NAME: Lashiel Anshin Savantus
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 135
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Silk, Jet Black
SKIN: Pale
CREDITS: Enough to survive
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A tattoo he designed himself, which is located in between his shoulder blades, and extends down to his back.
DOMINATE HAND: Ambidextrous
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Average strength, able to lift 3/4s of his body weight.
DEXTERITY: Above Average, He believes that his speed is one of the two things which will aid in battle.
CONSTITUTION: Average. Not affected by any illnesses.
INTELLIGENCE: Above Average
WISDOM: Average, just as normal as any man would have.
CHARISMA: He prefers not to speak, unless needed.
FORCE POWERS: None Currently.
SKILLS: With his above average dexterity, his nimbleness gives him an Acrobatic Gymnast like abilities.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS: None currently.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: His strength is his nimbleness. Able to dodge obvious attacks, scale short walls, and gymnast like abilities. His main weakness, would be his lack of persuasion towards others. Sometimes, if he does speak, he would say the wrong thing towards a person getting him into a fight.
GEAR:
-His Robes.
-A small pendant he crafted for himself.
SHIP: None
PETS: None
PERSONALITY: He is silent. Though he does speak when necessary. Any references to his family tend to anger him. He wants his past to be forgotten but he can't seem to forget it. Unlike most of the Sith, he does not hate everyone or think they all deserve to die. Well not yet, not being indoctrinated by the Sith teachings.
HISTORY:
Childhood:
From his birth up to the age of 7, things were average. His parents slightly ignored him, but it was only because of his older brother. His brother always seemed to get things right, the perfect child. Lashiel constantly had to live in his brother's shadow, expected to do things the same exact way he did, with now flaws. But, Lashiel was not perfect like his brother, he tended to mess things up when it came to things.
Having to live as the "Ghost" of his family angered him deeply. He had never got what he wanted, never the attention he deserved when he achieved something worth celebrating about. Even on his birthday's he was ignored, by everyone. His brother was the only thing scene in his families eyes. This thought continued to sway him, making him think of terrible things he wanted to do to his family.
But, On his fifteenth birthday, things were set to change. His parents were out, as he was left to be babysitted by his "loving" brother. Though that his parents didn't know, or even care, that his brother had beat him while they were away. Tortured him by cutting his with knives just to hear his cries for pain, suffocate him for short periods to see his eyes turn bloodshot.
Lashiel could not do anything about this, he was young, he was weak. In his weakness, all it did was fuel his hatred more for his brother. Upon, that night he had noticed his parents were still away. Lashiel had come into his brothers room, carrying a vibroblade, which was conveniently located in his dear old brothers closet. He stood over his brother, breathing quietly to himself, as he slit brother's throat, with ease. Watching the sweet red liquid slid down from his throat on to the floor.
Lashiel watched as his brother struggled to hold his throat closed, with no luck as it oozed out. He was proud upon his brother's death, marking symbols upon his own body with his dear brothers blood. Symbols of unknown origin to him, as if he had learned them in a past life. His parents had arrived home, only to scream in the horror of what they saw. Their prized son laying dead upon his bed of red. The ran to him huddling over his body, and this is where Lashiel had his second to to strike.
He came down upon them like only a serial killer would, silently and carefully as if he had been killing for years. His so called "parents" were dead, laying on top of their "gifted" child. To be together forever, in the eternal hell of which Lashiel wished upon them. Upon doing this killing, he left his now deceased family and moved on, his personality forever altered from this day. No longer was he the appealingly happy child. He was silent, slightly tortured yet fueled by his amazing destruction of his families legacy. Taking what money they had he had left. Traveling the world to pursue his own views, and learn of new ways.
Adult/Sith Acolyte Years:
Over a small amount of years traveling through various systems. He came across old scriptures containing ideas of the Sith meaning. It intrigued him in sorts. How there lessons were taught, as well as a brief history. Although at the time, he was to busy trying to find his place in life. While in a Cantina on Nar Shadaa, he had over heard some aliens talking about a man who just so happened to have the last name Savantus.
At first he thought it was a mere coincidence, maybe just a relative of his who he had no knowledge of. But, as the continued to describe the mans appearance, it turned out to be his "Father" who he had assumed dead after the fateful night so many years ago. It through him into a fury he had never felt before, sending some of the people into the wall before he left the area. At this moment, he had realized his ability of the force and went to find a teacher in its ways.
After a long period of searching, he stumbled upon two Master on Korriban, both willing to teach him in its ways.
KILLS:
DUELING RING MATCHES:
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
ROLE-PLAYS:
To Dwell on the Past(Training)
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