Teroch

Intro

• "Star Wars Bounty Hunter - Bastard Extraordinaire"

• Basic Info

  • Name: Teroch
  • Gender: Male
  • Played by: A-Man-Only
  • Nicknames: Tal
  • Race: Epicanthix
  • Class: Bounty Hunter
  • Age: 63 (Appears to be humanoid in thirties)
  • Size: Large
  • Body Type: Muscled/Toned
  • Height: 6' 8"
  • Weight: 239 lbs.
  • Complexion: Slightly Tanned
  • Hair: Dark Brown
  • Eyes: Hazy Yellow
  • Handedness: Ambidextrous
  • Scars: Too Many To Count
  • Relationship Status: Single

• Personality

  Teroch is a strange specimen to be sure. Two faced at the best of times, with one side of the coin a pretty face that can say quite a few sweet words. But turn the coin over and you'll see a scratched and wretched back with a ravaged trail behind it. Untrusting of pretty much everyone Teroch has always ever been out for number one. He turned and left everything and everyone behind, deciding that he would prefer to do the hurting then be the one that always gets hurt. Because of this Teroch can be very cruel to those he considers a stranger, so much so that he tends to not care about other peoples lives if they have no connection to him. It's one reason why bounty hunting is so easy for him. Those that he hunts are nothing more then marks that will get him more credits. A next meal that just so happens to provide a fun little hunt as well. Yet for all of this if you can look closely enough you can spot the man flipping the coin. The one that tries to hide behind all the lies and cruelty.

• Biography

  Teroch was born on Panthara, the home world of his race. As a young boy he immediately showed signs that he was capable of using the force, yet his parents decided against sending him to the Jedi. He found that as he learned more about his abilities the more that he was ostracized by others around him.The loneliness ate away at Teroch as he felt like his family just wanted to use him to gain more power on their home world. As he grew older he was forced to join the Pantharan Military Force by his family and even though he didn’t agree with it he showed great aptitude in combat. Even though he hadn’t made the choice himself Teroch came to accept that his place was in fighting. None could stand against him when it came to one and one and the constant conflict seemed to be sharpening his abilities with the force. He rose through the ranks within the Pantharan Military Force but started to grow more and wearier of the way his family used his influence and took advantage of him. He had a nice home and the respect of a few other soldiers yet he knew that deep down many didn’t trust him and gave him a cold shoulder.
  
  Many thought that he hadn’t earned what he had attained, that even his strength and talent was just nothing more than the force. Many felt cheated by that. It came to a breaking point when his family was starting to dip into his credits and his men under his command started to spread rumors that he was a cruel task master for his training methods for them. He blew up on his family, cursing them all and disowning himself from them. He abandoned his name completely and fled from Panthara to escape the hell he found himself in. In some time he found himself on Nar Shaddaa and it was here that Teroch started to pick up work as a bounty hunter. He used his skills and abilities to become quite good at what he did but he tended to hide his capability with the Force. He didn’t want to have to deal with the problems that such things brought him. Yet Teroch found a kind of happiness as he started to get to know a few of the other Bounty Hunters.
  
  At this time he went by the name of Tark, something new for a new life. A new life with friends and with no expectation from anyone to give something to them or to provide; Freedom at last. He was just like everybody else, though in truth he may have outshined some of them but still they all knew the hunt. As his name spread he gained the attention of a small clan of Mando’ade. They were the Bes’uliik Clan and they were specialized hunters. After spending some time with the group they asked him if he would be interested in joining them as they believed he had the skills needed and the attitude that would fit in. Seeing the possibility of getting a family again and one that would stand beside him he readily accepted. He took on the name Shukur Bes’uliik when he joined their group and started to learn the Mando’a language.
  
  He put everything into learning what it meant to be a Mando’ade. He eventually had a set of armor crafted for him, a simple design but it was all that he needed. It took him a few years but eventually he knew Mando’a like it had always been his natural language and those in his Clan started to look at him with great respect as he started to take a leadership role like he did back in his military days. He was a born commander and could really inspire those with him to do amazing things. But yet it seemed that Teroch would not get the happy ending that he might have been waiting for. The Bes’uliik Clan had gained a bit of notoriety for a few jobs they had taken and they had angered someone they should not have.
  
  On what seemed to be a routine hunt for a debtor in the underbelly of Nar Shaddaa soon turned into a well thought out trap. Teroch had no idea what had hit them when he realized the trap was sprung. Droids and assassins struck without mercy and wiped out almost all that were with him in the first few seconds. It was only Teroch’s ability with the force that he was able to escape the trap. But when he made his way back to the ship the Clan used as a mobile base did he realize the extent of the damage. Everyone, every single person, was dead. The kind of family that Teroch had always dreamed of was taken from him, stolen away. As those that had done the killing started to surround him Teroch felt an unrelenting rage start bubbling within him. He felt a deep dark hatred fueling him and making his muscles burn and his teeth clench. He let out a roar that shook everything around them and in a rage empowered by the force he destroyed all those that had done this with his bare hands. He ripped them apart limb from limb. He engorged himself on the feelings of hate and vengeance, letting it fill him up where the loss of his clan had left him empty.
  
  His overwhelming presence in the force from his rage gained him attention from someone who usually kept to the shadows. A dark and menacing man who reached out to Teroch in his mind. The man offered him a chance to grow ever stronger, to train him how to use his powers and channel the dark side of the force. Teroch had nothing left, no family to go to and he felt broken. He abandoned his name and took on the one he is now known for. Teroch Dar’yaim, Pitiless Hell, that is what he had become. That is what his life had become to him. He accepted the Sith’s training, starting a new life of torture masked with the word of training. The old bastard was sadistic and cruel but Teroch did not care. All that he knew was that the power that the Dark Side provided filled the cracks he felt within him. Made him feel whole again and he wanted to feel that more and more.
  
  He spent years under the tutelage of his Master but after a time he became colder and hate filled. He grew tired of his Master and his pathetic attempts to break him. With his newly created lightsabers burning a crimson red Teroch overwhelmed his master with his enraged power and destroyed him. His Master had been too weak, too concerned with the pleasure of sadism then with the actual pursuit of power. Teroch decided that he would continue to train himself and continue to seek out more power. He was covered in cracks but he was going to hide them with blood. He commissioned a new set of armor to completely abandon his old clan and life, becoming someone new entirely. He was Teroch Dar’yaim, a terror of a bounty hunter that showed no remorse or mercy. He had no room for friends. He had room for nothing but power.

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