BRAXON
Braxon. That is not my birth name, but it is what "They" called me. I once fought for "Them", for "Their" secrecy, and for what "They" stood for. Not anymore though, Braxon will become free this day from "Them". I escaped "Their" hidden fortress on the boundaries of known space and made my way back to civilization, back to where I was born. I can't go back home to Belnar though, for that is where "They" will look for me first. No... I will go to the heart of the Republic, the place where "They" would never dare go.
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I remember it all as if it was yesterday. "They" approached me, their faces hidden from me until I joined them at a young age of nineteen. Why though did I join those who called themselves "The true protectors of the galaxy"? I was young and looking for action I suppose, wanting the war to end sooner then the others. I would not understand for another thirteen long years.
I donned the same black robes as they did, not the armor the others wore. I couldn't stand that clunky suit on myself. I was given a blade and taught how to use it, how to fight with it, and how to kill with it. I was taught the arts of stealth and how to go without being seen, and how to kill those before they never saw it coming. Yes, I was a Knight for the Order... or so I thought.
I would venture out to the galaxy under the protection of the Darkness that would hide me. I spied on those I was told to spy on, killed those who were deemed dangerous, stole what should not be in the hands of fools, the list goes on. It was all for a good cause I was told, for Order and Peace. I suppose after thirteen years I would have been used to it and been like all the others. I was not, and I had enough of the killing and the violence.
When they found out I was leaving them for a normal life, they were unhappy and attempted to detain me. I escaped with my life, bearing a few wounds I will carry for the rest of my life. After all the years of spying and assassinations I thought it would make a difference, but I was a fool to believe so.
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Coruscant, I believe I may find myself a better life here then I did with "Them". Maybe here I can start a new, maybe things will be better here, away from... from... Damn, I can't even recall "Their" name... all for the better.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Braxon is a Khil with dark grayish-green skin and stands a little shorter then the average Khil normally do. Due to a genetic birth disorder, he was only born with a single black eye in the center of his face. Due to never being able to speak basic in my life, a translator was built into this protective glass dome around his head, it allows him to communicate with others and keeps himself relaxed. He also carries with him the robes of "Those" he once served with, a reminder of his past.
PERSONALITY: Braxon is somewhat of a gentleman some would say, usualy polite, gentle and calm even in the most of dangerous of circumstances. He prefers not to fight, but will do so, and kill if he has too. A nice guy in general so long as you do not attempt to make enemies with him. He is very secretive about his past though, never revealing it to anyone.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
While he dislikes fighting and killing even in self defense, Braxon is quite a skilled fighter when he wields the blade up close, but he seems to fair more better in hand to hand combat with others. However, sometimes he thinks he will always win the fight when he enters it, where his arrogance will take over. He is also not too keen with ranged weapons.
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AUTHOR NOTE: Short, I know. I plan on expanding him as I RP though.
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