Kamon Vondiranach
Heart in a Jar
Maris Jolner
NAME: Maris Jolner
FACTION: To Be Determined
RANK: Exile
SPECIES: Kaleesh
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 210 lbs
EYES: Sometimes eye color might not be apparent in an avatar - especially if the avatar dons a mask.
HAIR: Not Applicable
SKIN: Red
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths: Night vision. Lack of associations/entanglements. Committment.
Weakness: Exile from Kalee. Disdainful views of the Force. Grandiosity. Morally gray.
APPEARANCE:
Because he is exiled, he does not don the traditional mask of his people. Instead, he clothes himself in full body battle garb and a specialized mask designed to filter out toxins. Think of it as acting like a hazmat suit, but with the ability to clean the air around him.
BIOGRAPHY:
Maris was a normal Kaleesh growing up. A warrior with seemingly no special talents. He lacked any form of connection to the Force, nor any care for those that wielded it. Rather than dwelling on such things, he focused on the here and now. In that sense, he was wantonly drawn towards the sciences and the very existence of himself and his species, considering the wanton devastation that had been brought upon them by outsiders. Only the former Imperial Remnant had seen fit to come to their aid. Others had sought to destroy them. Through it all his people continued to pursue the belief that if they did good, died in battle, they would become goods.
Foolhardy.
Gods were a myth. The Force was an abomination; a disease spreading its filth through the galaxy worse than any plague ever could. Where it went, death and despair followed. Surely he knew what science showed, that the Force flowed through all living creatures, but there was no definitive proof that it was this entity which gave them life. It was no god; each time one of its puppets died, a peace of it did also, and a god would not allow such. No, it was simply another meddling entity, gracing some with gifts that they little deserved, and others with powers of horrible magnitude. It disgusted him. Worse still did it disgust him that his people continued their foolish worship in light of the facts that stood before them.
So it was that he, Maris Jolner of the Lig, would bomb and summarily destroy the Monolith of the Jenuwaa Sea, Abesmi. If his people would not wake up from their war fuled stupor to see the truth that stood in front of their eyes, then he would take their epicenter of worship from them, summarily appointing himself an exile in the process, for which he was, in truth, grateful.
While the fall of the Monolith may prove pointless in the years that come, it nevertheless proved a point to at least some: there were no gods, only the living. Even the Force could be constricted and removed entirely from a being without causing its death. Maris had learned of this deadening through studies of the holonet. It would become a point of great interest for him, as he would seek to have the entity removed from him if ever he could find the means. In the meantime, the exile seeks the scientific pursuit of prosperity and peace, and that the hand of fate should fall upon those that wield the Force.
NAME: Maris Jolner
FACTION: To Be Determined
RANK: Exile
SPECIES: Kaleesh
AGE: 28
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: 210 lbs
EYES: Sometimes eye color might not be apparent in an avatar - especially if the avatar dons a mask.
HAIR: Not Applicable
SKIN: Red
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths: Night vision. Lack of associations/entanglements. Committment.
Weakness: Exile from Kalee. Disdainful views of the Force. Grandiosity. Morally gray.
APPEARANCE:
Because he is exiled, he does not don the traditional mask of his people. Instead, he clothes himself in full body battle garb and a specialized mask designed to filter out toxins. Think of it as acting like a hazmat suit, but with the ability to clean the air around him.
BIOGRAPHY:
Maris was a normal Kaleesh growing up. A warrior with seemingly no special talents. He lacked any form of connection to the Force, nor any care for those that wielded it. Rather than dwelling on such things, he focused on the here and now. In that sense, he was wantonly drawn towards the sciences and the very existence of himself and his species, considering the wanton devastation that had been brought upon them by outsiders. Only the former Imperial Remnant had seen fit to come to their aid. Others had sought to destroy them. Through it all his people continued to pursue the belief that if they did good, died in battle, they would become goods.
Foolhardy.
Gods were a myth. The Force was an abomination; a disease spreading its filth through the galaxy worse than any plague ever could. Where it went, death and despair followed. Surely he knew what science showed, that the Force flowed through all living creatures, but there was no definitive proof that it was this entity which gave them life. It was no god; each time one of its puppets died, a peace of it did also, and a god would not allow such. No, it was simply another meddling entity, gracing some with gifts that they little deserved, and others with powers of horrible magnitude. It disgusted him. Worse still did it disgust him that his people continued their foolish worship in light of the facts that stood before them.
So it was that he, Maris Jolner of the Lig, would bomb and summarily destroy the Monolith of the Jenuwaa Sea, Abesmi. If his people would not wake up from their war fuled stupor to see the truth that stood in front of their eyes, then he would take their epicenter of worship from them, summarily appointing himself an exile in the process, for which he was, in truth, grateful.
While the fall of the Monolith may prove pointless in the years that come, it nevertheless proved a point to at least some: there were no gods, only the living. Even the Force could be constricted and removed entirely from a being without causing its death. Maris had learned of this deadening through studies of the holonet. It would become a point of great interest for him, as he would seek to have the entity removed from him if ever he could find the means. In the meantime, the exile seeks the scientific pursuit of prosperity and peace, and that the hand of fate should fall upon those that wield the Force.
