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Name: Aemon Werda
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Height: 5"8'
Weight: 150lbs.
Species: Human-Echani
Force Sensitive: Yes, trained as well
Faction: Sith Brotherhood
Rank: Sith
Class: Inquisitor
Description: Aemon is more on the handsome side when it comes to looks, and some might describe him as handsome in a haunting way. His hair is short and dark black, with small streaks of white from his Echani heritage. His skin is a pale Caucasian, resulting from both his Echani heritageand his habit of covering himself no matter the weather. Etched into his face are the markings of years, these wrinkles are almost visible and are taking more of a hold the older he gets. He has a medium frame which is moderately muscled, which is from years of training his mind rather than his might. His looks can be described as cool and calculating, with his eyes always assessing a situation and all its potential. He is never seen without his traditional Sith robe or his mask, which he wears with pride of his ancestry. His use of the dark side has taken its toll upon his body, with the damaging effects coursing through his veins with every heart beat. His blackened veins and darkened eyes become more and more visible if he does not medicate himself or rest. He does his best to reverse these effects with his Ancestors notes, force of will, and modern medicine. All showing varying amounts of success. Throughout the years of his Sithhood he had felt a malevolent force clinging to him, a veritable tumor of dark energy. It weighs down on him and seems to be the source of his degradation.
Personality: Not many have seen Aemons true side and those that have are either dead or those he trusts, but even those trusted few are kept at an arms (including the Lightsaber) length. His outward persona can be described as a calm sea, but not is all as it seems under the surface. To those that are somewhat close to him he is charismatic and kind in a distant sense. To others he seems to be a cold and distant manipulator, using hollow words and forging fake friendships to further his own power. This opinion of him is not far off, he often uses his charms to worm his way into the minds of his targets to gain their trust. His nature however doesn't mean that he can't be eloquent or kind when he needs to be, and is seen as courteous and well mannered in social situations. He lays out his plans with precision and is painfully methodical
He often shuts himself out from the affairs of the world for days on end, fervently working on his tomes and rituals. He frequently forgets to eat or drink while absorbed into his research. During some of these intervals it's obvious that he is not himself. His eyes darken and his mask is often removed revealing a spiderweb of blackened bloodvessels spreading across his face. His face void of expression and voice listless and hollow. To observers he seems to talk to himself, and the conversations themselves carry on either for hours or mere minutes.
Attributes:
Strength: 4/10 He is more trained in the art of the manipulation and the force than strength, but he more than makes up for it. This doesn't mean he is weak as he can still hold his own in a fight.
Dexterity: 5/10 Aemon can be nimble and quick when he needs to but, but his physique bars him from doing any major feats of acrobatics.
Intellect: 8/10 His most powerful weapon is not the force or his Lightsaber, but his mind. Which when put to use, can prove mighty indeed.
Charisma: 7/10 He is skilled in the art of manipulation and espionage. He can prove to be very persuasive and civilized speaker.
Wisdom: 7/10 Due to years of espionage and social climbing his senses and mental clarity are well attuned, and remain powerful assets.
Attributes continued: Aemons health and endurance are average, if a bit lacking. He can withstand a few blows and run for a short distance but not for too long. He is more used to ancient archives or espionage rather than combat or long term field work.
Skills: In a duel he can prove to be a worthy opponent due to his training, his fighting style is both parts aggressive and defensive with the intent of tiring his opponent with decisive strikes. He also had basic training in hand to hand with teachings in the Echani style from his mother in his early years. In the area of the force Aemon can use the fields of energy and mental manipulation to great effect. He often calls upon these powers to help in his duties as an Inquisitor, using them in combat as well as out of it. He has basic training in acrobatics to be able to block an incoming attack with one fluid motion. He is fluent in galactic basic, and is able to read someone's body language. Due to years of research and paitience he is able to translate basic forms of ancient languages, mainly ancient Sith.
Gear:
Lightsaber:
-Synthetic red crystal
-Hlit is slightly curved to compliment Aemons fighting style.
-hilts coloring is full black, making it easier to hide in the folds of his robes
Vibrodagger:
-Small basic Vibrodagger hidden in his boot for surprise attacks
-Basic design no modifications
Sith Robes:
-Colored black with silver lining on the hem
-Hooded
-Design allows free movement
-Hidden pockets line the inside of the robe, allowing for discreet storage and easy access.
Sith Mask:
-Colored a metallic silver, blood red streaks run down from eye slits
-Covers all of face
-Provides little to no protection, serving as mainly a symbol of his Sithhood
-Has a basic air scrubber built in to remove toxins and chemicals from breathable air, only works for a few minutes can't be used for long periods of time
Assorted Items:
-Carries with him his Ancestors Holocron at all times, he can't risk it being stolen
-Small keepsake ring from childhood, a reminder of happier days
-Small medical kit, basic bandaging or pain suppressor
-Portable communicator, for when reinforcements are truly required.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
"This is the mantra I have repeated to steady my hand, to ease my inner self of the pain I wrought and the destruction I sow. It is the mantra I repeated in my mind when I endured my training to Sithhood. It is what I shatter the minds of lesser beings with, over years of torture. It is the final phrase I shall utter when I shatter the chains of my mortality and step into eternity immortal and free!"
Aemon was born into the noble house of Werda on the planet Serenno, he lived with his human father Lord Caram Werda and Echani mother Lady Brankasta Werda. He lived most of his early days exploring the vast family estate, or reading late into the night in his fathers library. All while having a vast assortment of staff to cater to his whims. All in all his childhood was fairly normal with loving parents and a proper education to set him down the path that his father took, that of a bureaucrat and a scholar. At the age of eight he started to show some power over the force, with the first event being him pushing over a priceless family vase without touching it. With Serenno being in Sith space his parents decided to hide his newfound abilities, so that he would not be discovered by the order. Even with his parents protection Aemons path was set, when he had turned thirteen he had found ruins in the outer reaches of his family's estate. Being of an academic mind and naturally curious he descended into the unknown reaches of the vast crypt. What he found in there he could not comprehend, filling the ancient sepulcher were the burial chambers of Warriors Long dead. Most were unmarked and had been ransacked long ago, leaving behind only desecrated bones and rubble. The final chamber was different, it was remarkably undisturbed with the skeleton still lying in it's stone sarcophagus. The top of which had been removed, and lay a few feet away. The walls were lined with ancient tomes, Aemon put the more preserved ones in a bag he had brought along and ripped out the preserved pages in the dilapidated ones. The real prize however was the singular Holocron clutched in the dead mans hands, he did his best to try to pry it out of the skeletal grip.
When the Holocron finally came loose it was if the world had gone silent and dark. The stone chamber around him began to slowly disappear, before him was a masked figure advancing toward him. It wore the same mask as the dead man that lay in the stone sarcophagus. As the figure reached him he heard it speak to him in a dark and guttural voice Accept your inheritance of darkness descendant, let it fester within you. the shade then rushed him, enveloping him in a dark cloud of gas. Filling his lungs and invading his thoughts, the event rendered him unconscious. He awoke a few days later in his bed, he had been found wandering the grounds babbling about a dark entity and something about the rebirth of creation
It took a few weeks to recover from the incident, with his mind still fuzzy and a strange disease like fatigue that weakened him. His prize of the Holocron and the ancient tomes were still secured safely in his bag, it had lain unchecked by his bedside with one addition being the figures mask. His mind was filled with the figures voice at night and during the day, often devolving into shouting when he would not do as they asked. After this experience his became a mere shell of the adventurous boy he had once been, devoting days upon days to studying the tomes and deciphering their meanings. This behavior would continue into his teenage years, as he gradually slipped farther and farther into the dark side. His power with the force grew as he was taught by his long dead master. His mind slipping farther and farther, he managed to save what was left of it by quieting the voices using his newly found force powers. He learned through the texts that the figure was one of his ancestors on his fathers side, the entity was actually Artium Werda a well respected Noble man and entrepreneur. He was better known to his followers however as Darth Banius, leader of an ancient Sith cult that had once taken refuge in Serenno. His secret had died with him, with his family never learning of their true origin. Throughout all the years of study he had not been able to open the Holocron with all attempts with using the force of just simply breaking it open failing. At eighteen Aemon left home, under the guise of learning about the galaxy and its history. His parents had never caught on to how far their son had fallen, or where his mind had gone. He soon joined the Sith Brotherhood on Korriban and rose to the prestigious rank of Sith nquisitor. Using his ability in the force and natural persuasion to his advantage in breaking prisoners and climbing political circles.
He still dreams at night of the experience he had in the ruins, and his ancestors haunting words. The voices urge him to continue his grandsires works, and finish what had eluded him. Immortality. His dreams haunt him at all hours and tell him of the power he will have. Of how the entirety of creation shall know his name. The galaxy shall be swallowed in fire and death, remolded into whatever he wished. Until then however he shall serve faithfully in the brotherhood, always watching, always waiting.
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Height: 5"8'
Weight: 150lbs.
Species: Human-Echani
Force Sensitive: Yes, trained as well
Faction: Sith Brotherhood
Rank: Sith
Class: Inquisitor
Description: Aemon is more on the handsome side when it comes to looks, and some might describe him as handsome in a haunting way. His hair is short and dark black, with small streaks of white from his Echani heritage. His skin is a pale Caucasian, resulting from both his Echani heritageand his habit of covering himself no matter the weather. Etched into his face are the markings of years, these wrinkles are almost visible and are taking more of a hold the older he gets. He has a medium frame which is moderately muscled, which is from years of training his mind rather than his might. His looks can be described as cool and calculating, with his eyes always assessing a situation and all its potential. He is never seen without his traditional Sith robe or his mask, which he wears with pride of his ancestry. His use of the dark side has taken its toll upon his body, with the damaging effects coursing through his veins with every heart beat. His blackened veins and darkened eyes become more and more visible if he does not medicate himself or rest. He does his best to reverse these effects with his Ancestors notes, force of will, and modern medicine. All showing varying amounts of success. Throughout the years of his Sithhood he had felt a malevolent force clinging to him, a veritable tumor of dark energy. It weighs down on him and seems to be the source of his degradation.
Personality: Not many have seen Aemons true side and those that have are either dead or those he trusts, but even those trusted few are kept at an arms (including the Lightsaber) length. His outward persona can be described as a calm sea, but not is all as it seems under the surface. To those that are somewhat close to him he is charismatic and kind in a distant sense. To others he seems to be a cold and distant manipulator, using hollow words and forging fake friendships to further his own power. This opinion of him is not far off, he often uses his charms to worm his way into the minds of his targets to gain their trust. His nature however doesn't mean that he can't be eloquent or kind when he needs to be, and is seen as courteous and well mannered in social situations. He lays out his plans with precision and is painfully methodical
He often shuts himself out from the affairs of the world for days on end, fervently working on his tomes and rituals. He frequently forgets to eat or drink while absorbed into his research. During some of these intervals it's obvious that he is not himself. His eyes darken and his mask is often removed revealing a spiderweb of blackened bloodvessels spreading across his face. His face void of expression and voice listless and hollow. To observers he seems to talk to himself, and the conversations themselves carry on either for hours or mere minutes.
Attributes:
Strength: 4/10 He is more trained in the art of the manipulation and the force than strength, but he more than makes up for it. This doesn't mean he is weak as he can still hold his own in a fight.
Dexterity: 5/10 Aemon can be nimble and quick when he needs to but, but his physique bars him from doing any major feats of acrobatics.
Intellect: 8/10 His most powerful weapon is not the force or his Lightsaber, but his mind. Which when put to use, can prove mighty indeed.
Charisma: 7/10 He is skilled in the art of manipulation and espionage. He can prove to be very persuasive and civilized speaker.
Wisdom: 7/10 Due to years of espionage and social climbing his senses and mental clarity are well attuned, and remain powerful assets.
Attributes continued: Aemons health and endurance are average, if a bit lacking. He can withstand a few blows and run for a short distance but not for too long. He is more used to ancient archives or espionage rather than combat or long term field work.
Skills: In a duel he can prove to be a worthy opponent due to his training, his fighting style is both parts aggressive and defensive with the intent of tiring his opponent with decisive strikes. He also had basic training in hand to hand with teachings in the Echani style from his mother in his early years. In the area of the force Aemon can use the fields of energy and mental manipulation to great effect. He often calls upon these powers to help in his duties as an Inquisitor, using them in combat as well as out of it. He has basic training in acrobatics to be able to block an incoming attack with one fluid motion. He is fluent in galactic basic, and is able to read someone's body language. Due to years of research and paitience he is able to translate basic forms of ancient languages, mainly ancient Sith.
Gear:
Lightsaber:
-Synthetic red crystal
-Hlit is slightly curved to compliment Aemons fighting style.
-hilts coloring is full black, making it easier to hide in the folds of his robes
Vibrodagger:
-Small basic Vibrodagger hidden in his boot for surprise attacks
-Basic design no modifications
Sith Robes:
-Colored black with silver lining on the hem
-Hooded
-Design allows free movement
-Hidden pockets line the inside of the robe, allowing for discreet storage and easy access.
Sith Mask:
-Colored a metallic silver, blood red streaks run down from eye slits
-Covers all of face
-Provides little to no protection, serving as mainly a symbol of his Sithhood
-Has a basic air scrubber built in to remove toxins and chemicals from breathable air, only works for a few minutes can't be used for long periods of time
Assorted Items:
-Carries with him his Ancestors Holocron at all times, he can't risk it being stolen
-Small keepsake ring from childhood, a reminder of happier days
-Small medical kit, basic bandaging or pain suppressor
-Portable communicator, for when reinforcements are truly required.
Peace is a lie, there is only passion
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me.
"This is the mantra I have repeated to steady my hand, to ease my inner self of the pain I wrought and the destruction I sow. It is the mantra I repeated in my mind when I endured my training to Sithhood. It is what I shatter the minds of lesser beings with, over years of torture. It is the final phrase I shall utter when I shatter the chains of my mortality and step into eternity immortal and free!"
Aemon was born into the noble house of Werda on the planet Serenno, he lived with his human father Lord Caram Werda and Echani mother Lady Brankasta Werda. He lived most of his early days exploring the vast family estate, or reading late into the night in his fathers library. All while having a vast assortment of staff to cater to his whims. All in all his childhood was fairly normal with loving parents and a proper education to set him down the path that his father took, that of a bureaucrat and a scholar. At the age of eight he started to show some power over the force, with the first event being him pushing over a priceless family vase without touching it. With Serenno being in Sith space his parents decided to hide his newfound abilities, so that he would not be discovered by the order. Even with his parents protection Aemons path was set, when he had turned thirteen he had found ruins in the outer reaches of his family's estate. Being of an academic mind and naturally curious he descended into the unknown reaches of the vast crypt. What he found in there he could not comprehend, filling the ancient sepulcher were the burial chambers of Warriors Long dead. Most were unmarked and had been ransacked long ago, leaving behind only desecrated bones and rubble. The final chamber was different, it was remarkably undisturbed with the skeleton still lying in it's stone sarcophagus. The top of which had been removed, and lay a few feet away. The walls were lined with ancient tomes, Aemon put the more preserved ones in a bag he had brought along and ripped out the preserved pages in the dilapidated ones. The real prize however was the singular Holocron clutched in the dead mans hands, he did his best to try to pry it out of the skeletal grip.
When the Holocron finally came loose it was if the world had gone silent and dark. The stone chamber around him began to slowly disappear, before him was a masked figure advancing toward him. It wore the same mask as the dead man that lay in the stone sarcophagus. As the figure reached him he heard it speak to him in a dark and guttural voice Accept your inheritance of darkness descendant, let it fester within you. the shade then rushed him, enveloping him in a dark cloud of gas. Filling his lungs and invading his thoughts, the event rendered him unconscious. He awoke a few days later in his bed, he had been found wandering the grounds babbling about a dark entity and something about the rebirth of creation
It took a few weeks to recover from the incident, with his mind still fuzzy and a strange disease like fatigue that weakened him. His prize of the Holocron and the ancient tomes were still secured safely in his bag, it had lain unchecked by his bedside with one addition being the figures mask. His mind was filled with the figures voice at night and during the day, often devolving into shouting when he would not do as they asked. After this experience his became a mere shell of the adventurous boy he had once been, devoting days upon days to studying the tomes and deciphering their meanings. This behavior would continue into his teenage years, as he gradually slipped farther and farther into the dark side. His power with the force grew as he was taught by his long dead master. His mind slipping farther and farther, he managed to save what was left of it by quieting the voices using his newly found force powers. He learned through the texts that the figure was one of his ancestors on his fathers side, the entity was actually Artium Werda a well respected Noble man and entrepreneur. He was better known to his followers however as Darth Banius, leader of an ancient Sith cult that had once taken refuge in Serenno. His secret had died with him, with his family never learning of their true origin. Throughout all the years of study he had not been able to open the Holocron with all attempts with using the force of just simply breaking it open failing. At eighteen Aemon left home, under the guise of learning about the galaxy and its history. His parents had never caught on to how far their son had fallen, or where his mind had gone. He soon joined the Sith Brotherhood on Korriban and rose to the prestigious rank of Sith nquisitor. Using his ability in the force and natural persuasion to his advantage in breaking prisoners and climbing political circles.
He still dreams at night of the experience he had in the ruins, and his ancestors haunting words. The voices urge him to continue his grandsires works, and finish what had eluded him. Immortality. His dreams haunt him at all hours and tell him of the power he will have. Of how the entirety of creation shall know his name. The galaxy shall be swallowed in fire and death, remolded into whatever he wished. Until then however he shall serve faithfully in the brotherhood, always watching, always waiting.
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