Sith Order Conrad

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Conrad

AGE

► 18
SPECIES
► Human
HEIGHT
► 6'5"
WEIGHT
► 260lbs.
EYE COLOR
► One Hazel
HAIR COLOR
► Light Brown
HOMEWORLD
► (Unknown)
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Sith Eternal
RANK
► Acolyte
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Conrad doesn't remember almost anything of where he is from or who his family is. In fact, Conrad isn't the name he was born with, it's just the one he gave himself. You see, as a young child Conrad and his twin sister Talia were given to the Hutt Cartel to pay for their father's gambling debts. Given might be the wrong way to look at it, taken might be more appropriate. Either way you slice it, it doesn't matter. His father made mistakes and instead of fighting for his family, he gave in and gave them whatever they demanded. He would never see his parents again, his sister was the only family he would know throughout his formative years. Conrad was lucky that Talia was kept by the same Hutt that kept him. The only thing that would give him hope and keep him sane, was having her there with him, and dreaming together of the day that they would both escape and go live free somewhere far away and happy. Dreams....Hope....Looking back now, these were truly just the ideas of naïve children with no understanding of the truth of the galaxy around them.

Conrad was a much bigger child than most of the others, and as such was designated to work as a fighter. He was given grueling training daily, with little room for error. Every mistake would be met with another lash of the whip and a night without food. There was a long time there that he went without, only being able to eat on what his sister somehow stole for him. While Conrad was set to make their money fighting, his sister was set along a....path that he couldn't even stomach talking about. He blocked those sorts of things from his mind for a long time, just enjoying the time that he got to spend with her when he could. He had his first fight when he was twelve, winner being the one who doesn't surrender. It was made clear to him before the fight, that any form of surrender from him would end with the death of both he and his sister. Needless to say, he didn't quit. Even after the dislocated shoulder and eyes swollen so much he could hardly see, he continued the fight until his opponent surrendered.

There was no celebration after his victory that night, and there never would be for any of them. Conrad knew he was just a tool, and even had he lost they would just discard him find someone new. Wake up, train, fight, eat, sleep. That was all he did throughout his teenage years. Eventually the fighting got worse and more dangerous, until eventually only winner could be the one that was left alive. Boys and men just like him were thrown into a pit and told to kill their opponent. Unfortunately for them, their final opponent would be Conrad. By the time he was seventeen, Conrad was already near six and a half feet tall, weighing a bit over two hundred and fifty pounds. No matter the age or the size of the people against him, Conrad could overpower them. He watched as the light went out in their eyes over and over again, and eventually he just grew numb to it. The killing didn't mean anything to him anymore, just another part of his routine.

His last fight was....brutal. He was a hulking man, well into his thirties by now. This man wasn't some slave thrown in there to fight, he was someone who chose to do this as a career. He was a man who enjoyed the carnage, the bloodshed, the killing. Conrad had underestimated an opponent for the first time that day, and there was something more dangerous about a man who enjoyed the fight than someone who was forced into it. It was a lesson that his body would never let him forget. The battle went on for what seemed like hours, every weapon they had at their disposal had been used and were left bloody on the ground. Conrad's face had been mutilated by the man, thick scars from the side of his head down to his jaw from a steel claw the man had used on him. It had also sliced across his eye, which had left him permanently unable to see from it. When returned home, he arrived to find his sister dead, killed by the Hutt that owned them. He was told she had been stealing from them for months in an attempt to buy passage off the planet for the two of them. Naturally, they assumed that Conrad was in on the ploy and turned to kill him next. The next few moments are somewhat dark, as he didn't seem to be himself.

The anger and the sadness of her death, along with the years of pent up rage and bloodlust that he kept within himself came pouring out. He screamed, and as he did so the walls shook. Everyone and everything around him flew back, their own screams now filling the air. When it was all over, their bodies littered the ground, just sacks of meat. Their bones had been contorted and crushed to such a degree that there was no way to hold their organs or skin properly. There was no one left to kill him now, he was free. Just like they always wanted. Burying his sister and taking enough money to get himself off the planet, Conrad left with enough food for a voyage and just the clothes he wore. He didn't get far though, as he was approached by a hooded figure who told him that he had felt what had just happened, and extended an invitation to join him and go to a place where he would learn to never be weak again. And so he finds himself now in the company of Sith Order as an acolyte.
Personality
Conrad is generally a quiet person. Not one to boast or to brag, he prefers to let his actions speak for him in most cases. When he does speak, it is soft and somewhat hard to hear. It forces the people around to pay attention to him if they actually want to hear him. He likes to sit back and observe people before making himself known to them, often would be found in the back of a crowd instead of the forefront. Conrad isn't someone that particularly enjoys the cruelty that most would assume come with following the dark side. In fact, he views it as a tool to defeat weakness. Seeing first hand what damage weakness can cause, he wants to help people find their own strength, no matter the cost or circumstance.
Skills
Ability to master any weapon in short time.
Physical Strength
Natural Reflexes
Raw uncontrolled force ability
Equipment
N/A
 
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