Jevar Xolius
Dha Solus
Name: Jevar Xolius Faction: Mandalorian Empire
Rank: Rogue Darksider
Species: Ubese/Corellian
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 2m
Weight: 73kg
Eyes: Sulfuric yellow
Hair: Light gray
Skin: Gray
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths & Weaknesses (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+/- Double-Edged: Having potential within the Force, Jevar has yet to undergo any proper training from a traditional mentor and instead has tried to focus on molding his ability, typically through focusing on anger; however, this makes him reckless and quite crude in his methods which can lead to disaster in some cases.
+ Man Of Arms: Exceptionally gifted within both realms of CQC and firearms, Jevar has spent relentless hours and months slaving over perfecting his methods of murder and hunting, coaching himself to push beyond the boundaries of his own expectations. Not a moment is wasted where the young Mandalorian warrior won't flex his prowess.
+ Manipulator: Having quite a charm to his personality, Jevar understands how to get what he wants from people. Since a young age, he's caught on to the practice of toying with someone's emotions and their heart strings. If there's a prize and he has his eye on it, Jevar will stop at nothing to have it.
+ Hunter Of The Wilds: Cold, calculating, and unshaken by mere threats, the young Mandalorian likes to stalk his prey and terrorize them. He seems to possess an extraordinary internal compass and has proven from time to time that he can track a target without assistance or much technological aid. It was during his childhood that Jevar learned to become one with the wilderness as well as a fierce predator.
- Amateur: Not being formally trained in the Force, Jevar's attempts at using such a thing is criminally unorthodox and very much a rough interpretation of what this ability can have the capacity for. It is mainly accompanied with only melee attacks aside from basic Force abilities; however, this means he can easily be trumped by a truly groomed Jedi or Sith.
- Heart Of Stone: A boy cast into the throes of a very difficult lifestyle, Jevar had to understand that not every person or thing in the galaxy was going to greet him with warm reception. The kid had seen death a few times before and wasn't exactly a novice in the art of survival. Having no ties to any real family or friends, the peculiar Mandalorian adapted in a way that shuts anyone out from his life. This paired with his connection to the dark side of the Force leaves him in a position with little leeway for others to trust him as an individual.
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Biography:
- Prologue -
"You'll never know what you were meant for."Chuckling can be heard before a long pause, and the inhale of a cigarette.
"Your mother... she... won't get to see you grow up."
Inaudible noises began in the background.
"The only thing I can give you now is this recording and the hope that you won't resent us for this choice."
Screaming and multiple voices began to interrupt and distort the audio. "You'll do fine out there, please believe me."
Thunderous banging could be heard on the door of the room where the recording took place.
"We need you to be strong, okay? We're sending you to a place where you'll grow to protect yourself. I have to go now, son. Do your old man proud, yeah?"
A loud crash could be heard before the recording cut out.
- Chapter 1 -
An infant jettisoned into the inky sea of stars, unaware of the fates to befall his parents; raiders, but his biological parents nonetheless. A gig gone sour had cost them a family and the chance of ever leaving the lifestyle that trapped them ever so poetically like a tomb. Their business was with none other than the Imperials, a cache they could potentially sell off to the underworld of Coruscant so they could retire, but alas, nothing is promised.
A thief's end, a dream shattered. Running with his tail between his legs is how the boy's father truly died. A dying man's desire left to drift among the endless void until discovered. His wish was granted. A mother's hopes and dreams up in flames; however, this pain would not set in for Jevar for some time. It was a ticking time-bomb that would help mold him later in life for better or worse. The infringement of the unknown was ever pressing, and only time could determine an individual's desires and personality.
The hopes of failure fell upon the shoulders of the offspring, a life had been drawn out for him.
Unfair, branded, cursed.
A journey unsolicited. The bastard's way.
The shuttle's hull scorched and came ablaze upon entering the atmosphere of Jevar's origins.
- Chapter 2 -
Dxun; approximately 18 years later, ceremonial rite of passage. Jevar had come a long way among the jungles of Dxun, being discovered after his shuttle had crashed near an unknown Mandalorian clan. The child was at first to be considered unworthy and unable to join them simply due to being an outsider, however, an exception was made for the mere fact of an infant's life.He owed these people, and they respected him as one of their own. On that day he stood proud among a group of other youths that had endured the trials of combat as well as the wilds of the wood. Each night Jevar stared into the flame of every fire he started, a longing tugging at his heart and mind. A passion to exact bloody vengeance upon the trespassers who took away his true family.
During his pre-teen years, news of a recording within the shuttle was revealed to him in full. He didn't know how to take it at first, but with each day that he pushed on to become better, it ate away at him. Hate and anger brewed within him, a power flowing through his veins almost like a drug. The elders of the clan could see this within the lad, and they knew he was ready to endure.
A housing for vindictive ache, demons of absolution.
A prayer for a fading soul.
Each scar, each starry night, each victory mingled with the aggression and will to dominate and destroy. Nothing would stand in his way, he wouldn't allow it. An innocence found within all children had been snuffed out in Jevar, his only motivation being the taste of crimson. It was strange in a way, how none of the other villagers ever talked much about how they found him or what they discovered about him. Perhaps it was for the best that they try and let him forget; however, that didn't go according to plan.
Anti-social and a bit of a wise-ass, Jevar pushed others away emotionally and never forged any close bonds. His path was his own, and the drums of war beat quite differently for him. This trial, this passage was but a tool to ascend into what he needed to be.
His vision ever-so glazed with eager passion and a thirst for blood.
