Incubus
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- Dec 20, 2017
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BIOGRAPHY
NAME: Elias Canaan
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Exiles
RANK: Apprentice
SECT: Inquisitor
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 208 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Hazel
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Elias never had that meaning. From the moment his force sensitivity was revealed, all was a matter of ethics and discipline. He did not enjoy the light side -- he frowned upon it, mired in its ways he found bureaucratic. As lessons intensified, so too did the feeling, until his loathing of the Order was compounded within him. He despised them - the Knights, the Masters, the distortion of the force that they came to worship.
And lust set that ablaze. His desire to engage with others, his desire to learn his meaning from one skin to another. But it was not the only sort of disarray. Anger came, and all manner of passion. The meditation and 'serenity' of taming one's own self did not appeal to him, and for all of his raw potential he could never satisfy the need to maul, maim and ignite. Elias had always been an unruly one - child or not, adult or not. He would've been a Padawan forever if not for the potential, and the promises, and the hope.
But as the Jedi Republic fractured, he became a splinter. He spoke openly and avidly against what he labeled as suppression, and within a fringe of scholars he sought to tear down the Republic. The society that he grew to resent was his obstacle - and his mission. Being subversive was his sole purpose.
Until he was inevitably reprimanded, and violently so. Both of his arms were taken from him, a Jedi consular sent out to claim his head. In the fallout of the Republic, the Order did not act so mercifully to those clearly their enemies - and Elias was hunted, defeated and exiled by a far superior man. His punishment was clear: he abandoned the Code by his lust, and so the senses were taken from his hands. From this, a self-loathing grew, and as he propelled himself through the fringes of space - an even more pervasive ideology began to form.
He accepted the dark side as his other half. He reveled in passion and anarchy, whenever it suited him. Tearing down the Republic became his sole goal, and by deceit he would pursue it to any end.
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