Illogical Martyr
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Varo'Sut Delekaarad
AGE
► 18
SPECIES
► Iridonian
HEIGHT
► 6'3
WEIGHT
► 165Lbs
EYE COLOR
► Emerald Green, with red flares surrounding the outside of the pupils.
HAIR COLOR
► N/A
HOMEWORLD
► Iridonia
GENDER
► Male
FACTION
► Independent (I wish for this character to eventually join the Jedi Order as a Padawan, but IC.)
RANK
► N/A
FORCE SENSITIVITY
► Force Sensitive
BIOGRAPHY
Varo'Sut has so far lived a short and rather unassuming life. Born on his homeplanet Iridonia, Varo'Sut was immediately subjected to the harsh realities that accompany being native to a very hostile planet. Additionally, he was born into an Iridonian clan who lived by a very strict warrior doctrine. Coupled together, those two inescapable realities would have a hand in Varo'Sut's overall outlook on life as a young boy and young adult. It remains a matter of perspective whether or not those realities would shape him for the better, or for worse. His fate is yet decided.
His father, the clans chieftain. Held grand plans for his son in his own mind, wishing for his unborn boy to become a strong and powerful warrior. His mother, the Chief's mate. Wanted a more gentle life for her son, already having observed the cruelty's of war and death. These two differing wishes for their boy would become the catalyst for many future familial arguments.
After his birth, Varo'Sut was given three years to remain at his mothers side until he was ready to begin his training. Training to become a warrior first, and then later, a clan chieftain.
For the first three years of his life, he lived in relative peace. Never leaving the warm embrace of his mother. She constantly took great care to give him a peaceful existence. But she knew, eventually he would be taken, and subjected to rigorous training. Training that would shape him into the man the clan wished him to be. But what of her wishes? Her desires? As the mother, she felt she had a duty to protect her young son from the future life that her Tribal Mate would have him lead.
When age three finally came, she gathered supported within the tribes council, and pushed for her son to be spared the warriors life, and instead only be trained to one day take the mantle of chieftain. She argued that he would still be a strong leader, but one of intellect, and tact. A leader capable of taking the clan to new heights.
His father, outraged, openly called on supporters of his own, interrupting her pleas. As the clans chieftain, he had more political sway within the tribe.
Her requests were harshly denied, and Varo'Sut's father was beside himself with anger that she had even attempted to change what he believed to be their sons future fate. He killed her in anger before the seated crowd, and declared that Varo'Sut would begin his training the following morning.
Varo'Sut, only age three. Had witnessed the murder of his mother.
He began his training, and over the years became a very formidable fighter. He also had been given many political duties within the tribe, and was considered a young prodigal son of the strongest chieftain that they had seen in a very long time. But even so there was always that memory, the memory of his mother's body. No longer warm, and sweet. No longer loving, or full of life. It would be that image that would haunt him for the rest of his days, and cause him to doubt his place in his own tribe.
At age 15, strange things began to happen. Nightmares, horrible nightmares. Not just that either, he began to feel something strange. From what seemed to be deep within his very being. His reflexes quickened, his mind sharpened, his senses expanded, and he soon found himself capable of doing odd things. Things that he had never seen before on his planet. He was able to manipulate the movement of static objects, simply by concentrating on the object and imagining it moving in which every way he pleased. But not in any significant way, it was always very subtle movements. But the fact that he was able to do even that rattled his brain. He was absolutely beside himself.
He had no idea what was happening to him, and he didn't feel comfortable with attempting to inform his father. He began to feel like a freak, among his own people. This made him anti social, this made him isolate himself. He always felt as though he had to hide who he was, and what was happening to him. The changes seemed so extraordinary, when he explained them outloud to an imaginary audience the idea of it all sounded ridiculous.
So he chose to visit the tribes shaman instead, to seek wisdom, and advice. The shaman was an old Iridonian that was one of his mothers supporters when she attempted to change his future. He trusted this man. He explained everything that was happening to the shaman, and the old shaman gave his answer.
The Shaman listened quietly, stroking his chin in thought as Varo'Sut explained. Sitting with his legs crossed, and his walking stick laid across his lap. Once Varo'Sut had finished, he took a long pause. As if trying to decide whether or not to give the information over that Varo'Sut was searching for.
"I have seen these sort of strange abilities, only once in my entire life, boy. When a group of Jedi took refuge here amongst our people while hunting down a dangerous man who had also been hiding on our world. The jedi were able to move objects by waving their hands, they were able to do a great many interesting things. Some things, that seem unnatural, or impossible. If I were you, I would keep this to yourself, if your father found out, he would ask you to use your birthright against his enemies. Your mother wanted better."
Varo'Sut pondered on what the shaman told him, subconsciously running his fingertips over the horns crowning his cranium, his hairless eyebrows furrowed.
"Who are these, Jedi You speak of? Where do they come from?"
The shaman sighed, and shook his head. "You must understand, any information I withhold from you, is for your own safety. Leave such talk behind young Varo... It will only bring you the loss of your life as you know it."
and with that, Varo'Sut chose to leave Iridonia in secret. To go and discover these Jedi, and if he had to. Force them to give him the information that he seeks about himself, and what he is.
At the age of 18, he left his tribe, and his world. Without explanation, or visible reason. His fathers training far from completed.
The tribe, including his father. Would die a short few months later at the hands of a rival tribe. Varo'Sut still doesn't know, but its likely that he would not care with the memory of his mothers murder still fresh on his mind.
Now, Varo'Sut is on a search for Jedi, any Jedi. To aggravate them with questions that he needs answers to, and with that goal in mind. He decided to make himself a target for the jedi. So that they, would come to him. He was eager to discover the truth about what made him so different from the others of his species, and was also eager to discover if there were other Iridonians/Zabrak that were similar to himself.
His father, the clans chieftain. Held grand plans for his son in his own mind, wishing for his unborn boy to become a strong and powerful warrior. His mother, the Chief's mate. Wanted a more gentle life for her son, already having observed the cruelty's of war and death. These two differing wishes for their boy would become the catalyst for many future familial arguments.
After his birth, Varo'Sut was given three years to remain at his mothers side until he was ready to begin his training. Training to become a warrior first, and then later, a clan chieftain.
For the first three years of his life, he lived in relative peace. Never leaving the warm embrace of his mother. She constantly took great care to give him a peaceful existence. But she knew, eventually he would be taken, and subjected to rigorous training. Training that would shape him into the man the clan wished him to be. But what of her wishes? Her desires? As the mother, she felt she had a duty to protect her young son from the future life that her Tribal Mate would have him lead.
When age three finally came, she gathered supported within the tribes council, and pushed for her son to be spared the warriors life, and instead only be trained to one day take the mantle of chieftain. She argued that he would still be a strong leader, but one of intellect, and tact. A leader capable of taking the clan to new heights.
His father, outraged, openly called on supporters of his own, interrupting her pleas. As the clans chieftain, he had more political sway within the tribe.
Her requests were harshly denied, and Varo'Sut's father was beside himself with anger that she had even attempted to change what he believed to be their sons future fate. He killed her in anger before the seated crowd, and declared that Varo'Sut would begin his training the following morning.
Varo'Sut, only age three. Had witnessed the murder of his mother.
He began his training, and over the years became a very formidable fighter. He also had been given many political duties within the tribe, and was considered a young prodigal son of the strongest chieftain that they had seen in a very long time. But even so there was always that memory, the memory of his mother's body. No longer warm, and sweet. No longer loving, or full of life. It would be that image that would haunt him for the rest of his days, and cause him to doubt his place in his own tribe.
At age 15, strange things began to happen. Nightmares, horrible nightmares. Not just that either, he began to feel something strange. From what seemed to be deep within his very being. His reflexes quickened, his mind sharpened, his senses expanded, and he soon found himself capable of doing odd things. Things that he had never seen before on his planet. He was able to manipulate the movement of static objects, simply by concentrating on the object and imagining it moving in which every way he pleased. But not in any significant way, it was always very subtle movements. But the fact that he was able to do even that rattled his brain. He was absolutely beside himself.
He had no idea what was happening to him, and he didn't feel comfortable with attempting to inform his father. He began to feel like a freak, among his own people. This made him anti social, this made him isolate himself. He always felt as though he had to hide who he was, and what was happening to him. The changes seemed so extraordinary, when he explained them outloud to an imaginary audience the idea of it all sounded ridiculous.
So he chose to visit the tribes shaman instead, to seek wisdom, and advice. The shaman was an old Iridonian that was one of his mothers supporters when she attempted to change his future. He trusted this man. He explained everything that was happening to the shaman, and the old shaman gave his answer.
The Shaman listened quietly, stroking his chin in thought as Varo'Sut explained. Sitting with his legs crossed, and his walking stick laid across his lap. Once Varo'Sut had finished, he took a long pause. As if trying to decide whether or not to give the information over that Varo'Sut was searching for.
"I have seen these sort of strange abilities, only once in my entire life, boy. When a group of Jedi took refuge here amongst our people while hunting down a dangerous man who had also been hiding on our world. The jedi were able to move objects by waving their hands, they were able to do a great many interesting things. Some things, that seem unnatural, or impossible. If I were you, I would keep this to yourself, if your father found out, he would ask you to use your birthright against his enemies. Your mother wanted better."
Varo'Sut pondered on what the shaman told him, subconsciously running his fingertips over the horns crowning his cranium, his hairless eyebrows furrowed.
"Who are these, Jedi You speak of? Where do they come from?"
The shaman sighed, and shook his head. "You must understand, any information I withhold from you, is for your own safety. Leave such talk behind young Varo... It will only bring you the loss of your life as you know it."
and with that, Varo'Sut chose to leave Iridonia in secret. To go and discover these Jedi, and if he had to. Force them to give him the information that he seeks about himself, and what he is.
At the age of 18, he left his tribe, and his world. Without explanation, or visible reason. His fathers training far from completed.
The tribe, including his father. Would die a short few months later at the hands of a rival tribe. Varo'Sut still doesn't know, but its likely that he would not care with the memory of his mothers murder still fresh on his mind.
Now, Varo'Sut is on a search for Jedi, any Jedi. To aggravate them with questions that he needs answers to, and with that goal in mind. He decided to make himself a target for the jedi. So that they, would come to him. He was eager to discover the truth about what made him so different from the others of his species, and was also eager to discover if there were other Iridonians/Zabrak that were similar to himself.
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