Noct
Character
⫷ Noct ⫸
"Shadows guide me"
"Shadows guide me"
BASIC INFORMATION
- Name: Noct
- Alias: Just Noct.
- Age: Mid 20s
- Species: Human
- Gender: Male
- Height & Build: 6'1
- Affiliation: Wanderer
- Occupation: "Medium"
- Force Sensitive: Yes
APPEARANCE
Noct has inky black hair that falls in loose, shadowed strands across his brow, rarely styled and never fussed over. His sharp, silver-grey eyes hold a quiet intensity, watchful and unreadable beneath a composed expression Tall and lean, his build is athletic without excess, strength carried in restraint rather than bulk. There's a subtle tension to the way he stands, like a predator at rest. He favors dark, practical layers, fitted tunics, high collars, dark jackets, gloves worn thin with use. Nothing about him is ornamental. The blacks and greys he wears feel less like clothing and more like an extension of the shadowed presence he carries.
EQUIPMENT
- Weapons: Daggers, hold-out blaster, bones?
- Gear: N/A
- Ship/Transport: N/A
STRENGTHS
- Skilled with "The Dead"
- Skilled fighter, adaptable in various situations
- Resourceful
WEAKNESSES
- Loner problem
- Haunted by the Dead
- Not settled down
BIOGRAPHY
Noct has offered many explanations for where he came from. To some, he was the last son of a minor Imperial family that quietly erased his name from their records. To others, he grew up feral in the underlevels of Coruscant, surviving on instinct and sharp instincts alone. Occasionally, he claims he was trained in a forgotten enclave that no longer exists, its ashes scattered, its masters dead, with him being the only survivor
The truth shifts depending on his mood.
What remains consistent is this. He does not belong anywhere for long. Home, to Noct, is simply wherever the stars blur past a viewport. He spent the better part of his life orbiting Coruscant's endless skyline, watching it rebuild and fracture in equal measure as conflicts carved new scars into its surface. Eventually, even that world felt too crowded with ghosts. Since then, he has moved with quiet purpose, taking work where it suits him, disappearing when it does not. Now his path has led him into unfamiliar territory, a place that neither needs nor entirely welcomes a man like him. Still, Noct has never required permission to remain.
"Silence has plenty to say. If you only listen"