I am at peace. Rage burns within me, yet I am at peace. Here I sit, in the center of the Corusant slums....life bustling around me. Yet...I am at peace. And I will remain at peace......yes...I shall....
For who does life shine its glory upon..? Not I, the Blue Dancer....Certainly not I....I who was raised in the slums...kill or be killed....yet the peace was always there...When I wished of course. In my younger days..I would rip apart my childhood bullies for fun...little by little...just to watch them suffer..to watch them feel the pain they had made me feel..and much more. And they screamed...and I reviled in their pain...
They locked me up for a year after that...they never found the bodies...everyone knew I did it though..How old was I back then..? Oh yes...11..what a year...HAHAHAhaha..I lied. I bit my tongue. I smiled. I faked. And then I got out with a slap on the back....HAhaHhaAHAHA
Oh but I was changed...I no longer did things needlessly...they let me go when I was 15..and I've been on my own ever since....Did I mention that my parents condemned me after my little...incident..? Well...they should have...I don't blame them for that....anymore...
They trained me after that.....they did. Only for 4 years....but it was enough...I learned much from them...I shall not speak their names..for they are all dead now...They taught me of the Force..of combat that I did not know...and grateful I was. A old band of beggars they were...yet they taught me much...and gave me much information before they all were slaughtered....I learned much.......
I traveled after that. And what did I learn..? Nothing. Everything. Emotion....lights...the verb. Ah yes...the verb. I came upon it...or was it always there...? I think it was....And so I dance. Yes..my dance of death...my Blue dance of death..to all..to none...too few....or too many..? I know now what to do..and what not to do...I feel...it...
For whom does the Blue light shine upon....? I....the Blue Dancer....
In armor....
NAME: Avian Encart
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Half Coynite, Half Farghul
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'8
WEIGHT: 160 lb's
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Light Grey
SKIN: Light Grey
CREDITS: 1,000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Tattoo on his back of a dancer. Light grey hair than flows down to his back
DOMINATE HAND: Right
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Because of his heritage, he is stronger than most 7/10
DEXTERITY: Also because of his heritage, he is faster than most 9/10
CONSTITUTION: Excellent health. Young and nimble 8/10
INTELLIGENCE: Barely average. Was deprived of schools when he was a child....6/10
WISDOM: Not very wise, will come with age....5/10
CHARISMA: Above average. He flashes his smile, and its all over. His ability to dominate those with the Force is uncanny. 7/10
FORCE POWERS:
N/A
Skills: Because of his heritage and experience as youth, Avian is able to hear and smell better than other races. His catlike
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
N/A
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Avians strengths rely on his body, or the Force. Since he is a loner, his weaknesses are mainly social or mental...
GEAR:
When dressed for combat, Avian carries a variety of deadly tools. A blaster rifle as his main weapon, a blaster pistol on his hip, a Vibroblade slung over his back, and a small amount of plasma grenades.
SHIP:
Is In command of the
PETS:
NO
PERSONALITY:
A almost complete loner. Only keeps the company of those he trusts, which are very few and far between. Not easily angered, but he does not forgive. Ever. He avenges every insult with lightening fast blows. Not afraid to hurt others..or their families..
Avian does not talk much either. He prefers to sit and think, then act once he has decided on the course of action. Loves good music. Born and raised in the slums of Coruscant, so he loves the night....addicted to it. Avian sucks up the night air, and sits in the shadows..watching others...coming and going in secret..stealing, dealing..and hurt if he must...
KILLS:
N/A
DUELING RING MATCHES:
N/A
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
N/A
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