The Silver Savant
Asharo Madar
| Music | erase |
| Art | Gallery |
| Aliases | Ash, Ashes, 'Sa' |
| Title(s) | 'The Silver Savant', Archon of Naught |
| Class(es) | Guardian |
| Birthplace | Coruscant |
| Age | Twenty-eight |
| Virtue(s) | Sacrifice, Protection, Loyalty |
| Rank(s) | Soldier |
| Faction(s) | New Imperial Order |
| Home | Carlac |
| Species | Human |
| Language(s) | Galactic Basic and Ancient Sith |
| Occupation | Asset |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Force Alignment | Gray |
| Character Alignment | Lawful Neutral |
| Height | 6'2” (1.87m) |
| Weight | 180lbs (81.6kg) |
| Hair Color | Jet black, with a white strand flowing from the right crown. |
| Eye Color | Brown |
| Skin Color | Olive |
| Distinctive features | Heavy geometric tattooing down his left arm, across his chest, back, and up onto his neck. Missing right arm; replaced by cybernetic. |
| "Other" | Sion Alar |
"Would that I could explain it to you in a manner you could grasp. There is no word for it. No phrase nor string of syllables my tongue could ever weave to help you understand just what it's like to lose yourself to the whim of another. And struggle against the tide until forging an unbreakable bond within the molten throes- one where you must not only find yourself but help another find himself- and protect him, for he has become part of you in ways you never could have grasped before."
In the ever-churning tides of factional conflict, advantages are sought, lines are crossed, and morality is shattered. Brilliant, venomous minds are caught questioning just how far they are willing to go to gain the upper hand. What must be given to achieve victory? Who should be made to foot the bill? Certainly not those at the top spearheading the operation, of course, but it was those on the fringes who should be made to suffer and pay in the wretched name of accomplishment. No one would miss those people, would they?
And early into Asharo's life, he was chosen to pay.
His birth was heralded by a rippling effect felt systems away on the forested world of Serenno, just as the opposite crashed across his own. A mysterious link forged through The Force unraveled fate far earlier in either of their lives than they could ever come to comprehend. And it was because of this, ravenous sorcerers sought the two when they were but younglings to mold and forge into weapons for the champion of their causes. Stolen from his family home with his loved ones left slaughtered soundlessly by Inquisitor in the night, Asharo was claimed for a new, experimental effort. And it so happened, sprawling beneath the icy lands of Carlac, lay an academy with an affinity for the questionable, and even further beneath yet still, nestled a circle of sorcerers with but one intention in mind: conquest.
Asharo and his Other were trained and honed, shaped, and molded together in such ritualistic ways their very attunements and essences became reliant on one another; feeding and fighting for control as minds melded into one warfighting machine. Never could there be one, without the Other.
The struggle was violent and excruciating, with both involved suffering for months at the very brink of insanity until finally coming to some symbiosis.
A testament to his unfathomable resilience.
But where his Other held wrath and insatiable destruction, Ash saw only strength and resolution; a devout pledge to safeguard himself and others who could not do so for themselves. In a twisted way, he would do for others what no one had ever done for him. With the memories of his family and home forcibly torn from his grasp and scattered far out of his reach, he turned his focus on the one person he had--
In his suffering, he found strength.
In his torment; resolve.
And in his Other; purpose.
STRIFE:
“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation -- either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.”
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Bearing intensive, altered Force dyad with another, Asharo not only feels the emotions and thoughts of his Other but shares his physical pain as well; if Sion suffers, Asharo suffers. While they are immensely powerful when fighting together, able to deepen the forced meld of their consciousnesses to truly become one force, this bond comes at a hefty price in that they draw the very life from one another, weakening simultaneously in the process. The meshing of their minds is beyond their control and is a persistent aspect in both of their lives and all of its invasive tendency.
Asharo is prone to finish Sion's sentences and thoughts against his will, just as Sion is prone to finishing Asharo's. An endless, inescapable dance which neither of them is able to escape from, regardless of their proximity or activity.
"Never one--without the other."
If this link were ever shattered, forcibly or otherwise, it would have utterly devastating consequences.
EBB AND FLOW:
- + Indomitable
- + Intelligent
- + Stoic
- +/- Force Dyad with Sion Alar .
- +/- Sacrificial
- +/- Passionate
- - Stubborn
- - Spiteful
- - Reliant
POSSESSIONS:
- Perhaps his most prized possession is his lightsaber, forged painstakingly from silver-plated electrum, and sporting a strange, colorless glow to the plasma. Upon activating the blade, a beam of nearly pure silver erupts from the hilt, perhaps offering the knowledgeable some insight into the neutrality Ash approaches The Force with. The creation of this weapon served as a duality to another, the blade of which is a pitch black and wielded by his Other.
- 'Sa' - Typically, Asharo wears almost exclusively white or shades of pale silver. His garb is often form-fitting and tailored to fit him well, even when he dons select pieces of armor for combat or mission scenarios. Hailing from the icy, unforgiving world of Carlac has forced him to acclimate to frigid temperatures, causing him to suffer a bit more harshly under warmer conditions.
- Exposed - Most often, Asharo's right, cybernetic, arm is left unclothed or unprotected by garb. With its vibrosteel hull plating, he typically doesn't worry about it taking substantial damage in combat situations.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Forged to be a warfighter and guardian at that, Asharo's stature is by no means unopposing. Standing slightly above average height with a frame filled by meticulously maintained musculature, The Silver Savant only appears more stalwart in his stoic charge in the way he holds himself. Often clad in layers of pale silver or snowy white, a jarring contrast is created between his lengthy raven tresses, the heavy inking of his tattoos, and his attire; perhaps forcing him to stand out in a room more than he would like. His features are angular and often fall to rest on the neutral, impassive side of things- amplified only by the deceptive aging cast into them. He rarely seems to upkeep a ritual of shaving, and often sports dark facial hair along his jaw and encircling his lips. Fixed beneath an often creased brow are almond eyes of gold-flecked brown, offering a softness to an otherwise hardened visage.
Asharo has bridge and ear piercings and often fixes silver jewelry through them.
The rituals which deepened and perverted his dynamic dyad with Sion left wicked, scarring tattoos of geometric design across his arm, his chest, neck, and his back. These shapes are heavy in their black span, forming jagged, harsh shapes intermingling with negative space to create organized chaos hinting to the darker sorcery at play.
With the loss of his right arm at the shoulder some years ago, Ashes was afforded a replacement forged of vibrosteel with beskar joints, which were delicately threaded and wired into his nervous system to minimize any delay and drag which could hinder his combative capabilities. The arm is rather advanced in its tech, though it does not seem to possess any particularly extraordinary properties besides being exceptionally durable and resistant to damage, as well as being able to conduct his Force abilities.
VENEER:
"Relax... I've got us."
On the surface, Asharo is distant and comes off rather cold to most- though his presence is rather oxymoronic in that despite the distance he projects, those around him may feel a radiant sense of ease and comfort rolling from him. A passive peace projecting volumes of his stalwart nature and offering an air of safety with him about. The Force shines from him easily if left unhindered, and only beams even more brightly with his Other closeby.
SHIP:
To be updated.
KILLS:
To be updated.
THREADS:
INVASION DARKNESS FALLS // NIO INVASION OF TSE HELD BASTION
PARADISE WARFARE | DOMINION OF KETARIS & VINSOTH | NIO
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