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Cinder
AGE
► 25
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 2m/6ft7
WEIGHT ► 110kg/242lbs
EYE COLOR ► Dark Side Yellow
HAIR COLOR ► White
HOMEWORLD ► Zygerria
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Sith Empire
RANK ► Sith Acolyte
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Yes Trained
BIOGRAPHY
there used to be a boy, born a slave on the Zygerria system, that boy had nothing. During his earliest days, he did not even have a name, sold off before he was even given one. He was just a number or "Boy". That was all he was until he was about 5, he was not exactly sure, never knowing his birthday. A Twi'lek man called Cotan bought the boy. Cotan himself was also a slave but the idea of him, a Twi'lek owning a human must have amused him immensely. He named the boy Dirt, because that's all he was, dirt under Cotan's feet.
And so the the abuse only increased. Most would have broken from all of this but not Dirt, all the abuse and pain only fuelled him, made his hatred of Cotan grow. Dirt often remained defiant of his slave master, and would be brutally punished for it. Cotan's favourite way of punishing Dirt was burning him, leaving permanent scars on the boy's body. The years of such abuse have permanently marked Dirt with scar tissue over large swaths of his body, left side of his face and scalp, as well as permanently discolouring his hair.
By the time Dirt was around his late teens, Cotan had stopped working in the slave labour camp altogether and made Dirt do his share of the work as well. It was also around this time that Dirt's singular hatred of Cotan had reached it's peak. Coming back to their quarters, Dirt looked at Twi'lek man with contempt. Cotan did not like that, he rose from his cot and grabbed his plasma torch ready to punish the boy as he was one to do. Yet, in a moment of singular hatred for the man and pure instinct, Dirt reached out for Cotan, though unmoving not using his limbs at all. To anyone outside it would have looked like two men standing in a dark room, barely moving at all. Dirt could see the frustration and fear in Cotan as he struggled to regain control of his limbs. Dirt was not having it, with a predatory smile Dirt reached out again with his mind twisted Cotan's arm so that his plasma torch was pointed at his own face, and then... flick. Dirt watched with glee as the Twi'lek burned his own face to death.
What came next was more of a blur, the noise must have attracted attention and Dirt was dragged off to some cage to be sold again or put down. But fate was not done with him. Whether by chance or design, a Sith was passing by, inspecting something in the labour camp, the Sith must have sensed something, a pull towards the darkness that had filled Dirt. The Sith stepped up to Dirt's cage; and chuckled, as if he had found something amusing.
The Sith must have bought Dirt as the teen was brought out of his cage and to the Sith's ship. the Sith gave little explanation as to what was about to become of Dirt before dumping him at the academy on Dromund Kas.
It was there that Dirt began to understand, really understand the way of Galaxy and the Force. All of it just grew his hatred, mostly his self-hatred. He was weak, the very fact slavery exists is because of the weak. The weak deserve no mercy. All those that pretended that the most absolute rule of nature was not the Rule of the Strong was just... weak. The Empire, the many Sith who ally themselves with others to supplant the strong, and later the Alliance and the new Jedi. None of them deserved mercy. Dirt understood, so he trained, he trained harder and longer than most, fulled by the Dark Side, he would correct this misguided galaxy, he would bring balance back to nature and the Force with the singular power of hate. For it's all there is.
Dirt the slave boy was not more. He had cloaked himself in the Dark Side, covered his body in armour. The Boy had been burnt to cinder in the fires of the Dark Side of the Force. he was naught but the ashes left over. Cinder ready to burn the weakness out of the galaxy.
And so the the abuse only increased. Most would have broken from all of this but not Dirt, all the abuse and pain only fuelled him, made his hatred of Cotan grow. Dirt often remained defiant of his slave master, and would be brutally punished for it. Cotan's favourite way of punishing Dirt was burning him, leaving permanent scars on the boy's body. The years of such abuse have permanently marked Dirt with scar tissue over large swaths of his body, left side of his face and scalp, as well as permanently discolouring his hair.
By the time Dirt was around his late teens, Cotan had stopped working in the slave labour camp altogether and made Dirt do his share of the work as well. It was also around this time that Dirt's singular hatred of Cotan had reached it's peak. Coming back to their quarters, Dirt looked at Twi'lek man with contempt. Cotan did not like that, he rose from his cot and grabbed his plasma torch ready to punish the boy as he was one to do. Yet, in a moment of singular hatred for the man and pure instinct, Dirt reached out for Cotan, though unmoving not using his limbs at all. To anyone outside it would have looked like two men standing in a dark room, barely moving at all. Dirt could see the frustration and fear in Cotan as he struggled to regain control of his limbs. Dirt was not having it, with a predatory smile Dirt reached out again with his mind twisted Cotan's arm so that his plasma torch was pointed at his own face, and then... flick. Dirt watched with glee as the Twi'lek burned his own face to death.
What came next was more of a blur, the noise must have attracted attention and Dirt was dragged off to some cage to be sold again or put down. But fate was not done with him. Whether by chance or design, a Sith was passing by, inspecting something in the labour camp, the Sith must have sensed something, a pull towards the darkness that had filled Dirt. The Sith stepped up to Dirt's cage; and chuckled, as if he had found something amusing.
The Sith must have bought Dirt as the teen was brought out of his cage and to the Sith's ship. the Sith gave little explanation as to what was about to become of Dirt before dumping him at the academy on Dromund Kas.
It was there that Dirt began to understand, really understand the way of Galaxy and the Force. All of it just grew his hatred, mostly his self-hatred. He was weak, the very fact slavery exists is because of the weak. The weak deserve no mercy. All those that pretended that the most absolute rule of nature was not the Rule of the Strong was just... weak. The Empire, the many Sith who ally themselves with others to supplant the strong, and later the Alliance and the new Jedi. None of them deserved mercy. Dirt understood, so he trained, he trained harder and longer than most, fulled by the Dark Side, he would correct this misguided galaxy, he would bring balance back to nature and the Force with the singular power of hate. For it's all there is.
Dirt the slave boy was not more. He had cloaked himself in the Dark Side, covered his body in armour. The Boy had been burnt to cinder in the fires of the Dark Side of the Force. he was naught but the ashes left over. Cinder ready to burn the weakness out of the galaxy.
Personality
Cinder is defined by his singular focus on power and wish to bring the Galaxy under an absolute Sith rule of the Strong control. He can be rash and is more than prone to violence but always with a laser focus on his task; and always with his greater goal in mind.
Contrary to what some might think, Cinder is however not sadistic or cruel. To hurt others for no purpose or goal is pointless, only for the sake of culling out the weak or bringing out one's goals should such action be undertaken, to do otherwise is just another form of weakness.
Power and abilities
Cinder spent years diligently training both his mind and body. It has made him physically imposing and strong, as well as more cunning than most give his brutish methods credit.
His Lightsaber combat style focuses on a Jar'Kai Variant of Form VII Juyo using two lightsabers making his style about as aggressive as one's style can get, but there is no doubt there is not better form to focus Cinder's laser focus hate.
Cinder's Force abilities are what is to be expected of a Sith. Force Lightning and Force Chokes are of the course as well as the fundamentals of all trained force users such as Force Shield and basic Force Pushes.
Appearance
Cinder appears as an imposing man in Sith battle armour and robes most of the time. Under it all he is a tall and muscular human with sickly pale skin and burn marks over nearly half his body and face. his hair is a discoloured white and his eyes bright yellow from the Dark side, originally they were a cold ice blue.
Equipment
- Two Red Bladed Lightsaber
- Sith Robes
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