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NAME: Tor'Vani Orealis
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 21
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'7" (1.7 meters)
WEIGHT: 160 lbs.
EYES: Right eye is dark brown and left eye is clouded white with a vertical scar across it.
HAIR: Black hair, that's short on the sides and long on the top.
SKIN: Olive/Tan.
CREDITS: 1000 credits.
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Ancient Celestial Tribal Tattoos cover every inch of his body from his neck to his feet.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTH: 7/10. Tor'Vani can fight there is no doubt about that, he lacks in no area of brutality, but he avoids physical confrontation because though he embraces his dark ambitions he does not like to flaunt them.
DEXTERITY: 7/10. Tor'Vani falls on the average middle area of nimbleness and dexterity, he always stays aware of his surroundings after years of life on the streets.
CONSTITUTION: 5/10. If there is one area that Tor'Vani does not lack in it would be his ability to get hurt, injuries can run from anywhere on the serious side to minor cuts and scraps. He always has his micro-medical bot attend to his wounds promptly, but still he always finds himself being hurt.
INTELLIGENCE: 7/10. Tor'Vani is well read and spends most of his free time researching the areas he travels, during his time on the planets he visits he collects knowledge from keen observation.
WISDOM: 5/10. Though he wishes and acts as if he knows everything Tor'Vani knows only little about the world around him. His wisdom of the street is much higher than that of being "book smart", but he makes it by.
CHARISMA: 9/10. Charm is one thing that gets Tor'Vani what he wants almost 99% of the time, but it also gets him in a great deal of trouble time to time as well.
PERSONALITY:
Born in the darker area of the galaxy on an unknown junker shuttle only to be dealt a great tragedy at a very young age, and sent to the orphanages of various planets where he was raised, Tor'Vani has always had to rely on himself, being the only one he had to build himself up to becoming stronger. Sarcasm is his main source of "enjoyment" if you can call anything in his life enjoyable, though he has been known to not care for many things nor does he like to show happiness. All this earning him his fair share of canteen bust-ups and back alley brawls. As stubborn as they come, he rarely gives up on anything he sets his mind to, honestly he'll fight for anything from his once existing love to the empty darkness that runs rampart in his soul. The hard part is however controlling this darkness, as he has seen enough. He rarely respects no one, not any master nor himself, he prefers to be paid in cold hard credits, or just with the ability to sometimes commit cold blooded murder on contract.
With a general depressing outlook on everything, nothing is too overwhelming for him and nothing can already break his broken spirit, at least nothing he has encountered so far. Tor'Vani prefers nothing but his own company, but he will always be in search for that wanted yet unwanted higher power to teach him to be stronger or at least he will die trying. While he is not overly selfish, he will always look out for himself first, however he used to be a great believer in everyone getting their fair chance.
BIOGRAPHY:
Birth Place: [REDACTED]
[ALL MEMORY ERASED]
[MEMORY SEQUENCE INITIATED]
"All I can remember is the blood, the many years of orphanages, and then now. My name, my lightsaber, and the scroll I have. I've had this since day one at the first Jedi orphanage I was at and kicked out of. The Scroll read...
[REDACTED]
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, [REDACTED].
[REDACTED], I gain power.
[REDACTED], [REDACTED].
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."
- [REDACTED] Syn
That's all that my mind allows me to remember. I've meditated throughout this entire sector of the galaxy, every planet and nothing is what I have found. I won't give up, I'll continue to search for a higher meaning. This power in my soul burning will be unleashed... One day."
FORCE POWERS:
- Force Telekinesis (to a certain degree)
Tor'Vani has yet to fully discover his dark powers through the force to a point, but he can feel the power resonating from within his soul.
SKILLS:
Tor'Vani has a great attention to detail in all situations. He doesn't visit planets or systems to find murder contracts, he merely travels to travel and takes what comes to him. The physical skills Tor'Vani possess are that of a highly trained assassin/mercenary from afar, but when he gets into close quarter combat he becomes a little sloppy and reckless. He has practiced using a lightsaber from his earliest memories and has become a skilled swordsman. He's collected a total of three lost lightsabers from wastelands he's visited making his total four that's including his own.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
Tor'Vani has scavenged three lost lightsabers from wastelands of the lost planets where Jedi Knights fought in battles. Tor'Vani does own his own lightsaber he had grown up with, it's a all black tungsten hilt wrapped in dark brown leathers with a blood red crimson blade. Though he has become a skilled swordsman he has yet to master any type of form nor is he close to it.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Good attention to detail in all situations, and can identify all types of ships, species, symbols and factions at the drop of a dime and usually can predict the outcome of a fight before it happens. He is too passionate and overly stubborn, which can often lead to sticky situations. A keen eye for back alley black markets and their occupants and his mouth can sometimes get him into trouble.
GEAR:
A pair of rawhide, black boots up to below his knees. Slim black pants, and a cream colored long sleeved three buttoned tunic with the top button undone. He often wears an olive colored hooded sweatshirt on his exterior. His datapad is generally clipped to his belt along side a small pouch for his micro-medical bot, and his lightsaber on his belt on the small of his back hidden of course. His hands are taped in thin clothes from the various fights he's ensued. He wears a cross and Ancient Gungan pendent on his necklace, and a Ancient Gungan coin on a rope bracelet on his wrist. Nothing too fancy, he looks a bit tattered but normal enough. He straps a small knife to his boot for extreme circumstances, always sharpened and within reach.
SHIP:
Junked and fixed Jedi starfighter [Echo-16], modified for more storage, with two bottom mounted laser minigun attachments.
PETS:
His micro-medical bot is shaped like a scarab beetle and he takes great care of it, but he wouldn't generally categorize it as his "pet" even though he's had this bot for as long as he can remember.
KILLS:
- Two middle aged adults, one male and one female.
> Name: [REDACTED] Age: [REDACTED] Species: [REDACTED]
> Name: [REDACTED] Age: [REDACTED] Species: [REDACTED]
- Young Male.
> Name: [REDACTED] Age: 14. Species: [REDACTED]
- Cartel Hutt.
> Name: [REDACTED] Age: [REDACTED] species: Hutt.
ROLE-PLAYS:
A Clash of Ideals.
When Time Slows Down.
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