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FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Marauder
SPECIES: Echani
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Force-sensitive, somewhat capable, still far from reaching his full potential.
APPEARANCE:
Around 192cm (6’3”), 83kg (183lbs) Verkaga is a tall humanoid with toned, albeit slender musculature. His skin is ghostly pale. His eyes have large cyan irises, so saturated in color they almost glow. He boasts semi-long, pointy gray hair that flails around if he moves quickly. The angular face below is usually frowning with grey brows, little wrinkles around his eyes and mouth have formed because of it. No visible scars can be seen, although the careful observer may notice that his nose was, at some point, broken.
In public he appears dressed with the traditional Jedi under robe, in black and grey with white lining on the sleeves. Under the robe, light armor with plate segments can be seen. Further below he wears a long-sleeved black shirt. On a wide leather belt, he keeps his lightsaber, a green kyber crystal weapon he received during his training. Below the robes the outlines of loose grey pants begin, tightened beneath the knees by heavy, military-style boots. Unlike other Padawans and Jedi, he doesn't wear any capes or robes with hoods.
ATTRIBUTES/PERSONALITY:
Confused, yet intelligent and powerful in mind, Verkaga’s worst enemy is himself, that part of him he is disgusted of. His sinful feelings towards a certain someone have been tearing him apart from the inside for years, making him resemble a deep river – calm, or at least contained at first glance, but turbulent and chaotic in its depths. Hatred is his constant companion – from the moment he wakes up to the moment he lays in bed, hatred towards his parents and the Jedi, and mostly - towards himself. While these fiery feelings are the reason for his confusion, he still manages to keep them locked inside, be it at a price. To others, he appears serious, sometimes overly so, and cold. These others also know very little about him, for he is suspicious of everyone and is careful not to reveal too much.. He lacks compassion on a basic level for almost everyone, including himself. There is only one exception. His morality is shaken, at best, malfunctioning. At worst, it is completely gone. Physically, he is a gifted, and further trained individual. Tall and slender, with well developed muscles, his strength and agility are well beyond average. Even more than that, he can sustain the same level of prowess for a very long time. What he has in strength, though, he lacks in speed, and his defense is not so good. Born in the far south of Eshan, close to the pole, his childhood went in murky days and pitch black nights. As a result, he prefers the dark or at least dim light, as opposed to very bright sunshine, impairs his vision and makes him squint. For this reason, when visiting such sunny places, he brings a pair of darkened goggles with him. On the contrary, his vision is above average in darker places and during nighttime.
BIOGRAPHY
A second child in a family of five, Verkaga was born on Eshan to a warrior father. He started learning martial arts from the day he started walking, as the Echani tradition required. In his early days, he was merely a serious child, neither hateful nor confused, that enjoyed physical activities and solitary contemplation.
Sadly, he had a violent older brother - Pegru. They often trained together, and Verkaga lost frequently. His father favored Pegru for his fighting prowess. In this competitive environment, he first felt true displeasure against another being, but it was still early for true hatred. On the contrary, his younger sister Myrsalla was perhaps the only person he had truly warm feelings for. She was a different breed than the older boys – cheerful and inquisitive, not worn down by suspicion or negativity. They spent their early childhood together, doing what children should do - things Verkaga would have never tasted if it wasn’t for Myrsalla. Some time in their early teens, the balance was shattered forever for the young Echani boy. With growing disturbance he began realizing that he no longer sees his sister as, well, his sister, but as something else… he started having visions of them being together, in ways filthy and unimaginable, and this truly horrified him. He began losing focus with these thoughts, feeling desire, fear, disgust, and ultimately hatred towards himself for even allowing them in his head. He closed himself off, became cold, his face darkened. His parents did not notice. His brother did, but did nothing. His sister was worried, but, of course, he could not tell her. He began losing more frequently. Losing even easy fights, because he was distracted. His father punished him harshly, but failing to see the cause, he couldn’t do anything but increase the already present hatred within him, and spread it towards others.
It all went crashing down until one day, at the age of sixteen, he entered the training circle against his brother, completely sore and angry. In the burning rage that took him over, Verkaga for the first time used the Force to propel him into a nearby wall, injuring him severely. It was then that he understood how to channel his anger into power, and that he can use the Force. News soon reached the proper place, and a Jedi appeared soon after to take him to a Jedi academy, where he became a padawan.
In the beginning, he saw at least some hope for change, learning about the Jedi way of peace, tranquility and compassion. The latter he still lacked, but for a time, held the belief that through meditation and release of emotion, he could, probably, get rid of his torment. He learned to let go to some extent. In situations that reminded him of home, and his sister, he still grew unstable, and whatever he tried did not work. Little by little he learned about the Force and how to wield it, until his masters deemed him ready for a test. In his late teens, he was sent on different missions with supervising Jedi Knights and Masters, as a common means to learn operating in hostile environment. In his first missions, he acted like a Jedi should - fought only to protect himself, and strived to capture the enemies of the order rather than destroy them. Unfortunately, the turbulent, cruel time of his life, the sights of cruelty he witnessed, thrust him into more uncompromising acts. He began realizing that the Jedi way solves nothing. The mercy and compassion he was taught simply faded away as time passed. He left piles of bodies behind during assignments - smugglers, bounty hunters, spies and crime lords - cleanups, as he called them. The last straw was him leaving a severed head stuck on a vibro blade as a gruesome warning towards would-be evil doers on Jelucan. This proved to be his last mission, since he was no longer deemed reliable or stable. And so, a day came when he was summoned before the Jedi council. He walked into the hall under the strict looks of the Jedi Masters, and was formally accused of using the Dark Side of the Force. He said nothing in his defense, the scorn he felt could be sensed by everyone in the room. The Grand master initiated a vote for expulsion. The vote was narrowly in favor of the young man, as a human female Jedi Master, famous for training problematic students, rose and announced that she would be his master, and give him another chance. The council reluctantly agreed. Over the course of several months She did her best to reach to his core, to see what troubles him, and to teach him to let go. His walls fell down one by one, and one evening he told her what bothered him.
Sadly, he had a violent older brother - Pegru. They often trained together, and Verkaga lost frequently. His father favored Pegru for his fighting prowess. In this competitive environment, he first felt true displeasure against another being, but it was still early for true hatred. On the contrary, his younger sister Myrsalla was perhaps the only person he had truly warm feelings for. She was a different breed than the older boys – cheerful and inquisitive, not worn down by suspicion or negativity. They spent their early childhood together, doing what children should do - things Verkaga would have never tasted if it wasn’t for Myrsalla. Some time in their early teens, the balance was shattered forever for the young Echani boy. With growing disturbance he began realizing that he no longer sees his sister as, well, his sister, but as something else… he started having visions of them being together, in ways filthy and unimaginable, and this truly horrified him. He began losing focus with these thoughts, feeling desire, fear, disgust, and ultimately hatred towards himself for even allowing them in his head. He closed himself off, became cold, his face darkened. His parents did not notice. His brother did, but did nothing. His sister was worried, but, of course, he could not tell her. He began losing more frequently. Losing even easy fights, because he was distracted. His father punished him harshly, but failing to see the cause, he couldn’t do anything but increase the already present hatred within him, and spread it towards others.
It all went crashing down until one day, at the age of sixteen, he entered the training circle against his brother, completely sore and angry. In the burning rage that took him over, Verkaga for the first time used the Force to propel him into a nearby wall, injuring him severely. It was then that he understood how to channel his anger into power, and that he can use the Force. News soon reached the proper place, and a Jedi appeared soon after to take him to a Jedi academy, where he became a padawan.
In the beginning, he saw at least some hope for change, learning about the Jedi way of peace, tranquility and compassion. The latter he still lacked, but for a time, held the belief that through meditation and release of emotion, he could, probably, get rid of his torment. He learned to let go to some extent. In situations that reminded him of home, and his sister, he still grew unstable, and whatever he tried did not work. Little by little he learned about the Force and how to wield it, until his masters deemed him ready for a test. In his late teens, he was sent on different missions with supervising Jedi Knights and Masters, as a common means to learn operating in hostile environment. In his first missions, he acted like a Jedi should - fought only to protect himself, and strived to capture the enemies of the order rather than destroy them. Unfortunately, the turbulent, cruel time of his life, the sights of cruelty he witnessed, thrust him into more uncompromising acts. He began realizing that the Jedi way solves nothing. The mercy and compassion he was taught simply faded away as time passed. He left piles of bodies behind during assignments - smugglers, bounty hunters, spies and crime lords - cleanups, as he called them. The last straw was him leaving a severed head stuck on a vibro blade as a gruesome warning towards would-be evil doers on Jelucan. This proved to be his last mission, since he was no longer deemed reliable or stable. And so, a day came when he was summoned before the Jedi council. He walked into the hall under the strict looks of the Jedi Masters, and was formally accused of using the Dark Side of the Force. He said nothing in his defense, the scorn he felt could be sensed by everyone in the room. The Grand master initiated a vote for expulsion. The vote was narrowly in favor of the young man, as a human female Jedi Master, famous for training problematic students, rose and announced that she would be his master, and give him another chance. The council reluctantly agreed. Over the course of several months She did her best to reach to his core, to see what troubles him, and to teach him to let go. His walls fell down one by one, and one evening he told her what bothered him.
She was deeply disturbed, and told him it is his own battle to win, to accept things as they are, and the she could no help him. The little hope he had gathered in this brief time perished in a moment's notice. The hot, familiar rage awoke in him. He angrily accused her and the other Jedi for taking him only to teach him peace in order to stop him from reaching his potential, that they merely used him as a minion to do useless work on missions, and finally said she knows how to help him but refuses to. She listened with sorrow, but said nothing more. A few days later, he woke up just before dawn, stole her personal Jedi fighter, and flew away from the temple, never to return. He was planning to head far away, into the eastern parts of the galaxy, towards the Sith, who, he hoped, could teach him more than the pathetic Jedi ever knew.
SKILLS:
Verkaga, as any other padawan, was first introduced to Shii-Cho, Form I of lightsaber combat – moving through the simplest of moves, he learned to strike multiple opponents at once, and to deflect projectiles with his lightsaber. His Jedi mentors introduced him to the basics of the other forms, of which he favored Ataru for its aggressive nature and his own agility. This later helped him delve into Juyo, which he liked even more. He also has some knowledge on Djem-So, for attacks and counter attacks. Using the Force itself was never too hard for him, and he liked using telekinesis - even the movement of large and heavy object was possible for him, when not distracted. The other things he excels at are incredibly high jumps and heightened senses when focused. He never managed to heal, though, or to meditate for too long.
QUIRKS:
Verkaga rarely, if ever, makes eye contact with a conversation participant, preferring to look slightly to the side or in the completely opposite direction. When waiting on something, or someone, and feeling relatively safe, he can be heard whistling a quiet, emotional melody, over and over again.
RELATIONSHIPS:
Verkaga’s only close person, and loved one, and simultaneously the source of his pain, is his sister Myrsalla. He particularly hates and wishes the death upon his brother Pegru.
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