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Marth

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NAME: Marth
FACTION: The Primeval
RANK:
SPECIES: Umbaran
AGE: 26
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.7 Metres
EYES: Pale blue
HAIR: Bald, though, when grown through would be white.
SKIN: Once again, pale.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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STRENGTHS: Ultraviolet Vision. Ability to influence others (Weak).

Weaknesses: Sensitive to bright lights. Slightly ignorant to the world he lives in.
APPEARANCE:
Bald with pale skin, Marth stands slightly shorter than the average Umbaran. He wears cloth over his entire body aside from his head.

BIOGRAPHY:
Marth was a quiet child, usually doing fairly well at things, but not acting too pleased. He always followed in line, staying within the confines of the rules but always trying to manipulate them to his own desires. If you were around to hear him speak, which was uncommon, you would realize it would either be to his family or to get something. This didn't get him many friends.

He attempted to rank up in the Caste system, at around the age of twenty two. He simply requested a meeting with the target, keeping his knife clipped to the back of his belt. They were in a desolate street. Marth didn't wait. He ran, grabbed his target and in one quick swipe flashed and plunged the knife in the man's chest. He stood there for a second before turning to run, when suddenly there was a shot. A chip in the floor flew and Marth looked up to see the glint of a scope pointing towards him. He sighed, the plan failed. He was found out so quickly.. Ignorant to the world and their security measures. He ran, away from the gunman and the most likely new group of soldiers running to his location. He ran.. Found a ship and simply took it. The driver also not too hard to find. He hopped in, pulled up and quickly found auto-pilot, taking him out into the stars. He'd never been there before.. It was desolate and lonely. A barren wasteland. He kept quiet and alone.. Until he found the Primeval.

SHIP:
N/A

KILLS:
N/A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A

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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/50760-the-chiloon-saints-primeval-dominion-of-chiloon-rift/
 

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