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Asadon Tricson
AGE
► 30
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 6'4''
WEIGHT ► 240lbs
EYE COLOR ► Grey
HAIR COLOR ► Blond
HOMEWORLD ►Derra IV
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Imperial Legion
RANK ► Dark Honor Guard
FORCE SENSITIVITY ►N/A
VOICE BIOGRAPHY
Early Twenties to Mid-Twenties: There was little enjoyment to this time of his life, each day was spent with training. Picking up a blaster, firing, improving. Becoming the best Trooper for the Sith and their ever changing will of needs. Asadon had become a Staff Sergeant of the Imperial Legion and had lead his own forces into their very own battles. One was the turning point of the War. The battle of Coruscant.
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The Sergeant's boots clacked on the ground as the dropship hailed them down. His black and red armor claded with chips, blaster burns, viroblade gashes had all but been a testament to the Young Man's work for the Sith and their cause. His stomach always turned as the doors of the drop ship opened. "Move! Get out there. Fight for the Sith, Fight for your family! Your Friends, Your brother and sisters in arms. I am right besides you! Every one will have their moment. Make yours great!" And with that, the small squadern yelled out a might battle cry as their leader gave a well endowed speech, but was it truly what he meant? There was always doubt in his mind that this was truly the right thing, fighting, war, doing acts of unspeakable nature. For a moment Asadon just stared down at the floor while his troops rushed past him in their own armor. He only snapped out of his thoughts as a Private, a young woman spoke "Sergeant? - Sergeant your orders?" Asadon coughed slightly as he nodded down at the young woman. He pointed her to the way point as the blaster bolts fizzed through the air. It was his turn to rush into the frae. The battle was horrifying, bodies sprawled out as far as the eye could see. Some from the jedi, some from the Republic, others from the Sith Order as well as the Legion. Booms from the heavy weapons rang in his ears. More fire, more bodies, it was all a blur to him at this point. The Republic had fallen back which had caused for him and his squad, the little that remained to further their advance. But that's when he saw her, firing away at his own troops on a higher up tower holding her ground. It was his Twi'lek lover from his childhood past. What was she doing here, why? What had she joined the ranks of the cursed jedi? What had he done wrong, they were taken from each other far too soon. - ZIP PING. Asadon spun around as his helm was hit by a blaster bolt high from the tower. His vision was fuzzy while his head rang from the close encounter. It dawned on him that she would never know it was him. His helmet was nothing more then a broken sheet of metal now with half his face exposed to the open air, he sucked in a deep breath as he wobbled up to his feet. His eyes focused once more on the tower. She was no longer there, the forces around the tower had seemed to vanish. His world was in a grey hue over his eyes. Yet the only color he saw was his childhood love.
Running panicky towards him. Had she seen his face? She must have. An echo came from her lips, screaming his name as tears rolled down her face. She ran towards Asadon, and he too started to slowly make his way towards her. Tears streaming down his own face, overcome with joy which soon shifted to a deepened soul crushing sadness. Asadon knew what he had to do. With the blaster slumped in his hand. His lover came towards him with outreached hands, coming for a hug. He raised his arm up. And fired. Her eyes widened in horror as the hole in her chest grew, sizzling of her flesh and bones missing now. Her body fell into Asadon's arms. Where now overcome with guilt and grief, he stayed motionless. Holding and cradling the body of the one he had loved most. What had he done, his only love now a memory for all of his waking days. It didn't seem real, the hue of grey stayed over his eyes. All this was his world until a Sith Legion medic dragged the man away. He did nothing to avoid being taken back. He was nothing more of an empty shell. Fighting for what was right, was it truly right? He didn't know. But he had nothing more to come back one day to. That promise from such a long time ago would never be fulfilled.
Once he had returned to the base of operations. He was treated for his wounds. no matter how minor. The Generals (NPC's) of the Imperial Legion had seen his valor from battles time and time again, but this was not a matter for him. His mental state had shifted. He gave himself over to the Legion ten-fold. With this new found valor. Soon after the battle, he was placed into Commando Training for the Honor Guard.
Late Twenties - Present day: A much older and wiser man. Asadon had go to the Imperial Training for the Honor Guard. Under going such training. Broken down as a man and brought up as a weapon for the Imperial Legion. During his years of training he was taught to avoid his emotions and let himself fall to his training. He had overcome his guilt, his emotions no longer clouded his judgement. As the years past he became one of the top students, thus being picked for the role of Dark Honor Guard of the Sith. This, is where his story now begins.
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Though serious most of the time, he has a slight soft spot for those younger than him. Seeing them more as children than he should. If there is a liking enough he will concider them as family. Seeing how his was ripped away, he can get emotionally attached to certain people quiet quickly. This can be good and bad at the same time.
[W.I.P Will build on with roleplay]
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