Castor Midwan

[Seiya]

Real Name: Castor Midwan
Alias: Iblees
Faction: Lords of The Sith
Class: Sorcerer

Force Powers Proficiencies:
Force Lightning
Telekinesis
Trance
Sense
Mental Manipulation

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COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:

Castor stands at the height of 183 centimeters (or six feet). He stares with threatening yellow-daggered eyes that were almost rimmed in a pale but very apparent red, staining the white of his eyes. His hair is black and faded. Castor seems to be healthy in build, thanks to his extensive Jedi training, although he is mostly covered by his dark black robes, revealing little other than his head and neck. The robes are lined with a soft white fabric, being mostly black to start with. To the touch the fabric seems to be finished well, and on the more expensive side. Obviously the outer robes were customly made for him, but under that he wore a variety of items. Usually a simple dark red undershirt, with a black belt wrapping around it and tucking the shirt into his dark grey pants, being tucked into his the leg wraps above his boots to prevent tripping.He wears black sleves and a black glove on his left hand with the fingers cut so he could more easily grip things, usually with his sleeves rolled up on each arm. Along with the gloves he wore a matching black headband around his head and occasionally tied his hair back in a pony tail. His right arm is completely missing, and is robotic.


PERSONALITY:
He keeps his existence simple and he tries to finish any quest he may be on swiftly and efficiently, so that he may not be seen by more eyes than he has to, as if ashamed of his very existence. Easily stressed and very nervous at certain moments, making him doubt his powers and his future with them. When under pressure, he will often act out in bursts of destruction, as if it was the only way to handle all the emotion he felt in the bottle that held his feelings and memories. He feels conflicted with the Sith ways, and questions if it is truly his path. He feels like he wants to stray away from the grasps of control, and flee to that of freedom, but he lacks the strength to do so, and wishes to learn what he can from the Sith until that day comes. He finds it hard to argue for the Sith when put on the spot, when others claim how unjustified their actions are and shout other things of negativity at him for his choices, feeling as if they are correct in a sense and that what he has done and what he is continuing to do for the Sith is wrong and that he made a mistake somewhere along his way. These feelings he held so deep only formed the aggressive but also at times gentle Sith that is Castor.

He appears stable, and is not easy to persuade. However he struggles with emotion and with his path in life, often causing him to do some rather unpredictable things and act out in a variety of manners, whether it be defiance, rage, depression, these being his most common struggles.. He wears a red blindfold over his forehead, perhaps it has deeper meaning to him. He also suffers from severe depression, and he struggles to find clarity in things that most find simple and truthful, often questioning things that to some would be better left unexplained. Such as his way of life, the Jedi way of life, the life of a soldier, or a slave, even that of a bounty hunter and other political figures. Occasionally he will be locked within his chambers, speaking to different people who weren’t seen to be present. Some say he is talking to himself, others to the Force, and will more than often just be dismissed as crazy during these times. Assumptions like these often give Castor unsteady social relationships with his peers and current friends, causing him to avoid making new ones, and as his life progressed he found himself with little to no friends, and no trustworthy peers, relying only on himself and those he looks up to for guidance.

Castor believes that all people are corrupt, and that all people can be persuaded and changed on a whim if given the right substance, whatever it may be. He struggles to believe that the Jedi are as corrupt as his peers make them out to be, and wonders if switching sides was the right thing to do, fearing that if this was the truth he would be forever lost in darkness with no way to return. Being forced to live a lie with no way to the truth. But he believes that with enough fighting and that with enough power he might one day carve his own truth. This belief causes him to be a ruthless fighter, relying on his power and his sorrow to guide the darkness within him, and to guide his path in battle. He wishes to prove his power to any who have the chance to witness it, and he will do drastic things to do it when in and out of battling. He gets carried away during a battle and occasionally will destroy many of the witnesses after a fight, and take more lives than he intended when he set out on a mission. But with this trait came more injuries and more time spent within the Sith barriers. But this does not keep him from staying fit and physically active, often taking his stress out on intense force training and scientific research. Some have come onto him and have found his figure attractive, but he has yet to take in any relationships, feeling as if love is the path to delusion and he is better off without it. He has not ever specified or thought about what gender he prefers, and rarely has the time to flirt or have free time for things of the sort, but with any person there does come free time, and during this he finds himself very withdrawn and reflective on who he is and where the force will lead him.

Outside of battle he finds himself working on midichlorian research, finding it interesting how they work, and how it affects life. He sometimes will collect force-sensitive children and other beings who might not know it yet and perform tests on them, to see how the midichlorians respond.. Through the course of his research he has found that midichlorians do not like being tested, and fight back against

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Castor, around certain people will hesitate to attack, mostly his old masters and his twin brother Jedi Pollux. His biggest weakness would be his inability to comprehend the force. He tries his hardest to understand the force fully and in it’s entirety, so that one day he might bend it to his will and he could be the most powerful Dark Jedi ever. He is not the greatest fighter, and is mostly skilled with his force powers rather than his sabre. He is extensively trained in the ways of the force, both dark and light. He has a vast understanding of the Force but has much to learn, and his lack of knowledge causes Castor to feel enraged at times. Once causing him to destroy a variety of experiments he had.




BIOGRAPHY:
Castor and Pollux as they called themselves were orphaned on Coruscant without any knowledge or care of who their parents were. They grew up street rats and pick pockets, teaching themselves tricks to get dinner and some extra cash from the locals. Stealing whatever they could to get by in their poor world, without recognition from the commoners. Often they refused to accept spare change, unless desperate. They felt as if they were worth more than handouts, and that they should work for their money. With this trait caught the eye of a generous brown-cloaked old man. His beard white as the clouds with a streak of dulling grey right down the middle. The top half of his face was indistinguishable from any other person really, as it rested below a blanket of darkness cast from the sun high above in the sky. During this time the boys were at a sprouting age of eight, both seeming to be the exact same height with similar ragged garbs and longer and ratty black hair. One of the boys wore a red headband, and the other a blue, so that they might be distinguished when caught alone by a friend. The cloaked man, after having his credits refused accepted this odd trait of purity, and began conversing with the lads. In an unsteady voice, old and rhythmic he spoke words of encouragement. And asked the boys why they refused his credits. Without hesitation they told him and he accepted the terms, retreating back a few paces and removing his cloak. Showing a small pouch that shook with the chime of loose coin following, the now revealed Jedi Knight asked the boys to take the coin from him.


The boys had no knowledge of the growing Jedi Order, and took the man to be another rich commoner with extra coin, looking to each other with confidence before staggering forward into a fast-paced charge, reaching their hands out to hopefully snatch the coin from the Jedi, but little resistance was provided by the Jedi, as he just turned and dodged their clutching hands with ease. He showed them his skill and chuckled, eventually easing up with the conclusion he is out of breath and allowed them to take the credits. The old man crossed his arms as he watched the lads evenly split the coins, smiling graciously with lost breaths. “You should come with me… you both show great promise with the Force.. I feel it within you, and your midichlorian count might be correct... ” He says in between breaths. He approached them and kneeled down, explaining to them the very essence of the Force, and elaborating on the fact that they could potentially be Force Sensitive. This caught the interest of the dirt covered lads and they accepted this, mostly going forward with the idea when they were told about a place to live… and the Jedi Temple.


The boys were accepted by the Jedi Order and trained, specifically by the very Jedi who found them, a Human by the name of Shin. He began their training with the values of brotherhood and friendship, as well as the laws of neutrality and peace, teaching them that together they are stronger than they could be alone. (This part is going to be a callback, to when they fight and work together against common enemy.) At the young age of sixteen the two boys were showing great promise, almost ascending to the rank of Jedi Knight within this short time. Already fighting on dangerous missions to defeat the growing Sith that plague the Jedi Order. But with each mission the boys grew stronger, together as they started. But with each of these missions, Master Shin felt a growing but clouded desire within Castor, growing more weary of him by the day, and showing more affection towards Pollux. Without hesitation the Jedi Master explained his fear to Castor, explaining that his future is clouded and possibly dark. He accepted this, and felt a growing pain inside of himself, unsure what to do with the new information, training as usual with his brother and keeping it a secret. But without issue, Pollux noticed a problem and asked about it on a day spar training, feeling that his brothers fighting has become more aggressive and less balanced than his own. Denying a change, Castor relocated to his quarters for the night after training was over, obviously hiding something within.


Once again, Master Shin conversed with Castor, and asked him about the training session. “You are feeling it… aren’t you?” He asked, narrowing his eyes intently, sitting on the foot of Castor’s bed. Castor this time denied his feelings, and went with the excuse “You are delusional Master, I am a Jedi and will become a powerful Jedi Knight, as you are. I am strong with the Light, the darkness is no place for me.” He reassured his wise master, and sent him off with a gesture, but Shin did not move, muttering something under his breath. “I have been doing small tests on Midichlorians, and I believe that there is a lot to be learned, perhaps with you I can learn so much more about them, and I can, if all goes well figure out if you truly are turning to the Dark Side of the force. If that is the case I may be able to turn it around, and help you…” He said to Castor, before sending him off to bed.


In the late hours of the Night, Castor found himself tossing and turning, something clouding his mind… a growing desire and pain. “You can’t turn it around… I cannot be saved.” he mutters to himself. Standing up and taking his usual blackened robes, slinging his leather belt of gear around his waist and throwing his cloak over himself, taking his lightsaber from his belt and exiting the room with it in hand. His mind was dark, and his thoughts clouded by his emotions. He felt weak and useless to the Order, knowing with this feat he can never become the Jedi he once wished to be. Walking into his Master's bedroom with great nervousness, after standing at the door for most hours of the night. And as he saw the sun crack the sky, he entered, walking beside Shin’s bed and hanging his gaze over his resting body, allowing a tear to fall onto the bedsheet beside him. “I feel the pull to the Dark.. and I must do this if I am to become like you…” Castor muttered before retracting his arm from his belt, holding his un-enabled sabre above his Master high, tilting the blade down so that once it turns on, it will strike right through his back, and through his heart.

He observed his Master’s large Midichlorian count, and sensed his power deeply while he hung his blade above him. Soon, with hesitation and what might be called regret he activates his lightsaber, watching his master awaken to the sudden sound and turn in the bed, facing straight up with his head turned to the oncoming blade, but without time to react he failed to block, merely being too unaware in his sleep, causing him to be struck directly in the center of the chest. Before dying, he turned to his student and asked in a strained and spaced out voice, barely clinging to life. “So you have been seduced by the Darkness, and hath betrayed me…”. retracting the lightsabre and shutting it off Castor replied. “I will make it my own, and will become more powerful than you can imagine. The Jedi will be something so much weaker than what I have in mind, Master.” He puts his sabre back on his belt, staring down at his master and he let his tears cease, feeling more prideful now in his decision. However interested by the loss of Midichlorians he turned, collecting Shin’s studies, books and his lightsabre from the table before taking off, rushing to his ship.

A galactic year later Castor has found himself well acquainted with the dark ways of the force. Having been trained by a Dark Jedi. He also picked up a rather new hobby, something he hid from the others and kept only to himself. Experiments on midichlorians. He knew that if caught he would be punished, but he wanted to develop a greater understanding of the force.

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