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Essar Ibis

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Name: Essar Ibis
Aliases: Z'th-iy'xeth Essar (Essar the Forgotten)
Species: Morellian
Homeworld: Maena
Current Faction: N/A
Force Sensitive: Yes
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Maenan (Multiple Dialects), Unknown Regions Pidgin (Trade Language)


Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Height: 1.9 Meters
Weight: 87 Kilograms
Hair Color: Fading Red
Eye Color: White (Left) Blue (Right)


Appearance:
The eyes were unusual, peculiar to gaze in to, disunited by color. The left, a piercing shade of Ivory that became drowned with a murky sheen of orange as he looked fixedly in to the flames. The right, meanwhile, maintained a hue not entirely uncommon, a rather simple Slate Blue. The features of his face were of a wonted sort of bend. Rugged, but grasping an odd grandfatherly sort of kindness, even during acts of unspeakable cruelty. The hair atop his head had thinned dramatically on the crown, but was ringed by a mane of snarled and wild Red hair that had once held a dark, rich hue, but was now fading. He was weathered and threadbare, but his exact age was eluding.


Strengths and Weaknesses:
Herald of Xoth-za: A Militant Religion formed on the World of Maena, whose Chief Deity, Xoth-za, largely was speculated to have been an Ancient Force-User from a time before both Jedi and Sith. His Heralds regard the Force as a Flame, and they rabidly preach of his Light to any that would listen. On their mysterious Homeworld located deep within the Unknown Regions, they are responsible for what the wider Galaxy would consider unspeakable acts of savagery, numerous Crusades, Purges, and Wars. Their particular method of utilizing the Force revolves around the control and creation of Fire, and an advanced form of Force Weapon. Which they use to bolster and augment their fierce melee weapon focus in combat.

Lightly Spoken, Darkly Vicious: Quiet as his voice may be, Essar Ibis maintains an unrelenting tone of combat. Brutal, Precise, Deadly. He has honed his martial skills to a masterful level.

The Flame Provides: Pietism within the Heralds is often regarded as extreme, perhaps one of their most renown beliefs is in their disregard of High Technology. In a Galaxy full of innovative Armors, Weaponry and cutting edge Gadgets. The Heralds preserve an almost romantic link to a lifestyle that only utilizes tools that are touched by their God, Xoth-za. While this level of devotion may vary by interpretation, Herald to Herald, Essar leads a life tenantless of Advanced Weaponry, Armor and Personal Items. Relying on Companions for things such as Transportation and even simple Navigation and Understanding of the hi-tech landscape of Maena's New City and the greater Galaxy around him.

Z'th-iy'xeth Essar: Forgotten. In a Religion whose adherents do not read, nor write. Where it's Mythos, Traditions anZ'th-iy'xeth Essard Customs are traded from Herald to Herald by word of mouth and in the company of Flames. To be Forgotten is to have never existed. After numerous pointed failures abroad, Essar Ibis has taken the opprobrious Title of Z'th-iy'xeth. Unlike other Force Traditions, this is not a simple case of wandering onward as an exile. To be branded forgotten also sees a Herald shunned by their God. Eliminating their ability to discern their Path through the Flame, or grasp further knowledge of it's gifts in the absence of His voice.

Maenan: In the Galaxy abroad, individuals of Maena are often looked upon as unpleasant, and depraved savages. Located deep within the Unknown Regions, Maena is a World with a vicious reputation of violence. A Culture ruled by Crime, strange Religions and Cults. A place whose native dialects lack words and definitions for things such as cruelty. As such, the people of that World generally find themselves at odds with the laws of the Civilized Galaxy.



History:
From beyond an Obsidian Desert he arrived. Disciplined hands, inured for war. A gentle voice, disposed to fervent worship. Odius of False Gods, in the name of Xoth-za has he slaughtered. Apostate and Heretic, all inurned under cinder and culm. Unbelievers left blistered. Burned. Stewed slow. He is a Herald of the one true God. The Eternal Flame in the Darkness. His is the Light all must obey.

From lifeless seas and scoria flooded veldts. Across deserts of sable glass and craggy sierra peaks thrashed by scorching winds. Essar has wandered the savage landscape of Maena, New City to Kr'ylland. He has seen Worlds of lavish green, succulent Core World cities and soft Mid-Rim towns submerged in snow. Plodded through Outer-Rim Jungles, and left blonde beaches blushing as the tides came in to wash away the dead.

Sojourned shoring has presented those mismated eyes testament of Sith and Jedi, Witches and Ren. Godless, wild things, that worship men. Vespers of obedience so fragile and sick that the great Empires of the Galaxy seemed to rot on the vine as quickly as they grew.

The Heralds of Xoth-za, out there, unmoored from fiery Maena, were a solitary sort. Whisperers in the darkness, anchored with pirate crews and mercenary armies. Taletellers ensconced within Cantinas and Starports. Vicars preaching softly to soldiers in the midst of burning fires across battlefields near and far. Unmistakable figures wreathed with tattered Fabrics, Leathers and Red Chain Mail, attracting every moth they could to the Flame they so zealously burned for.

Z'th-iy'xeth Essar.

Dipsomaniac, prodigal abuser of solvent and substance, vulgar addict of flesh.

Failure.

Biting shame.

Unremembered.

He holds the Faith of the Xoth-za, but the voice of his God has decayed, and his path in the Flame has dimmed. Essar Ibis has never existed.
 

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