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| {{Quo-Wing-Tzun
| | #REDIRECT [[Quo-Wing-Tzun]] |
| |type= Sith
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| |image= [[File:quo.png|250px]]
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| |firstname= Quo
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| |lastname= Wing-Tzun
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| |homeworld=Dathromir
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| |birth={{12ABY|27YEAR}}
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| |death=
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| |species=Zabrak
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| |gender=Male
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| |hair=None
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| |eyes=Red with Gold
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| |height=1.74m
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| |weight=92kg
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| |cyber=[[file:CyberneticArmProsthesis2.png]]
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| |mother=
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| |father=
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| |children=
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| |spouse=
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| |allies=Mystic [[Tasha'Vel Versea|Tasha'Vel Versea]]
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| |enemies=
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| |saber=Armory
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| |form=Zero
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| |weapons=Lightsaber, Vibroblade, Throwing knives
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| |fightingstyle=[[K'tara|K'tara]]
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| |profession=
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| |position=
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| |era=Dark Jedi Brotherhood
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| |affiliation=[[House Magna Ragnos|House Magna Ragnos]]
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| |ship=Tie Oppressor, 'Eenzaam'
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| |masters=Mystic Tasha'Vel Versea
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| |apprentices=
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| |dossier= [[dossier:11274|11274]]
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| }}<br>
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| _"There are no such things as absolute horizons, merely the perceptions of the beholder"_<br>
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| Quo-Wing-Tzun | |
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| ====History: Early life====<br><br>
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| He knew the living force flowed through him, and knew the duplicity of its nature, and revelled in the battle that was fought every day. He actively sought out the struggle, it gave him power, and the knowledge that he gleaned pushed him forwards in his quest for the ultimate power, the power to control death.<br>
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| Ever since he was young he had seen people with power, politically, socially, even magically, and he craved this power for himself. He watched them, silently, from hidden vantage points, desperate to ascertain exactly how they got this gift. He felt the power around him, even as a young boy, he could sense others around him, even when they weren't within plain sight, he could even grasp, at a rudimental level how they were feeling, and sometimes, when he was at his most calm, what they were thinking, how those designs were implemented to enable them to carry out their feats, even if it was only in glimpses. He would process these, and put important bits of information away until another glimpse gave him another piece to the puzzle. Sometimes he would instinctively know how a thing was done, and spent days, months, on several occasions years, practising and perfecting the new knowledge, so that he could perform the feat at will. It was this way that he learned to conceal his true nature from others, both physically, and within the living Force, trial and error, until he simply wasn't there. Of all of the knowledge that he gained, of this he was most proud, it protected him, embracing him in it's dark shield, keeping the others out of his self constructed exile of his own bubble of sanctuary, a protection that moulded the way he would respond to people in later life.<br>
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| He never knew his father, and his mother was only a vague impression, one which he could only feel when he was immersed within his connection to the force. A sense of abandonment, loss, and pain, like a broken tooth, aching constantly. He always felt alone, even when he was surrounded by a city planet full of people, never connecting to others, instead remaining separated, mentally and emotionally, he had always been that way as long as he could remember. Not that he minded, he liked the solitude, although it would cause problems later in life, not for him, for others that were around him.<br><br>
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| ====History: Adolescence====<br><br>
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| Hopping from ship to ship, sometimes stowing away, sometimes working his keep as a deck hand, or assistant engineer, he made his way across the Galaxy towards the centre, towards Coruscant. This was where all the spacers said that the power was, where a man could make his fortune, where all the good contracts were, so this was where he was headed. It felt right. For a full nine months he travelled in a zigzag route across the shipping lanes with each new ship before he finally arrived, a nobody, on a city planet full of somebodies, or somebody wannabes. Perfect. Here he could disappear, here he could learn, here he could prepare.<br>
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| He made his occupation of this planet down in the lowest levels of the city. It was here that he met Keevo Danext, a Basilisk racketeer, who took him under his wing, after he had killed a runner. Keevo believed that he had done it by accident and Quo let him believe that. The racketeer wasn't happy, thinking that now he would never get his money, until Quo showed him the credit slip that he had taken from the body, which was Quo's original incentive. Keevo was impressed, and even let Quo keep the difference in credits, minus an administration fee. Danext found a small apartment for the young Zabrak to live in, it kept him close to him should he need him, and an unmarked, indistinct communicator, keeping Quo in his employ. Quo learned the ways of the underworld, with Keevo's tutelage, and soon amassed a tidy amount of money, not to mention a few handy pieces of weaponry and equipment along the way. His vibro blades, throwing knives, and micro blaster were all small enough to be concealed, and he was proficient enough to use them adequately. His preference was always with the blade though, quiet, less messy, and attracting a lot less interest from passers by.<br>
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| By the time he left Coruscant he had a comfortable amount of money, and had learned a great many things about the nature of people, plus refined his engineering skills.<br><br>
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| ====The Training Twenties====<br>
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| Having found himself on his own, following the voices inside his head, most notably the spirit of a Nightsister called Asa. She guided him from world to world, picking up skills and equipment that he would need for his quest, finally bringing him to the planet of Karana III, where he was told he would find a woman who would guide him in his efforts and be an anchor to his life. Though Asa's guidance to the House was correct, she proved incorrect in the location of the individual that he sought. However there were several clues there that Quo followed onwards towards Loki, in the Phare system.<br>
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| Setting his ship down well away from the centrally populated areas, he followed his spirit guide as she led him towards his goal of finding the woman who would prove to be the most important, and influential in his life so far.<br>
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| Making his way to the very heart of operations for House Magna Ragnos, he tracked, and finally found her inside the inner sanctum of citadel.<br>
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| The young Twi'lek, even younger than himself, was quite a surprise to the Zabrak warrior, and he was often found arguing with Asa over whether she had made a gargantuan mistake. Asa was steadfast in her resolution that this was the person to whom she would be passing the baton of instruction. Unconvinced as he was Asa persuaded him to slice into the communications system, and leave a message on her file that would peak her interest, which of course it did.<br>
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| Tasha'Vel Versea was that woman, and although neither of them particularly enjoyed the company of others, when they met there was a connection. Tasha'Vel agreed to train the young Zabrak, and over the days and months they grew into a formidable partnership. Even though the young Sith was hungry for power, and fully focussed upon his life goals, this woman knew a thing or two, and their training was invaluable to him.<br>
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| During one sparring session, however, Tasha'Vel's training of the young Zabrak proved to be too good, and she allowed him into her mind, triggering a fight or flight response, which almost cost him his life, as her training came to the fore, and she unleashed her powers on him. If it wasn't for Tasha'Vel's quick thinking and actions he would be dead, as she fought to save her apprentice. Surviving the encounter Quo held no grudge against her, he merely felt it was a step along his path that had to be taken, and realising that he had a lot to learn. In some ways he felt he had let her down by not being good enough to withstand her test.<br>
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| After a lot of rehabilitation, and having to permanently wear a breathing prosthetic, with a voice enhancer, Quo was once again up on his feet, eager to learn more. How far his training will lead him will have to be proved, however he is singularly determined never to let his Master down again if he can help it.<br>
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| Many partnerships would have been shattered by the event, however Quo and Tasha'Vel have formed a connection that is stronger after than it was before.<br>
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| == Physical Description ==<br><br>
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| At first glance Quo is often dismissed as just another passer by, however, should the viewer take time to assess his physique closely they would notice the litheness of his movements, with an absence of unnecessary energy. He could be described as "squat", though this would fail to take into account the natural power contained within his muscular frame, and the unnerving lack of noise as he moved from place to place. <br>
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| The first thing that people notice is the breathing prosthetic covering his nose and mouth, tubing looping over his ears, leading to a control panel that Quo wears on his chest beneath his tunic. A vocal coder was also introduced to assist his speech.
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| Rugged, without being ugly, though not exactly handsome either, dark, almost ebony skin is highlighted with bright yellow tattoos, arranged in an organic, flowing design. His head is shaved, leaving the cranium bald, which only accentuates the line of shiny, ivory, horny outgrowths, that sit like a crown around his head. The eyes are piercing, and unwavering, once they lock onto a person they appear to capture them, unblinking, and focussed. Cutting through the centre of his face is a lean nose, with slightly narrowed nostrils, which lead down to a narrow mouth, although with full lips. A missing front tooth lends an asymmetry when Quo smiles, or more likely grimaces at the observer. The chin below is dimpled, and square in shape, although not broad, the face itself denotes the strength of character that lies beneath.<br>
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| Quo's hands are long and slim, showing signs of hard work, being calloused and scarred, his right hand having been replaced with a cybernetic implant from just above the elbow joint, after a close encounter with a Charnoq on Maridun.<br>
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