Zaash 'Cannibal' GakkezRace:
Standing roughly 5'10 in height, Zaash possesses an athletic figure. His eyes are a fierce crimson red, his mouth filled with the signature razor sharp teeth of his species. On his left thigh he has the Bloodpack insignia branded into his flesh, though he keeps it covered up. No longer a member of that brutal gang. He wears a set of lightweight dark blue metal armor in which speed and mobility is emphasized. Its rare for him to be out this armor, or in general be unarmed. Psychological Profile:
At first glance Zaash seems like another typical Vorcha, frightening looking with a predator's eyes. Beneath a rough exterior he is a different man, someone that's been through brutal hardships in his short life. He is not lacking in inner scars or issues, but refuses to allow them to be shown as to not appear weak. He is an inwardly withdrawn figure around strangers, often putting on a facade of toughness and intimidation. Never speaking of the true thoughts which plague his mind. Unlike some others of his species he has, for the most part, a firm grasp over his anger and violent tendencies. Still, he's impulsive and unpredictable in his actions. But he does not enjoy starting conflict, he is typically a non-confrontational figure, except to enemies and those that draw his ire. Though Zaash is not beyond quips or comments when he sees them appropriate. Combat is a different story, where he is a chaotic, unpredictable combatant who seems to unleash his full rage at his opponents. He's utterly ruthless when on mission, not letting anything get in the way. He's entirely focused on succeeding and just simply does what it takes to get the job done. He deeply enjoys brutalizing and utterly destroying his enemies, finding comfort in combat.
In casual or social settings he is a different person, someone that doesn't often start random conversations or reveal much about himself. He's a curious being, that enjoys wandering around and going to new places. He's not cruel hearted or mean, and enjoys friendly conversation. Someone that really likes being around friends. He is uncomfortable in large crowds of strangers, but being from a clan based species he also likes being around people much more than being alone. He shows hints of loyalty, but doesn't have anyone that he feels he can be loyal to. He craves acceptance, and to be around people that actually enjoy his company. A loneliness seems to tinge inside of him. Though he'll never speak of it. He does not have really any experience in the romantic field, especially outside of his own species. He is hilariously ignorant of flirtation and the like.
His life has been filled to the brim with violence, abuse, hatred and prejudice. Underneath the sturdy outer character is a complicated, confused and frightened person. The realization of his imminent death, even if he wins every single battle he fights until that day is something which terrifies and breaks him apart internally. The fact that he and his species live such a pathetically short life angers him, Krogans live hundreds of years and they're just as violent as his people. He doesn't want to die, and isn't sure if he will ever accept that fact. Against all odds he's managed to survive such a hard life as long as he has, its cruel that he's going to die soon anyway. Still, he's also committed to going out with a bang. Not wanting to be forever forgotten.
Due to spending years on Omega, and living such a violent, unpredictable life has made him into a somewhat selfish character, untrusting of others from to being burnt in the past. He looks out solely for himself and has his entire life, not allowing himself to show any outward weakness. He keeps everyone at a distance, refusing to be hurt more. He's seen the worst the galaxy has to offer, everyday on the streets of Omega he walks past his fellow Vorcha, homeless and ignored, spit on and despised. Zaash feels a deep empathy for his downtrodden brethren. Part of him wishes he could help them, but a larger part realizes such an endeavor would be utterly pointless. He is disgusted by racism and hatred directed at his species, but has heard so much of it any such words directed towards him just bounce off. Though remarks about his people as a whole still get to him. Anyone who damns an entire species is a despicable person. He also holds empathy for the poor and helpless in general, having been there himself.
Due to past abuse at their hands, Zaash has a deep hatred for the Blood Pack. He refuses to work with them, and even seeing their members in public is enough to ruin his day. He does pity the Vorcha in their ranks, the fact that they're used as nothing more than cannon fodder, that they are frequently beaten and tortured, abused into becoming strong soldiers. He has a strong dislike for Red Sand, having been addicted to the drug for years while in the Blood Pack. The sight of it tends to make his stomach drop. He deeply detests his given nickname, Cannibal, he's never eaten his fellow Vorcha but the name was bestowed upon him by one of his Blood Pack superiors and has stuck ever since. The nickname always tinged of racism to him, people thought that Vorcha ate each other like rabid savages. While not holding any prejudice against other races, its more difficult for him to form connections and trust non-Vorcha, being hated by all manners of people tends to do that. Still, he has no qualms working with them on missions.Equipment:
- M-22 Eviscerator, equipped with a bayonet
- M-3 Predator
- Incendiary Ammo
- A wrist mounted grappling hook
- Elkoss Combine Cipher Omni-tool
- Aldrin Labs Solaris Biotic Amp
- His light armor
Zaash was born on the chaotic Vorcha homeworld of Heshtok, a brutal, volcanic world which is located in the The Shrike Abyssal. An overcrowded world, every day was a struggle for much of the Vorcha population. He was born into the Gakkez clan, a proud bloodline filled with warriors and hunters. Resources were a rarity on the world, clans constantly fought for control of them, and so Zaash was essentially born into war. Due to his species short lifespan he taught how to fight early on, and thrust into battles against rival clans. The wars were rapid, terrifyingly violent affairs. The strongest clans absorbed smaller ones, executing any defeated clansmen who refused to submit and join. The young Zaash made a name for himself, helping to lead his clan to glory in multiple battles. He still carries a token of his first kill, a tooth of a Vorcha whose head he caved in with an axe. During those days he rarely thought of life outside his homeworld, he did dream of one day going into the stars but his people weren't in any position to join the galactic community. Family was emphasized on Heshtok, he always believed close knit clans held the strongest bonds in the galaxy. Zaash frequently thinks of his homeworld, part of him misses it.
At the age of four he was plucked from his homeworld by a visiting band of Blood Pack mercenaries. The powerful gang were the first aliens he encountered. While out on a hunt with a half dozen of his fellow clansman they encountered the visitors, after a brief firefight, and with three of his people killed Zaash was knocked unconscious by a massive Krogan. He'd awake to find himself offworld, with twelve other Vorcha in a makeshift jail cell, on a bizarre starship rapidly speeding away from his homeworld to be taken to a bizarre, alien place. He was strapped down and branded, screaming the entire time as a Krogan burnt the symbol of the Blood Pack into his leg. From that moment forward his days were frequently filled with beatings, abuse and degradation. His new superiors were tasked with beating and molding him into a fearsome mercenary. Some of his fellow Vorcha resisted and were beaten savagely, or at worst executed. One moment that will never leave his thoughts is of one of the other Vorcha being launched out the airlock, a showing of what happens if one refused and rebelled. The next year of his life was entirely about training, and being made to fight with unquestionable loyalty. It was commonplace for Zaash to be roughly beaten, or even mutilated in extreme instances. Due to his species healing factor such a thing could be done to him in order to encourage obedience.
He was brought to Omega immediately, the space station both fascinating and terrifying the Vorcha. He'd never seen so many aliens before, its constant battles between gangs reminded him of his homeworld. But it was still an alien place to him, and would take him a few weeks to settle in. His status as a biotic only encouraged his superiors to whip him into submission. Element Zero was a quite rare element on his homeworld, unbeknownst to his clan he was unknowingly exposed to it before birth after his mother wore an amulet infused with the beautiful material. Biotics were a rarity among Vorcha, but they did exist. He was implanted with a biotic implant, forced to strengthen and use his fledging powers. They forced Red Sand upon him in order to strengthen his powers, a substance which he become addicted to. The addiction itself was more of a mental one than anything else. Ever second he was clean of the Sand it seemed to be the only thing on his mind. How amazing he felt on it, how the universe seemed to just slow down. In one instance after being struck for disobedience Zaash in his rage flung the Krogan who had struck him through a window. But instead of more beatings he was positively encouraged and praised, something which really surprised him. He was deemed a potentially powerful warrior for the Blood Pack, and drafted into a legion led by the Davrak Hurm, a young, but truly brutal Krogan. He slowly developed a loyalty to the Blood Pack, developing a bond with several of his fellow Vorcha. Such bonds were frequently short lived as his people that were in the gang were frequent cannon fodder, something which always upset Zaash. Sadly, the mercenary group was the closest thing he had to family, or friends. He hated Hurm and the other superiors, dreaming of one day butchering them all and showing them how intelligent a Vorcha actually was. Such desires wouldn't come to fruition, for some time at least.
The next six years of his life were spent with the Blood Pack. He ended up on missions all over the Terminus systems, doing whatever was demanded of him. The Blood Pack did not turn down many jobs, and in fact prided themselves on taking the most immoral and violent contracts. Drug trafficking, assassinations, abductions, even slavery work was all on the table for them. They'd raid colonies like common pirates, plundering and pillaging whatever they wanted. Zaash took part in it all, albeit as someone forced into it and frequently drugged out of his mind. If he resisted he'd be killed or beaten into submission. He was powerless to protest, and did some truly terrible things. He did enjoy the credits, and the frequent battles he was put into but the despicable work he did wasn't something he took pride in. It was no fun brutalizing harmless civilians, a far cry from gunning down rival gangs. He'd get into spats with Davrak Hurm, the Krogan commander constantly pushing or picking on Zaash. He wanted nothing more than to rip the brute's head from his neck socket. As the years went on, Zaash's urge to drop everything and leave the gang grew. It was just a matter of how and when, and ensuring he was gone for good.
On his final day of service with the Blood Pack Zaash forced himself to refuse taking any Red Sand, the substance was part of what let him be so controlled. Even as his fingers twitched and his skin crawled his pure hatred for the Pack and his treatment at their hands allowed him to back away from the drug. He was tasked with assisting in the shakedown of a doctor in the slums of Omeha, a human named Dr. Loring. Zaash decided this was an ideal opportunity to break free. Following Hurm and two other Vorcha into the winding streets of Omega he bid his time. As they came to the doctor's office, Hurm put on his show, smashing windows, bashing in equipment, the usual for a shakedown. The other Vorcha went at the doctor, kicking Loring to the ground. Hurm commanded Zaash to shatter the man's legs, he did not expect the now veteran mercenary to hesitate and instead send him flying into a wall. Zaash rapidly gunned down the other two Vorcha, then took on Hurm, it was a day he had been waiting for. The two engaged in a brawl, the fierce Krogan's physical strength giving him an early advantage. Brimming with emotion, Zaash channeled his biotics into a charge, rocketing Hurm out of the office and into the streets. He then plunged his Omni blade through the Krogan's left eye.
A wave of relief seem to overcome him, as Hurm's corpse slopped to the floor. Then a stronger wave of panic. He bolted into the depths of the slums, running until he couldn't anymore. The Blood Pack would hunt him down relentlessly, and he'd need to lay low. He took refuge in the worst areas of the streets, fitting in amongst the numerous vagrants, many of which were unfortunate Vorcha. Zaash's need for Red Sand tore at his soul, almost breaking him. He went four days without the drug, not allowing himself to submit and become a slave again. Collapsed on the street, twitching and suffering from the worst of withdrawl he thought that was how he'd die. A pathetic, strung out runaway. He was saved by a familiar face, Dr. Loring, who had witnessed the Vorcha's entire escape from the Blood Pack. Zaash had spared the man's life, he had relocated his clinic and brought Zaash to it. Loring would become Zaash's only friend, someone he'd forever been in debt to for helping him fully kick his addiction. As well as be an example of a kind face on Omega, someone that didn't just see him as a wanton pest, a symbol of kindness in the unlikeliest of places. Loring would also help shield him from the Blood Pack, who eventually gave up their search as they were drawn into a turf war with the Blue Suns. Eventually Zaash with the help of the doctor would become a changed man, a composed and unchained being.
He'd re-enter mercenary work, albeit as a freelancer. Shunning the type of jobs that the Blood Pack forced him to take he'd instead find a place in other fields, body-guarding being a popular service. He'd take other jobs, participating in small time conflicts and turf wars as a freelance merc. The credits were nice, and he carved out a solid place for himself. While he'd never truly escape his past reputation or misdeeds, he had no problem finding steady work. As Sovereign attacked the Citadel, Zaash was unaffected by it. He'd never been there, and Omega was tucked in the safety of the Terminus systems. The stuck up people on the Citadel didn't like his people, and refused to help them in anyway. He ignored it and continued to live his life, making credits. All while the slowly growing realization that he was more than likely approaching his final years crept its way into his mind, only having grown worse recently.
Zaash would take a recent mysterious job offer with interest, seeing it as an opportunity to make a bigger name for himself. Perhaps go out with a bang. Strengths:
- Zaash is a highly skilled combatant, a fierce, vicious opponent to face on the battlefield. He's done whatever it takes to survive and persevere. The Vorcha has fought basically his entire life and it shows. He's a formidable biotic with years of experience using his powers.
- His species is well known for their pure adaptability, and their limited regenerative abilities. Zaash is no different, this natural healing factor hassaved his life in the past several times. The Vorcha are also naturally immune to most diseases.
- With years of frontlines combat behind him, Zaash has a good deal of tactical knowledge in his mind. He's a talented strategist who can effectively set up traps or ambushes on the battlefield, as well as recognize them.
- He's an intimating figure, who knows how to get information from someone. His fierce appearance, and the 'savage' stereotype of his species helps in this regard. Due to his time in the Blood Pack he also knows torture techniques and how to 'break' someone in that regard.
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- Due to being a Vorcha, many people believe him to be an ultra violent simple minded savage. He routinely faces racism, hatred and fear because of this species wide stereotype. Its something he'll never fully escape.
- He knows he's not long for this life, Vorcha have very short lifespans and he's fully realizing that one way or another he is going to die soon. He's yet to fully accept this and it terrifies him deeply, though he's not open about this.
- Zassh is quite arrogant, someone like him thats survived as long as he has living an extremely dangerous lifestyle has to be skilled. He has no issues speaking about his talents or ability to survive.
- Zaash is a reckless with his actions, acting without much regard for circumstances having been this way for a long time. This is also evident on the battlefield where he does not care about collateral damage at all. But the realization that he is in his final years has caused him to begin to harbor regret over some past actions.
- He's very blunt with his words, to the point where they can be taken as insensitive or frank.
- When enraged Zaash tends to just go wild and destroy things. In these 'meltdowns' its easy for him to lose control of his biotics and wreck everything around him.
- Due to being betrayed and abused in the past, Zaash does not trust easily. He does not have any actual friends, in part because of this fear. When it comes to the big picture he looks out for himself above everything else, there has truly been no one else for him to look out for anyway.
- Due to past actions and especially during his time with the Blood Pack, Zaash has a pretty bad reputation. While in the Blood Pack he was well known for his brutality and bloodlust. The reputation has helped with getting some jobs on Omega, but isn't so great when trying to make friends. He frequently spends time explaining it and how he's a different man.
- Deeply enjoys human heavy metal music, and aggressive music in general. He's always wanted to learn the drums.
- He follows Biotiball, and is a diehard fan of the Usaru Maestros.
- He likes Varren, finding them loyal and cute. Someday he'd like to adopt one, perhaps a retired pit fighter.