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NOX FEL
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SPECIES: Red Sith; Pureblood; Kissai
HEIGHT: 203cm
WEIGHT: 82kg
EYE COLOR: Yellow
HAIR COLOR: Bald
SKIN COLOR: Red
MARKINGS: ---
DOMINATE HAND: Ambidextrous
PERSONALITY: Cruel; Determined; Cunning; Implacable; Patient; Bold; Cautious; Meticulous; Proud; Cynical; Imperious; Honorable; Ambitious; Calculating; Wise; Charismatic; Polite
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Acolyte
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed
SWORDSMANSHIP: Trained
HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT: Trained
MARKSMANSHIP: Poor
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EQUIPMENT
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BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox4="https://i.imgur.com/xcoHhWn.jpg"] Episode 1- Ziost's Red SithBorn on Ziost to two Sith Pureblood masters there is little surprise or even flair to the beginning origins of Nox Fel. There were no whispers from the Force nor any fanfare it was a simple if albeit laborious birthing process, one that would see the death of his mother. Perhaps that was the first time he had ever committed murder. Though not of his own will. The first four years of his life were uneventful, his father a strict and cruel man focused his son on the studies of Sith culture and lore, making sure the young boy learned both the ancient language of the Sith as well well as Galactic Standard. Even though he was merely an adolescent failure was not tolerated. Cruel and harsh punishments were meted out for a variety of reasons such as a missed answer on a test or even perceived laziness. His studies also did not consist of basic arithmetic and history lesson but also of etiquette, Nox was expected to blend into high society and to bear the demeanor of his privileged upbringing to this he took to like a fish in water. That, and to avoid any more harsh punishments. Though one might wonder why etiquette was such a strict and necessary subject it seemed to mesh well with him as he grew older, even in the face of someone he hated he such as his father his manners were still impeccable. Through four arduous years he learned rapidly, perhaps younger than most this would be one of the foundations for what could be considered a gross level of work ethic.
Episode II - The Real Training Begins
Once he reached the age of five and with confirmation of his force sensitivity the real arduous training began. His father was certainly ecstatic when he found that Nox possessed a superb quality in the force, untrained as he was he took to this new regimen of training with almost fanatical resolve. Day and well into the night he practiced the ways of the force, but his true devotion seemed to be in the lightsaber, so much so even his father began to grow nervous. Whether from the machinations of the force or his own father's hubris he quelled these thoughts and delved into giving the most harsh training he could. Fel's father was well learned in both the force and even the many forms of lightsaber combat and took charge personally in the training of his son. It was truly something only a Sith could do to their child, only using training lightsabers the punishment for failure was equally harsh. There was no time to rest from his basic studies to his Sith training Nox did not have much time to himself, the only things to accompany him were his self reflections as well as the thoughts of vengeance. For six years this continued on. The harsh training had done much for the young man and even as he grew older he learned of his families storied past dating back to the original Sith Empire, though things have changed much under the Imperial Republica his father kept to the harsh and traditional teachings of the past.
Perhaps the only reprieve was his father's duties to the Old Empire fighting for a return to the old ways.
Episode III -Revenge Realized & The Academy
It was at the age of eleven that Nox began to plan the murder of his father, it was not a quickly planned event. His notions of revenge and payback started from an early age, his father was a harsh teacher and never forgiving. Nor was his father one for praise, if the young Nox surpassed expectations the training only grew harsher from there. There was no rewards or incentive to success in the manner of positive actions. His only 'incentive' was to avoid a harsh beating. Though the plan began to take shape as early as eleven it was not until he was fourteen that the plan had truly taken shape. Over the years he learned his father had only one vice, one that he merely knew of. It was wine, during visits from his father's associates, for the man never had friend he would enjoy some of the best wines in the galaxy. It was not a particularly clever or elaborate plan, it was rather simple and should have been one easy to see through. Alas, hubris and perhaps a little bit of luck played the determining factor in its success.
As it has always been that strength is the order of the universe, without it one cannot obtain recognition, wealth, honor or even glory. It also come in many forms, the strength of arms, character, and even will power. Deception played its role in the events to come. Much has shaped who Nox Fel is today, from the harsh training and strict punishments given to him have forged a powerful state of mind for the young Pureblood. The days leading up to Fel's revenge where perhaps the first time in many years he was allowed to travel about Ziost without the accompaniment of his father or his cronies. His first stop was a discreet market he often hear mentioned from the house hold servants. Anything, it was said could be obtained here. He did not hold much stock in the words but again luck seemed to be with him.
Perhaps only looking for a nondescript paralytic was a determining factor or he merely was at the right place at the right time. The vendor had what he needed. It wasn't an incredibly powerful from of paralytic but it would serve the purpose he had in mind.
The day of his revenge was quite the fanfare. His father, whom had seemingly managed to reach a deal with well known merchants was hosting a party. It was at these events that even the most stoic might enjoy a vice or two, even a proud Sith Pureblood. His father having come recently into a shipment of fine Alderaanian white, a favorite of his which he occasionally imbibed desired to taste the flavour of this import. His father's first major and fatal mistake was calling for Nox to bring the wine. Unaccompanied and with the means to achieve not just his simple goal of revenge, but to acquire the holdings of the Fel, all he need to do now was press on and have the courage to follow through. The paralytic was colorless, odorless and tasteless. It was a common medical paralytic and in small doses could even ease pain. In large a dose it could be lethal. Smarter than to simple kill his father outright with poison he wanted to not only ensure his success but also mete out humiliation to his father. What would be more laughable than the inexperienced son killing the father?
Knowing that to uncork the wine would leave a tell tale sign he risked sneaking a syringe to poison the wine by way of sliding the needle through the cork. The paralytic easily mixed well with wine.
Unbeknownst to his father the day of a successful business dealing and the signing of the contract with the merchants would be the last success of his life. With he details finished, signatures signed Nox poured the last glass of his father's favored wine. Perhaps a small mercy compared to what was to come. Drinking and discussing his father began to become slightly groggy, it is not known if Nox's sire had ever suspected a thing, if so there was no acknowledge men of it. Evidence in the fact that Nox is still alive and his father a mere stepping stone. Once Nox was certain his father had imbibed enough of the wine along with the poison he did at what first seemed reckless and bordering on stupidity. He challenged his father to a duel.
In the beginning it seemed that though his father was slightly effected by the wine he was still in top form, and in truth Nox was certainly on the backfoot. The duel was not a fast affair as Nox seemingly was able to narrowly avoid being killed outright, and in truth there were times when death was but an inch away. As time when on for the spectators a matter of minutes, but to Nox it felt like an eternity, finally the paralytic began to show its work. In the crucial moment when it seems victory was in his father's grasp, snarling about an ungrateful son as he send a powerful swing to bisect Nox from head to coccyx he seeming slowed down, his lifesblood pumping the poison through his system with an alarming rate from the exertion of the fight. It was then in that critical moment that Fel parried the blow and ran his father through, his lightsaber searing through chest and heart. The young Pureblood's face was neither one of rage nor joy only a cruel and clam mask. It was a surprise to most at the turn of events, though a few did believe there was something more behind the scenes the small details of the matter did not seem to concern them as later it was made clear that all agreements were still in effect.
There was no time to revel or enjoy victory in the coming days, his father's funeral was made into a quick affair with the excuse of ensuring all of House Fel's affairs did not decline. Weeks after it would come to the Academy's attention of the presence of Nox, who even before the duel was slated to attend. Only this time it was earlier than planned. Ensuring that the servants feared him as much as his father ensured that whilst attending the Academy nothing would go awry while he was gone.
Though a minor family, his house was certainly not even a blip on the radar for the most influential or even miner houses that pervade the Empire. Even from his new position he had nary any credits to his name nor even a ship. Still, what was won even if it was merely scraps was still a foundation to start with. Even if his father's small business amounted to a solely to the trade in imported wines it may yet still prove useful.
Episode IV - The Crucible
To the young Sith Academy life was certainly different than tutelage under his father's iron grip. Though not much changed in the need for both cruelty and strength it was certainly a far cry from what he had experienced in his adolescence. Still as expected of his breeding he took to the academy with an almost ravenous thirst for knowledge and power. Knowing that he had missed the Sith Civil War and now lived in the age of Reunification he had little choice but to keep any aspirations reined in. With the looming threat of the Rebellion and the Jedi remnants, through war one could rise, and now with his family's assets small as they were, in his hands he would climb the ranks of the Empire. He would not simply stay an Acolyte forever, he had much larger aspirations. One day he would reach his goal to become a Sith Lord. All he needed now was a master to take him as an apprentice then he could truly begin his climb.
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SKILLS & THE FORCE
[fancybox4=https://i.imgur.com/wy6Mb4m.jpg"] Force SensitivityNox's innate force sensitivity is extraordinary, though whether from his species intrinsic connection to the dark side or if his Father and the Academy played a role is up to debate.
Force Powers
Acolyte
Though his Force sensitivity is strong his skill in the force still needs improvement. Like many Acolytes he no where near a level of mastery in the force as those in the upper echelons of the Empire.
Proficiency
Mastery Levels
Piloting - Proficiency:
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Force - Proficency
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Torture - Proficiency:
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Etiquette - Proficiency:
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Sith Lore - Proficiency:
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Hand to Hand Combat - Proficiency:
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Lightsaber combat - Proficiency:
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