Name: Aslond Von
Nickname: Rutian
Age: 27
Sex: Yes please, err...um, Male
Species: Twi'lek
Race: Rutian
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190pd
Hair: None
Eyes: Blue
Distinguished Markings: Black tatoos that mar his otherwise perfect skin. They crawl from his lower torso to his shoulders in a sort of snake-like flame pattern.
Long scar down right shin.
Personality- Aslond is a very strange person. He grew up being pampered for higher things, as he had unnaturally long Lekku and was born a Rutian. His parents never really interacted with him and left his schooling to a sort of nanny that really didn't care for him either. When he was seventeen he ran away from home in attempts to join the Imperial Army. He ended up in the slums of a run down city.
There he got involved with a crime boss that hired the pretty boy Twi'lek out as a sort of personal attendant. Aslond was happy working for the crime boss, he was payed well and taken care of, but he learned he would never achieve his dream of becoming a member of the Imperial forces as had been his childhood dream.
As a year passed, two, the crime boss grew tired of his attendant and had him sold off as a slave to a rather pecular art collecter on Nar Shada. His new owner, Jehany, was an eccentric young woman who had come across a lot of money by selling her works. What he didn't know is that she also had an interest in the art of combat with the Twi'lek Lyaer'tsa.
The Lyaer'tsa was a staff with a vibroblade at the end, made for injury but not to kill in combat. As a higher status child, Aslond had been trained in its use, but never to any extent. Every night that Jehany was home, Aslond was taken down to her lower appartment and made to partake in a form of dancing combat with her. Though female, Jehany was very limber and quick. Many times Aslond was left to bleed on the floor until she got home and decided to patch him up. For four years this continued, Aslond getting better and better, but slowly more demented. He began to enjoy every cut, every drop of sweat. Combat was a dance for him, life an eternal struggle, but he also grew tired of Jehany.
One night, when she was unprepared for his onslaught, Aslond defeated Jehany in his own manner. He left her on the floor, pleeding for him to finish her off, one hundred cuts covering her body. She bled, her right arm broken behind her back where Aslond had brought her down in his final blow. He laugh, something just uproarously funny, and left.
For the next three years he roamed about the galaxy, pirating and smuggling. He specialised in Twi'lek slaves and other forms of slavery, hating his own species and most humanoid species. He was known for his ruthless fighting tactics inside and outside of the cockpit, but no longer showed that heavily sadistic side so publicly. Instead he seemed to have become scitsophrenic, talking to himself and people that weren't there, but this isn't what got him caught. An Imperial customs agent, posing as a young human female managed to catch Aslond's eye, and his heart. She betrayed him, and for a year Aslond spent time in an Imperial camp before given a choice: Stay here or join the Empire. Aslond left that very day for the Imperial Navy.
