Jayce Vitulas
Balance Keeper
Xavier Zarbel
"Not all nightmares, are cloaked in darkness."
FACTION: One Sith
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Vahla
AGE: 30
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6’5
WEIGHT: 196lbs
EYES: Hazel Green
SKIN: Umber
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
Resourceful- Rules exist for a reason. But when rules and tradition hold back progress, a truly resourceful individual decides that progress wins. There's a reason why we say that some things require "creative destruction." So, cultivate an attitude that says you're out to accomplish things, not just go along with how things have always been done.
Disciplined- Years of training have made Xavier’s mind an instrument of destruction. When the journey involves climbing large scale mountains, swimming miles of water or even taking on a squad of Jedi, his mind doesn’t falter. He waits. He obeys the creed of the Sith. Things will eventually break in time; however, he will not be the first one to do so.
WEAKNESSES:
Strict- Xavier is very shrewd. Either get something done or get out of the way. He believes that anyone who follows him into battle, should be able to pull their own weight. If you are a burden or endanger the mission, you will get left behind.
Moody- Explosive emotions are a sign of someone who has a strong connection to the darkside. Xavier has bursts of rage when the battle gets too intense. He embraces anger, his hate and his fear that a soldier will fail him when he needs him most. His rage is unrelenting if you cross him the wrong was.
APPEARANCE:
Xavier is not like your average Sith. He wears a white buttoned coat that stretches down to his knees, a pair of black leather gloves, and white boots wrapped in black straps. He also dawns one white shoulder plate on his right shoulder and one silver shoulder plate that has a black strap that wraps around his torso. A black leather belt with three grey equipment bags, one on each side of his body and one that rest above his rear. Finally, he wears a gas mask that helps ventilate poisons, smoke and different planet’s atmospheres.
Weapons: A pair of Blood Orange Lightsabers. Xavier partakes in dual wielded combat but the sabers are designed to connect at the pommel to create a double bladed saber. An assortment of smoke, flash and thermal grenades.
BIOGRAPHY:
Xavier Zarbel was a small boy when his powers first developed. All Vahlans were Force-sensitive, and whether aware or not, had ties to the darkside of the Force. Finding his home planet was a lifetime goal for his people. They searched the galaxy for centuries, looking for something to lead them back to where it all began.
When Xavier turned eight, his powers were strong with the darkside. He embraced it and never let the light claw its way in. It was comforting to know he could let his emotions run wild. His passion was killing, nothing would change that. Acquiring the taste for blood when he was just thirteen years old. When Xavier reached the age of fifteen, he joined a band of pirates. Relishing in the splendors of war, he soon became interested in the ways of assassination. Making poisons, learning to throw knives and being able to move among the shadows. It was fuel to becoming a powerful Sith warrior. It was his dream to become the deadliest man alive.
During the time of his 23rd birthday, Xavier began to notice certain things. Sith predominately wore black robes or black leather outfits and had crimson red lightsabers. He thought to himself on many things the Sith used to intimidate their foes. Lets bend the rules.
In the his pirate family's war room, he began to look for materials on a new outfit.
Metal shoulder plates.
A long snow white coat.
Black leather gloves.
White boots that were wrapped with black straps.
The attire he crafted was looking marvelous to him. Something was missing however. He looked around the small chamber to see if there was anything that would tie this all together. His eyes landed on a metallic gas mask. It looked ominous. Xavier put the helm on his head. "Well this fits perfectly!" A robotic voice filled the air. Xavier looked around the room to see if someone walked in on him. "Wait. That's.... Me?" The mechanical sound echoed the words. The man took the helmet from his head and glared at it. Oh you are an amazing find. He sat at the crafting table that sat near the far side of the room. Sounds of grinding and drills filled the atmosphere. Xavier was a master at creation. With a metal chest guard, bolts and some wire, the plate would attach to his new mask. He began to assemble the outfit. At the end, he put on his mask. Twisting slightly to the left, then the right, clicking noises began in repetition. One. Two. Three. The headgear locked into place but still gave his neck the movement it needed. It was like he wasn't even wearing it.
Xavier walked onto the deck of the pirate ship. The gang gasped at the sight. It worked.
"What in the nine rings of Hell is all this?" The captain was frightened.
Smiling under the mask at the fear he brought. "It is me Captain. Xavier" The mechanized voice vibrated in the pirate's ears.
"Well take that darn thing off. Are you insane?"
The ghostly figure looked at the captain. Silent. Then finally, after five long seconds, he spoke.
"Captain. Do you still have those lightsabers you stole from that Jedi?"
"Uh, well. Yeah? They're right here." The captain signaled his men to bring him the sabers. They sat in a large wooden chest, laying on top of silk cloth. "Why do you ask?"
The grim looking mask gazed at the sabers, then the captain. "Thank you for all your services. Unfortunately, they are no longer required."
Xavier extended his hand and the sabers flew towards him. Force jumping, he spun around the captain and landed behind him. The captain turned around. Vroom. He grunted. The blood orange lightsaber sliced right through his lower torso. His upper half fell behind his body.
"Next." The eerie voice spoke, hiding the real emotion underneath. Xavier had a toothy grin, that lead to a huge smile. His eyes widened. One by one, the crew fell. The mechanical voice laughing.
The pirate family he knew and plundered with, was gone. That was exhilarating!
Xavier Zarbel, had released the wraith of darkside.
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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