Zhudain Axol
Character
Zhudain Axol
NAME: Zhudain Axol.
FACTION: The Sith Order.
RANK: Sith Lord.
SPECIES: Half Human-Half Dathomiri.
AGE: 47.
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: 2 Meters, 6'5 feet.
WEIGHT: 113 kg, 250 lbs.
EYES: Blind in his left eye, his right eye is yellow - tainted by decades of indulging in the Dark Side.
HAIR: Jet black.
SKIN: Red.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS:
Through Strength I Gain Power: Zhudain is a fierce and powerful warrior, drawing his strength from the Dark Side.
Sith Magics: Zhudain has studied the ways of the Dark Side, drinking deeply from the cups of power that it possesses.
WEAKNESSES:
COMPASSION: Zhudain feels a strong sense of compassion towards his son, and this could prove detrimental to him.
VINDICTIVE: Zhudain holds grudges, for friends and foes alike.
APPEARANCE:
Zhudain is a mountain of a man with piercing eyes, he wears a black hood and cloak trimmed in a deep crimson. Sith tattoos adorn his face, and his long hair is styled in two separate braids while his beard is well kept.
BIOGRAPHY:
Zhudain's memories have always been...clouded. He could never recall his childhood, or even some years after that. He never knew where he came from. His mother was a witch from Dathomir, and he had never known his father. His mother was skilled in forces he couldn't even begin to comprehend, yet he too had this ability; Even at a young age he showed incredible aptitude for the Dark Arts. Not only was he skillful in the ways of the Dark Side, but he had always been large as well, large and strong. His mother had been ostracized and shunned everywhere they had travelled and moved to, and he hated the ones who mistreated her.. he despised them, yet his mother taught him to temper and control his impulses; His anger, his rage..his fears.
He had awoken deep in the night, already hearing the screams.. they haunted him then. A night raid, by who or what he didn't know. His mother had ushered him outside, they were both a bundle of blankets and fear. All he could see was the sudden flash and the trace of red blaster fire, hearing the thud of plated boots.. followed by the snap as a red lightsaber blade illuminated the darkness.. It all seemed to happen at once. In an instant his mother had been cut down, and he himself stolen away into the dark. In an instant his entire life changed. He had never forgotten.
That night the Sith Order had attacked his home, or at least, what he had considered it at the time. He only found out later that locals had tipped off the authorities about a force sensitive boy who was strong in many ways, he didn't realize as a child they dwelled under Sith laws and customs. He was thrust into a world where only the strong and the cunning survived, and once he had been fearful.. but now he was the one to be feared. His entire purpose from that day forward was to never feel so powerless again.
EQUIPMENT:
Zhudain's Lightsaber
SHIP:
N/A.
KILLS:
N/A.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None as of yet
NAME: Zhudain Axol.
FACTION: The Sith Order.
RANK: Sith Lord.
SPECIES: Half Human-Half Dathomiri.
AGE: 47.
SEX: Male.
HEIGHT: 2 Meters, 6'5 feet.
WEIGHT: 113 kg, 250 lbs.
EYES: Blind in his left eye, his right eye is yellow - tainted by decades of indulging in the Dark Side.
HAIR: Jet black.
SKIN: Red.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS:
Through Strength I Gain Power: Zhudain is a fierce and powerful warrior, drawing his strength from the Dark Side.
Sith Magics: Zhudain has studied the ways of the Dark Side, drinking deeply from the cups of power that it possesses.
WEAKNESSES:
COMPASSION: Zhudain feels a strong sense of compassion towards his son, and this could prove detrimental to him.
VINDICTIVE: Zhudain holds grudges, for friends and foes alike.
APPEARANCE:
Zhudain is a mountain of a man with piercing eyes, he wears a black hood and cloak trimmed in a deep crimson. Sith tattoos adorn his face, and his long hair is styled in two separate braids while his beard is well kept.
BIOGRAPHY:
Zhudain's memories have always been...clouded. He could never recall his childhood, or even some years after that. He never knew where he came from. His mother was a witch from Dathomir, and he had never known his father. His mother was skilled in forces he couldn't even begin to comprehend, yet he too had this ability; Even at a young age he showed incredible aptitude for the Dark Arts. Not only was he skillful in the ways of the Dark Side, but he had always been large as well, large and strong. His mother had been ostracized and shunned everywhere they had travelled and moved to, and he hated the ones who mistreated her.. he despised them, yet his mother taught him to temper and control his impulses; His anger, his rage..his fears.
He had awoken deep in the night, already hearing the screams.. they haunted him then. A night raid, by who or what he didn't know. His mother had ushered him outside, they were both a bundle of blankets and fear. All he could see was the sudden flash and the trace of red blaster fire, hearing the thud of plated boots.. followed by the snap as a red lightsaber blade illuminated the darkness.. It all seemed to happen at once. In an instant his mother had been cut down, and he himself stolen away into the dark. In an instant his entire life changed. He had never forgotten.
That night the Sith Order had attacked his home, or at least, what he had considered it at the time. He only found out later that locals had tipped off the authorities about a force sensitive boy who was strong in many ways, he didn't realize as a child they dwelled under Sith laws and customs. He was thrust into a world where only the strong and the cunning survived, and once he had been fearful.. but now he was the one to be feared. His entire purpose from that day forward was to never feel so powerless again.
EQUIPMENT:
SHIP:
N/A.
KILLS:
N/A.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A.
ROLE-PLAYS:
None as of yet
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