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Xaith
ALIAS(ES)
Xaith was born as Vlox Itheet, the youngest child of an up and coming Umbaran family deeply entrenched in the greater social structure that wove across the planet of Umbara. His elder sister was rapidly becoming a rising star within the family, while Vlox himself opted to cause a myriad of problems. Once manageable outbursts evolved as the child grew older and his Force affinity channeled itself into the tendency for small objects to fly during tantrums. The war was still fresh in the galaxy’s mind. And, there was nothing that would risk the Itheet family losing everything they’d worked so hard to gain over decades, than their socialite acquaintances learning about their son’s potential to bring fallout from the conflict crashing down on them all. So the Itheet family did what they had to survive, blackmailed and bribed another sect with access to transports to get their sequestered and stir-crazed son transportation off world. Coruscant, that’s where they were supposed to be sending him, off to study at the most prestigious academies through his still young academic career.
Unfortunately for the young Vlox, he never made it there. The freighter he was riding on stopped to resupply at a mining colony, eager to offload some of their more basic goods before heading to the core. What was to be a quick trip outside beneath the synthetic lights of the deep space outpost transformed from a sightseeing tour that sparked the boy’s curiosity to a blaster filled hell. Hutts, Exiles, overly ambitious gangs, an out of control local dispute, Vlox never knew what had triggered the spray of blaster fire sweeping through the bustling starport. All he knew was that he’d seen little more than a flash of light and felt pain ripping through his chest. Screams filled his ears along with the cursing of his appointed escorts. He didn’t want to die. A burning ire flared to life as he fought to breathe, an innate coldness fueled his body until a woman arrived. Her face was off, black veins coursing over what should have been normal skin, a hood pulled down over her features. She offered him aid, a chance to continue, but for a price. There was no hesitation as he accepted his servitude and embraced the strength his weaving fear and anger brought him.
Taking the dying boy in her care, the Exile woman whisked him away setting the Umbaran on a table in her ship, she went to work with her new test subject. Her dark work had saved him. The mix of conventional medicine and the use of the dark side stitched him back into working order while the power took its own toll on the boy’s body. The human woman’s stark ship was not Coruscant, nor was it home, but he had found his teacher and a new identity. Vlox was gone, the boy refused to use his given name in order to keep his family away. He didn’t wish to be found, nor did he want his fellow hunted Exiles or intrusive Jedi that may opt to hunt him to take an interest in his family. Now, he was Xaith, a new blank slate to pour his ambitions. Once recovered, the Exile took him as her apprentice shaping the boy over the years into a dark force, an additional agent to aid her in her greater quest to rediscover the knowledge that had been lost during the war and further push what the Force could do.
The pair largely kept to the outer rim where an Exile could operate without so much scrutiny, but precautions were taken. The art of keeping a low profile, vanishing from sight, mind, and stifling the dark side became vital as he was eventually tasked with venturing further and further into contested and hostile space. Involvement in the war was primarily kept to the fringes. Even then, complications often occurred, leaving Xaith an accumulation of growing scars and a body that was showing even more of the dark side’s fueled warping. Now a competent saber wielder and more fully trained apprentice, his Master has granted him even more slack in his proverbial leash as she further buries herself in her work. The sessions patching him back together were becoming a rarity, and the errand boy was now an adept killer and manipulator.
His hideous visage is perpetually hidden beneath layers of armor, jackets, cloaks, and helmets. The act of his master preserving his life partly through the use of the dark side along with her more academic curiosity during the process left him far from any sort of pretty appearance. The mesh of scars that litter his body are punctuated by the visible deterioration. Skin clings to defined muscles with an unnatural tightness and bones seem to jut out a bit too prominently.
He considers it all the more reason to lock himself away beneath his shifting wardrobe, using his attire as a mask to allow himself to interact with the public at large without putting them off or cluing any Jedi in to his state. When his armor is on, he appears as yet another mercenary eager to stay glued within his suit. And perhaps, he’d prefer to be seen as a walking faceless suit of armor instead of face the reality of the damage he’s sustained.
Art Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/bPPd
Xaith
ALIAS(ES)
► Vlox Itheet
AGE ► 24
SPECIES ► Umbaran
HEIGHT ► 1.86 m
BUILD► Fit
EYE COLOR ► White
HAIR COLOR ► White
HOMEWORLD ► Umbara
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Exiles
RANK ► Apprentice
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Yes
BIOGRAPHY
Unfortunately for the young Vlox, he never made it there. The freighter he was riding on stopped to resupply at a mining colony, eager to offload some of their more basic goods before heading to the core. What was to be a quick trip outside beneath the synthetic lights of the deep space outpost transformed from a sightseeing tour that sparked the boy’s curiosity to a blaster filled hell. Hutts, Exiles, overly ambitious gangs, an out of control local dispute, Vlox never knew what had triggered the spray of blaster fire sweeping through the bustling starport. All he knew was that he’d seen little more than a flash of light and felt pain ripping through his chest. Screams filled his ears along with the cursing of his appointed escorts. He didn’t want to die. A burning ire flared to life as he fought to breathe, an innate coldness fueled his body until a woman arrived. Her face was off, black veins coursing over what should have been normal skin, a hood pulled down over her features. She offered him aid, a chance to continue, but for a price. There was no hesitation as he accepted his servitude and embraced the strength his weaving fear and anger brought him.
Taking the dying boy in her care, the Exile woman whisked him away setting the Umbaran on a table in her ship, she went to work with her new test subject. Her dark work had saved him. The mix of conventional medicine and the use of the dark side stitched him back into working order while the power took its own toll on the boy’s body. The human woman’s stark ship was not Coruscant, nor was it home, but he had found his teacher and a new identity. Vlox was gone, the boy refused to use his given name in order to keep his family away. He didn’t wish to be found, nor did he want his fellow hunted Exiles or intrusive Jedi that may opt to hunt him to take an interest in his family. Now, he was Xaith, a new blank slate to pour his ambitions. Once recovered, the Exile took him as her apprentice shaping the boy over the years into a dark force, an additional agent to aid her in her greater quest to rediscover the knowledge that had been lost during the war and further push what the Force could do.
The pair largely kept to the outer rim where an Exile could operate without so much scrutiny, but precautions were taken. The art of keeping a low profile, vanishing from sight, mind, and stifling the dark side became vital as he was eventually tasked with venturing further and further into contested and hostile space. Involvement in the war was primarily kept to the fringes. Even then, complications often occurred, leaving Xaith an accumulation of growing scars and a body that was showing even more of the dark side’s fueled warping. Now a competent saber wielder and more fully trained apprentice, his Master has granted him even more slack in his proverbial leash as she further buries herself in her work. The sessions patching him back together were becoming a rarity, and the errand boy was now an adept killer and manipulator.
Personality and Traits
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Appearance
His hideous visage is perpetually hidden beneath layers of armor, jackets, cloaks, and helmets. The act of his master preserving his life partly through the use of the dark side along with her more academic curiosity during the process left him far from any sort of pretty appearance. The mesh of scars that litter his body are punctuated by the visible deterioration. Skin clings to defined muscles with an unnatural tightness and bones seem to jut out a bit too prominently.
He considers it all the more reason to lock himself away beneath his shifting wardrobe, using his attire as a mask to allow himself to interact with the public at large without putting them off or cluing any Jedi in to his state. When his armor is on, he appears as yet another mercenary eager to stay glued within his suit. And perhaps, he’d prefer to be seen as a walking faceless suit of armor instead of face the reality of the damage he’s sustained.
GEAR
Art Credit: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/bPPd
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