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Knight Moor Full Name • Kol Klairn Nickname • Knight Moor Race • Human Birthplace • Uncharted Desert World (know as "the Sandbox") Age • 21 Gender • Male Sexuality • Asexual Faction • Sith Concept • Rank 2 Sith Assassin. Languages • Basic, Sith, Deshadi. Assets • Standard Gear Lightsaber (red crystal) Retractable wrist blade Nihility Stealth Armour: Spittle vaccum, integrated Sith artifact which enhances the Force Stealth ability Appearance Height & Weight • 5'7'', 120 lbs Overall Looks • During his time as a slave and later his torture at the hands of his Sith master, most of Moor's body has become a network of scars. His face in particular was badly damaged, the entire right side was left completely paralyzed and a large tear in the flesh of his cheek reveals the teeth beneath, left that way on purpose by his tormentors. Moor's thin face, once weather-beaten and now drained of almost all colour, often holds a bleak expression and is topped by his long dark brown, greasy hair, which drops from his head in no particular style. He has a thin nose and lips with a narrow jawline. When he speaks, which is not often, it is with a quiet, almost whisper like tone that possesses a slightly robotic tint thanks to the speech module that helps compensate for his damaged vocal cords. His eyes are an intense pale grey colour and have dark shadows under them constantly. His build is small and wiry, and he moves in long, silent strides. Most of the time, Moor wears a simple, featureless mask-like helm that dulls bright lights to protect his sensitive eyes and hides his mutilated face. He usually dons a tight fitting body glove, often avoiding loose clothing to lower chances of snagging it or making excess noise. He always carries some sort of secondary eye protection in case his mask is damaged or taken, usually in the form of polarized goggles. Personality Profile When first encountering Moor, most would not think much of him. They might see a young man, back to a corner and that blank mask turning to watch them. They might get the impression of a bird, ready to take flight the moment something comes too close. They might, should they be capable of delving into his mind, get a feeling of great fear coming from him, an aura so strong that it could have been mistaken for an inferno. They might consider him timid and weak, and put him from their minds as an completely unremarkable creature. But it would be a bad idea to dismiss the young Sith as powerless or nonthreatening. For the fear that eats at Moor's diseased spirit also feeds him, giving him a terrible strength that drives him ever forwards. This, of course, is if they even notice him at all. Moor takes great measures to remain in the background, out of sight and mind of those surrounding him. Where he can watch unseen... and wait. Moor's fear and pain has twisted his mind and world view. At his core, he is and always will be a survivor. Only, where the Jedi once sought to insert the desire to help others, he now feels only the urge to struggle to the top of the food chain, even should that mean consuming others to do so. The weak die. The strong live. The urge to survive and the fear of failure in survival pushes him onward to kill and acquire power. In combat, he is a vicious and ferocious creature, often taking his foes off-guard and slaughtering them while they are unbalanced. However, it should be mentioned that he derives no pleasure from the act of killing or the causing of harm. At most, when a life is snuffed from existence at his hands, he may feel a sense of relief. One less person that might threaten his position on the Chain, one less threat in a galaxy of dangerous beings. He takes pain that he himself suffers with the same thing in mind; it is a reminder that he is still alive, still struggling to climb higher. The hard-won instincts from his life has taught him the patience of a hunter. How to meld with the shadows. When to strike at the right time to get the kill. In his mind, each death he causes puts him higher up the chain of survival and so no trick, no matter how dirty or low, is off the table. It also left him with a strong sense of independence, fiercely relying on no-one but himself and giving him a powerful distrust of everyone and everything. When pushed to reveal himself to others with a connection to the Force, his presence can be especially jarring. When the shroud is dropped and he is shown to others like him, everything about Moor simply feels wrong; the Force around him feels cracked, tattered and frayed, as if he was cloaked in shattered glass. Even non-Force sensitives can find his presence unnerving or off-putting, things that Moor does not hesitate to utilise in his specialised field of murder. While he has skills that allow him to move unseen and undetected, when put to violence Moor can easily traumatise his opponents with his skills in the Force. Sending a wave of terror out to plague their minds and then feeding on the results to strengthen himself, this creates a particularly brutal cycle in combat. He is no slouch with his lightsaber either, utilising his light frame to outmaneuver his targets and swiftly cut them down. Background Father • Aureal Klairn (deceased) Mother • Besial Klairn (deceased) Siblings • N/A Other Important Connections • Xierra Zalq: Previous Jedi master, fate unknown Unknown Sith Lord: First Sith Master, fate unknown (presumed dead) Unknown Alien: Assistant Trainer, fate unknown Darth Aurelius: Trainer and occasional handler Overall History • Origin And Early Years A couple of hundred years before Kol was born, a passenger carrier was attacked by pirates and had to make an emergency landing on an apparently unpopulated desert world. The passengers were forced to adapt to their new surroundings before their supplies ran out. Many of the passengers had their own set of skills and talents that they brought to the table and passed this knowledge to the other survivors so that they could assist more. Eventually they grew accustomed to the land, becoming more and more self-sufficient every day. They formed a community around the crashed ship, salvaging parts from it to make shelter and other equipment. As it turned out however, the survivors were not alone. The desert planet, named 'the Sandbox' by the settlers, was inhabited by a humanoid race covered in thick clothing that instantly attacked the settlement when it was discovered. Though they were fended off by the survivors (who's security force acted as a militia), they always kept returning to attack again. To combat this, the settlers built a makeshift wall to help defend their homes. Now that they had a sentient enemy to defend against, the security force started training the other survivors how to use blasters and other weapons, such as the shock poles that they had in case of a fight on the decks. Over time, the survivors became tougher and more hardened against the horrors they had endured. Several generations were raised to the same standard of self-sufficiency, taught to fight and survive the harsh environment and constant attacks. They occasionally fought back against the aliens on their own grounds, ambushing them up close or sniping them from long distances. When they started to run low on ammunition despite making every shot count, the settlers scavenged the alien's guns and learned to use them. But time took it's toll and eventually the settler's numbers began to dwindle until only a handful remained. Among them, Kol Klairn was born. Survival had, by this point, become paramount and so the settlers were forced to leave behind their homes since their numbers were too few to defend it from the aliens that they had dubbed as 'Raiders'. Becoming nomads in such a hot climate was not easy, but over the centuries the settlers had learned how to endure, adapt and live through such harsh exposure. They had to fight a type of gorilla warfare with the Raiders, baiting them when they spotted a patrol and ambushing them. They needed every man, woman and able child to assist in these fights just to survive, and as such Kol was molded into a capable combatant, despite his young age. What surprised the settlers is just how quickly Kol picked up the skills for battle. Although he was still a far cry from a real soldier in skill, he seemed to have an instinct for when to fight, where to strike or shoot to guarantee that a Raider fell. When it came to hiding, he came close to discovery several times only for a Raider to miss him completely, as if it could not see him. They grew to respect the young boy's words of warning whenever he uttered them and there were many times the child's instincts saved the settlers from an ambush or a patrol, giving them the edge that the more experienced men could use to set up their own attacks. When Kol was five, the settlers saw something crash into the sands. Advancing cautiously, they found several cloaked figures exiting a damaged ship and under attack from the Raiders. This was the first time that the boy had met anyone outside the settlers group and had no idea who or what Jedi where. Sneaking around, the small group of desert settlers attacked the Raider's rear flank at close quarters using makeshift weapons, killing five of the aliens before they even knew they were being ambushed. Kol himself killed a Raider with a shiv when the alien was about to shoot one of the Jedi in the back. It was quickly over, with the few remaining Raiders fleeing back into the desert. Requesting aid, the small Jedi group soon realized that they would have to give something back if they wanted help. The abandoned cruiser ship that the settlers had originally come from had some weapons hidden on board that they would require, as well as the spare parts needed to fix the Jedi's damaged ship. They agreed to guide the Jedi to the ship if they helped them gain access to the weapons stash when they got there. They reached an agreement and started towards the old ship. Unfortunately, the old ship was now deep in Raider territory and they would have to sneak through if they wanted any chance of getting what they needed. Used to this, the settlers had no trouble in stealthily making there way. However, when they had collected all they needed, one of the Jedi dropped a piece of equipment, drawing the attention of the Raiders. They came en mass to kill them, but the settlers now had working guns to fend them off. The way back to the Jedi's vessel was longer than before now that they were fighting every step of the way. The Jedi stood at the rear of the group deflecting the Raider's fire while the settlers sniped them from behind their lightsaber barrier, but they still started to slowly succumb to the heavy level of blaster fire. One of the Jedi and over three quarters of the settlers were dead by the time they reached the ship and when the remaining Jedi had made the repairs all of the settlers had perished. Except for one little boy hidden behind a pile of dead bodies, still taking potshots with his rifle propped up on the dead. The Jedi pulled Kol onto the ship and launched, escaping the wrath of the Raiders. There was a slight debate between the two remaining Jedi about what to do with the child. One of them, the younger of the two, wanted to take him to the Temple for training since he could feel the Force working within the boy. But the older one was unsure due to Kol's age and the fact he had killed all those Raiders without an ounce of remorse. She felt that it would not take too much to corrupt the child into falling to the Dark Side. In the end however, they took the boy to the Temple to be trained on the argument that without the guidance and tutelage of the Jedi he might fall to the darkness anyway. Training As A Jedi Youngling Accepted for training, the young Kol did not settle in with the other children very well. Most found his appearance to be a bit odd, with his sun-goggles protecting his sensitive eyes and his thick clothing, worn even on hot days. Others found that being around him made them uneasy, others were just plain scared of him. He was definitely a breed apart from his peers, who Kol considered to be too soft due to the comforts they were given, such as fresh food and comfy beds (Kol found it almost impossible to sleep on a mattress, tearing it out and sleeping on the frame). He made no friends in the Temple, keeping to himself and focused his studying. As the years passed, he became well known among his peers as a decent lightsaber user, although they often made fun of him behind his back at his less than impressive skills in using the Force. While Kol rarely cared what others thought of him, he admitted to himself that they still had a point. He increased his efforts in training, though his skills in manipulating the Force were never quite as level his peers. Nearing his thirteenth year, Kol was at the limit of his time in the Temple and awaited to be chosen by another Jedi for training, or to be shipped away to one of the corps should he be found wanting. Time As A Padawan After the evacuation of Rhen Var, Kol and many of the other younglings were transported to the temple on Taris. It was here that the Jedi Knight Xierra Zalq discovered him while he meditated under a tree. They talked a while, with the Jedi curious about why the other potentials avoided him. After they spoke, she offered to take him on as her Padawan and he accepted. They made their way to the temple on Coruscant to officiate their new positions. While there, Kol found the place rather disturbing; the large amount of life and energy of the Temple and the planet itself was a completely new experience for him and he found utterly unsettling. After speaking with his master about this, the two went about in training Kol in the ways of the Jedi and the Force. However, as time passed, his master found that his connection to the Force seemed too weak to continue training as a Jedi. Whether due to his age or through the trauma of his life before being delivered to the temple, the young boy did not appear to have the capability nor the temperament to finish his training. As such, Zalq saw to reassigning Kol to one of the corps. Parting from his erstwhile master and boarding a transport, Kol faced this outcome with the same quiet resignation with which he faced the rest of the universe's trials. Little did he know that this decision, no matter how well intentioned, would shove him body and soul down a wholly different and darker path. Capture And Re-education During transit, the vessel that was carrying the young failed Jedi came under attack by slavers. The lightning raid was well done and the men swiftly disable the ship. Some fought back, including Kol. Most were killed. Kol was nearly among their number, sustaining a vicious wound that tore open his cheek and damaged his throat. As the slavers made their way through the galaxy to sell off the fruits of their labour, Kol's health began to deteriorate. Infection soon set into the wounds he had gained trying to fight off the men and the slavers had not the supplies or inclination to heal him. Eventually it got so bad that he could barely eat and he lost the use of his voice completely. His dark salvation came as the vessel finally came to stop at a planet that had a market for slaves. Hauled off the ship in a cage with the others the slavers had captured and almost too weak to fight back, Kol was paraded around in front of prospective buyers of all shapes and sizes, until a moment arrived when he saw a chance of escape. One of the clients asked the slaves to be taken out of the cage so that he could take a better look at them and the thugs complied, confident that the people inside were all too hungry or ill to put up much of a fight. A slaver turned his back on Kol while the leader tried to haggle with the customer and it was then that the failed Jedi struck. Swiping a blade from the slaver's belt and sliding it between his ribs, the weak boy attempted to make a break for it despite knowing that, in his sickened state, he had little chance of really escaping. He was stopped before he had taken more than a dozen steps, not by the slavers but by the customer who had been inspecting the people for sale. The person swiftly disabled the boy with a few strikes and, as the darkness enveloped him, he heard a voice state "he'll do". When Kol awoke, he found himself strapped to a table with his protective goggles removed. Bright lights were trained on him and he could barely even squint they hurt his sensitive eyes so much. A voice, so warped in his fevered delirium that he could not even tell if it was a man or a woman, began asking him questions and, when he did not answer, fired lightning at him as encouragement. This went on for a day or two until he opened his mouth to speak... only for nothing to come out save for a rasping choke, a memento from the injury gained at the slavers hands. Knowing that he had lost some kind of battle, Kol felt a sharp pain as a needle was inserted into his arm and the world went black. Coming to, he felt a dull pain around his throat as the voice started up again. Kol's mind seemed clearer and his fever seemed to have broken, but the voice still seemed impossible to place as male or female, as if signals in his brain were muffling it. It spoke Basic, and asked him questions about his life. He tried not to answer and was rewarded once more with lightning. And he screamed. Not a rasping expulsion of air, a full bodied screech of pain, albeit tinted with a flat and robotic tone. It did not take long for him to break; at most it was a few days, although to the boy it seemed to go on for years. When at the very edge of crumbling, the Sith entered the chamber. They claimed that the boy had disappointed them, that they had thought that he had some hidden potential, a talent for survival, but that they must have been mistaken. The figured pulled a lightsaber from their belt and advanced. The boy finally snapped. The fear in his mind that he had kept at bay for so long shoved into the forefront of his mind. He felt his mind recoil, reverting back to his childhood in the Sandbox when all there was was fear and death. The Sith's hidden features morphed into the face of a Raider, glaring at him, seeking out a victim. And then Kol did something he had not done for a long time, not since the Jedi claimed him and tried to instill their philosophies upon him. In his head, something slid into place, almost with an audible click. The Sith paused, the weapon inches from Kol's throat. The Lord had felt it, that little click in the mind of the young man, and knew that they had been victorious. The Sith nodded, once. "I knew you had potential", the voice said. Months passed. The boy, broken down into the most base creature so easily by the Sith, was slowly rebuilt into something much different. The connection he previously had to the Force, weak through inexperience then neutered and confused by Jedi philosophy, began to reform, stronger than before. The Sith identified the strongest part of Kol's psyche: the need to survive. Using that, the Lord twisted the failed Jedi to push himself to become more powerful. The Lord encouraged the boy to embrace his fear, claiming that in all the Universe, fear was the most powerful driving force that existed and that he should use it to both empower his determination and disguise his intent. Training at the foot of the unknown Sith on the space ship that they had imprisoned him on, Kol dedicated himself to climbing the Chain: the higher he climbed the Chain, the fewer the beings in the Universe that could consume him. His new master was harsh and unforgiving, their methods brutal, but under their tutelage Kol learned to better harness his powers in the Force. His master taught him several techniques that the boy would have never known existed under the Jedi; foremost among them was the skill of lowering his presence in the Force so to further bolster his ability to move unnoticed, and the ability to feed off other people's negative emotions. Most of the young man's other training was on lightsaber forms, and on learning to throw sentient lifeforms into chaos using brutal psychological and terror tactics. To this aim, the Sith Lord brought in a strange alien, large in stature and stern in manner. The alien's training was just as merciless as the Sith's, but the young man learned many things from the creature. Surprisingly, the training regime also included lesson on language, one of which was the alien's own tongue. A couple of years went by with nothing but training to fulfill him. Occasionally, the Sith Lord who bought him gave him tests like interrogating a prisoner or entering part of the vessel that he should not have access to. But most of his time and energy went into sharpening his skills, his fear granting him a focus that shoved all other concerns into the background. The Sith even presented him a gift after successfully performing one of these tasks: a mask-like helmet, plain in appearance but one that hid his damaged face and shielded his eyes from the light that left him half blind. The Loss Of His New Master, And His Reassignment Almost twenty four months to the day when he was brought to his new station, a new challenge presented itself; something went wrong with the ship. Kol never found out if it was just a major malfunction, an attack, or outright sabotage, but the cause concerned him little as the craft began exploding around his ears. Snatching up his helm and a sharpened piece of metal he kept hidden under his bunk, he made his way to an escape pod. Moving stealthily as he always did, he entered the small pod and began the sequence to fire it away when he heard the stamping of feet nearby. Slipping from sight behind a small alcove, the robed figure rushed into the tiny space, almost bumping into the unseen boy. Pulling speed from his flare of fear, Kol struck out and hit the person square in the throat with his hand. The stranger fell back, choking from the attack but still reaching into the folds of his clothes for something. A weapon. Kol was faster, lancing forward with his makeshift knife and sliding it proficiently passed his foe's ribs and into their heart. They slumped dead at his feet and Kol (after ensuring they were actually dead) strapped into a seat without a second thought of the life he had just snuffed out. He floated around in the pod for some hours with no-one for company but the corpse. With little else to do, he searched the body and discovered something he had not expected. A lightsaber. Retrieval and Reintegration It was not long before another Imperial vessel came along to snap up the surviving crew. When the troopers opened the pod, they had just enough time to register a red light before they died. It was not as hard as he initially thought it would be to blend in on the ship. As it turned out, it was carrying many other Sith and Imperial troops to the Ojoster Sector. The name was familiar: it was the sector that housed Taris, the place where his former master had taken him as her Padawan. He appreciated the way the universe came back around. The ship he was on was taking part on a strike against a space station and Kol played his part in the act, slipping past the chaos and fighting to sabotaging the stations orbital stabilisers. His experience upon the station made it clear his training was far complete; his mind and senses were still immensely fractured by the vicious sequence of events that led him to falling to the Dark Side, and his years of work upon the Sith Lord's erstwhile vessel had hardly improved his mental state. After the battle, Kol was sent to Korriban for further training. There the young Sith learned more of the ways of the Dark Side, his previous experiences lending him much expertise into moving unseen and removing targets without notice. In time, Kol was sent out into the galaxy to kill and he was responsible for the assassinations of several Republic officials and Jedi until the war came to an uneasy close. Recalled to the Empire, Kol awaited new instructions and targets, as well as opportunities to gain more power for himself. After all, peace may have come to the galaxy, but the Climb is eternal and it would be only a matter of time before conflict blossoms anew. He was soon knighted and given his Sith name. Kol Klairn was now completely gone. Knight Moor now stood in his place. |
