Kamon Vondiranach
Heart in a Jar
Meric Amadeus Nadun
NAME: Meric Amadeus NadunFACTION: Undecided. Possibly One Sith.
RANK: Sith Master
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 46
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 195lbs
EYES: Yellow
HAIR: None
SKIN: Mottled, severely burned.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths:
Physically strong due to pushing the limits of his body.
Perseverence as he's come a long way from the crippled and decrepit youth he once was.
Strong in the Force due to years spent practicing when he was barely able to move.
Weaknesses:
Immunodeficient due to the lack of a well developed epidermis, and living in a suit his whole life.
Passion for life can sometimes be used against him, especially in his fondness for companionship.
Technologically unsound because he devoted himself to strengthening his body and his connection to the Force.
APPEARANCE:
A victim of serious accident when he was younger, he suffered severe burns over his entire body, and very nearly died. The severe pain he suffered forced him to be put into special suits as he grew. The suits sustained him, hid his deformity, and administered drugs to sate the constant pain he would otherwise be in. No amount of work could save him from the pain. His suit is nothing spectacular, providing minimal armor. It is mostly life support more than anything else. As it is, the only physical part of him that can be seen is the top of his head, where he possesses no hair, and has mottled, scarred skin and yellow eyes.
BIOGRAPHY:
Meric was born on Coruscant, the son of a factory worker and his mistress. An illegitimate child, he saw no love from a father that refused to acknowledge him. His mother loved him, and told him of the way his father had been prior to him being born. That compassion he'd shown to Meric's mother was what inspired him to strive to grow up and be a factory worker like his father. With his mother working, and he often left alone as a result, he would often wander off on his own to explore the vast city planet. It was easy to do because he was often ignored, unseen by the masses of people moving about. He could go anywhere he wanted, whenever he wanted.
In so doing, he found himself wandering to his father's workplace. They were working on a chemical factory and he wandered inside, completely unnoticed by any of the workers. As he walked along a stack of girders, a droid began to move them and he toppled off, falling into a container of a powerful acid that was being used to treat the girders to prevent fire. The acid burned him. He screamed and writhed until the droid extracted him from the container, but at the point he was barely recognizable as even being human, aside from his physiology. He was rushed to a medical facility, but the damage was already done.
His mother was told he likely wouldn't survive unless she could find the money to do more for him. No matter what she did, she'd never be able to bring the money together herself, so she did the only thing she could: she sued his father and the construction company. His paternity was proven for the suit, his father lost his job and was never seen or heard from again when the construction company he was working for tanked in light of the disaster that they'd allowed to take place on their job site. In the end she won more than enough money to take care of Meric, getting him the care he needed, and leaving her able to retire with a substantial endowment for him when he came of age as well.
Living in a bubble proved both beneficial and detrimental. He wasn't exposed to the rigors and toil of the real world. He didn't see the rise and fall of various groups controlling the planet. He was no influenced by anyone but himself. Though he cared much for his mother, he found himself drawing away from her the more he spent time within the various suits that were fashioned for him. He became callous and uncaring, and pushed his body in an effort to make it stronger. During which he discovered his natural ability to touch the Force and sought the teaching of an ancient Sith Master, Darth Terace. The things he learned nearly broke him, but in the end he was stronger for it. Strong enough that he could do whatever it was that he wished.
When he was ready to leave the facility, he killed the doctor that had been overseeing his care. Nobody else was deserving of the kind of care he'd received. He felt no remorse for the mans death, nor did he feel joy. It simply was. In the world outside, he met with stares from some, and was ignored by many. He traveled the planet, learning of the peoples there. In so doing he formed a companionship with a young female Twi'lek named Myra. Though the companionship was affectionate, it was not physical, as he must never leave the confines of his suit for long. In the end Myra died at the hands of ruffians that Meric slew before he purchased an old Sith Infiltrator and had it refurbished. Then he left Coruscant, unsure if he would ever return.
He traveled the galaxy for many years, seeking himself, ever maintaining his cold, callous nature. Several companions came and went, some dying, others moving on. He felt remorse for those he lost to death, and lamented the ones that departed, but did not feel anger towards them. The only anger he felt was the quiet rage inside of him at the injustice perpetuated on the galaxy at the hands of Sith, Jedi, and all others alike. A victim himself, he will never stand for victimization of others, and will kill with a vengeance at what he perceives as the slightest of slights against freedom and life.
SHIP:
Refurbished Sith Infiltrator Harrow
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLE-PLAYS:
I'll go get them if required, but I know there are people here who can vouch for my rank.