- Joined
- Dec 16, 2017
- Messages
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AGE: 19
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Exile
RANK: Apprentice
HEIGHT: 5’11
WEIGHT: Slim
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Brown
FORCE: Positive
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Nineteen years ago, on the planet Alderaan a boy was born to a happy but low class couple. He had a relatively normal childhood for the first seven years of his life, but then one day a Jedi that was visiting his planet met him and told his parents he was force sensitive. The Jedi convinced the couple that the best course of action would be to take Sylas to train him with the Jedi Order.
Sylas began learning the ways of the Jedi the day that he arrived. He was taught their code, their way of life, what would be expected of him and about their enemies. He was always curious about why the war started, but he was never given a really solid answer. At the age of eleven, he was given a sparring saber and immediately showed promise as a skilled duelist and, to his master’s dismay, it was what he enjoyed most. His master would’ve preferred Sylas to be more of a scholar like himself, but reading and meditating always bored him.
Around the time he had turned eleven, Sylas met a girl named Thena who was around his age, being trained as a Jedi just like him. They were assigned to spar with one another and after that they continued to talk. Most of the other trainees were put off by how serious he acted, but this girl managed to warm up to him. As the years went on, Sylas and Thena grew closer and closer. Which would only make his future more difficult.
As he developed into a teenager, it was clear that he was one of the most skilled apprentices when it came to wielding a lightsaber. He learned how to pilot starfighters and enjoyed that as well, but he tended to neglect his lessons and meditation and sometimes wondered why the Jedi were taught to not use their emotions while fighting. When he sparred, Sylas felt...stronger. At least, it seemed that way. When he went on missions with his master, he wouldn’t hold back on enemies and his master would have to stop him before he took the life of an enemy that didn’t deserve it, then lecturing him about why it was wrong.
When Sylas was eighteen, he heard news that his parents had been killed by a bounty hunter. Apparently their death was caused by collateral damage, but it still angered him nonetheless. Fearing that he would want revenge, his master tried to help him but it only made his problem worse. However, what did calm him down for a time was after he had a long conversation with his best friend, Thena. After hearing reason, he calmed down and continued to train, as much as it pained him.
A few months after that, Sylas felt like he was growing closer to Thena. He felt as though he might even be developing feelings that were inappropriate for Jedi to have. Part of him wanted to push these feelings away, but the other began to embrace them. His master could sense his confliction and he told him to just try meditating, even though it was something he despised. Sylas reluctantly agreed and did as he was told. But as he meditated, the emotions he had been suppressing began to emerge and he convinced himself that best option would be to embrace them.
Sylas gathered as much information as possible on the bounty hunter in the next coming months and was told as soon as he arrived in a cantina on Nar Shaddaa. He left immediately, showing up and murdered the man to get revenge for his parents. Sylas left immediately before the body was found, heading back for Tython. He knew he couldn’t stay there any longer and knew he had thrown away his life with the order, but he had to talk to Thena for at least one last time.
He sent her a message to meet him on the outskirts of the temple and told her what he had done and that he was in love with her. He begged her to join him, not wanting to leave her but she refused, still believing in the ways of the order. Sylas was angry, but he didn’t want to harm her. Instead he told her that one day she would see his way of things and that he would make sure of it. With that he left, never looking back.
Sylas scoured the galaxy for any signs of the Exiles, wanting to learn from them. He had learned all he wanted from the light side and wanted next to none of it. The dark side seemed much more powerful than the light and Sylas wanted nothing more than to embrace it and unlock his true potential. He found a man that claimed he was a part of the Exiles and after displaying his skill, Sylas was brought to the rest of them. He was ready to start a new era of his life...and one day, bring an important piece from his old life back.
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Sylas stands at a height of 5’11, being slightly above average for most males. He is muscular from all the training he does, but prefers to rely on his agility over his strength. He has light brown eyes and has medium length jet black hair which compliments his black robe that he usually wears, but when he tries to look inconspicuous he wears a black leather jacket.
Sylas stands confidently to intimidate any opponents he might have. He rarely smiles, preferring instead to wear a scowl on his face at almost all times. He has scars on his chest from training, but has managed to keep his face free of such marks. This manages to keep him considered above average when it comes to looks.
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When Sylas was young, he tended to take everything very seriously. However, he also thought he knew what what would be best for himself leading him to be rather stubborn. He could be on the fence about a decision, but once his mind was made up, there was very little people could do to change his mind.
Sylas wanted to do what was right for most of his life, but what he thought was right and what the order thought was right were two different things. He wanted to let emotion dictate his course of action, but was forced to suppress the instinct. Emotions were always something he wanted to embrace and when he finally did, he would never look back. Nowadays, he’s still serious for the most part, but has developed a sarcastic sense of humour and while he tries not to show it most the time, he still tries to do the right thing when he can. As long as it doesn’t prevent him from getting what he wants. -
-Lightsaber training. Mostly focused on Soresu and Makashi, reserving Makashi for one on one duels.
-Training in the force
-Physically strong
-Quick reflexes
-Limited pilot training
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-Black robes
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