Ansgar Ó Caoimháin
- Name: Ansgar Ó Caoimháin
- Alias: None yet.
- Species: Near-Human
- 'Subspecies': Bpfasshi
- Age: 25
- Height: 1.86m
- Weight: 83kg
- Eye Color: Sith yellow
- Hair Color: Dark Brown
- Skin Pigmentation: White
- Force Sensitive: Y
Affiliates
- The Sith Order: Acolyte
Traits & Specializations
- Perceptive
- Inept with Telekinesis and generally lacks talent in Alter
- Stubborn
- Cannot swim
- Rather talented with melee weapons and unarmed combat
- Talented Pilot
- Capable Deck Officer
- No skills with firearms other than a pistol
- Armour: Black Sith Acolyte Robes or Pilot Suit.
- Weaponry: Vibroblade and a blaster pistol.
- Ship: N/A
- Miscellaneous: N/A
Force Powers
Uncontrollable - > Apprentice - > Journeyman - > Expert - > Artisan - > Master
- Force Body [ Uncontrollable ]
- Force Sense [ Apprentice ]
Lightsaber Forms
- Vibrosword style with similarities to Djem So
Biography
Who is Ansgar ?
He's definitely no one. Always has been. Not born with a great prophecy labelled on him, not born with a burden of a name that carries weight and responsibility to the galaxy. No. Just another soul in the almost infinite galaxy.
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
Bpfassh, a planet on the edge of Galactic Alliance space but near enough to its capital - Sullust, was a planet with a long history of dislike towards the Jedi. That is where Ansgar was born. Now, he was certainly not born with hatred for the Jedi, nor had he ever despised the Jedi with all his soul like many radical political groups on Bpfassh did but as most Bpfasshi he certainly felt distrustful of the Jedi. The system had been under Galactic Alliance control for quite a while now and despite the distrust and dislike of Jedi on Bpfassh, there were no rumors of rebellion or anything like that.
In the end, the Galactic Alliance was his 'nation'. He grew up as a normal child with a normal childhood. The constant news on the TV of war, his father's unending political conversations with friends, the propaganda to join the military, it all shaped Ansgar's desire to join the military into reality.
It ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son.
War, as always, ravaged the galaxy and there the Wings of Liberty, a naval squadron of the Galactic Alliance, went to defend and protect the citizens of the galaxy. Proving himself as a reliable gunner for a year, Ansgar enrolled into the piloting academy with the hopes of becoming an officer and a pilot. That is where his true dreams lied.
Unfortunately, he was stationed far from the battlefronts. Patrolling systems from piracy, sweeping slave rings and scanning sectors. For a man who left the fronts to pursue a higher step in his career and follow his dream his ambition had obviously grown. Hence, his discontent naturally grew.
The disappointment of his station and his desire to prove himself to be drafted back to the front lines resulted in ruthlessness and success. His efficient, though brutal means of pursuing every enemy until they are dust brought him back on the front lines but with wary eyes on him. Since then Ansgar knew that his emotions could be used as fuel. The best grade of fuel.
Finally back to the Wings of Liberty, he at first underwent training for a deck officer contrary to his expectation of joining as a pilot. Once again, another brick of discontent laid itself on top. Nonetheless, Ansgar learned valuable lessons of naval warfare. After a year and a half as a deck officer, he was finally given the green light to step once again in the cockpit of a fighter.
On the front lines, Ansgar revealed his capabilities and his sharpened skills. Some maneuvers also seemed a bit 'beyond the normal' at times. That was one of the first situations where he was suspected of being Force sensitive. For the Bpfasshi that did not matter, what mattered to him was to serve justice. Absolute justice to those that would hinder the order of the galaxy.
Yet, zealotry leads to a pathway far different than the initial noble intentions.
Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.
Skirmish, after skirmish, Ansgar grew more and more ruthless. In numerous cases he had been reprimanded for annihilating an enemy craft while having the full capability of simply disabling it. After more than a dozen similar cases, he was punished by being taken away from his precious starfighter and back as a gunner. The decision resulted in violence demonstrated by Ansgar, who had had simply enough of being put down and limited. Hence, he had to be arrested and spent three days behind bars. That decision had finally brought to the surface all his discontent over the years of being barred from piloting a fighter while those around him were promoted constantly and appreciated.
In them, though, Ansgar only saw weakness. They were to soft to deliver absolute justice, to keep the peace in the galaxy. Jealousy, though, engulfed him and hatred. Displeasure and dislike for his superiors, for his situation, for everyone not understanding that order could only be brought with example. Example of force and sacrifice.
Time went on and demonstrating good behavior, while in reality still loathing his superiors and fellow wings who had not stepped up to support his actions, Ansgar was back behind the center stick of his starfighter. It was this round behind in the cockpit that his actions reached the absolute pinnacle.
In an important battle against the One Sith during the Galactic Alliance's invasion of the Core, Ansgar had disintegrated one of his own wing men to carry the verdict upon a freighter piled with captured One Sith naval personnel. During that event, he was at disbelief when his own wing men would attempt to disable him and bring him to martial court. Ansgar was simply doing his job, serving justice whatever the cost might be. Yet, they did not understand. The Bpfasshi's fighter was clipped finally at one of its stabilizers, not without another wing man being blown to bits by Ansgar before the Bpfasshi pilot was left for dead.
Considered K.I.A, Ansgar survived picked up by fate. The pilot's emotions a beacon to those of the dark side. With the One Sith turned to dust, the Sith looked once again to bolster their ranks.
The galaxy would know order only with the show of force. Only under the grip of the Sith.