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Va'arus
Exile ♠ Apprentice ♠ Homeworld unknown ♠ Force Sensitive ♠ Level 1
Human ♠ Male ♠ 27 ♠ 1.7 m ♠ 63 kg
White hair ♠ Pale complexion ♠ White eyes ♠
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Biography
Val Torso
The oldest son in a family of hunters, Val was born in a small village in the outskirts of one of Alderaan's smaller cities. In his relatively peaceful childhood, he was dedicated to matching the standards set by his parents, and served as a model for his 5 siblings. Being a skilled archer, he regularly went out on hunting expeditions with the older men of the tribe, and while the expertise was certainly useful, it did have some more detrimental effects on his personality, leading to the more vulgar aspects of his personality. Nevertheless, his family and tribe took pride in Val and his "heart of gold," and was a bit disappointed when he made the decision to leave in search of better opportunities.
Originally, he longed to be a soldier, awed at the heroic deeds of those depicted in tales of the war, but his dreams fizzed out and died, instead leaving behind a longing for action. He could not be a soldier if there was no war to fight in, and so he became a nomad, searching for what he was destined to do.
He met the smuggler Kor Kelso in a cantina on Coruscant when he overheard him bragging about killing a bantha with his bare hands. Although fabricated, the story was interesting and drew his attention, and he was mesmerized by the man's story telling skills.
One thing lead to another and they agreed to meet up again, sometime.
Kor Kelso
The outcast. The dim light among stars. Kor Kelso grew up around the inventors and scientists of the Core Worlds, his father being one. After spending his entire childhood against mathematicians and tinkerers, one would think some of the innovation would have rubbed off on him, yet he remained, stubbornly so, keen on staying away from any form of book, guide, or even educational pamphlet. Despite a heavy emphasis on his education, to the exasperation of his father, he gave up school the instant he could, not that he showed up much.
When he left-or more accurately, got kicked out-from home, he had the same education as a nomad from the Outer Rim, despite attending the galaxy's best learning institutions. It was as though information repelled off of him. Without any degree or diploma, he was left with few choices, (only a handful being legal), and so he took up smuggling, not that he minded. He enjoyed his job as much as you can enjoy a job, and that was fine by him.
He had just finished a trip when he stopped by a cantina, where he was telling some nice looking Twi'Lek men about his exploits as a top-class hunter, making everything up as he went along. He can still remember that day, when the scruffy guy with a bow subtly called him out, implying that he was, for lack of a better word, full of shit.
"Oh yeah?" he'd retorted. "Prove it."
The comeback of the century. The one phrase bound to shut up any skeptic anywhere. Except the boy said something about Banthas not inhabiting tundras, which was true. Humored, he continued the conversation, and they spoke for a few hours before striking a deal that they'd meet again, not in a shabby cantina.
A month of meetings and conversations later, Val said something about being jobless and Kor invited him to come with him on a trip to Korriban, where he had to deliver spices. Since he had nothing else to do, Val agreed, and a week later their ship was pulling into the port of the unsettling planet.
It was a risky job, (rumor had it that there were some exiles lurking around on Korriban), but the payoff was good, and they expected a quick in and out. Except, that's not what happened.
Despite warnings from the smuggler, Val put his palm to its surface. As soon as his skin hit the water, their lives were changed forever.
Va'arus
Rumor has it that the Exiles of the Outer Rim did horrible things to the inhabitants of the planets they were ravaging. While Marauders were razing villages and cities, and Inquisitors were tearing children from their families to join their ranks, Sorcerers stayed in the shadows, experimenting, creating, and destroying. The wicked things they did to other living beings are unspeakable, and lost with time, but the gravity of their dark deeds sticks behind, like a veil of darkness, smothering the grounds they were performed on.
The stories of many were lost among the destruction of the Exiles, but some stayed behind, sharp and unpleasant, like spurs in the fabric of history. An emblem burned into the rocks of a shattered home, in the plants that fell from pots and now grew, invading the flora of places it didn't belong in, in a well on Korriban.
The well held many secrets. There was no one to speculate, to create rumors and gossip to be passed around about the well, simply because there was no one there in the first place. It was so remote even stories could not reach it. Until two men stumbled upon it, unaware of its power, and the horrible secret it hid.
Long ago, in the years leading up to the war, a Sorcerer had walked those grounds, with his young servant. Some might call the young boy that followed him an apprentice, but he was simply a toy for the Exile, disposable at any moment. He was also a canvas. Like an artist, the Sorcerer would paint the boy, not with paint, but with the Force. The darkness infused into the poor boy, and the awful experiments on him turned him into another being. Broken into pieces, he was reassembled by his master into something that was no longer human.
One day, the Sorcerer decided to immortalize his piece. He wanted his legacy to remain, even when he had turned to dust long ago. And so he did. Now, the boy remains, bound to a well, in a remote cave on Korriban. The legacy of a long dead wizard, he remained dormant, until he was awoken. Va'arus rose.
As One
As the man's first finger dipped beneath the surface, both Val and Kor were sucked into the well, dragged into its depths.
Just like his master had done to him, Va'arus broke them down, piece by piece, and reassembled them. He experienced their memories and feelings, delved deep into their very souls, and tore them apart. Two men went into the well, but only one body came out.
Va'arus, now in flesh.
Appearance
His face is sharp, but not unattractive, with a few hairs descending onto his forehead, with the remainder pulled back in a long ponytail behind him. His white, pupil-less eyes are the most stunning aspect of his face, with tribal-like black tattoos trailing away. His upper body has similar tattoos, mostly dark purple, adoring his biceps.
His lips look as though they are about to pull into a cruel smirk any moment, and his body language is dominant, and confident. The shy boy had evolved over the years, adapting into a merciless warrior, thirsting for power.
Skills and Abilities
Va'arus inherited the combat skills of Val, and the craftiness of Kor, and he is a nimble, strategic fighter. Skilled with both a bow and a sword, he can wield several weapons, and knows a few forms of hand to hand combat.
He is a decent pilot, great hunter, and the wit required to get out of sticky situations. Some might say he would make an exceptional bounty hunter, but he sees himself above such things, instead believing he is destined for greatness. He possesses great potential, as do many of those adept with the Force, and his untapped power is waiting to be discovered.
He has a basic understanding of Force powers, such as pulls and the like, although his education has not exposed him to the heights he can reach.
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| WISDOM | STAMINA | DEXTERITY |
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Possessions & Threads
- One (1) lightsaber, red crystal
