Venthis Zambrano
Graveyard Shift
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Vexxu.Nadon
Ithorian
Exiled
The Sith Order
Acolyte
Seventeen
7'0"
347lbs
Force-Sensitive
Dark Side
//If located on the planet of Felucia, please report their whereabouts to the local government, thank you. That is all.//
Strengths and Weaknesses:+ Calculated
+ Persistent
+ Decisive
+ Strong in the force
+/- Wary of people
- Physically weak
- Hungry for power
- Unforgiving
Appearance:
The Ithorian, is of a tall stature and is tall than a large majority of the population. However, do not let this fool you. Underneath he is far from muscular and even labeled as malnourished. His skin is hard and rough, and a shade of tan to orange. His eyes, a deep black, if you were to look close enough a distinct swirling motion would be seen in the depths of them.
Vexxu, is usually seen wearing long dark robes, distinctly custom made for his species and more specifically himself from an unknown company. Along with this, the Ithorian usually leaves his feet and hands exposed as the skin of the feet of his species is hardened to withstand any environment excluding arctic, then a snow outfit would be worn.
Biography:
It was like any other day, though on the outskirts of Felucia, in hiding a family of Exiles were unknowing of what was about to come. The Nadon family was a long living line of Exiles originally from the planet of Ithor but have been swapping between Felucia and Borao ever since it was destroyed in the Yuuzhang Vong Wars. The family, lay around the bed, watching their mother carefully as she let out variously monotonous noises out of her two mouths, before he eyestalks drooped and she screamed. Several of hundreds of pupas had been born, and Vexxu was one of them. He remained in his metamorphosized state, before he molted and his aural flap dissipated. He had grown into a young Ithorian.
From this the Ithorian began to grow, learning about his families past. His ancestors and how they came to become exiles, but something made Vexxu stand out from the rest of his family. They all settled with what they had, but he wanted more... so much more. He began raiding the near by towns on his lonesome, stealing food... money and most importantly weapons from the age of ten. It didn't go unnoticed before, the guards of the town had set a trap one night, waiting for the Ithorian to come for the food. As he approached he, could hear their breathing. As if it were a loudspeaker in his eyestalks, he knew something was up - the force made him aware. He made his way into the main supply building of the town, and took as much as he could stuffing it into his bag, before the guards rushed out to him attempting to apprehend him, but as they turned the corner. He was gone.
Years, passed. He continued to steal, when he needed to. His family continued to constantly warn him, of what would happen if he didn't stop - but of course he didn't listen to them. He was the one in charge. He had the power. Again, making another successful run into the town but on the way home, he noticed flashing lights at his families outpost. Hundreds of guards, military men. They had arrested his entire family. Enraged by this, he stormed back into the town, smashing everything in sight. Glasses, windows at one point taking a chair and throwing it at a lady. He was furious.
As he shed chaos in the town, a man appeared in the shadows beckoning him to follow him, in to them. Suspicious, and... careless as he had lost nearly everything. He followed.
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