Klaang

Captain Bodok Klaang.

Stats
Age: Thirty Six Years.

Species: Klingon/Hirogen hybrid).

Height: 6'7

Weight: 285 lbs.

Hair Color: None.

Eye Color: Black with red irises.

Skin Color: A 50/50 blend of dog shit brown and gang rape gray.

Hobbies: Weapon collecting, experimenting with spicy food and making small children cry by his passing.

The Nitty Gritty
Though the exact origins of the relationship between his parents - Admiral B'Vat and a Hirogen female who arrived well ahead of the recent arrival of their vessels in Romulan space - remains unknown to Klaang, it has always been a subject of much mystery. The whereabouts and even name of his mother are unknown, and her death has been presumed by most, including Klaang.

Klaang was born in 2373, the youngest of B'vats four children. His eldest two siblings, K'das and Kehlet, were the product of his marriage with his estranged wife, Kortalia. As both he and his sister were bastards, (literally and figurativey) they were never really considered members of the house of B'Vat properly, and thus are ghobe'tuq, which translated quite literally as 'no house.'

While he was a single minded warmonger, anti-federation bigot and a staunch believer in the fundamental superiority of the Klingon Way over all others, he never shirked his responsibility as a father and made sure all his children were cared for.

Klaang and his older sister Katella were raised in a modest house at the outermost edge of the House of B’Vat grounds in the First City. Where they were kept in comfortable living, never needing or wanting for food, clothing or education. However, they were starved for affection, even by Klingon standards.

The only House B’vat member proper that spent much of any time with either child was their elder sister, Kehlet, who referred to them somewhat derisively as a ‘pair of armadillo crocodiles.’ However, regardless of her outward attitude, she took them under her wing whenever her mother was away, teaching them to beat the crap out of the whelps of House L’egot and eat Cardassian taspar that some filthy immigrant introduced into the local ecosystem. Slimy, viscous and delicious.

While she and Katella took turns beating Klaang up, and explaining he’d always be alone because of his small muSHa'etlh, (love sword) he learned what was expected of a young Klingon male. So, he acquired a working knowledge of a wide variety of cuss words in both Klingon and Human, how to set mostly non-lethal trips for neighborhood children.