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Character Vantis Saxon


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Vantis Saxon

BirthplaceConcordia
Age31
Personality TraitsReserved
Intelligent
Merciless
Brave
Loyal
Education TraitsMartial Commander
Lifestyle TraitsCommander
Duelist
Rank(s)N/A
Faction(s)N/A
SpeciesHuman
LanguagesGalactic Basic
GenderMale
Force SensitiveN/A
Character AlignmentChaotic Neutral
Height6'2
Weight250lbs


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    SUMMARY

    This is a Work in Progress

    Vantis Saxon was born during a turbulent chapter of Mandalorian history, when Clan Saxon still carried the burn scars of its past allegiances. The shadow of House Vizsla’s authority and old scars ran deep. From the moment he could stand, expectation was placed like armor upon his shoulders: he was not merely a warrior in the making, he was a Saxon, and that meant something heavier than iron.

    Most children learned to fight; Vantis was taught to rule. His earliest tutors were not warmasters but tacticians, political custodians, and old veterans who had outlived campaigns that textbooks called “failures” but Saxon elders quietly labeled as “unfinished victories.” He did not grow up on stories of glory; he grew up on stories of debt, of things owed to their banner by fate, of the unfinished business of legacy. Honor, he learned, was not inherited. It had to be reclaimed.

    Unlike some in the clan who clung to resentment for its own sake, Vantis came of age with a different clarity: power without vision was just another form of entropy. He trained relentlessly, not only to fight, but to understand why battles were won or lost, where pride became a blindfold, where ambition became collapse. Many in the clan saw in him not the fire of his ancestors, but the cold steel edge they had lacked.

    When he donned his first forged set of beskar, he chose not the gaudy crimson of the clan’s more combative scions, but muted iron and deep slate, the colors of memory and resolve. His creed was simple: a Saxon does not ask the galaxy to remember them; they give the galaxy no choice.

    Despite his reserved nature, he became known beyond the clan for two traits: his frightening tactical patience and his refusal to discard Mandalorian honor for convenience. He did not believe in spectacle, only inevitability. When he finally took to the battlefields beyond Mandalore, he built a reputation not from fury, but from inevitability: every fight he entered, he finished. Every enemy he marked, he reached. Not the loudest, only the last one standing.

    Yet there is a fracture beneath the discipline. Vantis carries the name of a house once feared, then despised, then dismissed. He knows that reciting the creed is not enough; someone must prove Saxon iron still rings true when struck. He does not seek thrones, nor crowns, nor empty oaths, but something rarer: a future where his clan’s name is no longer spoken with a smirk or a wince.

    To Vantis, legacy is not what is left behind; it is what is taken back.



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    FORM VI

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