Xever Ren
Character
NAME: Xever Ren
RANK: Knight
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 16
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'5 ft
WEIGHT: 120 lb
HAIR: Snow-White
SKIN: Chalk-White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Knight: The Knights of Ren might have saved him from the rock planet, but that alone didn't mean they'd accept him into their order. Not only did he have to show he had the mental fortitude to properly live their code but he had to raise his physical capabilities to be on their level.
+ Resilient: Xever grew up on a harsh and isolated planet with no more than a handful of other people around him. This caused him to become extremely resourceful and resilient in the face of great odds. His time there has put a will to survive in him that is hardly seen among acolytes or padawan his same age.
- Not trusting: Other than the knights of Ren, Xev has trouble trusting anyone. Undoubtedly it stems from his time on the rock planet, but it's unsure weather or not it's because of the mistrust the adults showed or because they trusted him too much and he turned on them.
- Mindless soldier syndrome: In a way, Xev's life and thoughts are not his own. The debt he feels is owed to the Knights of Ren goes far beyond himself and, although it could even mean his own certain death, would follow any order handed down to him.
APPEARANCE:
Xev's pale complexion is a result of living on an unknown planet far from a sun where they were lucky to get in even 4 hours of daylight per standard day. His white hair, more solid a color than his skin, was genetically passed down to him from his parents. Still in his youth, and hopefully yet to hit his growth streak, he stands at an average five foot five and has a medium build with lean muscle. His limited wardrobe is full of dark clothes and very humble pieces. At home, they're like that of a student but with a black blindfold to cover his empty eye sockets. In battle it's a bit more luxurious. As a Knight of Ren, he knows what a terrifying presence can do to an opponent and wears armor that plays into it, including a faceless helmet with beautiful but morbid artistry covering it.
BIOGRAPHY:
Xever Ren was born under amber skies during the orbital bombardment of Segmund VII. His parents, who he'd never meet, we're both lost during the fighting but made sure their newborn made it off world. To add to his misfortune, the ship he was aboard never made it to it's real destination. Instead, it crash landed on a desolate planet covered in rock and minerals. The handful of survivors of the ship, thinking they were alone on a isolated planet in the outer rim, were forced to start a new and create their own little town from the wreckage. It was a mixed bag of refugees and soldiers, all with varying political views and backgrounds. A group like that was bound to face internal conflict but they made it work because they were all they had, or, at least they thought so.
Xev, going by his birth name "Pel" at the time, had a much different view on their new home world. As a Miralukan he saw through the force and ever since he could remember, knew they were not alone. There was a dark humanoid figure, hard to make shape of, that would seemingly always hang around their camp. Xev was disturbed by the very sight of it, something in the air always felt off when it was around. He tried to bring it to the attention of those around him but since they had no latent force ability, everyone brushed it off as the imagination of a lonely child. Already isolated, having no adult trust in him only made Xev withdraw further from the crowd, allowing the dark force that was present to slowly move in.
There came a time where he no longer feared the the ghost like figure, which he now called his 'Shadow', and could even hear it whispering to him in the silentest moments of the night. It talked mostly of leaving the planet, giving him sweet promises how it would one day lead him to his real home and family among the stars. The little boy needed to hear that. In such a hopeless and dark life, the idea of one day leaving it all behind gave him the spark he needed to face each day. But even that hope he had eventually turned to pain in the harsh conditions of the rock planet.
The talking alone became not enough for Xever and he started to urge the shadow to make good on it's promise. He was warned then it would come at a great cost but he refused to let that stop him. So late one night, the shadow revealed to him what he needed to do. He was told in the coming days there would be a ship but would not stop unless a beacon was sent out to them. This particular beacon would not be one of metal and electricity but a ripple sent through the force. It would be a simple task but still take form in a great sacrifice. All he had to do was kill the people who had crashed down on the planet with him.
The very next night, the shadow led him to a sharp rock and pointed him in the direction of the tents. Xev made his way into each one, doing his best to make each kill was as silent and painless as possible. It didn't take that long and all was said and done, he was soaked in the blood of the people that saved him from Segmund and helped raise him ever since. However he felt about them growing up, they were all he had. Now all he had was his shadow's promise and if that didn't come through he would be truly alone.
A few short days later and Xev's every dream came true. A ship, almost as dark and mysterious as his friend the shadow, landed down right in his makeshift village. He'll never forget the sound of the ramp descending or the intimidatingly armored persons who walked down. As if they had been sent from across the galaxy, they took only a brief moment to inspect him before extending a hand to the blood stained boy. "Come" came a voice heavily modified by a voculator, "We are the Knights of Ren."
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FACTION: Knights of RenRANK: Knight
SPECIES: Miraluka
AGE: 16
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'5 ft
WEIGHT: 120 lb
HAIR: Snow-White
SKIN: Chalk-White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Knight: The Knights of Ren might have saved him from the rock planet, but that alone didn't mean they'd accept him into their order. Not only did he have to show he had the mental fortitude to properly live their code but he had to raise his physical capabilities to be on their level.
+ Resilient: Xever grew up on a harsh and isolated planet with no more than a handful of other people around him. This caused him to become extremely resourceful and resilient in the face of great odds. His time there has put a will to survive in him that is hardly seen among acolytes or padawan his same age.
- Not trusting: Other than the knights of Ren, Xev has trouble trusting anyone. Undoubtedly it stems from his time on the rock planet, but it's unsure weather or not it's because of the mistrust the adults showed or because they trusted him too much and he turned on them.
- Mindless soldier syndrome: In a way, Xev's life and thoughts are not his own. The debt he feels is owed to the Knights of Ren goes far beyond himself and, although it could even mean his own certain death, would follow any order handed down to him.
APPEARANCE:
Xev's pale complexion is a result of living on an unknown planet far from a sun where they were lucky to get in even 4 hours of daylight per standard day. His white hair, more solid a color than his skin, was genetically passed down to him from his parents. Still in his youth, and hopefully yet to hit his growth streak, he stands at an average five foot five and has a medium build with lean muscle. His limited wardrobe is full of dark clothes and very humble pieces. At home, they're like that of a student but with a black blindfold to cover his empty eye sockets. In battle it's a bit more luxurious. As a Knight of Ren, he knows what a terrifying presence can do to an opponent and wears armor that plays into it, including a faceless helmet with beautiful but morbid artistry covering it.
BIOGRAPHY:
Xever Ren was born under amber skies during the orbital bombardment of Segmund VII. His parents, who he'd never meet, we're both lost during the fighting but made sure their newborn made it off world. To add to his misfortune, the ship he was aboard never made it to it's real destination. Instead, it crash landed on a desolate planet covered in rock and minerals. The handful of survivors of the ship, thinking they were alone on a isolated planet in the outer rim, were forced to start a new and create their own little town from the wreckage. It was a mixed bag of refugees and soldiers, all with varying political views and backgrounds. A group like that was bound to face internal conflict but they made it work because they were all they had, or, at least they thought so.
Xev, going by his birth name "Pel" at the time, had a much different view on their new home world. As a Miralukan he saw through the force and ever since he could remember, knew they were not alone. There was a dark humanoid figure, hard to make shape of, that would seemingly always hang around their camp. Xev was disturbed by the very sight of it, something in the air always felt off when it was around. He tried to bring it to the attention of those around him but since they had no latent force ability, everyone brushed it off as the imagination of a lonely child. Already isolated, having no adult trust in him only made Xev withdraw further from the crowd, allowing the dark force that was present to slowly move in.
There came a time where he no longer feared the the ghost like figure, which he now called his 'Shadow', and could even hear it whispering to him in the silentest moments of the night. It talked mostly of leaving the planet, giving him sweet promises how it would one day lead him to his real home and family among the stars. The little boy needed to hear that. In such a hopeless and dark life, the idea of one day leaving it all behind gave him the spark he needed to face each day. But even that hope he had eventually turned to pain in the harsh conditions of the rock planet.
The talking alone became not enough for Xever and he started to urge the shadow to make good on it's promise. He was warned then it would come at a great cost but he refused to let that stop him. So late one night, the shadow revealed to him what he needed to do. He was told in the coming days there would be a ship but would not stop unless a beacon was sent out to them. This particular beacon would not be one of metal and electricity but a ripple sent through the force. It would be a simple task but still take form in a great sacrifice. All he had to do was kill the people who had crashed down on the planet with him.
The very next night, the shadow led him to a sharp rock and pointed him in the direction of the tents. Xev made his way into each one, doing his best to make each kill was as silent and painless as possible. It didn't take that long and all was said and done, he was soaked in the blood of the people that saved him from Segmund and helped raise him ever since. However he felt about them growing up, they were all he had. Now all he had was his shadow's promise and if that didn't come through he would be truly alone.
A few short days later and Xev's every dream came true. A ship, almost as dark and mysterious as his friend the shadow, landed down right in his makeshift village. He'll never forget the sound of the ramp descending or the intimidatingly armored persons who walked down. As if they had been sent from across the galaxy, they took only a brief moment to inspect him before extending a hand to the blood stained boy. "Come" came a voice heavily modified by a voculator, "We are the Knights of Ren."
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