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Param Vour
AGE
► 20
SPECIES
► Echani
HEIGHT
► 5'5" / 1.65m
WEIGHT
► 128lbs / 58kg
EYE COLOR
► Silver
HAIR COLOR
► Dyed brown that fades to its natural silver color
HOMEWORLD
► Eshan
GENDER
► Female
FACTION
► Independant
RANK
► Wanderer (Level 2 Force User)
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Param was five when the Sith arrived on Eshan. He came alone, bloated body twisted and broken by the dark side. To learn their martial arts, he’d told her village. That was a lie. It was always a lie with the Sith, as Param would soon find out. Her parents accepted the challenge, and in the echani customs sparred the Sith. The dark champion, Dejak, slaughtered her family like they were nothing, then moved on to the rest of the village. Param and the rest of the children became his obedient slaves.
Dejak fancied himself a lord, and as Param snuck holocrons from his library into her quarters, she soon found he was nothing but a false lord. The Sith had a code, a hierarchy, and he was just a grain of sand on a beach. She would practice the martial arts passed down by her family with the other kids from her village at night, but as time passed she slowly incorporated what she was reading in the holocrons into them.
By the age of ten, Param was seeing the stirrings of the Force. A light punch would topple a larger kid. A leg sweep would send a smaller kid cartwheeling. Param was hungry for more. She swore she’s avenge her family, no, her entire village. It was what drove her to continue her secret studies, what drove her to hit harder in spars. Despite her dedication, she found time to enjoy things around her. Flowers, being one of the few things she loved. Dejack had a tree in his “throne room” where flowers bloomed and shed their petals in calm, serene, rains of pinks, whites, and purples. It was her favorite tree, and any chance she got to take care of it she did.
By fifteen, Param was using the Force to move objects around her little holding cell. Sneaking items and food from unsuspecting guards, hiding the pile of holocrons that she’d forgot to return from the other side of the cell, simple things at first. She never forgot about her plans to avenge her family, but couldn’t deny the ecstasy in watching an enemy fall to her own hands; the enemy thus far being the fellow slaves she continued to spar with.
It was a creeping sensation. A successful hit felt good, a series of blows amazing; it peaked the night she hit just a little too hard and the boy she was fighting never got back up. A switch punch to his heart had done him in, and she could sense the life leaving his body. It was like nothing she had felt before, and she loved it.
The others refused to spar with her from then on. The hunger to feel that wonderful, decadent feeling of death again grew over time until she came up with a plan. She was seventeen then, and one tiny disrespectful comment to a guard gave her exactly what she’d wanted. One guard, two, then three. She used the Force and their weapons against them, butchering them by ones and twos until she came face to face with Dejack himself.
Compared to her small village, Dejack was practically a god in mortal form; but now that Param had been learning the ways of the Sith under his nose, she knew him to be nothing but a slime that oozed itself through the cracks. There wasn’t even much of a fight. He’d spoken with authority, ordered her back to her cage when she refused to be his acolyte, and then she drove a vibro-knife through his heart. There was no sense of relief for avenging her family. No sense of a goal being accomplished. Param had left Dejack’s false temple laughing, her bloodlust sated but for a moment.
Equipment
+ Echani War Sword (cortosis woven)
+ EZPhone + EZPods
+ BD-Unit Droid "Vee"
+ Force Forged Sword
+ YT-1930 Light Freighter
Too many to keep track of at this point.
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