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Tessik, middle child of a clutch of five, is a Trandoshan who takes his culture's practices deathly seriously. He's a hunter, shaman, and taxidermist; in accordance with the edicts of his goddess, the Scorekeeper, Tessik seeks out mortal conflict in order to appease his deity, using his captured or killed quarry as sacrificial offerings to the Scorekeeper. To offworlders, it's savage barbarism, but to Tessik, it's as important to life as breath and water; he is very much convinced of the Scorekeeper's sway in the material world, and does not want to displease her. His life revolved around the tenets of huntsmanship, ritual, and struggle.
Unlike several of his kinsman who engage in the same brutal lifestyle, Tessik doesn't rely on blasters; he prefers the old methods. An accomplished martial artist, Tessik uses fist, foot and steel to subdue and slaughter, to devastating effect on those who he can get close enough to. Tessik justifies this counter-intuitive view simply; blaster burns ruin pelts, skins and other would-be trophy offerings, and as stated above, he is not of a mind to risk invoking his goddess' wrath. When he is absolutely forced to use a blaster, where pragmatism dictates, he is bitterly distasteful but nevertheless capable.
From a young age, Tessik learned quickly about what it meant to be Trandoshan, and his upbringing was one of sheer physicality. Learning to fight and struggle to succeed against his siblings was just par for the course, be it for favour or food, and superstition was drilled into him early. The Scorekeeper could see all, would favour the strong and punish the weak; Trandoshans were her chosen but only those who acted in her dictated path could truly call themselves Trandoshan. Naturally, this cultivated a strong sense of competition in young Tessik and his clutch-mates, from as trivial as ownership to as grave as blood feuds.
Hatched in the dying stages of the Republic Era, Tessik's ultimate dream is to hunt and kill a Jedi. With the purges culling an already dwindling number, this seems a long shot, but the Trandoshan is confident that the Scorekeeper will provide, should he simply prove worthy enough in her eyes to pursue the quarry. In this, Tessik hunts -anything-; animals, droids, people, all are fair game so long as they provide a challenge enough.
As a Trandoshan, Tessik is big. At the age of nineteen by the time of the Battle of Yavin, he was a lofty 203cm, and weighed just shy of 140 kilograms. What makes his stature truly terrifying, however, is his agility and speed; two decades of martial practice had given him not only strength but speed to boot. Add that to a sadistically shrewd mind and you get a monster that can think enough to find a way to track you down, move fast enough to keep a step ahead, and hit hard enough to crush bones and mash innards in short order. It's little wonder he's got a reputation among the Trandoshan people as something of a throwback to the old ways, but one to be reasonably fearful of; sword in hand, curses and hexes at the tongue, he seems almost lifted from the pages of history, awoken with a thirst for blood.
Tessik's key kills have been a bare-handed slaying of a Silverback Wookiee on his rite-of-passage hunt, as well as a juvenile Krayt Dragon, whose fire-scorched bones form a key part in the Trandoshan's traditional witch-doctor-esque attire. When hunting, Tessik wears what is practical, but for hexing and blessings, the Trandoshan favours bone armour (again, Krayt Dragon) and charred feathers, once more hearkening back to older Trandoshani traditions and superstitions to instil fear.
Despite performing most tasks with his right hand, Tessik is a left handed writer. His writing is not the neatest, however.
Like many Trandoshans, Tessik tends to prefer to go barefoot than rely on adapted footwear. Tessik's reasoning is that it allows him a better contact with the ground, to better 'sense' things out. Being reptilian, Tessik can 'smell' through his tongue; constantly sampling the air for chemical signals that can help clue him in to what goes on around him.
Tessik, like many Trandoshans, sheds his skin once a year. It makes him extremely irritable and infantile during the tenuous month-long process; ripping clean out of one's own dead skin is a painfully aggravating process, after all.
Tessik fears the cold. Being of reptilian physiology, extended periods of time in sub-zero temperatures has him running the risk of torpor. He's used this to his advantage; chilling himself before trying to bypass thermal sensors, but it's something he is truly terrified of.
He got his scars from fighting his brothers.
By Trandoshan standards, Tessik is rather soft spoken; he doesn't have a very loud or indeed very imposing voice at all.
Tessik's primary vocation is not hunting, but in fact something analogous to a witch-doctor. Among the more superstitious of his kind, Tessik can tend to ill fortune, bless and properly prepare offerings, tend to funerary rites and bestow good fortune upon those seeking it. His status doesn't actually confer any powers or magical aptitude, of course, but as with all religious practice, some take the view it's best not to test this.