<div align="center">~*Unnamed*~
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Name: Heretofore unnamed
Faction: Bendu
Rank: Hopeful
Species: Anzat
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2
Weight: 193 pounds
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Bleached blond
Skin: Slightly pale bronze
Credits: --
Distinguishing Marks: None
Dominate Hand: Right-handed
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strength: Above average
Dexterity: Average
Constitution: Above average due to his race
Intelligence: Below average in academics as he’s never had any formal schooling besides his father and sister teaching him to read and write and some arithmetic, but average in critical thinking
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Slightly below average
Force Powers: As of yet unknown, though, because of his race, possibly has great potential for mind control
Skills: Due to his race, he has a natural affinity for tracking down things or persons, something that is augmented by his capabilities in using deduction and logic and his love for reason. He is known for being a deep thinker and strategizer, to the point that, at times, he overplans. This makes him rather insightful at times.
Lightsaber Forms: None
Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength is in his sheer determination to succeed and to conquer his foes and his ability to second-guess his opponents well. Though not trained in combat, he has the stamina and the constitution to survive long enough to tire out the other participant. His singlemindedness also pushes him to focus on just one enemy or task at a time, and he will not stop until that job is done.
Gear: None.
Ships: None.
Pets: None.
Personality:
Of things he loves and cares for, he is somewhat overprotective, becoming fierce at times in his determination. He is easily frustrated, which adds to his determination, which can make even a thoughtful one as him prone to dangerous mistakes. He is especially protective of his physically and psychologically maimed older sister, Shiphrah, with whom he spends much of his time in an effort to comfort her in her periods of depression and to restrain her during the infrequent spasms of insanity that plague her. He is the only one to whom Shiphrah will respond due to his continued kindness and relation to her. However, multiplied by her condition, he has a degree arachnophobia, as well as an urge to kill the same. This creates an inner conflict because of his sister’s new appearance, and he cannot help but hate a part of her and yet still love her at the same time. It also forces him to be near a thing that resembles his greatest hate and fear.
He is also somewhat of a perfectionist and possessing a degree of obsessive-compulsiveness that makes him fairly critical of things and at times annoying due to his attention to minor details. He also has a habit of incessant finger drumming.
Because of his inborn want to feed on others, one that he once succumbed to, he has a tendency to sometimes think of others as inferior or as merely a source of satisfaction, though he fights this with all of the self-control he can muster. It gets difficult as the craving sometimes overtakes him and he has to fight to keep from feeding, sometimes having to lock himself inside his room and slide the key under the door to the other side to keep himself from killing anyone. As he got older, though he is incredibly young for an Anzat, these ‘attacks’ grew in frequency, to the point that he is desperate for a way to control it. Because of all of these combined characteristics, he is not prone to joking nor to laughter and is frequently a serious and at times fatalistic person. Also stemming from this, did he not have the charm of Azriel to give him some help in enforcing his will, he would most likely go insane in his prolonged craving.
History:
He was born to a small Anzat family in a very rural area of Kal’Shabbol. As is customary with Anzat, he was not given a name, and was only to name himself or, as was tradition among them on Kal’Shabbol, have a respected elder, usually a Bendu, name him once he came of age. As was common on Kal’Shabbol, the small, dispersed, Anzat community had never tasted of a host, and instead behaved more like Humans than their race’s normal vampirish manner. Like most Anzati, his relationship to his parents was very detached and distant - he only lived with them and worked with his father in the fields harvesting crops. He did, however, nurture a relationship with his sister, Shiphrah. She, too, helped in the fields, and though she was around three hundred years older than he, they got along well. He hadn’t much other camaraderie to find on Kal’Shabbol because of his race’s natural loner instinct.
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Shiphrah</div>
As he grew into his early teenage years, Shiphrah began to show interest in a daring male Anzat named Jaala, and the two started seeing each other. Though she retained her good relationship with her brother, she showed more interest in Jaala. After around a year of association, the adventurous Jaala and his friend, Issachar, invited her to come along with them on a vacation to ‘see the galaxy.’ He planned on doing this by leaving on a small ship that had come to Kal’Shabbol delivering several imports. By now the two were in love, and she eagerly accepted. This crushed her brother, as she was his only friend and confidante, and he was afraid for her, as he had always been told of great evils that would devour the soul were to be found out in the wide galaxy. Their vacation was extended to nearly a year, during which, her brother became more anti-social and continued to fall back into his shell, shunning everyone. The only time his countenance would brighten was when reading one of the messages Shiphrah frequently sent him, describing her travels and telling how she was. Though, as the time grew by, he felt a sickening, gut fear at some of the things she said that he was too naïve to understand, he always enjoyed hearing from her.
However, in one of her last messages, he discovered that she had taken her first drink of another being’s life, and he was terrified of her graphic description that made something within him long to do the same. Deeply terrified and saddened for her, he ran away into the forest that sat upon Mt. Cephas, near which their village lay sprawled out. He lived up there, traveling around forlorn and silent, refraining from any food in his sorrow, confusion, and fear. As his self-pity continued, his keen Anzat senses picked up the faint trail that he saw in his mind. Unbeknownst to him, this was his first experience using the Force of Others, which he inadvertently used in accordance with his natural stalking ability to track down the ‘scent’ to its source, a deep aperture into the mountainside that housed the remains of a Bendu monk’s habitation. Though once owned by a monk, the orifice was lovingly crafted and exquisitely designed for comfort and meditation. Deep into this opening was a circular central room, from which all others were connected via halls like spokes on a wheel. In its center was a podium, and on the podium was a large book that was written in much like either a diary or a scholar’s notes, and resting upon this was a necklace housing a green stone as a charm. This was what radiated the Force trail, and, from what he could gather by reading the myriad runes on the wall - written as if a brilliant thought had come to its occupant and he had not time to get a writing pad and instead wrote it on the walls - the owner was a being, presumably male, named Azriel, who had come to his cave seeking solace in which to meditate and grow closer to Yahweh. When he came onto death, he embedded some of his Force power into the necklace.
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The charm of Azriel</div>
Astounded at the find, he took the charm of Azriel and made his way to the opening when the ancient abode began to crumble, forcing him to make a dash for safety in the open air, leaving the cave in ruins behind him, a loss of countless years of study and meditation. Ashamed at such a loss of great worth, he became somewhat depressed. He had managed to save the charm, as he had determined to bring it to a Bendu for their benefit, but now he was against the idea, as he would have to explain where he had found the charm and what had happened. Thus, he kept it hidden, wearing it always under his tunic for fear that someone would find it should he ever take it off and hide it somewhere.
After a few more days, he returned home and slowly began working back into his old way of living, though his only reason for return was to keep up the correspondence with his sister, gut-wrenching though it was. However, not long after, the messages stopped, and several months later Issachar brought his sister back, alone. However, his sister was not as he remembered.
During their travels about the galaxy, Shiphrah and Jaala grew more bold and dangerous in their escapades, though they remained deeply attached with one another, even so far as becoming engaged. During one of their somewhat prolonged stays in a highly urbanized area, a young man caught Shiphrah alone and attempted to molest her, though Jaala came to her rescue. However, Jaala was killed in the attempt, and the man continued to have his way with her, though she at last managed to feed off of him and kill him. During their scuffle, they had inadvertently set the motel ablaze, and in her state she was too much in shock, sorrow, and violation to even want to save herself, and let herself burn. Only through the timely interference of Issachar was she saved, though she was injured terribly, in body and soul. Her body was so burned away that she was forced to live in a life-support system for the rest of her life. As Issachar had not the funds to pay for a regular implementation of such technology, he had to take her to a friend they had made, who knew a somewhat illegal and somewhat twisted but talented physician that lived nearby. He encased her body within a droid-like casing, with no flesh showing. What was worse was that the structure she was to live in for the rest of her life was not humanoid, but shaped more like some centaurish arachnid. Due o the compounding of losing her heart’s love, being raped, and being burned then encased in a permanent life-support system was too much for her mind, and she went insane.
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Shiphrah after her transformation</div>
It was this new Shiphrah that her brother met on that open field. Heartbroken at his sister’s condition, he did his best to take care of his schizophrenic sibling, barely ever leaving her side and doing his best to improve upon her mental condition, though it frequently proved of no avail. However, it did some good, as, though she would at times become violent towards anyone near her, she listened to and enjoyed the company of her brother.
In some of her ramblings that he listened to as he was at her side, she told of her rather graphic adventures, and introducing his innocent mind to things he could not understand, and dreaded the day that he would. Because of all that had happened, he became bitter and angry at the world, an anger that came to a peak when meeting a sentient creature, an Arachnoid while wandering the fields. Upon seeing its appearance in resemblance to his sister’s horrifying new form, he suddenly felt a need to kill that in whose image his sister’s shell was made. However, he had the strength to fight off this urge until he recalled the delicious descriptions Shiphrah had provided him in her messages and her rambling about the intense joy of feeding. Convinced that he could handle just one, and feeling his hate surmount, he attacked a fed upon the Arachnoid’s life force. It proved even better, even more pleasurable than anything in his wildest dreams, and fell almost into despair upon draining the life from the husk of the sentient as he could not enjoy the feeling anymore. Like an addictive drug, he began to feel the intense and unfathomable need to once more feed, which came in intense attacks at indiscriminate lengths and times. He found that when he felt these attacks coming on, that he could draw power from the charm of Azriel to fight off the need in time to find a room in which to lock himself while he grew maniacal in his craving and lust to kill.
Up until the present moment, he is constantly subject to these phases, and still feels this hunger, and is desperate to find anything to make the cravings lessen or go away, even just temporarily. At last, he forced himself to seek out a Bendu for help, but before he could tell of his problem, the Bendu pointed out the Anzat’s Force-sensitivity. He was overjoyed at this revelation, as he had always dreamed of becoming a Bendu Knight, and, as well, believed that the power of Yahweh could help him overcome his addiction and perhaps allow him to help his sister. Eager to learn, the Anzat sought a teacher.
Kills: None.
Dueling Ring Matches: None.
Grand Tournament Matches: None.
RP’s: None.
Name: Heretofore unnamed
Faction: Bendu
Rank: Hopeful
Species: Anzat
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6’2
Weight: 193 pounds
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Bleached blond
Skin: Slightly pale bronze
Credits: --
Distinguishing Marks: None
Dominate Hand: Right-handed
Force Sensitive: Yes
Strength: Above average
Dexterity: Average
Constitution: Above average due to his race
Intelligence: Below average in academics as he’s never had any formal schooling besides his father and sister teaching him to read and write and some arithmetic, but average in critical thinking
Wisdom: Average
Charisma: Slightly below average
Force Powers: As of yet unknown, though, because of his race, possibly has great potential for mind control
Skills: Due to his race, he has a natural affinity for tracking down things or persons, something that is augmented by his capabilities in using deduction and logic and his love for reason. He is known for being a deep thinker and strategizer, to the point that, at times, he overplans. This makes him rather insightful at times.
Lightsaber Forms: None
Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength is in his sheer determination to succeed and to conquer his foes and his ability to second-guess his opponents well. Though not trained in combat, he has the stamina and the constitution to survive long enough to tire out the other participant. His singlemindedness also pushes him to focus on just one enemy or task at a time, and he will not stop until that job is done.
Gear: None.
Ships: None.
Pets: None.
Personality:
Of things he loves and cares for, he is somewhat overprotective, becoming fierce at times in his determination. He is easily frustrated, which adds to his determination, which can make even a thoughtful one as him prone to dangerous mistakes. He is especially protective of his physically and psychologically maimed older sister, Shiphrah, with whom he spends much of his time in an effort to comfort her in her periods of depression and to restrain her during the infrequent spasms of insanity that plague her. He is the only one to whom Shiphrah will respond due to his continued kindness and relation to her. However, multiplied by her condition, he has a degree arachnophobia, as well as an urge to kill the same. This creates an inner conflict because of his sister’s new appearance, and he cannot help but hate a part of her and yet still love her at the same time. It also forces him to be near a thing that resembles his greatest hate and fear.
He is also somewhat of a perfectionist and possessing a degree of obsessive-compulsiveness that makes him fairly critical of things and at times annoying due to his attention to minor details. He also has a habit of incessant finger drumming.
Because of his inborn want to feed on others, one that he once succumbed to, he has a tendency to sometimes think of others as inferior or as merely a source of satisfaction, though he fights this with all of the self-control he can muster. It gets difficult as the craving sometimes overtakes him and he has to fight to keep from feeding, sometimes having to lock himself inside his room and slide the key under the door to the other side to keep himself from killing anyone. As he got older, though he is incredibly young for an Anzat, these ‘attacks’ grew in frequency, to the point that he is desperate for a way to control it. Because of all of these combined characteristics, he is not prone to joking nor to laughter and is frequently a serious and at times fatalistic person. Also stemming from this, did he not have the charm of Azriel to give him some help in enforcing his will, he would most likely go insane in his prolonged craving.
History:
He was born to a small Anzat family in a very rural area of Kal’Shabbol. As is customary with Anzat, he was not given a name, and was only to name himself or, as was tradition among them on Kal’Shabbol, have a respected elder, usually a Bendu, name him once he came of age. As was common on Kal’Shabbol, the small, dispersed, Anzat community had never tasted of a host, and instead behaved more like Humans than their race’s normal vampirish manner. Like most Anzati, his relationship to his parents was very detached and distant - he only lived with them and worked with his father in the fields harvesting crops. He did, however, nurture a relationship with his sister, Shiphrah. She, too, helped in the fields, and though she was around three hundred years older than he, they got along well. He hadn’t much other camaraderie to find on Kal’Shabbol because of his race’s natural loner instinct.
<div align="center">
Shiphrah</div>
As he grew into his early teenage years, Shiphrah began to show interest in a daring male Anzat named Jaala, and the two started seeing each other. Though she retained her good relationship with her brother, she showed more interest in Jaala. After around a year of association, the adventurous Jaala and his friend, Issachar, invited her to come along with them on a vacation to ‘see the galaxy.’ He planned on doing this by leaving on a small ship that had come to Kal’Shabbol delivering several imports. By now the two were in love, and she eagerly accepted. This crushed her brother, as she was his only friend and confidante, and he was afraid for her, as he had always been told of great evils that would devour the soul were to be found out in the wide galaxy. Their vacation was extended to nearly a year, during which, her brother became more anti-social and continued to fall back into his shell, shunning everyone. The only time his countenance would brighten was when reading one of the messages Shiphrah frequently sent him, describing her travels and telling how she was. Though, as the time grew by, he felt a sickening, gut fear at some of the things she said that he was too naïve to understand, he always enjoyed hearing from her.
However, in one of her last messages, he discovered that she had taken her first drink of another being’s life, and he was terrified of her graphic description that made something within him long to do the same. Deeply terrified and saddened for her, he ran away into the forest that sat upon Mt. Cephas, near which their village lay sprawled out. He lived up there, traveling around forlorn and silent, refraining from any food in his sorrow, confusion, and fear. As his self-pity continued, his keen Anzat senses picked up the faint trail that he saw in his mind. Unbeknownst to him, this was his first experience using the Force of Others, which he inadvertently used in accordance with his natural stalking ability to track down the ‘scent’ to its source, a deep aperture into the mountainside that housed the remains of a Bendu monk’s habitation. Though once owned by a monk, the orifice was lovingly crafted and exquisitely designed for comfort and meditation. Deep into this opening was a circular central room, from which all others were connected via halls like spokes on a wheel. In its center was a podium, and on the podium was a large book that was written in much like either a diary or a scholar’s notes, and resting upon this was a necklace housing a green stone as a charm. This was what radiated the Force trail, and, from what he could gather by reading the myriad runes on the wall - written as if a brilliant thought had come to its occupant and he had not time to get a writing pad and instead wrote it on the walls - the owner was a being, presumably male, named Azriel, who had come to his cave seeking solace in which to meditate and grow closer to Yahweh. When he came onto death, he embedded some of his Force power into the necklace.
<div align="center">
The charm of Azriel</div>
Astounded at the find, he took the charm of Azriel and made his way to the opening when the ancient abode began to crumble, forcing him to make a dash for safety in the open air, leaving the cave in ruins behind him, a loss of countless years of study and meditation. Ashamed at such a loss of great worth, he became somewhat depressed. He had managed to save the charm, as he had determined to bring it to a Bendu for their benefit, but now he was against the idea, as he would have to explain where he had found the charm and what had happened. Thus, he kept it hidden, wearing it always under his tunic for fear that someone would find it should he ever take it off and hide it somewhere.
After a few more days, he returned home and slowly began working back into his old way of living, though his only reason for return was to keep up the correspondence with his sister, gut-wrenching though it was. However, not long after, the messages stopped, and several months later Issachar brought his sister back, alone. However, his sister was not as he remembered.
During their travels about the galaxy, Shiphrah and Jaala grew more bold and dangerous in their escapades, though they remained deeply attached with one another, even so far as becoming engaged. During one of their somewhat prolonged stays in a highly urbanized area, a young man caught Shiphrah alone and attempted to molest her, though Jaala came to her rescue. However, Jaala was killed in the attempt, and the man continued to have his way with her, though she at last managed to feed off of him and kill him. During their scuffle, they had inadvertently set the motel ablaze, and in her state she was too much in shock, sorrow, and violation to even want to save herself, and let herself burn. Only through the timely interference of Issachar was she saved, though she was injured terribly, in body and soul. Her body was so burned away that she was forced to live in a life-support system for the rest of her life. As Issachar had not the funds to pay for a regular implementation of such technology, he had to take her to a friend they had made, who knew a somewhat illegal and somewhat twisted but talented physician that lived nearby. He encased her body within a droid-like casing, with no flesh showing. What was worse was that the structure she was to live in for the rest of her life was not humanoid, but shaped more like some centaurish arachnid. Due o the compounding of losing her heart’s love, being raped, and being burned then encased in a permanent life-support system was too much for her mind, and she went insane.
<div align="center">
Shiphrah after her transformation</div>
It was this new Shiphrah that her brother met on that open field. Heartbroken at his sister’s condition, he did his best to take care of his schizophrenic sibling, barely ever leaving her side and doing his best to improve upon her mental condition, though it frequently proved of no avail. However, it did some good, as, though she would at times become violent towards anyone near her, she listened to and enjoyed the company of her brother.
In some of her ramblings that he listened to as he was at her side, she told of her rather graphic adventures, and introducing his innocent mind to things he could not understand, and dreaded the day that he would. Because of all that had happened, he became bitter and angry at the world, an anger that came to a peak when meeting a sentient creature, an Arachnoid while wandering the fields. Upon seeing its appearance in resemblance to his sister’s horrifying new form, he suddenly felt a need to kill that in whose image his sister’s shell was made. However, he had the strength to fight off this urge until he recalled the delicious descriptions Shiphrah had provided him in her messages and her rambling about the intense joy of feeding. Convinced that he could handle just one, and feeling his hate surmount, he attacked a fed upon the Arachnoid’s life force. It proved even better, even more pleasurable than anything in his wildest dreams, and fell almost into despair upon draining the life from the husk of the sentient as he could not enjoy the feeling anymore. Like an addictive drug, he began to feel the intense and unfathomable need to once more feed, which came in intense attacks at indiscriminate lengths and times. He found that when he felt these attacks coming on, that he could draw power from the charm of Azriel to fight off the need in time to find a room in which to lock himself while he grew maniacal in his craving and lust to kill.
Up until the present moment, he is constantly subject to these phases, and still feels this hunger, and is desperate to find anything to make the cravings lessen or go away, even just temporarily. At last, he forced himself to seek out a Bendu for help, but before he could tell of his problem, the Bendu pointed out the Anzat’s Force-sensitivity. He was overjoyed at this revelation, as he had always dreamed of becoming a Bendu Knight, and, as well, believed that the power of Yahweh could help him overcome his addiction and perhaps allow him to help his sister. Eager to learn, the Anzat sought a teacher.
Kills: None.
Dueling Ring Matches: None.
Grand Tournament Matches: None.
RP’s: None.
