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Tall and muscular, K'Tharrark is never seen without his mask in place. His body is covered in thick exoskeletal plates, over which he dons further energy-dissipating armor.
Discerning, long-suffering, dutiful
A shrewd negotiator with a fierce protectiveness for his crew and ship. Constantly torn between pride in his crew, and complete exasperation at their behavior.
K'Tharrark was raised in a typical Xhol'ta horde, brought up on tradition of war and conquest. His people valued being in a state of constant conflict equally with others, each other, and the universe itself, believing it to be the means by which their people grow stronger. Their culture was a brutal one, with no real room for change, but as they moved through their corner of the galaxy and he grew older, K'Tharrark came of the controversial opinion that if they were to learn cooperation the Xhol'ta would only become more resilient. There were none who could see things the same, and eventually he could stand their cyclical violence no longer and broke away from them, ranging out into the wider galaxy to make his own way.
Turns out it's hard to make an honest living in the galaxy when your species is so well known for nothing but cruelty. He managed to find a place among a relatively large bounty hunting crew, accepted on species reputation alone. The Pitfall was not a tight-knit crew by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a successful one, at least, that is, until their ambitions grew bigger than their means. They took on a mission above their ranking, and the target tore them apart. When all was said and done, you could count the crew on a single hand, and those who remained departed ways, not wanting to stay on a ship with ill fortune. Only K'Tharrark remained.
He renamed the ship Insidiae, and began forming his own crew, gathering them together from the unwanted and the desperate. He aims to reform the galaxy into a better and safer place to be, one job at a time.
The simplest way to deal with the Xhol'ta race is to avoid them entirely. War and conflict are ways of life to them, and a respectful greeting among their kind is to immediately attack. Accordingly, they are not very numerous, and don't tend to roam far from their corner of the galaxy. Their civilization is made up of roaming hives, each ruled by a single monarch. Territories and thrones are constantly shifting and trading hands, the only constant being the continuing chaos of it.
Their biology is insectoid, with two sets of arms and thick exoskeletal plates. Evolution of the species has turned them nearly indestructible by blades or claw, and even when harmed they possess the ability to regrow entire limbs given enough time and molts. They are stronger proportionally than a base human, though usually not as quick, and can live for short stints even in the vacuum of space.