Valthrec Arghast
NAME: Hayt
BIRTH NAME: Valthrec Arghast
FACTION: Silver Jedi
RANK: Jedi Knight
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE: 21
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.91m
WEIGHT: 97kg
EYES: Green.
HAIR: Black. Often dyes it dark dirty blonde.
SKIN: White.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
[Strenght] Few people can say they fought foes constantly for a living, force users among them. Less so can even say they managed to stay alive through the whole ordeal. He didn't always come out on top, otherwise he wouldn't have learned anything except how weak his opponents were. He was beaten down numerous times, shot, cut, pierced, broken, humilliated and scarred multiple times. But he always managed to came through, either through his own stubbornness, being rescued, or surviving long enough to be able to get away. Hayt is a hardy individual with an iron will, turning into something else through experiences.
[Weakness] He mistrusts everything and everyone and sometimes this suspicions are bordering on paranoia and even though he does not always act upon those impulses or suspicions that doesn't say that there aren't there. He always sees the worst in people.
[Strenght] He has an incredible ease to learn new things, something he only found out about later in his life when such knowledge was available and he had access to tutors that would facilitate or even enhance his learning. His mind works fast. Really fast.
[Weakness] The Jedi philosophy he accepts with a certain kind of nihilism, the way the force works and what the force his. Ironically, he had better control over his emotions than most youths, having already gone over worse situations time and time again. He is cynical, and knows when to shut up, which counts for a lot in many situations. This drives a wedge between other people his age. His humour is dark and morbid and holds little respect for ceremonies or formalities he deems as unnecessary, however, he respects strength and willpower and holds those virtues almost supreme in his life.
APPEARANCE:
Hayt is a tall and muscled individual with pale skin that bears plenty of scars on his body, some small, some bigger and more noticeable. Some of these are in his face, the one that usually is more visible is the one across his left eye. He keeps his hair short so it doesn't get in the way of his eyes.
BIOGRAPHY:
Valthrec was born without proper documentation or care, and his upbringing was done by her single mother, fourteen young at the time of his birth. To say they were poor would be an euphemism, but even in the societal hell they lived in she found ways to make do. When he was a child old enough to be around by himself he held no illusions regarding the things his mother had to do just to get them by, and even though she was scorned and desired at the same time, he had an odd mixture between hate and respect for someone willing to forsake her own pride to keep herself alive. By then, he'd seen people get gunned down by the opposite. People who were to proudful, or whose sole existence seemed to hinge on them being the baddest, the meanest, the most powerful, trying to give off that image.
And they were scary too, most of the adults were. There was no room for pity even for a young child. Most of the time he ran about with other youths that formed their own underaged gangs in hopes of some day belonging to the bigger ones, though his mother told him to stay away from them he seldom listened. At one point in time a client decided to beat his mother up. Police enforcement did not exist down there, she told him to let it be. The client was a made man from one of the gangs, a man so high up the hierarchy he might as well have been the boss for all he cared, thus there was no one to turn to. He decided to take matters into his own hands, and made plans with his fellow youths. However, one after another they got afraid and decided it was best to let bygones be bygones.
The incident repeated itself, until eventually Valthrec decided he wouldn't take it anymore and began his planning. A way to distract the guards that accompanied the man to the room. He decided to use a distraction, and said distraction was to pretend to be a messenger from one of the gangs. He approached some other hookers and paid them, acting on behalf of a gang member of higher ranking to show those men a "good time". It was a poodoo plan, and worked about as well as a band-aid on a gaping wound.
He waited until the man came again, and for the brief moment the guards were distracted Valthrec made an attempt on the man's life with a broken pipe. He failed and was quickly overpowered, letting his anger get the best of him, and the man beat him up so bad Crowl was struggling to keep himself concious. His mother tried to stop him but didn't dare intervene. He lost control of his bladder and almost half of his teeth got broken as he was repeatedly beaten down in the floor. At that point in time the rest of the crew that had tagged along with him had already joined in in the beating. He was already having trouble breathing when a man showed up in a full suit of armor. Everyone stared at him in confusion. They didn't have much time to glare at him, because soon there were several smoking holes through their bodies, and burnt blood splattered the walls.
The man in the armor thanked Valthrec for the distraction, to which Valthrec spat a bloodied teeth at him and told him to get on with it, his face already having shed every tear possible from the pain, his gaze already beyond the point of fear and into the territory of full of dead man's courage. To his surprise the man gave him a choice. To live the rest of his life in this hell hole of a place with his whore of a mother until he rotted, or to come with him and do something that actually mattered. He chose to go with him, and was carried away, leaving his mother a crying wretch behind.
In the stranger's ship he received medical attention from a droid who did it's best to repair the damage that had been done to him, and succeeded in keeping him alive but it didn't look pretty. It took a long time for him to get back in shape. The man was Rohlan Ordo a bounty hunter, and told him that the medical care he just undertook had a cost in credits almost as high as the bounty he was going to collect. And thus, he wasn't allowed to die until his debt was repaid.
Valthrec was loyal to Rohlan and became his apprentice, learned particularily well how to handle explosives and soon in a couple years, he joined in to participate in bounties as well and hunts. The beaten up young boy grew old enough to be a young man this time, well accustomed to violence and combat, but also someone that took pleasure into inflicting some of the pain that had been brought upon him back unto the universe. He was frustrated the galaxy was such a shite place everywhere he looked. And after having some discussions with Rohlan and his viewpoint on things, that of a warrior, he became more frustrated too.
His philosophies were every time more out of tune with him. Eventually they took the last contract together, tasked with assaulting a small Imperial ship and releiving them of their cargo, whom they were then to deliver to their contractor. Things went more or less like planned but it turned out that the woman that was their target was a Jedi, although unnarmed and captured. She quickly sensed that the force was strong within Valthrec and told him of this, and of the possibility he had of making a change for the better in the galaxy. Rohlan violently disapproved of this. After they cashed the money in, he laid it plain on Rohlan that he was going back to their contractor and breaking her out.
The man that had grown to be a mentor for him to go get killed if that was what he wanted, that he thought he taught him better. That if he wanted to go and piss on everything, and become one of those hated jedi that it was fine by him, little ungrateful brat. That if they met once again, he would kill him. Deeply wounded and angry, Rohlan didn't have much in the way of tact.
It broke Valthrec' heart, but he had grown into someone who would never cry in front of anyone else. With his jaw clenched he left. He never saw him again.
His rescue attempt this time went better than what had happened with the gang member many years ago as he now knew how to gather proper intelligence and come up with a decent plan. The Jedi, named Rosylas, told him she knew that he would come after her again. Valthrec told her to shut the kark up. After they escaped, he hid his armor and left it behind along with his name, part of a past he was no longer worthy of, tied to painful memories and the most dangerous allure of all. The "what if..." that went through his mind every time he saw the painting on the plated armor. It was a world of extremes. But it had been his choice.
The woman put her in contact with a cell she was working with and after a quick background check, that came up blank due to him not really having much of an identity that wasn't fake, he retold his story. Most of which was half truths, but true enough so that he would be trained in the ways of the Jedi. To make the Galaxy a better place was a good calling.
PERSONALITY:
Valthrec was an abortion of child emotional issues with a trunked childhood and thus there is something off about him that comes up every now and again. It's not something obvious and funny, but instead something insidious. It doesn't come up as overly violent, tragic, or ludicrous, and he doesn't speak of it. But it dawns on people like some kind of uncanny valley, that the person they thought was normal until then might be something else entirely. Little things here and there that fly under anyone's radar until a specific kind of attention is put into him.
Violence and cruelty made up a big part of his childhood and his growing years, he had killed a man before he had the opportunity to have intimacy, and he had known up close what sex and rape was long before his years of innocence were up. He loathes pity and people who tell their life stories as if they were expecting pity or comprehension from others, specially those that want to win your sympathy with them. Most of the people he got around knowing in the circles he moved through had similar stories, they were hardened men and women and neither cared for tragic pasts or tearful moments.
He is a pragmatic individual with a slightly twisted version of the end justifies the means in his philosophy. While he is still growing as a person, and enjoys questioning everything and everyone to different extents, he keeps many things a secret and is paranoid. He is wary of every place he walks into thinking it may be a trap. He is wary of any stranger offering him a drinking, thinking it might be a distraction or that they drink might be poisoned. Maybe they want to get information out of him. There might be someone outside taking aim with a sniper rifle at him. His vehicle might have explosives planted. The ship might have been sabotaged. Though he does not always act on those impulses, they are ever present. This keeps him wary, on edge, and also pushes many people away, people who simply do not live in the same reality as him. Because for the most part... He's not living. He's surviving.
The Jedi philosophy he accepts with a certain kind of nihilism, the way the force works and what the force his. Ironically, he had better control over his emotions than most youths, having already gone over worse situations time and time again. He is cynical, and knows when to shut up, which counts for a lot in many situations. This drives a wedge between other people his age. His humour is dark and morbid and holds little respect for ceremonies or formalities he deems as unnecessary, however, he respects strength and willpower and holds those virtues almost supreme in his life.
He resents the Darksiders for the things he went through and the things he saw throught the galaxy. He's not old enough to know if things had always been like that, he suspects that might be the case, but can't help but wonder if things are like that because nobody does anything about it. And if no one does anything about that, he will.
NOTABLE POSESSIONS:
— 2x Dual-phase lightsabers
— Clothes
— Combat armor
— Heavy blaster pistol
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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