Florian Feldroth
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Name: Florian Feldroth
Age: 23
Race: Zabrak
Appearance: Iridonian with black and blue facial tattoos and nine horns
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Clothing: Dark padawan robes, black leather boots with iron studded soles, black leather gloves, black leather belt
Weapons: two red lightsabers
My Life of Destruction:
Iridonia is the homeplanet of Zabraks. There are many industries on the planet's surface. Ship builders work the foundries endlessly wile just miles away, farmers tend to their crops and herds of iridonian mountain goats climb icy peaks heavenwards. I was born on Iridonia. My parents raised me in the largest city of our tribe called Gal-Nur. Both of my parents were factory workers. They worked for many hours everyday and had little time to look after me. As a three year old, I roamed the grimy streets playing with other younglings and vagabonds of the streets. At the age of five, my parents enrolled me in the academy and I studied diligently until I graduated when I was sixteen. I could have continued to the higher academies, but my parents were short of credits. They barely had enough to eat. I decided to leave them and head off planet. They brought me to the docks and we found a freighter headed for Corellia that needed a mechanic. The other one had gotten his brains plasmated after a pazaak game had ended in his favor. The captain was a middle aged human man. He told me we were shipping a few crates of munitions to a mercenary company based in one of the cess pits. I agreed to accompany him and the other crew member, a rodian, for 74 credits. The loading droid finished its work, and we boarded the small freighter. We took off and exited the atmosphere heading into the void of space. Entering hyperspace, the rodian pilot set a course for our destination, Corellia. We had been traveling for a few days, when suddenly I awoke to our jerking halt as we decelerated suddenly, pulled off course and out of hyperspace by an interdictor of some sort. A large black capital ship loom above us and pulled us into the hangar. I was surprised to see the captain wasn't afraid. He smiled as though this was a part of the travel plans. We landed and the captain left us in the ship. In an hour, he came back with credits and a fat smile on his face. I found out later that he was dealing spice with the exchange. We reached Corellia and delivered the munitions to the mercenary company. I got paid, and I bought a blaster rifle with the money. I joined the mercenary guild there and compiled a bit of money. I traveled through the galaxy on missions for my mercenary bosses. Finally, I was given the assignment of assassinating a certain member of the Jal Shey order. I tracked her to Feleucia where I found her in a jungle. I surprised her, but she fought me off. We continued fighting for several hours until finally she asked me to talk to her. She told me of her noble order and asked me to join. To make this brief, I went with her to a Jal Shey temple on Yavin IV and entered their order. They trained me basic use of the force and also proficient use of the lightsaber. I learned to dual wield at the foot of my former enemy, and we became great friends. We would accomplish missions together for the Jal Shey. Finally we went on an extremely dark quest. She was nearly killed, but at the last moment, she used the dark side to save herself. I realized she was a sith and confronted her. She convinced me that the dark is more powerful than the light. Then she left me in that dark place and returned to serve the sith. I left after her and wandered through the galaxy. I taught myself the dark side of the force through the evil acts I commited on my journey. Eventually, I learned so much of the dark side that I was considered a dark jedi. I had heard of the dark jedi and I began to seek their council.
btw, sorry for the choppiness of this. I fix it up and fill in the details later. Too tired right now...
Age: 23
Race: Zabrak
Appearance: Iridonian with black and blue facial tattoos and nine horns
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 200 lbs
Clothing: Dark padawan robes, black leather boots with iron studded soles, black leather gloves, black leather belt
Weapons: two red lightsabers
My Life of Destruction:
Iridonia is the homeplanet of Zabraks. There are many industries on the planet's surface. Ship builders work the foundries endlessly wile just miles away, farmers tend to their crops and herds of iridonian mountain goats climb icy peaks heavenwards. I was born on Iridonia. My parents raised me in the largest city of our tribe called Gal-Nur. Both of my parents were factory workers. They worked for many hours everyday and had little time to look after me. As a three year old, I roamed the grimy streets playing with other younglings and vagabonds of the streets. At the age of five, my parents enrolled me in the academy and I studied diligently until I graduated when I was sixteen. I could have continued to the higher academies, but my parents were short of credits. They barely had enough to eat. I decided to leave them and head off planet. They brought me to the docks and we found a freighter headed for Corellia that needed a mechanic. The other one had gotten his brains plasmated after a pazaak game had ended in his favor. The captain was a middle aged human man. He told me we were shipping a few crates of munitions to a mercenary company based in one of the cess pits. I agreed to accompany him and the other crew member, a rodian, for 74 credits. The loading droid finished its work, and we boarded the small freighter. We took off and exited the atmosphere heading into the void of space. Entering hyperspace, the rodian pilot set a course for our destination, Corellia. We had been traveling for a few days, when suddenly I awoke to our jerking halt as we decelerated suddenly, pulled off course and out of hyperspace by an interdictor of some sort. A large black capital ship loom above us and pulled us into the hangar. I was surprised to see the captain wasn't afraid. He smiled as though this was a part of the travel plans. We landed and the captain left us in the ship. In an hour, he came back with credits and a fat smile on his face. I found out later that he was dealing spice with the exchange. We reached Corellia and delivered the munitions to the mercenary company. I got paid, and I bought a blaster rifle with the money. I joined the mercenary guild there and compiled a bit of money. I traveled through the galaxy on missions for my mercenary bosses. Finally, I was given the assignment of assassinating a certain member of the Jal Shey order. I tracked her to Feleucia where I found her in a jungle. I surprised her, but she fought me off. We continued fighting for several hours until finally she asked me to talk to her. She told me of her noble order and asked me to join. To make this brief, I went with her to a Jal Shey temple on Yavin IV and entered their order. They trained me basic use of the force and also proficient use of the lightsaber. I learned to dual wield at the foot of my former enemy, and we became great friends. We would accomplish missions together for the Jal Shey. Finally we went on an extremely dark quest. She was nearly killed, but at the last moment, she used the dark side to save herself. I realized she was a sith and confronted her. She convinced me that the dark is more powerful than the light. Then she left me in that dark place and returned to serve the sith. I left after her and wandered through the galaxy. I taught myself the dark side of the force through the evil acts I commited on my journey. Eventually, I learned so much of the dark side that I was considered a dark jedi. I had heard of the dark jedi and I began to seek their council.
btw, sorry for the choppiness of this. I fix it up and fill in the details later. Too tired right now...
