OC from a friends fanfic story
Curzor is a Nelvanian, from the Genndy Tartakovsky Clone Wars episode. The Nelvan are slender, lupine, blue-furred folk of a low-tech level, a tribal people of hunters and agrarian farmers. In the episode, the male warriors of the tribe were kidnapped by Seppys and experimented on, leaving them mutated hulking brutes with their right hands replaced with weapons. Anakin frees them, slays the men who enslaved them, and reunties them with their women and children. Symbolically lacking his own hand, Anakin is implied to become something of a hero-god to them.
Now it is two or more generations on, on Nelvaan. Anakin Skywalker, the Ghost-Hand Warrior has passed into legend. The mutated genes have incorporated into the genepool, some male Nelvaan being born of massive size and strength. Enter Curzor, who is not just huge and ferocious, but is touched by the Force. I conceive of a hunter so dangerous he becomes shunned by his otherwise peaceful people. Inured on legends of the man who became Darth Vader, Curzor trains himself in the dark side of the Force, slaying and killing not for meat and the hunt, but from the joy of death. On other worlds, he might have been a great threat; on Nelvaan, he is merely a monster along the lines of Mr.Hyde, combined with Bigfoot. He lives on a twisted code of honor, where the weak are his rightful prey, and each hunt adds to his fame.