchasers massacring Imperial Army troopers on Bpfassh--

Though they are each of them a finely trained warrior with skills honed by a thousand skirmishes against a variety of enemies, their greatest talent lay in riding their customized speeder bikes and acting as the shock cavalry of Feyd's army. The Voidchasers have fitted their bikes with a slew of equipment that are unique to individual riders but there are two things that they all share in common. The first one are engines powered by extremely small cannisters of coaxium; this allows them to gain speed that are considered suicidal for any other vehicle save a starship. Yet such is their mastery that even this destructive speed cannot hinder them; in fact, they seem to exert more control and guide their vehicles with greater accuracy the faster they get. The very best rider among them is so skilled in harnessing the coaxium's speed that she is able to land an accurate cut on a person's neck arteries at full speed. The second universal customization are jury-rigged sound systems hooked up to the speeders' coaxium powered engines. The sound system amplifies the already deafening roar of the coaxium engines to an obscene degree; it warps the sound it makes to a demonic screech, capable of bursting the eardrums of anyone who is near (the Voidchasers have installed cybernetic audio-dampeners in their ears to avoid this fate). This auditory attack on the senses ties well with Feyd's preference for mental warfare and is actually the source for his title of the Prince of the Wild Hunt; when anyone hears this trademark wail, they know that Violence itself has come for them.

PERSONALITY: (WIP)

STRENGTHS (WIP):

"Violence is life's greatest mirror. It shatters all deceptions and gives light to what we truly are inside. It is the purest expression of existence itself."

- UNARMED (9.5/10): That Feyd is an absolute monster in hand-to-hand should surprise no-one who knows of his origins. He was among the premier champions of illegal underground gladiator leagues in the Outer Rim, and many there are in the Underworld who has heard of the one dubbed as "Heaven's Own Left Hand", a title given to him due to his insanely destructive left hook. One memorable instance was when he punched through the torso chassis of a kill-droid during a death match; the punch penetrated through and Feyd found himself shoulder deep in robotic guts. Yet the power in his hands is not his only claim to mastery; he is trained in the art of using his whole body as a weapon, and is particularly adept at an esoteric combat system that uses elbows, knees, kicks and headbutts. He blends his formidable striking with high-amplitude throws, subtle sweeps and reaps, dominant clinch-work and explosive takedowns. (Skillset is based on the following IRL martial arts; Myanmar Lethwei, Russian Sambo, Western Boxing and Japanese Kudo.)

- MELEE (8/10): As a natural in the art of close-quarters-combat, it was inevitable that Feyd would be trained in melee weapons by his owners. While he has a solid grasp of bladework and all its subtleties, honed to a razor's edge in a thousand matches, his true love still lay in unarmed combat. As such, he makes use of his greatest strength and combines it with his melee skills in a hurricane of martial violence; he has seen, both to his joy and frustration, that many swordsmen ignored their development in hand-to-hand. What precious few swordsmen he did see use unarmed techniques seem to have based them on holo-movies about the Jedi; idiotic spinning kicks, weak and telegraphed punches, even suicidal acrobatics that didn't confer any advantage whatsoever. He bemoans such propagation of false techniques, but exalts in it at the same time. It produced more victims for him to cull, after all.

- RANGED (7/10): Though not exactly someone that could be called extraordinary, Feyd has enough experience in the handling of firearms to render respectable service should the situation call for it. A berserker through and through, his philosophy of being up-close-and-personal with the enemy bleeds through to his selection ranged weaponry; he eschews the use of long-ranged blaster rifles and instead prefer short-distance scatterblasters and rapid firing sub-carbines.

- TACTICAL ACUMEN (7.5/10): He is no military genius nor is he trained in academies for officers, yet Feyd must have been doing something right in order for him to survive six years of unending clashes against a veritable rogues gallery ranging from small Mandalorian clans to noble families and crime syndicates up to big boys such as the Empire and the Republic. He does not analyze so much as recognize opportunities as they present themselves; his days as a pit fighter has taught him to hone in on such windows of advantage and hone in on them with ruthless efficiency. An alert attention to detail and the will to exploit them to one's advantage are essential.


WEAKNESSES: (WIP)

HISTORY: (WIP)

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“... yet care must be taken that thou remain the master of thine own Hunger. Never forget that it is a virus that has infested your spirit; a ravenous werething forever howling, forever unsatisfied, clawing at the back of your mind with every waking moment. Feed it not at all or too much and thou thyself shalt be devoured. Thus, equilibrium across all of thine aspects must always be upheld; physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. This is the reality that differentiates true Sith from the pretenders. The Dark Side is not the loss of control, the ‘glorious’ surrender to one’s baser instincts. No. The Dark Side is the absolute mastery of them. Remember this.”
 
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