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Xavier Vi'dreya

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NAME: Xavier Vi'dreya
FACTION: None
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Umbaran
AGE: 17 Standard Years
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 125lbs
EYES:
Icy Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: Deathly Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes; Bogan

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Eyesight; Xavier's eyesight far surpasses that of most species' due to his Umbaran heritage, allowing him to see in vary degrees of light, darkness and UV, even penetrating visual hindrances such as fog and synthetic products
+ Telepathy; Xavier, like his twin sister, is naturally gifted with the art of Telepathy, being more susceptible towards it due to his Umbaran heritage and upbringing.
+ Force Manipulation; Xavier, once again like his sister, is naturally gifted in the art of Manipulation through the Force due to his Umbaran heritage and upbringing, and is used in conjunction with the aforementioned Telepathy
+ Nimble; Xavier is quick and has a smaller form which he uses to his advantage, he has the potential to be a skilled combatant in close quarters, emphasis on potential
+ Quick Hands; Having to steal to survive on Taris gave Xavier some practice in the art of borrowing without consent, in fact he became rather good at it, as age came he has slowly begun to learn how to use this in engagements
+Leader; Through manipulation as well as his own tactical ability, he has become a talented commander
+Adaptable; His forays in the outer rim, while unsuccessful did give the young commander insight on the importance of being adaptable, which lead to the near takeover of a small colony before private militia arrived and overwhelmed his forces
- Hyper-Sensitive Eyesight; Xavier's heritage is both a blessing and a burden, his sensitive eyesight leading him to suffer should he be exposed to sudden blinding lights in an almost photosensitive epileptic manner
- Paranoia; Having been raised amidst deceitful individuals Xavier is both paranoid and untrusting of others, which could hinder her socially
-Distant; When alone time is 95% of your day for ten years, you'd be the same way
- Arrogant; While his self teaching has taught him much, it hasn't taught him how to apply what he's learned effectively, not that he'll acknowledge that
-Insane; Completely and utterly psychotic
BIOGRAPHY:
Xavier was born within the middle caste of Umbara, neither rich or poor, influential nor unimportant. However, that's not to say he had an easy life. At birth the young Umbaran was taken from his parents and put into foster care, on account of his mother's mental state. Demia had already lost one daughter, who had run away, had faced a tough life with her husband, who had himself lost a daughter, and deemed sick of mind. Having Xavier and Nina, twins, was the last straw, and two days later Demia was admitted into an observational unit leaving Nina and Xavier in the hands of the Social system. His foster family were not as kind as those who brought up his sister. Days after taking in Xavier, the family fled Umbara, on criminal charges.
Xavier would grow up on Taris, being forced to steal to survive, as his family refused to feed him, using him as means to an end. After all, who wouldn't give a few credits to a starving little toddler? One day, at age three, he made a grave mistake, he asked his foster father for food. The response was a bottle of Corellian Ale being slammed arose his face, the shattering of the glass cut deep into his skin, scarring him. Crying the little Umbaran fled into the streets, managing to crawl aboard a transport, heading for none other than the planet Bastion.
For years he lived with Kära and Thyrian, happily oblivious to the cruel reality of what he was being trained to do, but then Ashborn died. Xavier was left alone, his only other friend, TK-4242, a Fett clone and Stormtrooper was called away to defend Korriban where he perished. Though the events were a while apart, each impacted him deeply.
Without friends he clamped up, studying for hours, teaching himself what he could about everything he could. One man however sparked his interest, his step-father Darth Arcis, he modeled himself after the man, learning tactics and strategy and spending countless hours learning to forge and countless more forging a mask, one that reflected what he was becoming; an emotionless shell of a being, hellbent on order. Then, one day an all to familiar titan came knocking on his door, and finally it was time for him to train.
After some training, the boy decided to assist his half brother, Isley Verd by joining the Templar Order of the CIS and beginning to serve. In addition to this he ventured with his sister, Thyrian, and her various apprentices to a mysterious world where he was gifted a small, infant dragon which he named 'Strix'.
Soon this would all end. Kara seemingly disappeared, Thyrian was nowhere to be found, and Isley seemingly vanished. He found himself without family, friends, or guidance, so he set out to do something else. Among the stars he tested his skills, far in the fringes of the known galaxy the boy would go, arriving on small colonies and cutting down crime, starting with street thugs and working his way up, then things turned. Using the following he would acquire from his deeds, he then turned on local governments, throwing whatever world he was on into turmoil. Always, despite his tactical ability, he would eventually be overwhelmed by his foes, and then he would retreat to another world and start over.
Then, something in Xavier snapped. He boarded a cargo vessel, meant to bring supplies to the next world he would take a swing at, and cut lose. Something in the period of time between his last attempt and this one had changed the boy, he'd gone from calm and collected to absolutely rabid. He cut down the entire crew without exception, no mercy, no remorse. He made no effort on the colony, and left the ship. He'd done it all for no gain, simply because he could.
In actuality during his last escapade, he'd grown exceptionally close to one of his supporters, a girl. And just as their uprising seemed to be succeeding, a small army arrived, air support, tanks, soldiers and all. The uprising was crushed, the girl surviving, but her family and friends did not. Try as he might he could not console her, she rejected his affections, pointed the blame to him, and rightfully so. The guilt weighed heavy on his mind, suddenly every life he'd led to its end came to haunt him, and the pressure snapped the teen's psyche. His massacre had been an attempt at revenge, the commander of the militia called in had a brother aboard the ship, so he slaughtered the ship. He would do the same, over and over, catching family and friends of the militia and ending them along with anyone who was within a half-kilometer.
Somehow, in his mind, these were acts of justice. And he planned to keep delivering.


SHIP:
N.A
KILLS:
N.A

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N.A

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