Cyril Alberath Greyson AKA: Graxin Rade
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Jedi Knight/Master
Independent Jedi/Force User
The Archlord
FACTION: RepublicRANK: Jedi Master
SPECIES: Naboo/Miralukan
AGE: [SIZE=10.5105104446411px]Late Twenties to Mid-Thirties. Exact age unknown.[/SIZE]
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 198 LBS
EYES: Amber/Light Brown
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Fair
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+ Intelligent and Resourceful. Graxin's mind and perseverance made him what he is today.
+Comfortable Liar. He can lie to your face with the kindest of smiles.
+Knowledge of unarmed combat, and the usage of many military firearms.
+Speaks fluent Graug Speak, and commands the respect of Graug underlings as if he were one of their priests.
+He's a baller.
+ Accomplished Jedi Sentinel.
-Intense Fear against numbers. If Graxin is outnumbered, he may freeze up, misfire, or even make an all out run for it.
-Little Armor. Heavy armor makes Graxin feel suffocated and can sometimes make him lock up in combat.
-He has a slight limp on his left leg where a Graug stumbled into him as a child, and snapped his leg in two. The leg was put back together, though it will never be whole again.
-Eating problem. Graxin has spent his entire life eating protein cubes and food designed for Graug, not humans. Regular food will make him dreadfully sick.
APPEARANCE
Graxin stands tall at 6'1. His hair is a dark chocolate brown, with flecks of gray from stress aging. He is of a toned build, though he is not muscle bound. His face sports small scarring over the eye and his lips from a mining accident. The neck, hand, and lower legs look as any normal human male for the sake of blending in with a normal populace.Below, however, are signs of the Graug. Ritualistic markings run down the sides of his torso, carved from a sharp dagger in lightning like patterns from each shoulder to hip. The skin around his midriff it mottled and stitched together from a molten heated scythe being driven through it. The upper arms are covered in horrible lacerations and burns similar to those on his midriff. A massive, jagged scar runs the length of his back, and his leg looks as if it were crudely reattached to the joint.
A small wording in Graug Speak has been written just under his collarbone, translating to "Hand of his Lord" in reverence to Darth Vulcanus. His right hand is burned beyond recognition. The skin is charcoal black from the flames of the Dark Side cast from Vulcanus in one of their battles. His arms are streaked with long pale cuts, and and spots of mottled flesh from similar Sith flames.
BIOGRAPHY
(Out of Date)
Those who do not understand, shall never understand. Such is the way of things. People often told stories of the past. Of sitting at home with family, enjoying a holoprogram or a nice song. Of taking your lover out for a night on the town. Of a time when the Graug were not gods.
These stories were unattainable dreams in the Graug slaveyards. Dark, dry, and dusty at all times of the day. The blazing heat never really did help. A year or so before our tale begins, an errant Jedi Knight on a personal quest for vengeance was capture by the Graug slavers. She was beaten, broken, and violated by her captors, only to be left in the infamous slave yards the Graug held domain over.
There, she met an Sith Officer who happened to work alongside the Graug. The Sith had need of slaves, and the Graug provided. This officer treated her well, fed her, and after some time, stole the Jedi into his chambers when the Graug found it for. The Jedi fell in love, as did the Officer, and not long after a child was born of their union. A healthy baby boy.
The two were to be married, the Jedi to be freed. The Officer, however, had made a grave mistake. He had spoken ill of the Graug leader, the one known as Krag. Krag, in a show of power, had their son taken away.
The Officer was executed in the creation of a Sith Spawn, while the Jedi on some stroke of luck escaped off into the planet's caverns. The child was raised by the Graug priests as an experiment. A human with many different attributes from other sub-species, to be grown and raised as a Graug warrior.
This was all well and good for a time; until one day, the experiment was changed. The boy reached the age of ten. He was carted off into Krag's personal prison chamber,
He was raised away for Sith influence, the Graug Priests keeping their charge locked away in their prison chambers for testing.
The boy was taken in personally by Krag and his priests. For years, they taught him how to be Graug: taught him to be smart, tenacious, and clever. They taught him of their supremacy, and how he, one day, would serve at Krag's side. The priests gave it their very best to shatter the boy's mind and remold it; and they succeeded to a point.
The boy's leg was torn clean in half under the direction of one of the Priests, only to be reattached with a furnace and crude alchemy. A scythe dipped in magma was sliced across the child's midriff. Markings of the Dark Side were carved into his flesh, and a branding with words swearing fealty to Darth Vulcanus were burned into his chest in Graug Speak.
The boy did indeed break, but not as intended. His sanity remained, as did his morals. He knew what he was being trained to do was wrong. It ate him, creeped slowly behind him as he attempted to grab rest. The guilt would always remain.
His force powers were left unchecked and unchained. The Priests wished to see what would happen with such raw, uncultivated, and uncontrolled abilities.
His loyalty was to Krag, as he knew no other. Vaguely could he recall his true parents. The morals and values they instilled in him remained, but his life lay with the Empire. His training was announced complete as the Sith Empire fell, his loyalty assured as Krag threatened his brother and sister with death. All that remained of his short, previous life was his mother's necklace, gifted to him on his third birthday.
This boy grew into Graxin Rand. The head intelligence agent for the New Order, and the son of Krag. Taken to calling the Dark Lord father, even possessing a twisted version of real love and affection toward the monster that raised him, the young man goes where he is tasked, and holds the rank of Captain. Some are suspicious of this one. The Sith looked upon him in confusion. Soldiers scowled at a boy of such young age attaining such a high rank. The Graug saw him as a brother to be followed, a voice of their mighty leader.
Graxin was initially tasked with eliminating any threat to the Graug superiority. This led him to seek out training in the ways of the force. Graxin's power grew as he practiced and looked into holocrons on his own time. He was eventually recognized as Sith by the order itself. The now-named-Knight traveled to Mustafar with Corvetta Salvo, recovering his mother's lightsaber.
He then journeyed to Togoria and met Kelios Shara-da. The massive Jedi befriended him, and helped him to create a lightsaber. The two decided to travel together, and in his spare time, Graxin began to teach Linori Pryde the ways of the force. The life wasn't idyllic, but they all had each other.
This would all change when Darth Vulcanus tasked Graxin with hunting down the Architects. The group was sent to the far reaches of the outer rim In search of these mysterious beings. Ancient and often times considered holy, the architects were an intelligent force, and rather prone to staying unseen. Still, the group prevailed on a few planets. Yet, every architect captured was either killed by during capture, or managed to terminate itself.
Furious, Graxin was more than ready to jump at the opportunity when the lead architect ship was found near Mytus. The group headed in, and some were lost in the conflict. The architects defeated Graxin, and explained to him just why the Sith would always fail, before jumping back into the unknown regions. Graxin was left with the Mephirium, as was his crew.
Meanwhile, Darth Vulcanus had learned of his son's failure. Eager to punish anything he deemed weak, Vulcanus sent two Sith Predators to retrieve Graxin. While the young warrior was away from the group on Nar Shaddaa, he was ambushed by the predators, incapacitated, and transported to a prison facility on Mytus.
Vulcanus scheduled a visit, but never came. Word was that the great Sith Lord had simply disappeared. The payment for Graxin's life time of suffering was torture, and the knowledge that his siblings had been executed as such. With a heavy heart, he accepted his punishment for the time being.
NPCS
Possesions
Graxin's lightsaber:
Darth Vulcanus's Lightsaber
Kills:
