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Character Vyse de Valorous

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NAME: Vyse de Valorous
FACTION: Confederacy of Independent Systems.
RANK: Knights Obsidian, Squire
HOME: Naboo
SEX: Male
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20
EYES: Ice Blue
HAIR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 175
BUILD: Athletic
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

REPUTATION:
A rarely seen Squire in the Knights Obsidian, having spent several months staying with a force order as part of his training, he was spared the cataclysm that befell the order and it's trauma's. Seemingly secluded with his master having vanished, he's almost an unknown. Even little is known of his past, seemingly the Squire intending to keep it that way.

APPEARANCE:
Tall with an Athletic build from his constant training. He stands tall with short wavy dark brown hair and piercing ice blue eyes. His features fine and seemingly aristocratic. Mostly dressing his in Squire attire.



STRENGTHS
Ambition: Ever since he joined the order and been granted a new life he has been fueled by it. This has led him to train vigorously and do every mission with a passion, intending to never give them a reason to dismiss him. His paranoia mattering little the results shown.

Athletic: After spending nearly the last decade working as part a cartel only to join a warrior order of force users Vyse has not lacked reasons to stay fit.

Calculating: Rarely without some form of plan. Weather it was battle, conversation, or simply dinner. The gears always turn in his head.


Diplomatic: From serving nobles to mobsters Vyse has refined his manners and speaking ability to a skillful level. Walking more akin to a diplomat then a warrior or knight.



WEAKNESSES
Anxiety: It grips the squire as he worries about failure and explosion, a self made worry dealt from his trauma at the Hutts. This fuels him as much as his ambition to be far beyond it. Leading to him caving to any who could threaten his position as he seeks to be rid of the past.

Greed: Power, wealth, glory the squire seeks it all. To fly like a burning star above his past he'll take whatever lead he can get till he's built a tower away from his former life.

Inexperienced:
Despite his constant training he lacks much actual battle experience . Nuances of a veteran are missed by him and such easily exploited.


BIOGRAPHY:
Vyse was born to a noble family on Serenno, growing up with all the luxuries and education of nobility. However, at the age of twelve his parents died in a suspicious pirate raid destroying their ship. His estate was assumed by his uncle until he was old enough, whom via means he could not understand at the time took it for himself and sent him far far away. Where he was dropped off on some back water world, Tatooine. Here he was condemned to fight for his survival survival. With almost no other prospects as he was left by himself, he ended up working for the Hutts as many on the world did. Regulated to crime for eight years as he rose slightly in the ranks due to a mix of skill and professionalism to be a trusted lieutenant. However this all changed with one chance meeting.

After surviving a battle he had been discovered as force sensitive, and was instructed to go seek the Knights Obsidian, though most importantly he was given a ride off world. Not that it mattered the pleasure yacht crashed, he soon arrived and his life transformed. No longer a despicable criminal he now saw himself a noble Squire. A new position he went to with vigor, heavily training. His master sent him to a Revenist Order to learn the basics of the force for several months. This likely saving him as his order befell it's worst massacre since it's founding, it seeing to the death of 90% of the order. Soon his master vanished as well and in the chaos he was left without one, training and studying endlessly the same retinue he was left before his mysterious departure. Lost in his training and rare deployment as his order remembered he existed, his isolation growing till he met his first taste of war. The Disaster of Rhand that he barely survived with mental scars. He only threw himself further into his training and isolation to get greater power to never be in such a situation again. Broken by a invitation by the witches of his order, a true break of his isolation that he direly needed. Such that he made time further for the few friends he made in the order. Such distance clearing his head and reducing his growing worry as he sought to permanently remove his worries.


CONTACTS:


SHIP:
Viceroy-class Star Yacht



ITEMS:
Lightsaber
Armor
Sidearm

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