Physical Appearance

Language: Mon Calamari
Marking Color: Red
Eye Color: Light Blue
Skin Color: Green
Height: 5'8
Weight: 154
Age: 23
Name: Ryku Dryeken
Physical Build: Slim but muscular
Homeworld: Tsudo (Zudo)

Skills/Attributes

1)  Skilling in many martial arts (unarmed and knuckler styles)
2)  Trained in the ways of swords both single and double blade.
  - Specificly uses double bladed swords or duel weilds in melee combat
  - Also trained in the use of a sniper rifle and blaster rifle
3)  Can understand most languages
  - Can speak many languages too

Background - History

Rahhu was only 8 when the Imperials began to send Troopers to the surface to scout for civilization. They came swiftly without warning. The Mon Calamari of Tsudo spent many years of their lives training in martial arts and weapon combat.

When the first cities would be found a war would begin, small though it was many of the Mon Calamari died trying to defend lands they had called home. Rahhu's home was in one of the first cities to be attacked. Fleeing from the battles wasconsidered an act of great dishonour. Ashamed of himself, he ran back only to find burning buildings and a couple Stormtroopers looking for survivors. He found a sword on the remains of a body and lunged toward the nearest trooper. The sword had pierced the white armor and crimson blood poured from the break in the armor, other troopers came quickly. Rahhu was to young and not strong enough to fight off the many that came, but he would die with honor if it was the only way he could avenge his family.

He hadn't faught long when the Stormtrooper wearing blood covered armor had appeared from behind the many white suits that had surrounded him. The blood shined in the light and the trooper began to speak.

"Your people are dead surrender pest." A voice came from the armor that showed no sound of mercy.

"Never!" Rahhu lurched forward from the ground and tried to slash at the blood stained armor. The blade was caught in the hands of the enemy. "If you want to fight me then at least try to hurt me."

The other Stormtroopers now backed away and made a larger circle while a sword was handed to the much stronger opponent now standing directly infront of Rahhu. "Tell me your name murderer" Rahhu screamed. The almost red armor made a swift movement forward and cut Rahhu arcoss the arm that caused him to fall back to the ground and shiver in pain.

How does he move so quickly...

He could hear all the Stormtroopers laughing at him as he stumbled to get to his feet, blood ran down his arm onto the sword in his hand. Rahhu knew he had a very slim chance of living so he faught with the best of his abilities. When he attacked he would move slightly to lessen the impact of the swords clashing. Rahhu had never cared to much about fighting since he was to young to go to battle when they accured between two cities, but now it was his life on the line and he had to remember everything he was taught while a man double his size attacked him viciously. Suddenly all the action stopped, Rahhu wasn't focused on the fight but was in a subconcious state watching for his opponents weakness. All the surrounding Stormtroopers stood still. Looking around he had noticed blood covering the ground.

Have I bled that much?

The he spotted the body on the ground, the blood stained armor motionless. Rahhu had not killed him, a man was standing over the body with a sword stuck in the chest plate. He must have dropped down from the tree cover above. "Fire!" Screamed a Stormtrooper as he pulled out his black rifle and shot at the mysterious man. Lasers blasted into the armor of Rahhu's saviour, slowly the figure dropped to the ground before Rahhu. He looked at the face of the one who had just saved him to see it was his brother.

"Nooo!" Rahhu screamed as tears flowed down his face. The Stormtroopers moved closer and grabbed him and he felt a sting on the back of his neck.
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Seven years later Rahhu found himself wearing the white armor of the forces that killed his family. He tried to forget his past life and found his new life to be a way to start over. He had made one friend in the academy, his name was Kel. Rahhu and Kel faught in the same squad, in a small fire-fight Kel was shot and killed by a Rebel sniper. Rahhu never tried to make friends with anyone after that since he felt that he was only a disposable item for the Empire.

After many other conflicts with the Rebels, Rahhu began to feel a sense of place and faught as hard as he could. Every battle only brought him closer to the feel of the armor he would wear in service of the Empire. His attitude slowly changed and he became a true soldier willing to fight and die for who he served. After some few years Rahhu had come to forget the murder of his brother and the destruction of his homeland.

Hmm ment to put in that the mysterious man (brother)  dropped down from the trees (edited)

The Stromtrooper that caught the blade did so with both hands flat palmed, didn't think to type it that way. He is also a very skilled warrior hence all the blood shed onto his armor. (Skilled but not very clean )

And the sword was made from a race that lived around the melee combat who thought of ranged weapons as cowardice.

I might edit it a little more to fix the issues of any confusion.