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Name:: Nod Zaam
Known As:: Nod the Sellsword
Age:: 39
Height:: 1.94 Meters
Weight:: 105 Kilograms
Eye Color:: Silver
Skin Color:: Light Brown
Species:: Kel Dor
Languages:: Kel Dor, Huttese, Rodian, Basic
Homeworld:: Dorin
Birthplace:: Dor'shan
Force User:: Yes
Faction:: The Order of the Sacred Lotus
Affiliation:: Jedi
Rank:: Padawan
Status:: Active
Reputation:: Sellsword
Strengths::
Resolute - Nothing can rival his will, no amount of adversity can conquer his determination. Nod stands as a pillar of the long lost lore of what an Ancient Jedi should, and would have been.
Incorruptible - His Faith in the path of the Jedi is persistent, upright. He does not question the Will of the Light Side, he does not fathom a Galaxy without loyalty and conviction.
Swordsman - Nod has dedicated his life to Peace and the Defense of the Innocent. There is not a single day that passes that he does not practice with the Tool that helps him accomplish this means.
Mixed::
Steadfast - Loyal to the Cause, Immobile from his Conviction, Dogged in spreading Hope, Inflexible with his Code. Nod is both blessed and cursed in his position. While it may make him strong on the field, a dependable fixture for the Light to shine from. He is also ruthlessly stubborn, things are black or white. There is next to no room for anything to fall between, in the mind of this Kel Dor.
Weaknesses::
Black is black, White is white - Though it is a trait that both can be considered good and bad; for Nod, those, quite literally, are the only two options. You are either a Jedi or a Dark Sider. If you lash out against what the Kel Dor perceives as Honest and Right. He views himself only as your enemy. No matter the reason, no matter the circumstance. He does not bend, or weaken in this regard.
Solitary Study - It is a vulnerability. At 39 years of age, Galactic Standard, he has mostly received all of his tutoring, all of his training, by the strength and determination of his own hands and mind. This has made him strong, but also is frail lapse in a greater understanding of deeper mechanics and more powerful abilities.
Baron of Basics - Given his hermit-like nature, as noted above, Nod Zaam has only managed to learn the central utilities. Force Push, Force Speed, Force Strength are the only abilities this Kel Dor has learned.
History::
Thirty-Nine years ago, the Galaxy shine with the fearsome glare of a flame and war. Nightmares of ghoulish architecture were fabricated clear across the Disc and back again. Death so fathomless the entire scaffolding with which this vessel, so teeming with life, stood on the cusp of ruination. With violence and hate, all were drowning.
Dor'shan, a beautiful Kel Dor boy gasped his first gulp of Helium and Dorin Gas. His name was Nod.
Given life from the family of Zaam, which roughly translates to Unyielding in Basic tongue, it seemed as if Destiny demanded this boy, whom would grow in squalor and survive by meager means, clutch the spark of sentience. A purpose, a reason. From his earliest days he regarded all things with a penchant for bravery, respect, and righteous virtue.
In those dark days, there were no lists nor visits from the robed Magicians of legends past. There was little to no distinguish or means for a child, sensitive to the suppositions Force, to be gathered at tender age and fed from the breast of those sagacious few. They were left alone to face the dark, as all beings were.
The Kel Dor, however, were not entirely unwise in regard to the learning's of those Ancient Orders. The Baran Do still yet reside, standing vigil, drinking from the fountain of their World's energy, so that they may perceive it's dangers, and warn of her destructive peril. These Sages were loved and honored, revered and treasured.
But, despite the silver hue, of his blackened eyes. Nod not once had ever foresaw himself conforming to this role. Though he felt pride and appreciation for the prodigious efforts the Baran Do supplied in the defense and prognosticating of Dorin's bloodthirsty weather patterns. There were greater evils afoot. The Galaxy was bleeding, it's wounds were so, so, many.
In the shadows of the Jedi Enclave, Nod Zaam took to study, much of the literature, even more of the Holo-Files and Data Discs had all found themselves destroyed boundless years far prior. But there yet remained some, paltry fragments of wisdom and learning. The young Zaam, acquired what he could, cultivated what he was able.
From his earliest days he'd felt this call. As soon as his limbs were strong and capable, did he make the journey and adventures to the Enclave. Years stacked atop each other higher and higher. His lesson plans, not fully intact, but thorough enough to conjure the very bare and basic essentials. For what he lacked in a disciplined tutoring, he supplicate with thoughtful study and heavy improvisation.
A sparse few Force Powers, three-quarters of the Soresu Movements and Theory.
Nod made them work. Through war and battle has Nod been tested, yet still, does the Kel Dor survive. Carving out a name for himself as a dominant, honorable Sellsword, whose only price is the protection of the weak, and safety of all innocence.
Unhappy with the current field of Jedi Orders, the devout protector has found himself on the ground level of a new breed. The Order of the Sacred Lotus. Though his stout adherence to the Ancient Codes, and his unorthodox portrayal of shield and sword, often leave Nod at odds with his peers. The Kel Dor continues to improve, grow, and peddle his bravery for every faultless victim in this Galaxy of Chaos.