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Name:
Bodonawieedo of the Bomu clan, but that is rather long to say so many agree to call him Besh-Besh (B-B) or just 'Besh'
Age:16
GenderMale
Race:Rodian
Jedi Class: Sentinel
Appearance:

Bio:
His story starts with his mother and her time not-quite being a jedi. She was force- sensitive, as many Rodians are, but not enough to obtain a master before it was time to join one of the other branches, she chose the medical corps due to their few numbers meant what she did would make a bigger difference. She was tending to the result of a gang war between two rivals in the lower levels, a leader of street thugs with grievous injuries, when she discovered her patient's mechanical arm had a storage compartment full of lightsaber parts. Apparently this man was a jedi investigator in deep cover within the gangs to try and keep an ear to the ground for criminal activity while leading his people in less harmful expressions of gang life.

He couldn't let her reveal who he was so he 'kidnapped' her for his personal medic in the gang, that is where she met the mighty Koobis and fell in smitten. Over a year, smitten shifted to something more with the jedi encouraging their relationship to curb the gang members violent tendencies and soon she was gravid with child. Knowing the medic was already sensitive for the force, the hidden jedi spent much of his time meditating over her growing child to see if they could cultivate a stronger child as pregnant jedi were nearly unheard of since the order didn't want to establish 'bloodlines' within the temple or its teachings.

Her time away from the order is what saved her life as well as the jedi knight when order 66 passed through the galaxy, wiping out all traces of the past in either conversion or cremation. The jedi decided to move his criminal energy into a smuggling operation, the whole gang stole an old freighter and ran with 'jedi relics' they could sell on various black markets. A dangerous ploy, but it was more likely in the new empire to find looters rather than jedi selling their most ancient treasures.

For the next sixteen years he was raised on the ship, his 'family' taught him the ways of the criminal, how to hide, how to steal, how to survive. The former jedi taught him the ways of the force but not the jedi and how to enhance his skillset with the power inside him. His father taught him how to hunt like a rodian should as well as how to fight for the lives of others, his mother taught him how to heal and alien anatomy to help harm the enemies he would have to face.

Sadly one of those enemies faced was a hutt who didn't take no for an answer, when the hutt wanted his mom for 'her' collection, she sent an Aracona bounty hunter to collect but only succeeded in killing the former jedi. After dismissing the Arcona with great prejudice, he took the addicted aliens salt collection and came to talk terms with the hutt. He had ground the sodium chloride and loaded it into a slugthrower scattergun so when it came for 'aggressive negotiations' he left the salt sensitive gastropod in a pile of her own dissolving sludge.

Now with a ridiculous bounty on his head, he had to flee his whole family to keep them safe. His mother gave him the parts of the lost knights saber to make one for himself and her trench knife. He spent the next year running before he came upon the blond human in all black.

Personality:
He isn't dark as much as he is practical. He had to live his life as a criminal to survive on the run even though he never knew he was running from in the first place. He steals things habitually in case they can be useful later from components in a droid shop to jewelry off someones wrist. He naturally tries to move in a stalking stride and clings to places he can hide. He has strong need for family ties and can be lead astray with such promises.

Lightsaber:
His lightsaber was once his vibro knife that he would use in close combat or affix to his rifle as a bayonet. the vibroblade was a gift from his mother and so he thought of it as a lucky charm of sorts and honored her by making it into his lightsaber. With the blade as well as the vibrational engine replaced with the lightsaber components, it now serves as a spiked knuckle for him to use if lethal force is not needed when un-ignited.

His 'style' of combat is similar to bayonet and lightsaber pike maneuvers, mixing lightsaber movements with full auto fire to try and score a blow of any kind. He is aware the greatest flaw in the style is the gun itself as it can easily be cut through but the benefit of the longer shaft is the extra strength and leverage he can generate with greater ease.
She was disappointing when he caught her, she had shifted so much so subtly that he didn't realize how plain she had become. The vibrant colors washed away to hints and shimmers as she was pastel and pale. Then again she had just fainted, not slept, there was a difference he had to remind himself as he was quite content to cradle her. When she reached up to touch him, he leaned into it, not afraid of her powers no matter what they might be. Even if she evaporated the water in his skin like the bottle's splashing, it would be worth it and nothing that wouldn't heal.

Her colors returned, pinks and purples and greens and all in between for a moment, there she was. His disappointment returned when she got herself off from him, even she would recoil from him? His disappointment turned to confusion as she spoke before clarifying.

"I'm...sorry, I-I guess I forgot to save up energy to get through the day. I hope you're not hurt."

"Not a problem, Prism. Not everyday a girl literally falls into my lap. You need medical attention? Insulin? Glucose? Or just the devil himself to put you to bed?"
I say add organic pigmentation augmentation like a chameleon as a separate power, it will make him more stealthy. he can change his skin hair and eye color but not the bone or muscle structure. An asian man with african pigmentation might be looked over once in a sweep but not scrutiny, yet that is often all one needs to get past guards.
MistressCyanide said Is this a start of a relationship or a start of some stalker like behavior, I hope it is not the latter but it would be good for drama though.


That will depend, I can already see a divide because of her pastor mother and his views of the church. If he hears her life story, he'd want to take a drive down to her parents and show dear old daddy what sort of mutants he should be afraid of.

It would be interesting if it started a relationship and might heal some of the damage of his past. But a wall crawling-teleporting-ninja stalker could be fun too and also develop his character.

I should probably ask the other player her opinion. :p
Think of carnage from spiderman.
Aaaaaand cue the smitten ninja!

Truth be told there is a bit of logic to it, The short of it is he has always had a shifted view of what is acceptable, from examples such as magneto's constant cultivation of mutants even if they have no powers beyond mere physical disfigurements to live in genoshia to Nightrawlers constant oppression against his physical appearance. These have lead him to twist his views that only the physically disfigured or those unable to turn off their powers are beautiful. So far everyone has pretty much been playing 'pretty' mutants as the morloks would call them, those who are baseline humans with powers beyond that.

With their powers under control, 90% of them look just like anyone else and Magnus hates that. It makes him feel like an outsider amongst outsiders since he can never turn off being blue or having a tail. Now here comes a girl who cant stop being a human nightlight awake or asleep. Yep, he's gone.

Mind you, this is a 'first sight' thing and once he gets to know her he will shift his opinions of her. But for the moment, he's all over her.
Magnus was about to reply when something gorgeous came into the room. She was magnificent, her radiating light literally had him rooted to the spot as she deepened his shadows with her contrast. His eyes were locked on her as he reached into his silk pants and pulled out a key to set near Jax's plate.

"Go sleep in my room, end of the hall. I'll make you one in the morning. Welcome to the family."

No snide, no sarcasam, he was clearly no longer interested in the bugboy and would probably regret letting someone into his room later. But it could wait, who was this one? Obviously one of the new arrivals but he couldn't place her, he would remember someone who glowed like a sun and moved on the breeze. He watched on in stunned silence as she moved around like no one mattered while she wet herself down, evaporated water harmlessly, then put her head to the glass to drift off like she had always been here at the mansion.
***
He never noticed if jax left, he didn't recognize the other who came through or the cereal sitting out now. He didn't know how long he had been perched on the edge of the kitchen counter or even when he had set himself like a gargoyle watching over her shifting colors, lost in the trance of her vibrancy. Here she was, radiating light with no seeming way to diffuse or dismiss. Did she not care? Could she not turn it off... like him?

Her change was so subtle you never really noticed until you had to look again to see you couldn't see it. Like the full moon giving away its light to the overbearing sun or watching a rose open its petals. It wasn't until she moved that he realized she was completely different. For one thing, she wasn't floating, she was falling!
*BAMF*
He was already falling to catch her when he closed the distance on instinct, years of practice made his own motions rote and simple as he twisted in the negative space of his paternal dimension to catch her in a cloud of brimstone. He coiled his tail at the small of his back to protect his fused discs as he cradled her head into his stomach, he curled his shoulders up to prevent his own head from hitting the floor as right arm and leg stretched out under her to take the impact with left limbs poised to take the shock of weighted impact.
"Oof!"
Currently playing BL2, poor Bloodwing. Ran the first BL as mordakai the first time then the second playthrough as roland, now I'm on my first run as axton. I think the storyline for 2 is a little better than the first, a rare trait amongst sequels.
The fantastic 4 have elemental mobile suits instead of constant powers in the marvel manga-verse (and johnny storm is a girl) so i don't see why not.
Magnus' did bear a smirk, but something in his Neyaphem nature twisted the twinge to something unwanted and creepy.

"I see, do you know of a faster way to see how hard your compound eyes are? It beat the old methods: treadmills with wires hanging from you breathing in tubes or the old danger room which was pendulums and smashing walls with flamethrowers. If you want to follow your powers, you want to become a entomologist?"

The blue boy began to bus the plates and start on the dishes he dirtied making the sushi. he didn't say much as he worked to give the other time to contemplate and reply before speaking again with only the clatter of glass and metal to come from his station. The kitchen's fish smell was suddenly cut away with the aroma of lemon from the soap as he loaded the pre-washed plated into the machine for proper cleaning and sterilization.

"Was there anywhere else you would like to look at before we begin your time in the tank?"
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