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Character Aether the Iron

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Source: Mack Sztaba
PROFILE

NAME: Aether
TITLES:
  • The Iron
  • Viceroy of Krant
ALLEGIANCE:SPECIES: Human
AGE: Early Twenties
HEIGHT: 6'0"
BUILD: Cruiserweight
EYE COLOR: Amber
HAIR COLOR: Black
COMPLEXION: Dark
FACECLAIM: Michael B. Jordan
FORCE SENSITIVITY: Confirmed​

TRAITS

Strategist, Martial Prowess
Overconfidence, Sadism

BIOGRAPHY

How does one become the Iron?

The tale begins many years ago, when the union of man and wife produced a surprise gift. Having given up hope of having children of their own, Aether was a blessing to the couple. And thus he grew wanting for nothing. He was nearly sheltered from the horrors of the world. Partially due to his sire's station, and partially due to his mother's care. Yet, when he was scarcely a teenager, Aether was given the chance to fly. A champion of his father's house, Tor, had been entrusted with keeping watch over the young man. Together, they would traverse the stars and witness firsthand what the Galaxy had to offer.

Tor, like Aether's sire, was a warrior of Mandalorian birth. Therefore, their travels served as a true introduction to his heritage. Aether, eagerly, clung to every story and every lesson - as if his life depended upon it. In turn, Tor taught the young man how to wield a blade. How to wear armor. How to speak Mando'a. How to be a warrior. Together, they braved the underbelly of the Galaxy as huntsmen. Bounties kept their bellies full and their skills ever sharp.

It was on one such Hunt that things went awry. Their mark had lured them into an ambush within the crowded streets of Nar Shaddaa. In the chaos, Tor was cut-off from his ward. When he evaded death at the hands of the ambush, Aether was nowhere to be found. Fearing the absolute worst, he returned to the site of the ambush and followed the bloodshed. He did not have to look far to see the fruits of his tutelage. For, within an alley, the young Aether had stood his ground. Armed with only a broken beskad, he had refused to give. Refused to die. The result was a heap of flesh and his continued existence.

It was then that one so young was dubbed iron.

In the present era, Aether the Iron's travels came to a timely end. As the worlds grew ever chaotic, the needs of Home outweighed the thrill of the Hunt. To date, he tarries within the Southern Systems - where he shall remain until the Galaxy returns to peace.​

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