Retelii Feverun
Dark Healer
Name| Retelii_Feverun
Alias(es)| Unkown
Title(s)| Unkown
Age| 23
Affiliation(s)| First_Order
Rank| Unknown
Height| 5' 11"
Weight| 134lbs
Eye Colour| White
Skin Colour| White
Sex| Male
Race| Rattataki
Homeworld| Rattatak
Force_Sensitive| Yes
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✓ | Affinity to Healing/Dark Healing abilities. From a young age, Retelii's parents noticed the fact that when he was cut or hurt. His injuries would heal themselves particularly faster than any other children. A cut vanishing within an hour.
✓ | Intelligent. When he played with his friends, back on Rattatak usually play-fighting he would outsmart the other children, leading them into traps and generally causing them harm through the use of his brain.
✓ | Manipulative. He is known to use people, to get what he wants. Generally thinking about himself, rather than others. However, he tends to use his healing abilities onto others whom he believes deserve them.
✓ | Strong in the force. The Rattataki is known to prefer to use the force, than a lightsaber when put into combat situations, thus spending most of his time practicing and advancing his abilities.
✘ | Difficult to befriend. He is constantly skeptical of everyone around, fearing letting anyone in. He is wary of society as a whole.
✘ | Socially awkward. When around people, he is shy and usually not the type to speak up. Although, when trying to get his own way, he would go to hell's end to get what he wants.
✘ | Values himself above others. When put into a situation, where he could save himself, and leave the others behind, knowingly a coward.
✘ | Not quite the swordsman. His lightsaber skills, are mediocre at best. Resorting to his force abilities, to defend himself with.
From being around his species homeworld for the early part of his life, he has taken away countless martial arts and hand to hand combat from being there. Due to his specie's violent tendencies, he has had to defend himself countless times from people around him.
He is known to be strong in the force, studying it ever since he figured out himself that he was indeed force sensitive, focusing on healing abilities and alike. Towards the end of his teenage years, he began to sway towards the dark side as he would use his abilities to steal and hurt others; only those who he saw deserved it.
Once discovered by the Sith, he then began learning as an acolyte basic lightsaber combat, though falling behind with other acolytes, he still managed to bend the battle to his side with the use of the force, one way or another. He has learnt the basic form of Shii-Cho so far, and continues to begin to learn forms which peak his interest such as: Ataru and Vaapad.
His personal interest, is tracking down holocrons and datacrons across the galaxy and adding them to his personal collection. Each time, gaining experience in tracking them down, thus improving his tracking skills.
Act One | The beginning.
Born into a family of Gladiators, the Feverun family was known to bring up conquerors and warriors. However, Retelii was different. His mother noticed this, the moment he was born, picking him out from the other siblings. Growing up, he would appear to favor knowledge more than brawn. He would sit and read all day, while his brothers went out and play-fought, they would pressure him into fighting alongside them sometimes, however it would seem as his reactions were alot faster than the others, him catching all of their strikes, unable to beat him. Though, he wouldn't attack until he had the chance, to takedown all of the other boys at the same time.
He didn't have any friends, until he was around eleven, when he met a girl. She had already received her markings but, Retelii hadn't. They bonded and grew close. Her name was Zylaa. One winter's evening, the two went out by the old rock, near the old rundown medical facility in the near by town. Traversing through the complex, they would laugh and giggle before a loud snap would be heard and the floor beneath Zylaa fell through, causing her to plummet down multiple floors until smashing her corpse off the hard ground.
Retelii made his way down, faster than he had ever moved in his entire life, climbing down the broken buildings cracks, before he would kneel over his only friend's body, he could sense her life force fading. Something he had not felt before. An instinct kicked in, and he would place his hand over her head. A dark purple surge shooting out of his hand and into her head, he had performed a force ability on which saved her from death, though leaving her crippled for the rest of her life. He had saved this girl. He had opened his eyes, to what he really was.
Upon Zylaa telling her parents, of what happened and how she only remembers waking up. They knew that she should have died, and that this was... unexplainable.
Years later, the town hosted an event which would happen every year, selecting two sixteen year old's to battle in the arena, for the town to see. The champion of the town, would select the two names from the random selection of names, entered into a small box. The first name was read out. "Makillius Ghun", the largest boy in the town. Staggeringly over six feet, and arms the size of men's heads. Whoever would face him, would meet their demise.
The second name was called out after a long few minutes of cheering for the selected contestant. The champion, looked at the piece of paper with the second name on it for a few seconds before laughing uncontrollably. "Rete- Haha, Retelii Feverus." The town stood silent, before Retelii's mother began to weep. "Can the contestants, please make their way to the stand." He rang out, before they both made their way through the crowd, Makillius clearly having a stronger response from the towns people.
As they both stood up on the stand, Makillius towering over Ferelii, it would seem it was clear who was going to win in this test of honour and strength.
A week had past, and the two had finished their preparation for the event. While Makillius had been beating the pulp out his punching bag, Ferelii had sat reading away on his books. The time had come for the battle, and the stadium was packed with the towns people, along with people from outside of the town who had come to watch. The two stood in the middle of the sands, eyeing each other.
"I am goin' to crush you, Maggot!" Shouted Makillius, and the crowd roaring afterwards. Him seemingly thinking he was going to intimidate Ferelii before the smaller Rattataki would simply nod in reply. Circling each other for a few seconds, waiting for the bell to ring to signal for them to begin. A moment before the bell rang, Ferelii spoke in a soft tone. "You can't win this fight, meatbag." Before springing to life, as the ever pounding bell rang. The larger teenager, would spin his weapon towards Ferelii while, in return he would simply jump over the attack spinning through the air.
Ferelli held a large stick, as if it were a staff. Before he would use his speed to his advantage and run around the back of the taller Rattataki. Lowering a hand pointing it towards his ankles, before doing a motion as if pulling at them. A natural act of telekinesis, would pull the figure onto his front chest, and allow Ferelii to leap onto him and crush his skull, with the underside of his boot. Although, the aim of the event was to 'defeat' your opponent, their was not a rule against 'killing' them.
He didn't stop. He brutally murdered him, crushing his skull with his foot, blood bursting across the sand. The spectator's completely silenced, as the Rattataki would then walk out of the arena, on his lonesome. Still holding the wooden staff, with his right hand. He would be stopped by an echoing voice. "Stop there, child." Seemingly coming from within his mind.