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Character
Anderit Rinaren
Age: 22Allegiance: Himself
Alignment: Neutral
Race: Human, Sith Pureblood
Birthplace: Coruscant
Height: 6'2
Body Type: Toned
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blond
Force Sensitive: Yes
Rank: Acolyte
Physical Description: Humanity comes in all shapes and sizes. Some win on the genetics gambling table, and others falter. Anderit is somewhere between the two. He stands a head taller than the average man; with a build to fit. He is quite large, muscular from his days of constant manual labor, and tall due to his bloodline. His hair is kept short and is generally left in a messy state. His eyes are a corrupted sulfuric yellow; further accentuating the constant scowl he is so fond of wearing. His skin is terribly pale.
Personality: The hard-working man tends to be the bitter man. When one's only hopes for the future are to pay off crippling debts, they tend to find themselves angry at the world. Anderit is the poster boy for such a feelings. He's a gruff, unpleasant, rude person to the majority of those that meet him. A rough exterior that reflects the hardships of a monotonous, lonely life. However, if one were to get to know him, they might find a lighter side to the would-be Sith. When comfortable, he possesses a keen sense of humor, and an unwavering loyalty to those he considers friends - so long as they do not hinder him. To be a Sith is to crave power for the sake of it. Ambition drives Anderit. He has no qualms about flirting with forbidden arts. Deception and betrayal are as much his weapons as any blade. His place is at the top of the galaxy and beyond; nothing will be allowed to hinder his ascension.
Strengths
Unwavering: A life of hardship has taught Anderit it to be unwavering. Anything is possible so long as it is tackled with tenacity and planning. When he sets his mind to something there is very little that can change it. Those who try to gain influence over him will find themselves presented with a challenge - those that succeed will gain a fanatic follower; until he decides they are no longer worthy of his worship.Self-Analysis: A problem that many Sith face is arrogance. A rapid ascension to a place of power often comes with an inflated ego. This has been the downfall of many in the past - warlords blinded by their overconfidence; emperor's assured that their followers would not dare raise a finger against them. Anderit understands this. He knows his place in the pecking order, what he can and cannot do, and will not allow his own hubris to be his downfall.
Knowledge is Power: Intelligence is the primary factor in the separation of the average man, and one that will rise above his peers. Anderit has always prided himself on his intellect. Whether it's the memorization of a datapad password, plotting to overthrow an inept leader, or recalling the rites to an ancient ritual, his wit will always be his greatest strength.
Weaknesses
Tunnel Vision: Seeing the bigger picture is the key to winning any war. Anderit fancies himself the kind to understand this, and that is true to a degree. However, once he sets his mind to something, all other possibilities are swept aside. He's decided how the future will look in his head, and he will do whatever it takes to shape it that way, even if a better endgame is presented to him.Squeamish: Anderit does not revel in the torture of others. He can feed off the suffering of his opponent, as any accomplished Sith can, but he takes no delight in wanton murder. At times, he will even hesitate to kill those he is ordered to. He does not understand the point in slaughter - the strong should rule the weak, not crush them all.
Nulled Senses: His eyesight and ability to hear have been crippled. While he can most certainly hear someone right in front of him, or make out a figure a few meters away, things in the distance are a blur, and quiet sounds often escape him.
Coruscant
Rarely if ever does one hear about the lives of the common folk on Coruscant. They are not people to the rest of the galaxy - they're numbers. Those who live on the upper levels enjoy lavish lifestyles and the protection of whatever galactic power controls the core at that time. The lower level, since Coruscant began building more, have been largely forgotten. Those that live there can expect short, monotonous lives of constant work, or a life of violence.Anderit was the former.
In years past, a former Imperial Grand Moff paid visit to Coruscant, long before he was ever a man of importance. He met a woman; one of class and importance. They were married shortly thereafter, and with that marriage came a son. The baby was his mother's pride and joy, and his father's curse. The child limited his ability to achieve his goal - a high position within the now-fallen Sith Empire. He stole away in the night, taking his wife's credits with him.
Heartbroken and robbed of her fortune, the woman was forced to live deep beneath the planet's surface; in the underbelly of the galaxy's heart. There she worked odd jobs and did her very best to educate her son. When the boy reached the age of eleven, he was put to work in one of the thousands of droid factory's dotting the lower levels. The credits were enough for mother and child to survive, but not enough for them to live.
The boy took every opportunity to better himself. Whether it was from stolen datapads, to hounding the older workers about galactic history. It was monotonous work - set a part here, move a box there, program this droid, dismantle that one. Many of the workers died from sickness, and those that fell were quickly replaced by others. Meanwhile, on the surface, the Republic was forced offworld. Such grand things did not matter to the underdwellers - they only needed their credits. Some for their families, others for spice, for the boy it was freedom.
One day he would break free of this place, and then he would help the others too.
He gained his chance on the eve of his mother's death. She had grown sickly and frail in just a handful of months. Paying for a doctor of any kind was out of the question. Doing so would put the family in debt for generations. As his mother began to fade, she informed him that she had been saving credits over the years. It was a measly sum - only two-hundred - but enough to get him to the upper levels. A short funeral was held, and as his mother's body burned, he made his way to the trams that would lead him to the surface.
It was on this trip that he became confident of his abilities. He'd always been aware of the things he could do, but he'd had little reason to express it. That was until he overheard one of the older gentlemen talking about Sith Lords, and the fact that they were taking in acolytes. All Anderit had ever heard of the Sith was that they were scoundrels: monsters. Yet, the Jedi Order had never bothered to help him, or anyone he even knew when they held dominion over Coruscant. What could be the harm in learning from these Sith folks?
So, the moment he arrived on the surface, the dirty, disheveled young man made his way to the Sith's palace in hopes of being recruited. He would have been killed or arrested for trying to enter; luckily one of the apprentices happened to cross his path, and lead him in the right direction.
Thus his story began.
