Pheroth Lisenthri (WIP)

[Pheroth Lisenthrîl]

Name: Pheroth Lisenthri

Race: Human

Force Sensitive: Yes

Faction: TBD

Rank: Apprentice

Age: 27

Height: 6'0”

Weight: 178 lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Introduction: Pheroth is smug. A very cocky attitude but knows when to check his respect. His speech generally is straight to the point and he doesn't waste time. He is efficient, ruthless, and very calm about everything he does. His hair is also very important to him.

Equipment:
TBD

Relations:
TBD

 

[Pheroth Lisenthrîl]

Pheroth: The ever growing silence​

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Chapter one:

Even as a kid, Pheroth was never one to speak too much. He was a wall flower. An outcast. Never appreciated by his friends. If he could call them that, that is. Life began in a very dull way for Pheroth. The people that he called his parents were only ever there to provide food and any other absolute necessity that human children would require. But aside from that they were never around often.

The father of young Pheroth was a businessman, always maintaining business and negotiating. He was the pinnacle of capitalism. And as for Pheroth's mom, she kept busy running around a dinner as a waitress. Pheroth often pondered why his father had chosen someone as low as his mother to mate with. She was nothing extraordinary. A simple woman who worked a simple job. He, meanwhile was rich. He had been all of his life. Everything for Pheroth's father had always been lavish. He spared no expense.

This meant, by natural consequence that Pheroth was also fairly well off. An account was set up during the early part of Pheroth's life that his father transferred money into, though his son rarely did anything worth money. In fact, most of his days were spent reading or watching holocrons. He absorbed everything he could.

One of his primary interests were that of the Force, the Jedi, and the Sith. During the time in which he was studying these things, Pheroth was a generally level headed person and remained neutral on the debate of good and evil. Mainly because he had no need to pick a side. See, he simply sat and studied all day long. He didn't have the need to make choices. So that kept him out of the situations that caused one to choose whether their morals would be straight or...something else.

Pheroth once became convinced he was Force sensitive when he attempted to move a small figurine he had in his room. The figurine was one of the few survivors from when he was interested in those sorts of things as a kid. Starring at it, he willed it to move. By some stroke of luck, or actual Force ability, it nudged slightly forward. Excited by this, Pheroth jumped up and began to try and make it move once more. Despite his complete concentration, he was unable to make the figurine move again that day. Frustrated, he gave up. But only for that moment.

Chapter two:

Growing up more or less alone had some major affects on Pheroth's life. It caused him to have a bleaker outlook on life. And with little rules, Pheroth rarely attended any schooling. He decided that anything he needed to learn could be done from the safety of his house. But after studying for long enough he got bored of trying to experience the world from within a few walls. The late teen years were setting on before he decided to venture out more than just the bathroom.

The account that his father had been putting money into was nearly bursting. Everything he wanted could be bought. He went to a clothing store and purchased some clothes that were much better than what he had in his wardrobe. Fine leather seemed to be the fashion he liked the best. He bought a loose fitting black leather jacket with with white shoulder pads that made his form more full than it actually was. Clothes that would make him a little more adaptable to the world on the streets.

And the streets was exactly where he needed to be. Pheroth wanted to learn about the world first hand. Despite the fact that he had nearly unlimited amounts of money, he decided to hit the drug market. Drugs produced thousands upon thousands of credits. He wanted them. Though the hard part was getting into the business. in fact, many times he was beaten to a pulp for asking too many questions. Eventually he landed a spot being a runner. Running the drugs and grabbing the money in small dealing situations.

From there he worked his way up. Moving into managing certain areas of town. Becoming in charge of runners and some lieutenants, his world became a bit larger and harder to deal with. In order to protect his parents, he started renting a beat up apartment that housed him during his working days. Occasionally he took some time off and would disappear back to his own house with his parents.

Coincidentally, his parents hardly noticed his extended absences. It's not like it was unusual. Sometimes when he was living there he never even came out of his room when his parents came home. There was never a strong bond to them and he hardly cared to be honest. Pheroth enjoyed the independence though. The ability to do whatever he pleased...well, pleased him. No one was able to tell him how to live. And that ultimately is what took his life for the wrong turn.

Chapter three:

Pheroth kept becoming more and more powerful. He was book smart beyond anyone in the business and he quickly became street smart after he started dealing with the streets. The amount of money he started bringing in actually surpassed the amount that his father channeled into his account. And he saved nearly every dollar he could. Of course he had to repay his underlings and replenish his stocks. But eventually he had a full sized gang running. In fact, it was one of the largest gangs that were in his city. Their territory grew more and more each day. The young mastermind even had the police in his pocket. Pheroth was nearly untouchable.

One day, Pheroth remembered a day long ago in which he was experimenting with the Force. Knowing that there were these things called midichlorians that dictated whether or not someone was Force sensitive meant nothing to him. There was not really an easy way to detect them unless you had a good some of money. Not even the income from his father was enough to pay for a test. But after he became a crimelord, nothing was stopping him from testing his blood. So he did.

Pheroth had a very high midichlorian count in comparison to the human average. In fact, once he started training his mind, he was able to move small objects with focus. Every day, he devoted time to furthering his abilities within the Force. Using the Force was something that he figured required much more training and detail. So he set his second in command in charge of his gang, and took off to discover more.

 

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