Xanric Woods

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Xanric Woods​

BIOGRAPHY​

Xanric Woods
AGE: 19
SPECIES: Human

FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Knight

HEIGHT: 5'9"
WEIGHT: 165 lbs
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Deep Brown

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Xanric Woods, born to Republic officers, was a very well traveled kid. He had seen worlds most kids in the galaxy would never imagine existed. He would often settle down on a planet for several months then leave, making him a lonely child. At the age of 5, he learned how to shoot a blaster. His father, an enlisted officer, traveled from planet to planet in Republic space, earning his keep as a Husband and father. His mother, a now retired Republic military medic, followed her husband where he went, making sure Xanric was taken care of and loved. At the age of 8, Xanric was proficient with a blaster pistol and was on his way to speaking fluent Huttese. Their family was slowly making their way towards the edges of the inner rim, his father being stationed at bases closer to danger. His mother didn't like the idea of being on the edge of Republic space but she had little choice. This is where Xanric's father was ordered to be. At the age of 10, Xanric would find himself on the cusp of life changing events. While moving for the 6th time in his life, the traveling family was ambushed by pirates. A gang of Hutt Cartel thugs ambushed the ship Xanric and his parent’s were aboard. The pirates fired on the transport ship they were on, crippling it to near destruction. After boarding and killing most they came across, the pirates decided to keep the children for slaves. Xanric's father was shot in the head while protecting a small group of people towards the back of the ship, while his mother pleaded for mercy. She too, was shot before Xanric. While the pirates cut down most adults around him, they gathered the children and took them aboard their large pirate freighter. While all he felt was sadness, confusion and loneliness, anger is what crept in the boy's heart.

While being a slave for almost a year now, the boy found himself working for some scum bag deep in Hutt space. The fat Rodian, known as Deetz Khza, was a wealthy arm's dealer. He sold his wares to anyone with credits and kept his black market deals to only the most loyal, but sleazy of customers. Xanric hated them. He hated everyone that came in. They treated him like a sack of garbage. He scrubbed the cold floor with dirty towels. He cleaned the weapons, only being taught how to close his mouth and learn. He brought in customers from the outside, sometimes getting tips from the lone traveler or band of thugs if they felt generous. He wore the same clothes everyday. He barely got meals. He was tired. He was lonely. His slave master didn't allow him to play with the children of the planet often. He was trapped. His anger grew.

"Boy... Boy!" The fat Rodian called across the showroom floor. The boy was scrubbing down a firing pin for a slug thrower that was worth more than his life.

"Y-yeah?"

The fat Rodian motioned the boy with his hand to come over. This wasn't good. He never talked to the boy for any other reason other then to scold him. He quickly came and stood at attention to the well dressed fatso.

"We have... that is, I have special customers coming in the next few hours. Get the store ready. Polish the new blaster pistols. Scrub the entry way. AND don't forget to do inventory for the new arrivals. The store might have the biggest order it's had in a while... Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work!" The overweight Rodian motioned his fat hand like he was revving a speeder bike.

"Y-yes sir." The boy scurried off to start cleaning at once. Once he was out of ear shot from the blubbery green fatty, he cursed his name under his breath. He carefully put the slug thrower back together and began mopping the entrance. If he could kill this fat rodent, he would.

After a few hours of cleaning, the boy picked up a clipboard with information about the few crates in the back of the store. They carried standard blaster rifles but the shipment was a first in his stay here. About 30 or so rifles per crate. He didn't know why the Rodian needed so many, there wasn't enough customers to sell all at once. Maybe the Rodian just wanted to keep a stockpile ready. The boy sighed. He still had a lot of work to do. As he took inventory of the weapons, opening the crates and counting each one, he heard the ever so annoying "ding ding!" of the front door. Someone was in the store. Deetz was at the counter, so the boy paid no attention the alert.

After a few moments, he heard faint talking from down the hallway. Once he was done taking inventory, he headed towards the front of the store and put the clipboard on a table near the storage room. As the got closer to the counter top, the conversation got louder. It didn't sound like a friendly chat. He finally made his way towards to the openness of the showroom and noticed three strangers talking to fatty. A tall, well dressed officer type and two hooded figures. They didn't seem pleased with the Rodian. He stood near the counter top and listened to the conversation.

"...Ah, you asked for two crates of blasters. I can't give them to you for any less than what you agreed to!" The Rodian seemed stressed, while the three strangers seemed calm and collected. One of the hooded figures turned it's head towards Xanric. Xanric blinked a few times in surprise and got a weird feeling from it. He or she, seemed to be studying the boy.

"Did you not get a payment in advance for the shipment? Even though the weapons were, in all accounts, stolen from an Exile encampment?" The tall officer spoke in a calm, belittling manner. The Rodian stood in fear.

"T-the shipment was stolen goods?" The Rodian lowered his voice. He cleared his throat, taken back a bit. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about! I was assured these weapons were legally purchased!" He denied all involvement in stolen hardware. Even if he did know, he always did that. The hooded figure took his eyes off young Xanric and spoke lowly to the other hooded figure. Xanric couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Perhaps you should look into who you're dealing with in the future... It would do well to know when you're working with treasonous smuggler's and outlaws... Most crimes against the Sith are dealt with..." The tall officer pulled out a blaster.

"No plea-!" The officer shot the Rodian square in the forehead. "Death." The fat Rodian hit the ground with a large thud. Xanric gasped loudly and coward under the edge of the counter. He could see the Rodian on the ground lifeless next to him. Wide-eyed, he felt a certain pleasure seeing the Rodian dead. But what was to happen to him now? The officer took notice of the boy, said nothing, and turned around to leave the establishment.

"Leave the boy. We have other matters to attend to."

"Sir. This boy has a connection." The hooded figure exclaimed sharply. The officer stopped without turning to the hooded figures.

"It is true, this boy has the connection. I sense in him great sadness and... deep anger. Something raw to be shaped..." The second hooded figure spoke up, almost like he was studying the boy. Xanric was confused. How could they know how he felt? The officer turned to look at the boy.

"Does he...?" The officer pondered a moment. "...Boy, come here." Xanric hesitated. "...I don't have all day. Come. Now."

"Y-yes sir." He scurried towards the officer and stood at attention.

"...Were you that..." He looked towards the counter. "...Things slave? Xanric nodded his head quickly, nervous.

"...I see. My associates here say you have potential. Something important enough to bring to my attention. Tell me, boy, do you wish to stay here? Or come serve something greater than yourself?" The boy blinked a few times, looking at the mans polished boots. "...Well don't look at the ground and dawdle boy. Look me in my eye's. Do you want to leave this place?" Xanric sheepishly looked at the man.

"I-I do."

"Good. Come along. We'll talk on the transport. This planet is turning out to be another headache." The officer spun around and walked out of the shop. Xanric, in shock, took in the moment before scurrying behind the officer. It was over. He was free. Tears streamed from his face as he followed the officer down the dirt paved roads. He quietly wiped his tears, following close by the officer. The hooded figures close behind the boy, the boy would finally be able to get off this hellish planet. He would finally be free of his time as a servant.

The boy quickly grew to be a man. He was sent to the youth boot camps, training hellishly everyday. He had plenty of obstacles to climb in his young life, learning to adapt to the soldiers life. Learning how to serve the purposes of others. He was a quick learner, soon he would find himself on Korriban, honing his skills as a Sith acolyte. He had been groomed into a Sith, learning quickly the art of tapping into the dark side of the force. With recommendations for the officer who changed his life forever, he quickly earned the rank of Sith warrior. He mastered the lightsaber styles, studied the history of the Sith and trained religiously to become the man he is today. Now a young man of 19, he would never go back to being a slave. A coward. He would learn that nothing could stop him from glory.

PERSONALITY​

PRACTICAL SKILLS​

■■■■■ Slicing​	■■■■■ Survival​	■■■■■ Tracking​
■■■■■ Hunting​	■■■■■ Leadership​	■■■■■ Invest.​

COMBAT SKILLS​

■■■■■ Blasters​	■■■■■ Rifles​	■■■■■ Misc.​
■■■■■ Demo.​	■■■■■ H2H​	■■■■■ Daggers​

EDUCATION​

■■■■■ Huttese​	■■■■■ Rodian​	■■■■■ Ryl​
■■■■■ Tactics​	■■■■■ Politics​	■■■■■ Espionage​

Xanric is a very dutiful person. He has given his life to the Sith. He lives only to serve the people that took him out of poverty and sadness. He has found a new life within the walls of Korriban. He is a loyal and hard-working man. He would give up his life for the people he serves under. He is a warrior and a soldier through and through. He wouldn't hesitate to any order, be it whatever his superior would want. He is rationale when it comes to problems and isn't full of ego when it comes to overcoming obstacles with people. He is usually very soft-spoken, almost to the point where he won't talk unless it's necessary. Though, this doesn't mean he is anti-social. He was practically raised a slave and a soldier. He knows when it's time to network. He is very business like. Very straight forward and straight laced. He is proud to serve the Sith Empire and takes great pride in his work for them. He takes things very personal when it comes to the outcome from what superiors expect. But, he holds a lot of anger from his past. Something the Sith told him to harness. He doesn't have bouts of rage nor is he quick to anger. But in the background of his mind, most things are fueled by anger and passion. On the battlefield, he succumbs to this primal feeling and can become blind. In civil situations, he can succumb to his pride and can become aggressive. He is young and relatively naïve when it comes to how the universe works. Most of his time as a slave was when he was a boy. When his parent's were alive, he was very sheltered and alone, never really learning how to make friends. He moved planets often and didn't never got the chance to establish what a child needs. He has a lot to learn when it comes to the galaxy but now, he has the tools to overcome them.

LEGACY​

EQUIPMENT​

Armor
He has standard light armor shown in the picture. It covers his chest and back. He doesn't need much armor, since it will only slow him down. He is more of an agile warrior.

Weapon
He his lightsaber. That's all he really needs.

Misc. Stuff
He has no ship or droids.

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You need to link his armor to a write up in the Technology forum. Once you've done that tag me and I'll see if I can approve your profile.