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Character Kayden Lind (Lutris)




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Kayden Lind
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Alias(s):Kayden Lind
Kayden Lutris
The Reprieves Phantom
BirthplaceCoruscant
Age19
RankSith Apprentice
Faction
HomeJutrand (Quinn Varanins Luxury Apartments)
SpeciesArkanian/Sith Experimentation
GenderMale
Force SensitiveExtremely High
Height6'6
BuildAthletic
Hair ColorWhite
Eye ColorDeep Blue
Skin ColorPale
Distinctive featuresBack scars
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"You're a tender soul Kayden... but you are a slave to the darkness inside you."
— Norroku

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    Born of wretched darkness...

    Kayden Lind was born on the lower levels of Coruscant, conceived from the torturous Sith reproductive experiments conducted on his mother, Jenevelle Lind. Upon performing his experiments, his father Drazen Lutris left the planet, leaving Jenevelle to her misery. By some cruel twist of fate, she survived the torture laid upon her, and thus her pregnancy was rife with sickness and nightmares. Voices occupied her head and taunted her day and night, whispering travesties upon her. However, nothing could have prepared her for the pure anguish of giving birth. She lay in the operating room as dark hallucinations swirled around her, flashes of Sith, sabers bared, ripples of pain tearing through her body. She was bringing into the world something gravely dangerous. The pain overtook her as she succumbed to death, leaving her baby in the care of her dear wookiee friend and bar owner, Norroku.

    Thus, Kayden was raised by the kindest, most tender soul on the Lower Levels, learning to speak Shryiiwook as well as Basic. As he grew, Norroku taught him how to mix and serve drinks with a smile, and eventually he became the barkeep of her bar, Kashyyyks Reprieve. Dealing drinks to the scum inhabiting Coruscants lower levels instilled him with a sense of survival, a quick lying tongue, and a dry wit. There was never a dull day working at the Reprieve.
    Norroku was sweet to him, and cared for him like he was her own. Providing him shelter, a basic education, and a loving presence, she taught him right from wrong, basic manners, and how to control his emotions. She instructed him on how to defend himself, even gifting him a washed up old blaster of her own, though always telling him to use violence as a last resort.

    However, violence was something that came oh so naturally to him. When he became old enough to work the bar, his least favorite part of the work day was when a customer would waltz on in, get just a little too tipsy, and start causing a commotion among the other patrons. Once blasters started getting pulled, Kayden had the unfortunate task of grabbing the perpetrator by their coat, and beating them senseless in an effort to keep the peace. The feel of their warm blood coating his hands. The fear in their eyes. It stirred something within him. Something hungry. His rage and flashes of insanity propelled him blindly forward, fists beating down punishing blows on whatever poor sod was unfortunate enough to land themselves in his clutches.. It was always a struggle to pull himself off of a good beating, and it got harder by the day.

    As much as Norroku did for him, as much as she taught him, and as much as she loved him, there was one truth she kept from him. The identity of his parents. Both barkeeps she told him, who had a happy, loving relationship. His mother died in childbirth he was told, and his father died of a broken heart not long after. Though only half true, Kayden accepted it as difficult fact, and instead turned his affection towards Norroku, who was here with him in the here and now.

    A glimpse of twisted heritage...

    He was happy, working at the Reprieve. Until one day, when Kayden was seventeen, the cantina was robbed. Blasters were pulled on him, and more importantly, Norroku. There, for the first time, Kayden was visited by The Voice. Unknown to him, an ancient Sith ancestor of the Lutris family weaved their way into his mind, and commanded him to spring forward and attack. In a angry, primal burst of energy, Kayden flung himself at the assailant, as a string of force lightning erupted from his fingers, killing the man where he stood.

    Since that day, Kayden was tormented in his sleep and the waking world. The Voice visited him often, and was able to inflict pain in him both physically and emotionally. He would've sought out help, but nobody on the Lower Levels would speak to him after the news of his lightning slip up got out. He became a folk tale of sorts, "The Reprieves Phantom" as he was called. Thus, business at the cantina went into a steep decline, and Kayden was ostracized from his community.

    Destined for something greater...

    Life became a monotonous drone, as Kayden continued his employment. Though he lived in near constant mental agony, Kayden maintained his best attempt at a positive outlook on life. Mostly, for Norroku. Even after he became a symbol of fear to the general public, she let him work for her, no matter how it impacted the business. If there was people like her in the galaxy, maybe it was alright after all.

    Kayden began saving his wages, planning to eventually travel off world and seek treatment for his schizophrenic and manic episodes. Everything changed though, whenever he was visited by Sith princess Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin , who showed him a different way out of his dilemma...


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    Personality/Character Traits

    Kayden is impulsive, charismatic, secretly sensitive, outwardly aggressive, and always will strive to do whatever he deems to be just. He was raised by Norroku to be a caring person, and to uphold the traditionally "good" principles that the galaxy values. He still strives to uphold these principles, but believes that most who claim to follow a path kindness and honesty are liars. Kayden seems to believes that he sees the benefits and flaws of both the Dark and the Light, and that his moral compass is one of the few in the Sith and Jedi orders that is uncorrupted. Of course, his arrogance in that regard is a dangerous flaw, and is rooted in deep, harrowing insecurity.

    With that said, Kayden is extremely individualistic. In any situation, he will usually prioritize his own immediate need over that of others. This stems from his belief that nobody will look out for him besides himself. However, once he get's to know someone personally, and he's bared himself emotionally before them. Once he trusts them. He will not hesitate to lay down his life for theirs.

    This is because, deep down, in a place he has shared with nobody but Norroku, he believes that he is a rotten, horrible creature. He killed his own mother in childbirth, and has brought nothing but pain upon everything he touches. In his current state, he is an innocent soul with a streak of corruption that he cannot control. His flashes of insanity, his aggressive nature. These are pieces of himself that he detests. He will not rest until he is able to cleanse himself.

    Character Themes
    • Loss of Innocence
    • Descent into Madness
    • Twisted Coming of Age
    • Corruption of Power
    • Sins of the Father
    • Facing your Past
    • Fate vs Free Will
    • Finding Family
    • Seduction of Power
    • Disillusionment
    • Insanity
    • Brokenness
    • Jekyll and Hyde Complex

    Character Ethics

    Kaydens ethics are currently determined by Norrokus teachings, and his own views and experiences in the world.

    • Slavery, and any other practice that willingly binds another creature is wrong.
    • Children and families should never be intentionally harmed.
    • Intentional and meaningless cruelty is unnecessary.
    • When push comes to shove, anything and everything should be sacrificed for the greater good.
    • Torture is inhumane.
    Mannerisms/Habits
    • Picks at his fingernails and cuticles when nervous. Until they bleed.
    • After a bout of mania in the night, he will, when possible, try to restrain himself before sleeping.
    • In secret, he often writes poetry. About his mother, his father, about the world around him.
    • Loves to read.
    • A daydreamer, Kayden will space out if uninterested in conversation.

    GOALS:​
    • Discover the name of his father. And the truth of his lineage.
    • Free himself of The Voice in his head, and his bouts of insanity
    • Become a great Sith, as to return to Norroku and watch over her, show her she was wrong about their kind.
    • Accumulate power. He has been powerless all of his life, it's time to change that.
    DESIRES:​
    • Find love and trust in people. Either romantically or platonically.
    • To prove himself.
    • To keep Norroku safe.
    • To not be seen as a monster.


  • "I would rather be dead and unmourned than continue to live in this agony!"
    — Kayden Lind
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    Apparel & Cosmetics:

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    Weapon(s):
    • N/A

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    Personal:

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    Utility(s):
    • N/A

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    Starship(s):
    • None

    Vehicle(s):
    • None
    Droid(s):
    • None
    Asset(s):
    • Ex-barteder of Kashyyyks Reprieve.


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    Character Strengths:Character Weaknesses:

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    Innate Swordsman
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    Genetically Enhanced Sith
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    Cunning and Charismatic
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    Bouts Of Insanity
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    Overly Aggressive
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    Impulsive

    POWERS
    PowerProficiencyLearned FromThread\Link
    Battlemind
    Novice​
    InnateN/A
    Force Jump
    Novice​
    InnateN/A
    Telekinesis
    Novice​
    InnateN/A
    Force Jump
    Novice​
    InnateN/A
    Force Lightning
    Intermediate​
    Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin N/A

    FORCE TECHNIQUES
    Technique
    Proficiency
    Learned FromThread\Link
    Sith Alchemy
    N/A​
    Unknown[X]
    Other
    Unknown[X]
    LIGHTSABER FORMS
    FormProficiencyLearned From
    FORM I - Shii-cho
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM II - Makashi
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM III - Soresu
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM IV - Ataru
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM V - Djem So\Shien
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM VI - Niman
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM VII - Juyo
    Novice​
    Quinn Varanin Quinn Varanin
    FORM - Jar'Kai
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    FORM - Tràkata
    Unknown​
    Unknown

    OTHER
    SkillProficiencyLearned From
    Piloting
    Unknown​
    Unknown
    Medical
    Novice​
    Norroku
    Slicing
    Unknown​
    Unknown

 
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He was in a dark room. Dark and cold. Cool mist swirled around him, tendrils snaking up his legs, over his torso, as if alive. Breathing was laborious and rapid.

Where was he?

His mind ordered him to move, but his body would not cooperate. He opened his mouth to cry out, but no sound emerged. In the wake of his silence, a voice from the dark spoke, low and gravelly. It seemed to come from every direction, all at once.

"Thy fear is tantalizing. Like a sweet nectar born of unparalleled anguish..."

A shiver shot through his body, try as he might to suppress it. Sweat trickled down the back of his shirt, as he furiously tug his body once more against his invisible binding, still to no avail. The mist continued to encircle him, covering him, seeping itself into his mouth and eye sockets. The Voice of the Dark chuckled wickedly, amused.

"Such cowardice... surely one born of such vile blood carries a sterner spine."

Pain seared straight up his back in response to the Voices taunting. Kaydens body finally was free, as he fell to the floor, writhing in anguish. It was unbearable, like the hot magma of Mustafar had swaddled him like a hellish blanket. And then, as soon as it appeared, it was gone. As he lay their on the floor, gasping for air, the Voice came again. This time, quiet, and eerily serene. As it spoke, the coolness of the mist began to wash over him once more lapping at his twitching, helpless form.

"Let thy very marrow be obliterated, and made into a glorious canvas of hate. Submit yourself to another, let yourself be reborn... Child of Darkness."

The mist engulfed him completely, and his vision faded into nothingness.






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