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"There is no light, and no dark, no good, and no evil, there is only the force. We are the force"
Remember this.
He did remember, he remembered everything. From the first bite of the planets freezing climate to the endless inscriptions elegantly carved within the walls of the ancient temple he had found solace within for so many sleepless nights. Nights he had spent wide awake, etching through each and every line with the tips of his fingers. Devoting his seemingly endless amounts of time and attention to the understanding and comprehension of each one to the very core, analyzing the very essence of the knowledge they possessed.
No holocron within the archives of the Jedi nor tombs of the Sith held such a profound understanding of the force. These teachings, passed down through countless millennia to those seeking the the true understanding, force in its most honest state. Though the events that had lead him here, to this desolate uninhabited tundra, this extreme climactic anomaly within the galaxy that so few had chosen to tread upon were of a different nature entirely..
I didn't ask for this, it was given to me. Cursed upon me by countless years of denial and misunderstanding. The entirety of my existence has been nothing but a stepping stone to this cold, empty moment. The moment where it was decided for me, that I would leave my people, and revolutionize the force in order to exercise the hand of fate, the will of the force itself...
I am an Echani, more specifically a Thyrsian, a subspecies of the Echani people, like the others we are believed to be the result of an Arkanian experiment, though born of Thryrsus I contrast my Echani counterparts in the physical sense, however my beliefs remain largely the same. My people believe to know the true essence of another, you must engage them in combat. To us this is to surpass the meaning of battle, transcending it into an art form, one of passion, beauty and self expression. Due to this I've learned to read another's feelings and emotions through combat, we believe that more can be learned about another through combat than can be learned within hours of talking. To me, this is the most valuable form of communication.
My personal journey began when I was exiled from my people. My lifetime of loyalty discarded shortly after the death of my clan leader at my own hand. The man was a terrible oppressive leader who thought inwardly and lead many of my brethren to their demise at the expense of his personal conquests. I could stand for none of it and communicated with him my desires for a different way of thinking, a new type of leadership. Though upon his departure from this physical realm I took it upon myself to leave Thyrsus, believing that my people deserved to be lead by the hand of one who would not lead them down a path of bloodshed and betrayal.
My desire for knowledge, to obtain a grasp of myself that had been unreachable lead me to Nem'Vaar, where my role as the hand of fate began. It was here that I learned of the force as it was meant to be, the truth between the blurred lines of good and evil, light and dark, Jedi and Sith. I am Nem'Vaah, I am the force, I am the Hand of Fate. Above all else, I will stop at nothing to ensure that the tapestry of fate remains untainted by misconception.
I am Connor K'yer
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE:
Connor being a Thyrsian has dark skin and hair, with eyes to match. Though through his studies of the force they have been known to appear as if they were glowing depending on his usage of ability. He commonly dresses in ancient garb resembling that of the Nem'Vaah of ancient times, a long hooded coat accessorised with leather and light armor plating beneath.
PERSONALITY:
Connor is thoughtful and intense, and the words he chooses not speak are just as meaningful as the ones he does. He has an inbuilt sense of right and wrong, and though his studies of the Nem'Vaah ways, views the force as a unified entity as opposed to seeing it as only light or dark.
LIKES AND DISLIKES:
He meditates when he isn't studying, and can almost always be found honing his skills in some way, his unique fighting style causes for a continous practice and perfection of his techniques and ability to adapt to the ever changin situations around him
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
His Thyrsian (Echani) heritage and Nem'Vaah teachings make him an exceptional force user, able to view and manipulate it in ways that most force sensitives are unable to understand due to the restrictions of their beliefs.
An expert in unconvential warfare he is ambidexterous and has a natural ability to learn the nature and feelings of those around him through battle.
His heritage and teachings have lead him to become an exceptional and natural combatant and force user although he posesses very few technical skills and perfers that flight be left to the droids. Relying on his physical abilities or the force to overcome most situations he is technically and electronically unintelligent.
Gear:
His primary weapon is a tomahawk, crafted from ancient Nem'Vaah designs discovered within the Cathedral, the weapon has been adapted with power and focusing crystals, replacing the normal blade with that of the more modern lightsaber.
He also houses a normal single bladed lightsaber within his gauntlet enabling him to keep it conceiled, wanting to seperate himself from the traditional look of the Jedi or Sith.
His coat and armor provide lightweight protection without sacrificing mobility, allowing him to move freely within a field of battle.
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