FACTION: N/A
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.83m
WEIGHT: 82kg
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: LIKE A CAPYBARA
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
[+]Twice The Blade: From early childhood Aellin has been taught to utilize lightsabers in combat. Though not a master by any means Aellin is more than proficient enough to take on most other apprentices and padawans that he might encounter. The unique thing about his style of fighting is his overuse of Trakata. Though many might expect wielding two lightsabers to become difficult, even impossible at times Aellin uses the blades as accents to one another, often holding one blade in reserve while only fighting with the other, really only ever using one saber while forcing his opponent to keep the other in mind.
[+]Legacy: Though now passed, Aellin's family hails from a Tribe of Sith long thought extinct. He was taught from an early age what that meant, and exactly what sort of power came with it. Though he has detached themselves from such things now Aellin still holds within him the strength and knowledge of his family. Though he has neither the power, nor the understanding, to utilize this knowledge, he perhaps some day will.
[-]Brand: Upon his right shoulder, seared deep into his skin is a brand. The brand is of a symbol now long lost to the ethos of time, yet the marring of his flesh still remains. Though it was perhaps placed upon him decades ago, the brand upon Aellin's shoulder still festers and burns his skin, appearing as though it had just been placed yesterday. The brand causes him intense agony, a constant source of torture that seemed to pull through him at all times.
[-]Envy: His driving force, the thing that has pushed him since birth, Aellin wears a constant shroud of envy. Being born to a family that already had a son, a powerful Sith who had displayed talent in both the force and lightsaber combat, Aellin had worked hard to prove himself worthy in the eyes of others. This constant need for approval, this drive to have recognition has made Aellin and envious man. He constantly seeks what others have, covets their possessions and power, seeking to disarm and take these things for himself.
BIOGRAPHY:
Aellin was born to his parents some twenty three years ago.
His family, stretching back millenia had held to the credence's of the ancient empire, their power looming always and their strength foreboding to most. His parents lurked within the darker corners of the galaxy, hiding themselves, biding their time as they had been taught and waiting for their own strength to gather. In the time they spent together Aellin's parents bore three children, two sons and a daughter. It was these children that would become their ambition, their source to all strength and power.
Their first son proved that ambition to be right.
Baelid, they called him. The first of the three, Baelid proved to be a worthy contender for the title of Sith. From a young age Baelid showed prowess within the force, strength with the blade of a lightsaber, and an unmatched focus in his ability to learn and push himself forward. The boy seemed to grow and learn at an exponential rate, becoming a true symbol of what a Sith should become, of what a Sith should strive to be.
Three years later, Aellin was born. The second son, Aellin was given none of the attention, praise, or gifts that Baelid was. The two trained together, Aellin's brother far out reaching him in all points of life. It quickly became apparent that the younger of the two sons shared none of the same features as the eldest. He had not the strength, he had not the power, and he had not the natural talent of his brother. Soon his parents lost interest, their own limited emotional capability causing them to discount and discredit Aellin. They moved beyond him, seeing him as nothing more than a failure to tug along. This was the roll that Aellin took, the choice that he was given.
To survive in his brothers shadow, or to simply pass into oblivion.
It was when his sister was born that things began to change. Nearly five years his junior, Aellin had already been relegated to the position of shadow by the time she was born. His sister became the pride and joy of the family, growing quickly and showing a natural affinity towards the powers of the force. She reached far and high, eventually joining Baelid within the high echelons of the family's pantheon. Aellin stayed where he was, hidden, waiting, watching.
The family continued on.
They sat within their hiding place, watching the galaxy spin around. Baelid became more powerful, Aellin's sister became a portrait of beauty and strength, and the Shadow himself remained nothing.
Aeryl they called her, the beautiful and perfect statue. She took what remained of Aellin's hope, grasping it and dragging it down into nothing. Their parents all but ceased any and all affection that the boy had once received, his sister taking up what little love his parents had left to give. Baelid and Aeryl became the center of the family, everything, anything became about them and nothing else. Aellin was forgotten, pushed to the side and rendered into nothingness. His parents pushed their two favorites, pressing them forward and training them to be the perfect Sith Lords.
It was then that tragedy struck.
On his twenty fifth name day Baelid took ill. A disease began to ravage his body, a powerful pestilence that seemed to take hold within his form and dig it's claws in almost immediately. Baelid grew weaker by the time, his skin becoming malformed into pustules, his eyes bleeding, and his fingernails slowly falling off. Over a period of days Baelid began to weaken further and further, until eventually, he passed. Aellin's parents mourned, his sister nearly threw herself from the balcony, and the boy within the shadows simply watched.
The plague soon began to spread, his mother went next, consumed by the force of the disease and going even faster than Baelid had. His father came after, gripped by the disease and dragged down into the depths. In his final hour he called Aellin to his side, an apology upon his lips and guilt in his eyes. The second son simply looked down at the man who had called himself his father, his eyes bled through with the yellow corruption of the darkside.
He said nothing, the brand upon his shoulder burning, the hate within his eyes. A simple smile pulled on his face as his father drifted to Chaos.
So thus it was left to the youngest, Aellin and his sister. The now eldest brother took charge, locking the pestilence that had seized his family away and burning down his childhood home. He watched the torching manor, the flames biting and licking as he stood too close. The brand in his shoulder seemed to ache as his sister came to his side. She asked him a single question, her words a sparse, rasp of a whisper. The boy who had lived in the shadows only smiled, his fingers playing across the lightsaber within his palm.
A simple snap and hiss was her answer.
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The Bloodhaven
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