MattwithaSword
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MatthisLord KrossisRoann
AGE
► 32
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 6'02
WEIGHT ► 178lbs
EYE COLOR ► Gold
HAIR COLOR ► Black
HOMEWORLD ► Alderaan
GENDER ► Male
FACTION ► Jedi Exile, Inquisitor
RANK ► Exile Apprentice
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► Rank One
Personality
Positives:
- Adaptive
- Calm
- Focused
- Loyal
- Passionate
- Perceptive
- Stoic
Negatives:
- Aggressive
- Assertive
- Calculating
- Deceptive
- Egocentric
- Malicious
- Reserved
- Vindictive
Krossis has had a very tried life. He has experienced love, pain, passion, sorrow, and near all things inbetween. Krossis grew into who he is after his exile.He became guarded and trusted no one but himself, or putting little faith in those who served under him. Always seeming to know the right words for the situation, Krossis is quite charismatic, making him a natural leader. People had always flocked to Krossis, but almost always to his disdain. While he remains loyal to himself and the few he trusts, the exile is always looking for the next way up, and is not above deception to gain more power.
On the battlefield, however, Krossis gains a new facade. Always thinking 3 steps ahead, and calculating every move made before him, the exile stands a behemoth of war. Each move precises and dedicated, Krossis is not one to waste momentum, or energy. Acting as an immovable wall, every step has intention to eradicate any foe who stands before him.
Background
Born as the son of nobles on Alderaan, Matthis began with a pleasant, pampered upbringing. His parents loved him with all they had and knew from the day he was born that this child’s destiny was far beyond that of a nobleman. It wasn’t too long after his fifth birthday that young Matthis began to display power that would take him to the stars. Unlike his mother and father before him, the young child had been gifted with The Force. His parents rejoiced with the news, their son was to be a Jedi.
At the young age of six, Matthis, blessed by his parents best wishes, began his training at the Jedi academy of Jedha. Eager to learn all he could, the youngling jumped head first into his training. Though his knowledge with the Force and the Jedi way grew stronger with each passing day, it was in saber combat that he truly flourished. His skills with a lightsaber were far beyond that of his peers, however there was something behind it all that left concern in some of his new masters. They began to sense conflict.
With his years as a trainee now coming to its end and his initiation trials now behind him, Matthis was ready to take the next step, taking on a Jedi master and becoming a Jedi Knight. Any who trained Matthis at the academy could tell you the youngling was strong in his faith, however, more often than not his emotions would get the better of him. It was for this reason he was placed under the training of Bohda Alturas, a Bothan known to all on the council as an emotionless individual above all else.
For years, Matthis trained diligently under Master Bohda and with each passing day his abilities grew. Though a great teacher in practice, Matthis found Master Bohda held standards for Matthis that he couldn’t quite reach. His skills with a Lightsaber would rival any Knight, but alas, the Jedi’s problems were not in his abilities but rather within himself. Master Bohda spent much of his time in meditation, and urged Matthis to do the same. Through meditation, one could calm their mind and look at things from a third person perspective. Master Bohda believed that the young Force Sensative could become far more than what his abilities proved, but to do so, he needed to detach himself from his personal struggles. Master Bohda was beginning to realize it was much easier said than done for this child, but he would find a way.
As the months went by, there was a seed within Matthis that would slowly begin to grow. This seed, was love. Master Bohda worked closely with a handful of other Jedi Masters, one of which, had a pupil that Matthis began to grow quite fond of. At its first appearance, Bohda sensed the emotion flowing through his pupil, and was quick in the attempt to silence such feelings. He agreed, knowing that Love itself was not the problem, but instead that it formed an attachment that would cause the Jedi to lose site of their true purpose. Though he did all he could to lose his feelings of attachment, it only made them stronger.
The woman’s name was Yvette. A human girl who traveled the same path as young Matthis. They had trained together as younglings, passed their trials the same day, and with the familiarity between their two masters, the Jedi had forged a near unbreakable bond. They knew their bond had to remain secret, and Mattis and Yvette did all they could to keep it so. But this would in turn plant a second seed within him. This seed, was Anger.
The Five Knight Trials had nearly all been completed but something still did not set quite right with Master Bohda about his young apprentice. He could see inside him great conflict was stirring. Master Bohda looked into the mind of his young apprentice and saw nothing but chaos. It was at this moment Master Bohda had an idea. The Trial of Spirit had been a constant struggle in the master’s eyes. In an attempt to eradicate the growing conflict Bohda proposed to exile the young apprentice for a time, where Matthis could truly look within himself and face his conflicts. Master Bohda had hoped this would strike a spark within his apprentice that would lead him to the Light. He could not have been more wrong…
The council agreed with Bohda’s decision, Exiling the young apprentice until he could take control of his emotions. The spark ignited within Matthis, and a fire began within him that would never stop. Furious with his master’s decision, Matthis felt abandoned, and turned to the one person he felt he could truly trust. Yvette. He pleaded for her to join him in exile, fearing they would never see each other again, but Yvette saw things differently. She saw, just like his own master, that something dark was growing within him, and urged Matthis to take this exile with faith, and conquer his inner struggles. The two fought for what felt to Matthis like a hundred hour before he finally could take it no longer. The man snapped, and saw nothing but black. In a blinded rage, and heart full of sorrow, Matthis reached his hand out to his lover, and before his very eyes, the darkness gave birth to something new. Her body raised into the air, fighting for her to view his side of things. Not knowing his own strength, Yvette gasped for air but when he released her it was simply too late. Within the blink of an eye, Matthis had killed the only thing that he ever felt was truly good for him. Accepting his exile, and the loss of all he cared for Matthis was never seen again by his Master or the council. It was on this day, Matthis began a new life. Krossis was born.
Over the next decade, Krossis would train his new found power within the Dark side of the Force. His new abilities let him take down most any who opposed him, and the darkness grew stronger and stronger with every waking moment. With this growing strength however, Krossis began to feel something stir within the Force. He began having visions of a dark and cold place. A blackness surrounding a solitary figure. Visions of a boy, trapped, and full of rage that begged to be free. With deep meditation, Krossis’s fingers began to tap into the boys subconscious. He whispered to him of great power, far beyond what he could ever imagine. He promised him, freedom, and a life with meaning. But above all else, Krossis would promise this boy a true purpose.
The months passed as Krossis began to search for the boy in his visions, before finally, he found him. An Exile spacecraft wondering the far reaches of the outer rim pulsed with dark energy.
Krossis tore through the craft like a bull in a china shop, refusing to leave without the child from his dreams. He followed a trail of darkness the the bottom chambers of the ship. Other Exile tried to block his path, and with pure ruthlessness, Krossis didn’t even give them a glance before cutting them down, one by one. Releasing the prisoners held within, Krossis now stood face to face with the Miraluka from his visions. He saw within him the same power that was in himself, only this had the potential for something much greater. The boy kneeled before him. Igniting his lightsaber, Krossis would wave it over the boy’s shoulders claiming him as his apprentice.
“We will show them what great power can rise from nothing. Nihlus. Rise, my new apprentice, and take your rightful place.”
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