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"The world's not a nice place, sometimes you got to fight...kill."
Name: Furor Dragoon
Nick-Name(s): N/A
Title(s): N/A
Age: 27
Rank: Padawan
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Faction: Sith Empire
Eye Color: Blue-Brown
Hair Color: Charcoal Black
Skin Color: Caucasian
Height: 5'10
Weight: 155 LBS
Force Sensitivity: Yes
Force Alignment: Darkside
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=60ItHLz5WEA
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Strengths & Weaknesses(Will be expanded upon later):
(+)Darkside Usage - "The darkside is a pathway to many abilities, some would deem...unnatural." Furor lives by this ideal of the darkside. He is cemented in his belief that the darkside is the ultimate and unshakeable power in the force and the galaxy. He believes whole-heartedly in the usage of the darkside, this makes him devote his power and strength in the force solely to the darkside to amplify his abilities.
(+)Duelist - Furor, well he's a duelist in both the conventional sense and the unconventional sense. Conventional in the way that he's skilled in the use of a lightsaber and can hold himself strongly in one-on-one combat scenarios. Unconventional in the way that he can switch from armed close-combat to unarmed close-combat quite easily due to his upbringing on Crait, where he was mocked often. Being mocked and picked on by his peers made him learn to defend himself and hurt those who had dared to hurt him.
(+)Laidback Demeanor - Furor isn't like other Sith. Maybe because he never really knew how to act like a 'sith,' or he just doesn't want to be the monster his father was. Furor often seems rather laidback and just passive for a Sith. He's not your cruel sith who goes around murdering younglings cause he hates sand *cough* Anakin *cough* He likes to cracks jokes and just tries to enjoy life, making him seem just like a passive sith to his enemies which can catch them off guard.
(-/+)Fascination with Fire - Furor has always had a...well a strange fascination with fire. He's always admired it's beauty as an isolated flame...and it's destruction as a raging fire, relentless, merciless. This has made Furor learn the force ability, Pyrokinesis, both due to his fascination with it and his ambition to conquer the flames of war and the force to use them as his own. Though, this does make 'weaker' in other categories of the use of the force. He also will do poorly in cold and watery conditions where Pyrokinesis is much less effective than it is on dry and hot-cold land.
(-)Ambitious -
(-)Reckless -
(-)"You have Anger, You have Rage" -
(-)Women - Furor, well...he's not good with people of the opposite gender. He's had little to no experience with them due to growing up on that mining mineral world of Crait. Sure, he did know one or two people of the opposite sex...though one of those was his mom. This makes him nervous and jittery around women, especially ones he finds attractive. It also makes him rather easy to seduce.
(-)Vengeance -
"I've killed people, and I've liked it...hated it, it changes a person."
Distinguishing Marks:
- Blaster Scar on lower abdomen - Nikkon Dragoon
Home-Planet:
- Born on & Lived on Crait for entire life
Current Whereabouts:
- Sith Space
Possessions:
- Lightsaber created from Scraps
Relationships:
- Andrea Dragoon - Mother - Deceased
- Nikkon Dragoon - Father - Deceased
Traits:
- Zealot
- Devotion
- Anger & Rage
- Impatience
- Aggressive
Skills:
[WIP]
Biography:
Furor had the life of a laborer growing up, of a miner within the blood-red crystal mines of Crait. That seemed like a blank canvas of salty dust and lifelessness from above, was a mere illusion don by centuries of solace and little activity on the mineral world. The true wonder lay in it's scattered cliff sides and it's underground, most notably the old rebel base from a battle long since past. Not many people lived in the ruins of the old rebel base, though it was enough to sustain a small mining guild on the mineral planet. Their were roughly two-hundred people, though that's not important. What is important, if Furor's story.
Furor's childhood life was a blur of mindless fun and cruel punishments. Sometimes when his father would return home, drunken after a day in the mine, he would get angry. He would throw things, break things...hit
Eventually Furor did reach the ripe age to finally begin work in the mines, with supply short and people few in number, he had to start at an earlier age than normal. He labored in the mines by day and by night, almost never receiving a break with the low amount of manpower available to fuel the prosperous mines. Through the mines, he grew strength...he grew anger...he grew resentment. Other miners often made fun of him and his father, mostly due to his father's drunken habits which would most likely reflect on Furor later in life. Furor hated these comments, not just because of the hurt. But also because he never wanted to be the abusive man his father always had been and always will be in Furors eyes, nothing will change his perception.
"Anger. Rage. Vengeance, it all eats me up inside like a roaring fire..."
One day while laboring in the mines, Furor had wondered down one of the long abandoned mine shafts. He just...he needed to get away from all of it. The voices, the smell of alcohol on his fathers clothes, the hate and bickering and taunting that came his direction. He just needed a place of solace and peace to actually think. Which he did...from a certain point of view. He had found a crossguard saber from an untold age, the blade had been stuck in the rock wall yet he wretched it free with much effort and with the consequence of scratched and bruises on his hands. It was of an old design, yet a beautiful one. It was exquisite. Furor was able to get the blade to work with much tinkering and strife however.
Eventually, his anger, his bitterness, and his lust for freedom got the better of Furor. Or he had just embraced it fully. It had happened when his father had been beating him again, like he had always done. Furor was just going with the slow and painful pattern of his life. Furor imagined his father's throat in his hand, his fingers slowly curling around it as his father would choke to death. Before he knew it, his father was held in the air by some unseen supernatural force, with Furor's arm outstretched. His fingers were at the start of making a fist, which prompted a number of gurgling and choking noises that resounded from his father. Furor couldn't help but give in to the temptation, his father was their, ripe for the taking.
Only, the force had other plans. His father had apparently been hiding a blaster at his side and all Furor saw was a flash of blue light and a searing pain in his lower abdomen as the laser shot through him, burning the flesh and dropping his father back to the ground. His father was a dead man by then, Furor would've made sure of it. He grabbed the lightsaber he had found so many years ago, and ignited the crimson flickering blade. Then...it was all over as he struck his father down from the neck...