Silhouette: Drace Jager

[♫ Drace ♫]

⌈Period of Confession⌋: Chapter interval from birth-age of Five (5)

●⌈Arc I⌋: The Beginning


Coruscant, a planet considered the most valuable and significant establishment within the galaxy. Home to copious inhabitants of numerous diverse species; home to both political leaders, and scandalous advocates; there were also those who sought obliteration, and those who sought sanctuary. Mylos Jager, an established Jedi Knight had committed a crime punishable by banishment, that being falling in love. Aware of the consequences that could follow and or transpire, Mylos sought to gain the power and bravery needed to shelter his loved ones; this however was the beginning of his inevitable demise.

Mylos, though self-assured in his certainty with the force came to the realization that he wouldn’t ceaselessly be accepted within the Jedi order. However his love would eclipse his logical and rational thought process; over the course of what seemed to be an eternity, Mylos searched for the best doable future that could bring both his obligation and love together collectively. However nothing communicated with one-another, soon bringing both uncertainty and antipathy to Mylos; this would soon build up into revulsion and envy. Louisa was her name, the women who mended the heart of Mylos and soon became his first love, and thus the motive for disobeying the Jedi Order.

Louisa and Mylos were jointly able to secrete the clandestine of their love from the Jedi for a number of years until a abrupt defect arose and thus Kon’ial Regergx, another Knight within the Jedi order found out. Knowing full well that the sensible and most coherent action to take was to tell the Order directly, Kon’ial made his way to the Temple, only to be confronted by Mylos. As Mylos attempted reasoning with Kon’ial it was obvious that nothing was to be gained and if not bunged, the secret of Louisa would be jeopardized; this eventually infuriated Mylos and soon he attacked Kon’ial in blind rage. Kon’ial was staggered that one such as Mylos would attack him placed the Jedi at a great disadvantage and within moments Kon’ial was stroke down by the plasmid beam of Mylos’s Lightsaber.

Mylos had regressed from his incensed state soon realized that he had slain one of his own and soon retreated to Louisa. It was palpable that once the execution of Kon’ial had surfaced, it wouldn’t be long before it was traced back to Mylos thus leading to the untimely escape from the planet with Louisa. Until the scheduled departure, both Louisa and Mylos had to act accordingly, both denying ever knowing one-another, as well as seeing or even contacting Kon’ial on that auspicious night. Mylos was promptly drifting from the light, and soon found himself without an ally. His belief in the Jedi destabilized and soon he required an innovative power, one that could unite both him and his Louisa without corollary, the dark side.

Agreed upon by both Mylos and Louisa, the Jedi would soon return to the Temple. However to his astonishment, the death of Kon’ial had already been discovered and soon an investigation was issued. All Jedi were ordered to stay on patrol for the fear that a formable adversary had entered Coruscant, oblivious that the very peril was Mylos himself. The issued dominion made exodus near impossible due to the actuality that if he were to leave, suspension would surely arise and Mylos would become a primary suspect. Delivering the news to Louisa, Mylos expected a more exasperated reaction; Louisa delivered quite the opposite.

Louisa was awfully uncomfortable with the sudden events that had transpired within the past few days and soon she became bemused. Her doubts were not in Mylos, however in his plans; it was infrequent to escape the grasp of the Jedi Order, and this was coupled with the sin in which Mylos had committed. Hesitant on what to do, Mylos was forced to continue recurrently regularly the temple, attending routine meetings and assembles. Attentive of the reasons behind such reoccurring gatherings of the Jedi, Mylos had his best effort to attend them all. It was obvious that the Jedi wanted both an evaluation of all the Jedi, but more importantly the information that they may or may have not held.

Days faded pass and soon the Jedi were drawing near in their investigation. Slowly the clues projected traced back to Mylos; besmirched by his own fixation with egoistically saving himself and Louisa, Mylos had strayed beyond the point of salvation, he had turned. Twelve days following Kon’ial’s slay, Louisa rested serenely at her home within the imperial city as she was soon greeted by two Jedi. It would seem as Louisa was suspected of being an acquaintance of Mylos and was questioned rather severely. The Jedi attempted to salvage any adequate information from Louisa; however the endeavor was futile as she merely answered the questions circuitously. Mylos now at the Temple had found himself thinking rather alarming thoughts; his killing intent grew and soon he knew that at least one more Jedi would have to follow in Kon’ial’s place before exiling himself and Louisa from Coruscant.

After leaving the Temple, Mylos would soon make his way back to Louisa, or so he’d thought. On his way to meet Louisa, Mylos was once again blocked; however this time it was by two Jedi. Mylos knew unerringly why the sudden occurrence of the two Jedi arose, but instead of giving away the obvious, he would play along. After a succinct conversation, Mylos took a few stepped back as the two Jedi revealed that evidence had surfaced that concluded Mylos to be Kon’ial’s Murderer, and thus the Jedi were commanded to transport Mylos to the Temple for his court hearing, alive preferably. However death wasn’t illicit and soon the three Jedi drew there lightsabers, Mylos prepared to defend himself; it had finally come to this.

Mylos and the two Jedi entered in a dread clash; the evident numbers played a major factor as the two Jedi seemed to have the upper-hand during the beginning of the dispute. However there was one tool that Mylos held that neither of the Jedi did, and that was the Dark Side. Tapping into the dark, caustic intentions of the force, Mylos executed one of the Jedi with a potent Force choke; a master of telekinesis, this feat wasn’t unfeasible to Mylos. The other Jedi was leisurely assassinated using alternative methods, however not before being psychologically toyed with by Mylos. Having now committed high-treason against the Jedi Order and the Republic, Mylos knew tonight was the night that he and Louisa needed to leave the planet if they ever hoped to be with one-another.

Mylos had finally returned to Louisa’s home, his body plush in fresh wounds from his previous battle and his level of exhaustion near peak. Louisa had taken the liberty to have a lesser carrier ship ready for launch; however to her surprise she would be leaving alone. While she was within the cockpit, Mylos was stabbed by a Jedi who had been scouting Louisa’s home, his Lightsaber impaling Mylos’s torso. More concerned with seeking immediate medical attention for Mylos, the Jedi quickly apprehended the rouge Mylos and fled back to the Temple aid. Louisa petrified and perplexed closed the hangar without Mylos and ascended into the skies were she had fled Coruscant, leaving behind Mylos, but taking something far more important, her unborn child.

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●⌈Arc II⌋: Genesis-Drace

Months and months had passed since the horrid incident on Coruscant occurred and as Mylos intended, Louisa had escaped and while now on the planet Ryloth Louisa and her newborn child Drace sought to begin anew. On the homeland of the Twi'lek, Drace and Louisa were direct targets of prejudice by the ignorant. Still an infant, Drace couldn’t comprehend such offensive actions of hate, however Louisa could. Starting a new life without Mylos seemed to occasionally take its toll on Louisa, some days she’d be as active as her youngling, and others as tired as an elderly women.

Times were unusually jagged for the two, not having enough leisure time to herself due to Drace; Louisa was only able to work part-time in a local tavern. Her job was rigid, if it wasn’t the unremitting eruptions of unjust and discourteous taunting it was the pay that resembled that of rubbish piece of paper. Louisa worked rigorously, however her pay reflected that as if she’d never worked. Money, food, resources, all scarce and without the essential and fundamental requirements for life, Louisa and Drace were forced to leave their home, evicted from the land and forced to sleep on the streets. Gathering only the necessary items from their small cabin Louisa carried her child and soon drifted aimlessly along the cool pungent streets, her hate and resentment growing ever so rapidly as she did so.

After losing her home and having no one to watch Drace, Louisa was required to renounce her already absurdly low-paying job to tend to her son. With absolutely no income and no means to purchase food, or supplies both Louisa and Drace found themselves salvaging scarps and left-over’s from local diners and bars. Days, weeks, even months passed and still nothing was gained, but rather taken from the two. Louisa’s wellbeing was depleting as she barely ate, all the edible foods was given to Drace which left nearly nothing for Louisa. This style of living wasn’t even considered below-average, it was far worse; no human or species at all should have to live such a life and the thought of it doing it alone, without Mylos haunted Louisa every night.

Now two (2), Drace found himself exhibiting a number of natural human functions, passed scrawling, the young human exceeded his initial stage of travel and began to walk. Drace, thought not able to comprehend most of anything that Louisa said still could speak, using simple words like “yes”, or “no”. Even a number of phrases were unlocked by Drace: examples are “Me hungry” indicating his hunger for food, “I made a mistake” indicating his absence of a toilet, and finally “I love you.” Indicating his love for his mother….And the beginning of his dark future; noteworthy growth- rate and Louisa could already see physical components on Drace that featured his father.

The streets of Ryloth had come much more atrocious and vindictive since Louisa’s first landing and soon the need for food became tedious. Louisa and Drace had to sneak for food to avoid a number of cruel acts that the commoners would be ever so willing to commit for the slightest quantity of food. Some nights both Drace and Louisa would return to their alleyway bruised and food-less; they were constantly attacked by the locals and robbed of whatever they searched for. These acts of villainous intentions soon began to spawn a hatred within the young heart of Drace; never did he enjoy watching his mother be tortured and at one point it would become too much.

Now four (4), Drace was able to comprehend on a more cultured level; though he never legitimately started the lesser ranks of schooling, his mother wouldn’t allow unawareness to obscure her son and thus taught him as needed. Since the two spent much of the day together, Louisa was able to instruct her child more then a school could and more efficiently. Drace understood the world and the galaxy on a novice level; however his acumen wouldn’t be faulted by the unwholesome living conditions that he and his mom had grown so accustomed to. With the bringing of age, Drace’s abhorrence for virtually everything grew; everyday was the same as the last. The number of superfluous assaults on Drace and Louisa became horrendous; and to the Twi’lek locals, the next pasting would be their last.

One night, the rain fell bizarrely harder then usually; the alleyways quickly were submerged in a trivial flood. Louisa and Drace soon sought a higher plateau; this was interrupted by a two drunken humans. Louisa was particularly beautiful for her age and the adverse effects of being itinerant didn’t diminish her exterior to the point of cruelty and soon the drunks wanted to take advantage of a destitute beauty. The muggers were so fascinated by Louisa and apparently under the influence of their intoxicating beverages, Drace seemed undetected and there he watched his mother being sexually molested by the two.

It couldn’t he held back any longer, Drace had reached a point of resentment that had seemed to control his rational mind. Draped in nothing but saturated, tattered robes and cloths, Drace attempted a frontal rush at the two but before making it anywhere, the auburn haired child give off a throbbing shriek as he fell to the ground, tumbling over a mound of trashcans and boxes. The commotion had alerted the two muggers and soon they released their grasp on Louisa and made their way towards Drace. The smaller of the two aggressors approached first, very maladroit in his approach and vulnerable, Drace soon crawled back against the wall. As the smaller male lowered his body in attempts to grab Drace, he almost immediately fell to the ground and in his eye a large flake of glass.

Stabbing one of the two aggressors, Drace hastily pulled the glass from his casualty and made his way towards the larger ruffian. However this one wasn’t going to be as easy, the thug was well aware that the kid was coming and before Drace was able to raise his hand, he was knocked a few feet back by a potent plunge of the thug’s arm. Still small and frail, Drace was already severely wounded and could scarcely defend himself; this wouldn’t stop the thug as he made his way towards Drace, holding a steel club and with the intentions of severing his head from his shoulders. Gradually get back on his feet, Drace attempted to shamble away, however his body in pain, and the assaulter close in range; nothing seemed to be going as planned and if it wasn’t for the hasty yelp from the Thug, Drace wouldn’t have known what to do.

Louisa had impetuously tossed one of the trashcans at the back of the mugger’s head which opened an opportunity for Drace to capitalize. Picking up the stained glass flake, Drace used the remainder of his energy to leap forward, jabbing the glass into the spinal; region of the thug, followed by his plummeting to the ground and Drace rolling into a large puddle of water. Louisa as most “good” mothers would do ran to her child, attempting to tend to his wounds, to her surprise, Drace’s right arm was dislocated and his face and chest crammed with numerous scarps and scars.

As Louisa began to help her son up, from her peripheral vision, she instantly noticed one the larger thug slowly crawling towards them. So he wasn’t killed by her son’s attack, and without hesitation, she began scrumming the floors for another tool. Picking up a steel pipe that lied only a few feet away, Louisa turned around and began to frantically bash the cranium of the thug inwards; killing him without dithering. Ransacking the two deceased corpses, Louisa found a sizeable amount of funds as well as an identification card and keys to a ship.

Louisa knew that if the murders were traced back to her and Drace they would certainly be executed and so it was once again time to leave this world and journey to a new. Drace and Louisa had traveled to the ship docks in search of the stationed vessel; Drace being carried for palpable reasons, Louisa was seemingly exhausted until they had found the ship. This was accomplished by matching the credentials of the pilot and the actual name of the craft which was engraved onto a keychain. Boarding the ship, Louisa had broke down into tears, this experience was vaguely similar to that 5 years ago and brought back a profusion of dreadful memories. However for the security of both her and her son, she used her moderate pilot skills to fly the craft to its predestined coordinates. This however would lead the two into their destiny and ultimately bring Drace with the truth of his past and his future.

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●⌈Arc III⌋: Enter Coruscant, a personal Vendetta

During the travel to whose knows were, Drace and Louisa both fell unconscious, the cause, their various injures. While comatose, the starship had entered the stratosphere of Coruscant, their home planet. During descent, Louisa was woken by the tumult of three separate ships and their Com links; Louisa was entering a restricted region of Coruscant and was ordered to emergency land for inspection of the ship. Landing the stolen ship, Louisa opened the hangar, ignorant of what was to come and as the republic officers boarded, Louisa once again fell to her own limitation, falling unconscious once more.

Drace had finally awakened, but to his disclosure not in the Ship, however in what seemed to be a therapeutic facility. Drace, perplexed and somewhat alarmed exited from the bed; but his movements were partial. His body was still rather fragile and a number of supports and medical apparatus were applied to his body. Looking around the room, Drace noticed that his mother was resting on the other-side of the room, sleeping calmly under a blanket and with her placate, Drace found his. Getting back into the comfort of his bed, Drace jumped slightly as a knock caught his attention and his he placed his site on the door, it gradually began to open, entering was what seemed to be a consultant.

Upon entering the room, Drace began to inch underneath his blanket; the man was a Jedi Healer and soon reassured the young child, giving news that he along with a small fraction of staff nursed him back to health. A conversation has sparked and Drace took a unforeseen interest in what the Healer was telling him. After a few blood tests and medicinal physicals, it was revealed that Drace had a Midi-chlorian beyond that of the typical human, reaching an estimated count of 9, 2000. Bemused on what was going on, and what was actually being said, Drace simply acted impassively and gave a pseudo smile. Too young and uninformed to what Midi-Chlorian counts meant, Drace simply wanted to not interrupt the healer and enjoy the fleeting peace in which he’d provided in the facility.

Leaving both Drace and his mother in the chamber, the Jedi Healer exited the room, only to be confronted by two Jedi. It would seem that the Midi-Chlorian echelon that the boy possessed intrigued the Order and future preparation for potentially allowing Drace to join the ranks of Jedi were at hand. The healer revealed one disconcerting factor however; while conversing with Drace, the Healer sensed a strong sentiment of hatred and resentment. As disturbing as the information was, the Jedi knew that they couldn’t allow the dark side of the force to contaminate such a child and soon made their way back to the Temple to give their report. As they did so, the Healer needed to know more of the child’s past and sought to personally speak with Louisa once she came to.

Louisa finally woke from her negligible slumber, and as she did so, the Jedi Healer was there. Expecting an interrogation of some sorts, Louisa was most content to know that the Jedi only wanted to know more about Drace. Feeling a sense of security within the Jedi, maybe it was Jedi illusion or simply empathy in which the man expressed, Louisa confessed everything. Traumatized by the level of psychological pain that had potentially struck the child; the Jedi was more so dazed to hear the name of his father, Mylos Jager. After giving away the name of Drace’s father, the Healer informed Louisa of his escape which transpired more then a year ago.

As the two conversed, they expected Drace was sleeping. However this wasn’t the case as he was simply silent, hiding underneath his bedspread. After five years of living without the reflection of a father, Drace finally had a slight glimpse of hope for one day meeting him. After the exiting of the Healer, Drace immediately but intriguingly confronted his mother about Mylos; Louisa knew that she couldn’t conceal him from the truth forever and soon made her way towards his bed, and as she did so, she thoroughly explained the condition of what happened so long ago, and why he was strained to live the way he did.

Drace hadn’t felt such hatred since the unpleasant incident on Ryloth until now. The Jedi Order had taken away something that’s irreplaceable, and for what, love? A natural sensation that all humans could experience given the right circumstances; the Jedi actually practiced such a regulation? They would rather have impassive soldiers of brutality and dread then the phenomenon of life itself? Drace had now realized that the Jedi were scum and his mind was set on not joining them, but gain his ultimate vengeance, manifesting his personal vendetta.

Weeks had passed since Drace and Louisa were transported to the Medical administrative center and by order of the republic; the two were released, along with the details of their identities. The Jedi sought to use this atypical occasion to aid in finding and recapturing Mylos. Though the contemplation of him actually dying within the year was more the adequate, the fact was that if he was alive, he would find his family and with the discharge of such information it would only be a matter of time. The Jedi tried their best to both defend and care for the family of two. However neither Louisa nor Drace would reconcile with the Order. The reasons were more then obvious and given the right stipulations, anyone would possibly do the same.

The Jedi Order continued their investigation on Louisa and Drace; nothing changed and they were still without Mylos. Louisa tried to keep her household as ordinary as possible, still educating her soon with more advanced and literate lessons. Drace now five was use to his mother’s teachings and could really care less, his mind was clouded by the thoughts of meeting his father and the revenge he would take upon the Jedi for exiling and imprisoning him. Neither having friends or a social status, Drace was commonly referred to as quiet and shy. However most couldn’t understand what he had gone threw in his life; that was the difference between the rest, and him.

A gentle night consumed the skies as Louisa and Drace had apparently stayed home to enjoy each others company. This was much like their time on Ryloth, added that their in a house and actually have the paraphernalia’s and products needed to survive. Outside of the home stood three Jedi, sent to watch over the two just in case Mylos decided to divulge himself. However they spent most of their time just sitting around and conversing between one-another; all seemed blissful. However this moment of peace would soon be disturbed as a substantial explosion erupted, destroying the house and assumingly all within or nearby. The flames generated lit the skies and approaching from afar was a figured, draped in chaste black and only its silhouette to give away its humanoid outline.

Morning had emerged and the flames were extinguished. Several republic officers and medical advisors scanned the area. Finding all three Jedi scorched to death, this rose suspension to how the two within the house fended. After thoroughly searching the remains of a blistered residence, Louisa was found, both legs broken and her eyes permanently damaged beyond repair. However Drace was no where to be found; Louisa was immediately rushed to the infirmary once more and a city-wide search was issued to find Drace, however at no ones prevail.

The beginning of his transformation...........

[♫ Drace ♫]

⌈Period of Acceptance⌋: Time interval age five (5) - fifteen (15)

●⌈Arc I⌋: Reunion, Preparation



Drace had lastly regained consciousness, strangely not in the medical sanatorium. Instead, the child found himself in what seemed to be a dim, trodden cavern which was evident by the rock construction of the walls. Mutedly lit, Drace could barely decipher his surroundings, this however didn’t render his optical awareness as in the far corner, rested a shrouded figure. Ignorant to the identity of the masked adversary, Drace pulled himself together and attempted to find an exit. This was halted by the sound of a matured voice, slowly the cloaked individual turning around revealing a masculine appeal. alarmed and confused, Drace’s body wouldn’t budge, he stood frozen as the cloaked personality approached; leisurely closing the distance between the two, and soon he removed his hood, and exposed his name, Mylos Jager.

Words couldn’t systematize the emotions that were pulsing threw Drace’s mind once Mylos acknowledged himself: rage, regret, uncertainty, and for arguably the first time in his life, completion. Drace hadn’t felt such assorted and intricate emotions. Nevertheless for someone who has just met the man responsible for their birth for the first time, Drace wasn’t as content. Drace instinctually ran for Mylos, attempting to tackle his father and hopefully knock him down. This plan was dejectedly flawed, and easily avoided as Mylos simply side-stepped. Falling to ground due to his lack of balance, Drace sighed absurdly as Mylos chuckled quietly under his breath. A matter that seemed humorous at the moment changed severely as Drace returned to his feet, his face filthy, and his eyes vacant.

Mylos could fell the despondency and hate that leaked threw his impassive facial expression. It was both startling and poignant to see a child with so much hate in their body; Mylos’s son had already without experiencing the prime climax of his life found the true meaning to all, and that was everything ended with sorrow. Though consumed with a similar odium and disregard for generally everything, Mylos was still a father above and couldn’t bear to allow his son to continue on without the truth. After Drace calmed down, Mylos sat his sound down, there the two began a simple conversation; above that conversely, Mylos explained the events that had emerged more then five ago, and why he wasn’t able to stay with his Drace and his mother.

The elucidation was more then overwhelming Mylos’s deliberately articulated all sides to give Drace a better understanding. Expressing the cruelties and choices which led to Drace’s birth; Mylos overall gave his son exactly what he needed to hear. If Drace didn’t detest the Jedi before, his mind now had a new objective, and that was the permanent annihilation of the Jedi Order, along with their egotistical set of laws. As the two continued to speak, Mylos could sense a quiescent power that resided within his son and soon realized that his son’s force-sensitivity was awakening. This brought Mylos to asking a rather peculiar and completely unusual question, one referring to learning the ways of the Force under Mylos’s coaching. Drace meekly accepted his father’s offer this however came without knowing precisely what the force was and how it could aid him in the completion of his imminent vengeance.

Mylos being a former Jedi Knight of the Republic could virtually teach Drace everything of Jedi. However his alignment with his emotions and more-so the force spanned further towards Mylos’s new arts. Now a versed practitioner of the more illicit aspects of the force, Mylos would shape his son into the perfect instrument which could lead to the collapse of the Jedi Order. Before Drace could essentially begin his training, Mylos knew he had to mend his son into well-health and also conduct a few medical examinations. Firstly a blood-sampling to evaluate his Midi-chlorian count, as expected it was well beyond that of a normal human. Secondly, Drace was outfitted with Mylos’s former training robes as well as treated for ailment and healed of all corporal wounds; Now Drace was ready to enter the most crucial phase of his life.

How could one master the force without knowing the origins behind such a conception, or even knowing what it was? This question brought Drace to his first lesson; Mylos soon began a methodical explanation of what the force was, what it could do, and how it was the key to his salvation. Drace was still quite young, but the concepts were ostensibly easy for him to comprehend. Thinking back to his days in the Jedi Temple, Mylos concluded that Drace caught on quicker and more accurately then the children of the Temple. The process of edification took a significant amount of time, to be more precise several months. Within this timeframe, Drace had a complete understanding of the Force and now it was time to begin the physical endurance training.

Drace under the guidance of his father was placed under a meticulous training regiment, spending most of his day either within the cavern performing fundamental exercises, or either outside running over long periods of time. Strenuous and excruciating, Drace knew that if he allowed himself to become frail, he wouldn’t become powerful enough to defeat the Jedi. To compensate for his aching body, Drace was feed well, a greater quality then back on Ryloth, also he was educated to increase his intelligence. Two factors fueled Drace’s body and mind when training, his passionate abhorrence, as well as the thought of one day being able to see his mother again.

A little over a year had passed since Drace reunited with his father and on one accidental day, Drace’s pain and hatred would reach new heights. It was mid-evening; Drace was outside his now comfortable cavern working on his dexterity when he suddenly came to a composed stop. His father who was now overlooking his actions commanded him to continue as he had two hours left, but Drace didn’t instead he asked a question. Drace had asked what happened to Louisa after the explosion back in the imperial city; Mylos wasn’t expecting such a question and soon lowered his head. Mylos walked over to his son and spoke rather forlornly, though the answer was quiet, Drace heard loud and clear. His eyes wide and his law dropped, Drace soon began to step back as tears fell swiftly down the side of his face. It would seem after the explosion the Jedi had Louisa executed for high-treason against the republic, or so Mylos told his son.

For his entire life, Drace had already been by his mother, she was there for him when no one else was, her benevolence was all that kept him from the verge of personal obliteration. With her gone, Drace was vacant, there was no single person who he’d care for as deeply as Louisa and there will be never be another. Mylos understood his child’s pain and comforted the boy with the proposal of continuing his Jedi training, to use his hatred to magnify his efforts and results. Drace had now become a child with no emotions, no fears, and no regrets; only pain and affliction, and reprisal. The continuation of Drace’s training had increased, his body was weathered with every passing day, and his mental stability was nourished with every harangue given. Slowly Drace grew, and his perpetual pain growing.

Mylos and Drace had become quite close within the short amount of time spent together. A father training his son in the same lessons that he was given so many years ago, it was odd, even to Mylos’s standards, and Drace was progressing far too rapid. One could only presume that a child with no communal life whatsoever had enough free time to train daily, but was it healthy? Mylos though to so. Being a wanted renegade meant that Mylos couldn’t allow Drace to simply wonder back into the city and knew that the two had to leave Coruscant for the time being and soon the two had ventured to a distant planet in search of a new life, free of imprisonment, and the Jedi, for the time being of course; the two set for Nar Shaddaa.

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●⌈Arc II⌋: Becoming one with the Force

Departing from the Starship, Mylos and Drace had finally entered the Nar Shaddaa system and soon sought to continue their training. There was undeniably one factor that could cause latent problems; this being the two didn’t have a home or base to conduct their practices. Nar Shaddaa had a Coruscant metropolis semblance, but its reputation strutted a place were sins was considered above-board, and slaughter, sport. To thwart any possible identification, Drace and Mylos equipped themselves with hooded robes and so walked into a neighboring tavern upon reaching the city. Children weren’t explicitly found in such a place; even so, Mylos proceeded with allowing Drace to enter under his supervision.

Within the tavern, a scent of burn proved conquering over all others and the emaciated veil of smolder obscured the surroundings. Drace was ordered to rest patiently against a wall as Mylos entered the large mass of assorted species. As Drace did as told, Mylos soon scouted the area, looking for someone who seemed affluent or expressed a prevailing supremacy over all others. This process only took several moments and soon a royally dressed elder (human) stuck out the most. Approaching the elder male, Mylos soon took his attention by tapping the man shoulder, as he turned around, Mylos chuckled and with a simple wave of his fingers and a few words, the man began to proceed to the exit. After acquiring what seemed to be his target, Mylos gathered Drace and soon made their way towards the living districts.

A saunter would have taken hours to each the destination. However the three journeyed in the elder’s vehicle; after a short trip, Drace soon looked upwards and noticed that they’ve reached a soaring structure which hosted many rooms; this was the elder’s home. Reaching the front door, Drace soon was questioned by the aged gentleman who now seemed as if he didn’t know what was going on, confused and baffled, the man soon questioned Mylos, simply asking who he was. Not even lending a word, Mylos turned around slowly, and within a fraction of a second, a intense light flashed and the elder dropped, his upper torso completely severed from the rest of his body. Drace told, near immobile as his father had just killed the mature resident in front of his eyes, and soon the child caught a glimpse of the weapon, a reduced beam sticking from a handle.

Fascinated by the light manifested blade, Drace keenly and incessantly stared at the weapon as Mylos was peculiarly raiding the corpse. Standing up with keys and credits in both hands, Mylos soon noticed his son from his peripheral-vision and soon smiled, placing the acquired goods within his robe and gradually revealing the Lightsaber once more, activating it and whirling the blade proficiency. The beam moved against the air, generating a whistling vibrate and with every rotation, Drace’s eyes circled. Mylos wasn’t surprise with his child’s impulsive interest in his weapon and proposed an offer. If Drace would without protest give the next two years of his life to physical discipline, he would then teach him how to weld such a weapon. Drace simply nodded and the two proceeded into their new residence.

Months had passed since their coming to Nar Shaddaa and the murder of the senior went disregarded, Drace was progressing and Mylos was satisfied. Continuing to nosh the hatred in Drace’s soul, Mylos would nightly take his son to onto the streets, into the lower city were the two watched innumerable crimes being committed. Mylos intended for his son to understand that offenses could go unannounced and deliberately convinced his son that the Jedi were no different from the unlawful hooligans on the Nar Shaddaa. The probing procedure wasn’t that demanding for Mylos; his son had been around a parallel environment for his entire life and could synopsize with these horrid acts profoundly. Now it was only a matter of time before his hate could be used as weapon and gives the two their retribution that they’ve sought for so long now.

As promised, Drace continued with his physical conditioning, his new methods however were of the cruelest. Physical pain was expected in the future, however Mylos wanted to condense the level of pain that Drace would acknowledge as much as possible. Drace not even seven (7) was pressed to his limitations, daily he was given routine after routine, and if he messed up or didn’t complete the appropriate amount of rotations on each, he was trodden with a broad leather whip. His beatings weren’t unremitting, but when he did get them, his body was soiled with marks, bruises and scarps. The pain sometimes even deteriorated Drace’s physical performance occasionally and when so, he was tortured more.

With every passing day, and every well-preformed exercise, Drace gradually lost the lingering fragments of his childhood. For the longest, Drace had to be the man instead of the boy, for himself and his mother. As disappointing as it was to not play with others his age or gain the appropriate edification from schooling, Drace didn’t criticize; his education though not perfected was enough to pass and his corporeal assets were at peak efficiency. A child with such potential needed to be subjugated; he needed to learn more of the dark-side. Mylos knew that his son had killed, debilitated, and betrayed; all factors of accepting the dark side and it was only anticipated that Mylos would instruct these ways to Drace.

Some days the training was less exhaustive, and others were very demanding. However consecutive training was solid: push-ups, sprints, sit-ups, and close combat training. Those were typically the calisthenics that Drace experienced on a daily basis; if not those there were also minor survival practices. These drills were executed by forcing Drace to spend the night in the lower cites, fending for himself by all means. After ending such unjust training implements, Drace would return home the casualty of ill-treatment or with blood on his hands, when allowing those who attacked him to leave seemed impractical; Drace had no choice but to end their lives. Typically using any tool at his clearance, glass, wooden sticks, or even loose metal; Drace was already ending lives with his bare-hands.

Soon enough, the child became unsociable, generally never speaking, even to Mylos. His form of communication was simple body gestures and the intermittent yes or no. Mylos had broken into Drace’s way of thinking and rearrange it the way he had intended on doing for quite some time. Drace was a subject to his father’s authority, doing only as he wished in fear that if he disobeyed, his training would end or worse. As Drace’s skills grew, Mylos became sending the child on minor scavenger missions, simple enough for a child of his standards. Recon was his area of expertise. With his size and flexibility, it was fairly easy for Drace to maneuver and travel threw small or cramped spaces. Continuing with his belligerent practice of his training, Drace was also sent on lesser assassinations; usually against smaller adversaries like animals and destitute residents.

Drace had committed to his two year indenture and lastly the child was eight (8), finishing the training contingent. Mylos was overwhelmed that Drace stuck with it and gave congratulations when needed. However he wouldn’t allow his soon to lose site of the true objective, that been to gain power and nothing else. Drace was a truly brilliant child and Mylos would at last recognize his accumulative potential. One dark evening, the rain was bucketing rapidly; Mylos had just returned for “acquiring” some more goods when he stumbled upon Drace. The child was resting in front of the immense glass window, the rain was falling, but his attention wasn’t on the mass of declining water. However the orbiting metal spheres that floated directly in front of Drace, simply moving his hands in a tranquil motion. Mylos could only deduce one thing, that Drace was subconsciously channeling the force.

Mylos’s expectations were now proven accurate, Drace, along with his father was Force-sensitive. That could elucidate the child’s adaptive and progressive velocity, or simply his fortitude was embedded into his resolve. Either way, Drace was a child that proved most amusing and had the raw eminence to accomplish anything that challenged him. Nevertheless, being Force-sensitive meant that Mylos could espouse his agreement and effectively teach his son the way of the Lightsaber; but most prominently, the Force.

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●⌈Arc III⌋: Progressive Era, Drace's true awakening

Now that all the preparations have been dealt with, Mylos was now equipped to teach his son the true denotation of the force. Drace, though a progressive brilliance still had to learn the basics of Lightsaber swordplay, that being Shii-Cho. Given a practice Lightsaber by his father, Drace would begin the preliminary start of his training. Differing from his father’s tool, both lightsabers still followed the basic principles of use and with every swing, or motion, Drace was taught to move with vigilance and precise movement. The complexity didn’t come with the Lightsabers generated beam per say, rather the mass allotment. The Plasmid beam was virtually buoyant which meant that the weight was converted threw the handle itself, meaning Drace was meant to especially pay attention to that dynamic.

Within a year time-span, Drace had grasped the theory of the Lightsaber and become a novice user. His skills not perfected with the tool, his knowledge of the weapon, and preparatory proficiency was more sophisticated then most. Mylos had set the two in the perfect training environment; with the numerous crimes being committed daily, Drace would continue growing closer to the dark side, and they home hosted many tools and supplies for his physical and mental training. Mylos was now confident that his son could truly be the determining factor in finally putting an end to the Jedi Order. If Drace could effectively continue on with his training that was.

From a young age, Drace was taught to not allow the beliefs of others to cloud his own. This quote was specifically targeted towards the Jedi’s rules against love, or following in love. Drace had always held a romantic passion in his dark, complex heart. Numerous girls caught his eye, but none really caught his attention until arriving on Nar Shaddaa over a year ago. The streets of the lower city were filled with more then crooks, there were also other children who Drace occasionally ran into during his training calisthenics. Drace peculiarly found his first actual attraction on Nar Shaddaa.

During a darken night, Drace was given orders to spend three days on the Lower city, then return home. Mylos pushed so hard to avert Drace from gaining the self-effacing emotions that most with bountiful lives received. However Mylos wasn’t conscious as to what Drace was getting himself into unsupervised. Equipped with small food preservatives, his Practice Lightsaber, and his robes, Drace setout and soon embarked on his assignment. Having done such missions numerous times, Drace was rather intrepid and soon made his way towards the central region of the Lower city. Prominent for its unlawful population, and itinerant inhabitants, Drace came to the conclusion that he would get the most out of his experience in that area.

Approaching his typical quiescent quarter, Drace stumbled upon a familiar sound, a sound of a young woman’s cries. Her screams wouldn’t go unheard as Drace soon ventured into a close-neighboring passageway were his emerald green eyes caught glance of a child, not much younger then himself being battered by much older males. The situation resembled the unpleasant incident on Ryloth with his mother so well that it triggered a subliminal domination to aid. Making his presence known by kicking small bundles into the opening, the molesters took their attention off the girl momentarily and soon made their way towards Drace. The thugs had knives, but Drace had something much more and soon the metal of their blades slice, and their bodies filled with scorched lines. Using his Lightsaber to peak efficacy, the young Dark Jedi retracted his blade and soon began to exit.

Taking all the necessary precautions not to give the girl any erroneous intentions, Drace attempted to continue with his swift egress. However he was blocked, his bridle, and that being the girl he’d just saved. Drace couldn’t help but make direct eye-contact and as he did so, her entire facade came into perspective. Quite appealing, Drace mumbled in his short, detached words as he wasn’t use to taking to people, especially those of the opposite sex. Her long hair and relaxing aroma are what caught the attention, but her unassuming and indebted personality is what kept him. Truly appreciative to her liberator, the young women gave her name; Drace had just met his first desirability, Skyressia.

Debating to himself rather to leave the girl in the alley or not, Drace’s cerebral discussion was interrupted by the gentle voice of Skyressia. For the first time in years, Drace felt empathy and compassion for another living being, odd enough someone whom he just met. Everything about Skyressia seems obliging: her eyes, her smile, even the cherry flush of her cheeks. Still having an entire three days in the lower city, Drace decided to spend it with Skyressia. The two held small conversations, mostly due to Drace’s lack of vocal experience, and other times Drace would cleanly exhibit his talent with the Lightsaber; for the time being however, effortless twirls were his specialty. For the next three days, Drace and Skyressia spent all their time in a compacted alleyway between cardboard boxes and thin steel plates, apparently enjoying each others company.

The three day implement had finally come to an end and soon enough, Drace had returned home; happier then Mylos had ever seen. Trying to screen his emotional content, nevertheless it was still palpable, and Mylos didn’t even need the aid of the force to tell that. Evidently the first question was why Drace was so pleased, and simply put, Drace responded with a smile. Foreign to seeing an expression of such on Drace’s face, Mylos knew immediately that it was a girl; that was the same look that He had when first meeting Louisa. On the exterior, Drace could only assume that Mylos was satisfied, but his joy wouldn’t dislocate the daily activities that the two had become so accustom to, back to training.

Drace had lucratively returned to his daily regiment and as if he were a “new” boy. He still achieved the same level of proficiency with his Lightsaber. However he wasn’t as calm or tranquil; he seemed mildly rushed and less intensive as usual. Mylos knew that something was on his mind now and couldn’t allow this fracas be the termination to his imperative training. During a Lightsaber evolution itinerary, Drace was approached by Mylos who immediately demanded the reason for his joy. Not wanting to either recline or hide facts from his father, Drace calmly told him about Skyressia. Mylos smiled knowing that his thoughts were correct, but was highly disillusioned to see that a girl was stunting his growth.

In spite of wanting to devastate the relationship between the two newly acquainted friends, Mylos had a better plan for the near future; a plan that would raze any echelon of humanity and empathy that Drace possessed. Mylos would continue to let this relationship blossom until the point were if anything happened to Skyressia, Drace would shatter. For the next year, Drace continued to request the same recon mission weekly and Mylos accepted his request meekly. To compensate for his approval however, Drace was expected t keep at his normal level of efficiency as best kept, failure to meet this appeal would become the end of Drace’s little absconder with Skyressia. Now ten (10), Drace had become more then what Mylos had hoped for at such a period in his training. Drace was quickly reaching the point were he could gain his revenge, however there were a few more obstacles that Drace had to conquer.

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●⌈Arc IV⌋: The edifice of the perfect Weapon

Once one has become both acclimatize to the force, and specially the Lightsaber, it was time to leave the convenient training instrument behind ,and actually be granted one of his/her own. Spending a number of years under his father’s meticulous training, Drace had elevated beyond the typical Jedi Padawan and it was now time for Mylos to truly see how much his son had earned, the definitive test of a Jedi, to create their own unique Lightsaber. Though Mylos possessed the compulsory tools for its assembly, Drace was more focused on obtaining his own materials, truly following his philosophy; “If you didn’t justly earn it, how can you declare it as an accomplishment?”. This principle leaned more towards the genuine Lightsaber crystal gathering.

Drace wasn’t permitted to leave his home for an entire year for a unique force Attunement course. However the young remote soul disobeyed his orders and quickly made his way towards the Lower city. Meeting Skyressia in their typical quiescent alley, Drace informed her of his inevitable year absence; she simply smiled and told him she’d be waiting. Drace now had truly found a glance of hope, another human being was showing true emotions for him, and finally he could sincerely say he was feeling the same. Returning home, Drace found his father, sitting peacefully within the living area and soon attempted to creep into his room. His operate was quickly foiled as he was forced to the nearby wall and lifted into the air, unexpectedly not by Mylos. Drace was now a prey to the awesome and raw power of the force, Mylos acting as the puppeteer.

Mylos was usually the serene and composed counselor, however being defied wasn’t something he took frivolously. Using the force to chiefly brooch his son to the wall, Mylos began to systematically explain what he was doing, and why he was doing it. Drace couldn’t grasp such transactions, especially being applied to him of all people and with such thoughts; Drace began to detest his father. He was being choked and gradually losing consciousness, Drace’s vision was beginning to weaken and soon the true power of his force-sensitivity erupted. A potent detonation of telekinetic force emerged from Drace, expanding outwards and pushing all away; knocking Mylos into the opposing wall, utterly destroying the inner exterior of the house.

Picking himself up from the ground, Mylos limped towards the family room, his eyes fixed on Drace who sit on the floor, his arms crossed over his legs. Mylos noticed a few emotions that could have triggered the unforeseen eruption of Force liveliness: fear, anger, uncertainty, and lastly pain. It was evident that the contemplation of death was the reason for Drace’s sub-consciousness to awaken his dormant power. If Mylos could not only harness such power, but also control it, his aspirations could eventually become a reality. However the latest objective was to salvage the companionship of his son and continue with their training.

Mylos had at a snail's pace drawn his son back in and as anticipated; Drace soon began his Force standardization training. Basics were reintroduced; simple extrasensory exercises were conducted, followed by telekinetic. Drace day-by-day grasped his own Force potential to point were he was able to do such methods of the Force keenly. It became a daily tendency to move objects with the Force for Drace. Along with such practices, Mylos would sporadically drag some reprobates into their home, allowing Drace to test his telekinesis on-hands; slowly scattering and recuperating the minds of those who Mylos choose. As malevolent as Mylos’s techniques were, they were arguably more effective then what the Jedi were teaching their Padawan which favored Drace’s experience over instruction.

Once the basics were mastered, Mylos hastily introduced Drace to judicious Force abilities. Intentionally beginning with demonstrations followed by comprehensive explanations, Mylos wanted to make sure that Drace knew exactly what was going on. Months passing by, Drace continued to experiment deeper into the origins of the Force, learning the novice use of progressed tricks and powers. Still training in Shii-Cho with his practice Lightsaber, Drace was drawing nearer to actually constructing his own and walking the path of combat that best suited him. Virtually having all-day classes, Drace gained an abundance of information at a quicker rapidity which meant he was able to develop faster then most. With the additional training and preparation, Drace leisurely began to lose the memories of Skyressia until the points were she was faded illustration in the back of his head. However the quiescent, inexplicable passion for her still lied dormant until its significance was discovered.

The year of guidance was inclusive and Drace, now eleven (11) had furthered his relationship with the Force. It however was now times for Drace to assemble his own Lightsaber finally become the apprentice that the master had sought after. Not daunted by the collection of Crystals that Mylos possessed from his years of travel, Drace requested that the two travels and Drace individually furnish his own materials. Mylos was somewhat pleased by Drace’s appeal and accepted with only one decree; that Drace not die on his excavation. In return for upholding his negotiate, Mylos would provide his son with the information for a number of crystals and other natural resources, as well as the planets and systems were their withdrawal would be most credible.

The two had set-off into the galaxy, fashioning an “acquired” Spaceship that hosted both Hyper-drive, and a fair cloaking system. The ways of Force made the acquiring of valuables rather unproblematic. However Drace wasn’t concern with were the ship came from, rather were it was going to take them. Meditating to grow nearer to the Force, Drace was notified by Mylos about a certain crystal that might prove precious. The two were now heading for the Outer Rim-territories, into the Barab System. Mylos educated Drace that they were going to land on Barab I, a planet in which Mylos visited long ago and had connections with its native race. There the two could expectantly acquire a gem known as the “Barab Ore” which when attached to a Lightsaber burned its blade to the point of losing its unity, giving it a clear articulacy.

Upon reaching Barab I, Mylos smiled as the two had landed when the planet’s plane wasn’t facing the sun. This would make traveling on the surface adequate, but Drace was still warned to stay on guard. Though the surface was accessible now, frequent Torrential downpours were common and the inhabitants weren’t so gracious to foreign travelers. Traveling across the surface, Mylos and Drace eventually came in contact with a group of Barabel. It was there hunting period which made encountering a group fairly coherent; their first reaction that of uncertainty and irritation. However when Mylos began speaking in a tongue foreign to Drace’s ears and quickly displayed his Lightsaber, the Barabel ceased their antagonistic actions and quickly greeted the exiled Jedi. It would seem as if their coalition with the Jedi hadn’t faulted and since Mylos was still theoretically a Jedi, it only seemed flaxen.

Speaking in the official Barabel dialect, Mylos had requested the aid of this small autonomous clan for finding a Barab Ore. Accepting with the highest honors, the local Barabel and the two rogues quickly made their way towards a small cavern. Entering, Mylos was instructed to leave his son and weapon near the opening, there Drace would wait as Mylos was expected to be gaining a Barab Ore. Waiting for not even an hour, Drace was confronted by two smaller Barabel who seemed enthralled by his outer exterior. Drace was tolerant and stood evenly as the Barabel began to circle him. His father’s Lightsaber in one hand, his attached to his waist, Drace was positioned to protect himself if needed. However unreceptive actions could prove incurable and thus Drace stood quietly.

Mylos had returned with the Barabel who were dragging what seemed to be an ingot block into the aperture. This lump was the natural bud vase to the Barab Ore and soon Drace waited as the Barabel retrieved the Ore and placed it in the care of Mylos. Attempting a swift exodus, the Barabel became fuming as the two didn’t provide a appropriate reimbursement for their efforts at retrieving the Barab Ore. They swiftly attacked the two; nevertheless, Mylos was given his Lightsaber and without haste began to kill off the Barabel as Drace was expected to handle himself consequently. Both putting forth a grand effort in combat, Mylos soon became irritated and used the power of the Force to cave in the upper limit of the cavern, blockading the enduring Barabel from him and Drace. Now with the Barab Ore, Drace and his father ventured back to their ship and fled Barab I.

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●⌈Arc V⌋: Retrieval of the final components, Assembly

Now having the Barab Ore in tenure, Drace needed only two more crystals, which providentially could be found in the same location. Now in the Expansion region, entering the Plynn System; Drace and Mylos had reached thee secluded planet of M’haeli. With a number of human inhabitants, moving around for the two would be undemanding. However the two planned not to be near society, but rather near the D’lope mountain range, were they would enter a Crystal cavern and attain what they hunted. Landing on the ridge within the D’lope Mountains, Drace and Mylos set out to find the crystals. With the help of Mylos and his constructive knowledge, the two finally found the cavern after only hours of searching the mountain province.

Entering the grotto, Drace and Mylos noticed the sparse glimmers of the Crystals Shine within the muted area and soon began carefully searching and excavating. Whatever shards Mylos found, he thoughtlessly kept to himself as Drace was instructed to fend for himself. Unproductive for the first hour within the mountain bound cavern, Drace’s fortune finally shifted as he spotted a sole violent semiprecious stone. Taking it along with another that rested only a few yards away, Drace soon made his way towards Mylos who informed him that he’d found what was known as Dragite, a crystal that complemented his Barab Ore sound. The other Crystal he found was for the pallor apparition of the blade, and soon it was time to head back to the ship. Refueling and stocking on preservatives, Drace and his father departed from M’haeli and made their way back to Nar Shaddaa.

Back on Nar Shaddaa, Drace would immediately begin the construction of his Lightsaber. Not however before being once again painstakingly tutored on their manufacture by Mylos. Naturally catching on with relative simplicity, Drace spent the next five months learning more about the domestic configuration of the Lightsaber until finally Mylos thought that his son was equipped. Given exclusive metals and other devices and sorts exclusively for the Lightsaber, Drace was forced to stay within his bedroom to assemble his weapon. Usually it took a month to erect a Lightsaber; However Drace would volunteer an additional month of his life to make sure he was doing everything precise. Not one to grouse at Drace’s demands, Mylos accepted and would act as his assistant and adherent.

The force became Drace’s most valuable tool in the building process. Starting with the configuration, Drace meticulously used the force to piece-by-piece implement the parts to the proper places and steadily locked then place. Exerting an unforeseen level of attentiveness, Drace had to make sure that he didn’t screw up and virtually blocked ut all remote interferences. Mylos evenly waited as he scouted his son, noticing the altitude of fortitude and focus that he was implicating into his tool. Impressive and truly noteworthy, now it was only a matter of time before Drace’s weapon was completed. Never leaving his home save for the needed food and restroom breaks, Drace spent the majority of the day working on his Lightsaber. His efforts were at times fear-provoking, even to the point of scolding his father for being too strident. Knowing it was for a good reason, Mylos simply smiled and ceased what he was doing so his son could finish.

Finally, the two month period had expired and his Lightsaber was fulfilled. Meditating on his Crystals to standardize them with the force and suitably applying them to the weapon, Drace sighed as his exhausted body ignited the blade, flattering the dark violent beam of his newly built weapon. Exiting the room with his Straight hilt Lightsaber attached to his side, Drace signaled his father of his achievement and soon Drace was ordered to relax and recuperate his mental and physical potency. Mylos was well-aware of his son’s ingeniousness, but with the completion his own Lightsaber only furthered his father’s expectations. After gaining the adequate break, Drace and his father made haste to continue with their training, principally with his own weapon.

Continuing with his Shii-cho Training, Drace had cleanly adapted rarely promptly to his own Lightsaber and eventually was able to due everything he was with his performance Lightsaber, however with more implementation with every strike. Along with his Lightsaber combat training, Drace meditated recurrently to clear his mind of redundant thoughts, as well as to strengthen his bond with the force. Force training seemed keener now; he was learning trades of the dark side and soon became a neophyte user of Force Lighting, choke and push. For the next two years, Drace continuously trained in all fields of his practices. Now thirteen, Drace had become one with his Lightsaber and soon altered and fine-tuned his Dark arts.

By this point in his life, balancing a regular Youngling or Padawan to Drace’s skillfulness, they were mediocre. Continuous training and discipline sculpted Drace into more then a weapon, he embodied precisely what a warrior should be; or at least what Mylos envisioned. Acting as Drace’s Mentor, Mylos and his soon took opinionated assassinations on the Lower Cities of Nar Shaddaa from local crime lords, and to compensate for their efforts, there names to become prominent. Drace was mainly the one who carried out the killings in spit of Mylos’s superior skill and experience, simply put; Mylos orchestrated everything as Drace’s head became soiled with blood. With every execution, Drace grew more synchronized with the darker side of the force, perfecting his skill on living subjects.

Soon enough, Drace was granted the title of many diverse aliases within Nar Shaddaa, most commonly, the Dark assassin. However the named seemed to clichéd for Mylos likes and took the foundation of his general pseudonym and simply renamed him Silhouette. The name stuck with Drace as he continued to carry out assassination after assassination. Mylos’s plans was uncomplicated, gain fame and draw the attention of the Jedi, most likely the word would spread that a assassin whose tactics resembled those of the Jedi would cause apprehension within the Order, and bring upon reinforcements to handle the situation. Drace knew he was being used; nevertheless, if being a pawn meant the gaining of power and skill, who was he to refute such a souvenir?

Within months of forging a name for himself in Nar Shaddaa, Drace was clued-up that Jedi were dispatched and sent to Nar Shaddaa. It would seem that Mylos knew exactly what was going to happen and he had soon gained the strategic advantage. Drace was ordered to continue taking assignments and carrying out instructions accordingly; any halt in his actions could possibly alert the Jedi to knowing that their presence hadn’t gone disregarded. Lurking in alleyway, Drace was pursuing his charge, a narrow Twi’lek who seemed to be having quite the debt with a local crime monopoly. Cornered, Drace ignited his Lightsaber in attempts to give the finishing blow, however he was faulted by the presence of two Jedi. Skilled Drace was, however a Jedi Knight and his apprentice were more then what he bargained for.

The Jedi’s name was Mut’fa Shadd, his Padawan, kascar Wok, they were the two Jedi sent to track the disorder in the Force. Mut’fa attempted to hold a discussion with the shrouded Drace, however his unvoiced persona conquered as he didn’t converse, simply giving the impression of nonexistence. The Padawan egger to fight someone of his age, Mut’fa quickly reassured Kascar that the need for brutality wouldn’t be necessary. That was until Mylos had entered the alleyway from behind, blocking any possible exit for the Jedi without divergence. Once the thought of peace was profound, Mut’fa and Kascar quickly ignited their Lightsabers and entered combat with both Mylos and Drace.

The battle raged on as the four Force combatants simply struggled for victory. Drace was simply stronger then Kascar, and thus the same could be said for Mylos and Mut’fa. The battle became prejudiced and soon enough Kascar met his kismet, Drace had used Force Push to rap the Padawan tilted and while Kascar was susceptible, Drace struck him down with his Lightsaber. After killing the Padawan, Drace deactivated his Lightsaber and slowly tended to a soft tissue lesion just above his waist line; it occurred to Drace that Kascar wasn’t as rubbish as he had dealt an injury to Drace’s body.

Mylos continued to taunt the Jedi Knight with the belligerent potency of the Dark side. Electrocuting Mut’fa with Force lighting, followed by the vigorous Force Lighting. Mut’fa hadn’t met an opponent who specialized in both sides of the force and was soon impaled by the end of Mylos’s Lightsaber. After killing both Jedi, Drace ransacked their bodies, stealing both their lightsabers and cremating their corpses, leaving no verification of their encounter. Mylos assumed that if anymore Jedi were sent to find Mut’fa and Kascar, it would be one of great skill and Drace wasn’t primed; Mylos needed to exaggerate his training and amplify Drace’s hatred. It was also time for Mylos to implicate his plan for Drace and his previous love-interest.

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●⌈Arc VI⌋: Decisions can justly affect even the Merciless

With gaining the critical experience of combating another Force-sensitive namely a Jedi; Drace needed to magnify his skill. Continuing with his teachings, Drace separated the day into three vital segments: Lightsaber training, Force education, and finally rest and bodily replenishment. This was how Drace became so adaptive with his powers, and would continue to follow the same exercises. Shii-cho, the basics, and soon Drace finally became a dexterous user of this particular form of Combat. Becoming more self-governing from his father’s audible education, Drace would soon begin training in a different field of Lightsaber combat, to better acquaint himself with his own form. Bringing the topic to his father’s awareness, Drace explained what he was interested in, and soon enough Mylos knew precisely the style that would fit him.

Branching from Shii-cho, Mylos soon brought Drace’s attention to the practice of Ataru. From the years of physical conditioning and Drace’s innate strength and flexibility, the form of combat seemed only fitting. Given the scrupulous psychiatry of Ataru and the purpose of its employ; strangely enough, Drace could narrate with such a form and calmly accepted the training from his father. Spending the next year crafting his bodily attributes, the young prodigy developed his skills with the age of the force. Mastering the Force jump, speed, and acrobatic functions, Drace was equipped with the tools to finally learn Ataru.

His training had begun; Drace first accomplished intricate Lightsaber mobility practices; perfecting his turns, whirls, and spins. Difficult it was, however Drace didn’t give much time to respite or recuperate, only to train. Spending the majority of the day practicing the Ataru as well as his Force abilities, Drace was exhausted and rested securely in the night, only to begin again fairly early the next break of day. Mylos taught Drace the basics; however his son startlingly took it to the next level. Training more then Mylos projected, Drace wanted to exceed his father in at least one facet of his training and Ataru would be that facet.

Nine months progressed and shortly enough, Drace had accomplished a startling feat, becoming a judicious user of Ataru. Drace was in top-physical state and Mylos would finally implement his plan. One evening while Drace was inducing his Force training, Mylos had interrupted his session and spoke of a special mission, one that would test both his mind and body. Hesitant of what to expect, Drace simply declined and requested to persist with his training. However this time, Mylos wouldn’t allow his demand to be accepted, instead insisting that his mission had to be completed by Drace, and Drace alone. Now curious as to what the operation was about, Drace agreed and was given an indistinct depiction of what needed to be done.

Asked to wait in his once enigmatic alleyway on the Lower city, Drace expected to retrieve orders; nonetheless, not even the impassive Drace could anticipate what was to come. Drace was engrossed in his mediation when Mylos entered the alley, dragging a bagged human, and by its trodden, but subtle exterior, a young woman. Drace was ordered to kill the charge that Mylos supplied, egger to return home for more training, Drace was well-prepared to end the life of the shrouded womanly. However when she was unmasked, Drace froze in place; his actions were stunned by the site of a familiar face. It had come back to him and the person who he almost killed was the girl that he saved years ago, Skyressia.

With the memories returned, the latent emotions unshackled and with that, Drace withdrew his Lightsaber and stepped closer towards Skyressia and Mylos. Giving the inkling that he was going to end her life, Drace simply held his Lightsaber in hand and lowered his head. Mylos showed a serene demeanor, but internally he was incensed. Pushing Drace forward, Mylos soon pulled out his Lightsaber, igniting the blade and dropped it onto Skyressia’s shoulder. The surrounding area was unvoiced; the only sound that was noticeable was that of panting, and the clashing of two lightsabers. Before Mylos struck Skyressia, Drace impetuously ignited his own blade to protect her. Reluctant to finally comprehend how weak-minded his son was, Mylos Force Pushed Drace into prospect wall, and as he did so, he knocked Skyressia unconscious with the hilt of his Weapon.

Mylos had grown weary of his son’s acts of insurgence for the last time and now it was the end, for Drace that was. At first, Mylos ludicrously toyed with his son, using his telekinesis to aptness, pushing him into trashcans, pinning him against the walls, and finally tossing blunted objects at the decrepit teenager. Drace knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against his father directly and sought another way to defeat the Dark Jedi. Mylos wasn’t the one for blood-spattered killings, and simply articulated his dominance. Causing a vile hairline fracture in Drace’s left forearm upon impact with the wall, Mylos simply admired how resilient his son was. With all the excruciating persecution he was admitting, Drace merely stood silent, giving small aches of pain here and there.

Tempted to end his son’s life now, Mylos found the thought of allowing Drace the opportunity to watch Skyressia die first to be more agonizing. Not concern with his son for the time being, Mylos made his way back towards Skyressia who lied on the ground. Igniting his Lightsaber, Mylos gave off a comical grin and attempted to strike the frail girl. However his wrist was retrained, the cause being Drace he quickly grabbed hold of his former master and father. To repress any further movement, Drace used his other arm to wrap around Mylos’s shoulder and incarcerate his other arm. Mylos was indeed Drace’s superior in the dark arts, but not in physical combat which was demonstrated by Drace’s secure lock on his father.

It was odd how over the years, Mylos was so fascinated in training his son, that he’d distrusted the chance of being betrayed by the very weapon he produced. Drace held his right hand tight on Mylos’s wrist and his left bicep to restrain the other arm. Pushing Mylos further, the evil man soon turned around and smiled, ignorant to the verity that Drace already ignited his blade. To busy thinking that he was liberated from Drace’s grasp, Mylos naively ran threw the beam of Drace’s Lightsaber, his body falling to the ground and as it did so, the top half separated from the bottom. Mylos’s voracity and buoyancy was his demise; Drace had killed his father and soon realized that he was finally free, an autonomous soul with a calling all to his own.

Months following the murder of his father, Drace was now fifteen (15), living in the manor were he was raised in trained under his father. However it wasn’t vacant, no someone had entered and stayed, Skyressia. Finally healed from the wounds that he’d suffered at the hands of his father, Drace began to purify his home of his father’s possessions; Rambling threw Mylos’s old room, Drace found a tattered note that was piled under a number of other scrolls, documents and journals. After reading the letter, Drace lowered his head and within seconds, a number of items began to abruptly hover. Drace’s anger was flaring and soon enough everything descended, Drace fell to his knees as he dropped the letter on the ground.

Drace, you were a brilliant apprentice and were more then what I hoped for. If you are reading this letter, then assume I’m dead, well you’d know since that would be the only rational reason as to why you were in my room in the first place. For years I’ve struggled with the actuality of your mother’s premeditated passing by my hands and now I’m finally able to join her. I’ve raised a warrior, your mother raised a survivor; you embody both your parents and now you can choose your destiny, your own path. My plan had worked from the very beginning, I’ve left you with the discipline required to live iron-willed and if my calculations were correct then my death was caused by none other then you. Yes, I undeniably designed my own death however my trepidation held me back from doing it myself, so I needed you for that objective. I needed to amplify your wrath to the point were you would break and attack me, and inevitably kill me. You have developed majesty and with the tools and objects in this room, you should be able to continue your training without me. Just remember one thing; though both I and your mother are gone, you still exemplify my perpetual darkness, and her ceaseless light….

Mylos Jager

All along, Drace knew something was anomalous surrounding his father’s fatality. No matter how experienced Drace was, Mylos wouldn’t have died that easily if the battle was already encoded. However the reality was now that Mylos was dead, along with Louisa and Drace had no recognized living relatives. Maybe this was the way that things were meant to be. One who only cared for himself deserved to be by himself. It was reprehensible to say the least, Drace had always dreamt of having power to save those around him, now there was no one to say but himself, well him and Skyressia. Referring back to the letter, Drace searched the room for the alleged tools and items to continue his teachings. Finally after pillaging every inch of the master bedroom, Drace found a number of documents and exercise utilities that would aid him in his training. Now holding everything he required to continue his life, Drace didn’t squander time and with haste, entered back into the state of arbitration and training.

[♫ Drace ♫]

⌈Period of Indulgence ⌋: Chapter interval from Sixteen (16) to Eighteen (18)

●⌈Arc I⌋: Embracing one's Destiny

Where did Drace fit-in? His mind was too clouded with hatred and pain to continue life normally; and he wouldn’t dare join the Jedi Order, as if he would be accepted there anyways. Now sixteen (16), Drace had used the remains of his father’s studies and didactic preparations to continue his training; slightly harder alone, Drace was use to doing these types of exercises own. To be honest, all that Mylos did was careful explanations and inspecting. Drace wasn’t illiterate and could read on his own, and for demonstrations, he was well able to do it himself. Quiet as kept, Drace found his living arrangements more tolerable with Mylos gone. And soon enough he would continue with his plans to rid the galaxy of Jedi for what they’d done to his family.

Now an independent mediator to his own cause, Drace had grown closer to the dark, dwelling further into its dark arts. Mastering the basics and becoming a proficient user of the judicious abilities, it was time to study the advanced. Having four lightsabers in his possession, Drace only sought the use of two, that being his own and his fathers. If he could in fact duel with a single Lightsaber, it was without doubt possible to do so with two. For months on end, Drace began practicing his Lightsaber combat, however with two. Unlike using one, duel wielding required a level of concentration that was near unfeasible and intricate movements that would take years of practice. Drace nevertheless was determined to not allow his greenness to stunt his progression.

Skyressia had grown worry with the lack of cordiality that Drace had possessed. Being secluded for the majority of his life would explain his people-skills but with his father dead, Skyressia couldn’t comprehend why he didn’t at least try. After weeks of convincing Drace to leave his home, Skyressia had finally accomplished her goal and Drace agreed to enjoy one night our in Nar Shaddaa. The deal did however allow Drace to bring his Lightsaber which was acceptable since Skyressia didn’t think that its use would be needed on a simple night out in the town. Skyressia who dressed to the tie was sadly dissatisfied that Drace simply wear a dark rode. However Drace could have cared less, he wasn’t out to electrify no one, besides Skyressia of course.

Traveling to a well established tavern in the lower city, Skyressia found a table and soon placed herself and Drace there. The room was filled with music, drunken residents, and a confused Drace. He wasn’t use to such an environment and being foreign to such personalities could really irritate a man. Skyressia and Drace were polar opposites; she was gregarious and spontaneous, and Drace was dark and tedious. However the two clicked well together and Drace would virtually do anything for her. While Drace sat at the table, somewhat shy, Skyressia took to the dance floor and put forth the effort to have fun, and expectantly loosen up Drace. While Skyressia danced by her self, Drace took noticed to three Twi’lek drunks who had made their way towards Skyressia; there he could sense that something vile was going to happen.

The drunken excuses for men were intrigued by Skyressia’s dancing and wanted to find out if there was more to her. They had crossed the line when they placed their hands on Skyressia in inapt places, soon the screams of Skyressia ran unbridled and soon enough, her blubbers for help went answered. Before the drunks hands reached below her thighs, theirs bodies were tossed into the wall and pinned in place; Drace had interfered, his face showing irritation and belligerence. Using the force to suspend the two up, the civilians fled the area in fear of their lives and soon enough, the tavern was empty, to only Drace, Skyressia, and the two drunks. Applying weight with his power, Drace had all the intentions of taking the air from their lungs. However Skyressia wasn’t the one who enjoyed death and begged Drace to stop.

Drace still under the influence of his fury, Drace dropped the Drunks and soon talked towards the exit. Though his didn’t enjoy making Skyressia poignant, he couldn’t comprehend the emotions that she displayed, even to those who mentally or physically harmed her. For his entire life, Drace was taught to never exonerate; nevertheless, he couldn’t simply dig Skyressia’s feelings or way of life. I mean the two were both street children, but lived entirely different lives. However there was one thing that was certain, Drace was submissively and unconditionally in love with Skyressia, and for her the feelings were mutual. Drace and Skyressia and grown extremely close and without her, Drace would be lost from the light everlastingly.

Continuing with his training, Drace had productively understood the basics of dual-wielding the Lightsabers. However he was still a far way from mastering the art. Mediating daily to clear his mind and for focusing purposes, Drace continued to indulge in the Dark side. His mind became so fraudulent with pain and wrath that he wouldn’t stop until he was strong enough to annihilate the Jedi. They were his ultimate enemies and using that to stimulate his mind and body, Drace trained uncontrollably. Months passed and Drace had finally attained dexterous use of the Ataru and Shii-cho style of Lightsaber combat. His Force powers still mounting rapidly, and his mind bent on one goal, Drace barely gave an inch to civilization, self-willingly isolating himself so that no outside interferences would halt his progression.

Skyressia, leisurely but surely became more accustomed with Drace’s blank personality, and certainly enough Drace had grown on to Skyressia’s embracive persona. While Drace trained for the entire day, Skyressia made sure that their home was both clean, and suitably stocked with foods and items that Drace needed on a daily basis. She enjoyed the actual thought of her love being a Force-sensitive, but was terrified for Drace’s potential plans. The Jedi were well known for being a strong faction, and with only Drace, he would definitely stand no chance against the entire Jedi Order. Skyressia tried to articulate her thoughts to Drace. However he simply gave a rejoinder insisting that if the Jedi were to continue, no one would be allowed to allocate the same feeling of love that they possessed for one another. No matter how much she tried to change his frame of mind, Drace was locked on what he wanted to do; I guess being told the same thing for 16 years can stick more then months of worry.

Time continued to pass and now seventeen (17), Drace had become more then he or his father had anticipated. His training was scrupulous, and practiced on a daily basis. His mind was inexpressive, with only the emotion of love for Skyressia. And his Dark side attunement was increasingly. He relied on only two things, his strength, and his love for Skyressia. Neglecting all other responsibilities, Drace once again drafted from Skyressia to the point were she couldn’t stay with him anymore. One morning, Drace had awaken from a short rest and found a letter on the counter top in his kitchen. After reading it, Drace immediately took to the streets of the lower city in search for Skyressia who had seemingly left him in fear that his resentment would destroy him.

Spending weeks searching for Skyressia, Drace had come with nothing. He soon began to become enormously angry, not having her by his side was crucial. He quickly began to resent the Jedi even more as he forced himself to believe that they drew her away from him. For Drace, every pain in his life lied back to the Jedi and their regulations; nothing was judicious about them in his mind, and the only way to free himself, was the obliterate them. Not ending his exploration, Drace’s next investigation into the lower Cites would lead him to what he had searched for, and the ultimate destruction of his soul and sympathy.

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●⌈Arc II⌋: Forgiveness? Forgive no one.

Drace’s reclamation of Skyressia had become fruitless, he couldn’t sense her existence anywhere, and he’s searched a large division of the Lower city for quite some time. All hopes soon began to depreciate; Drace’s hopes of ever seeing her again had begun to devour his mind. She was all he could think about and soon he finally remembered one section of the Lower city that hadn’t soiled with his exploration. Rushing out to the borough near the pub were he and Skyressia encountered the thugs before, Drace could slightly feel Skyressia presence, it was now palpable that she was here. It was an expectedly dark night, plenty of homeless inhabitants roamed the granular streets of the Lower city, and Drace could comprehend with their feeling of neglect.

Having approached a bitter, dim hall in-between two buildings, Drace noticed a mass amount of a crimson fluid, and quickly recognized it as blood. Proceeding further into the alley, Drace stopped, looking forward to notice Skyressia attached to a large barb of wood, her body stripped naked, and cut several times. Drace was experiencing plentiful emotions at the time of finding Skyressia’s unconscious body: Pain, anger, perplexity, and distress. Racing to her side, Drace had tartan her pulse, noticing she was still alive faintly, and attempted to unravel her restrains. As he had loosen on of the arm straps, the sound of conversing individuals approaching rang, and soon Drace fled into the shadows.

Hiding behind some wet boxes, Drace waited to see who these interlopers were as well as to what they knew about Skyressia. Then it was exposed, Drace immediately recognized the two thugs from the pub that night. Nevertheless, he couldn’t, wouldn’t do anything until he found out that they were accountable for what happened to Skyressia. As hard as it was to just merely allow two drunken guys to sit and gawk at his love’s nude body, he couldn’t do anything until abruptly; they began to frolic her, speaking in a degraded dialect as they began to unzip their pants. Now it was at the point were Drace wouldn’t permit himself to just stand there, they had truly took it too far and Drace quickly made himself known.

Once again, the vile drunks were pinned against the wall by the power of Drace, however this time, Skyressia couldn’t prevent him. His anger devoured away at his coherent mind and soon enough, he incorporated his Force Lighting into the bodies of the two thugs. Smolder manifested from their skin as Drace had seemingly fried them to fatal affirm. Not killing them yet, Drace attempted cross-examination with the two, promising if they admitted to their crimes, he wouldn’t kill them. Uninformed to his intentions, the scandals explicitly confessed everything. However they simply laughed knowing that they were going to die from their wounds and added on that they sexually molested her, stabbed her many times, and even took it as far to burn her.

Their commentary would truly be their last. Quickly drawing, the igniting his Lightsaber, Drace with a blaze, swung his blade, decapitating the two thugs without dithering. After a swift and unproblematic kill, Drace sheathed his Blade and soon made his way back towards Skyressia, unbuckling her and laying her gently on the cold ground. Placing his robe over her body as some means of clothing and fortification, Drace simply sat in place, holding his love with all his might. She was dying and he could do nothing about it; the thought actually brought tears to his eyes, had no one ever gave him these sensations and now that he was losing that person, he couldn’t bare it. He had one of the greatest tools at his disposal. However he couldn’t use it to save his love? What good was the force if he couldn’t save those he loved?

A disobedient resentment erupted in Drace’s soul, everything that he ever cared for which was little, purely died. He had nothing, just his pain and anger until. Drace had noticed something eccentric, her pulse was heightening from its weakened state and soon enough, he began to use what modest knowledge he had on Force Medical attention to save her. Using his novice Force healing, Drace was sable to alleviate her. As well as healing all the wounds he could. However solemn Medical consideration was required and soon enough, Drace began to carry Skyressia, rushing her to the nearest Medical facility for the proper care, that which he couldn’t provide.

Weeks had passed since the night in the alleyway and Skyressia completely healed from her wounds, with some unforeseen help of course. Drace, as usual continued with training. However this time, he dwelled into the arts of healing. Fascinated by power that he could acquire if he dwelled more into the hearts of facsimile and remedial healing; he could most likely further his development and do more against the Jedi. Continuing with his Lightsaber training, Force training, and Medical arts; Drace had the blunder of deserting Skyressia once more. Nevertheless, she was drawn to him, and wouldn’t leave him again; she was in love with him.

Spending another year of his life (Now 18), Drace trained austerely in three fields: Lightsaber combat, close range, and finally his Force training. Honing his skills to new levels, Drace had profitably mastered Shii-cho; spending almost a decade in its arts. Becoming a judicious user of Ataru, and bettering himself in Niman, becoming a novice practitioner; Drace had trained himself in the three forms of combat the suited him best for the time being. Having revitalized his two Lightsabers, Drace could more a number of years prolifically develop there use. Drace could tell that Skyressia felt secluded, and maybe even derelict; he wouldn’t allow the events of last year to reiterate again and soon sought to ask her hand in marriage. While Drace was sleeping one night, Skyressia had journeyed into their kitchen, yearning a simple midnight snack when unexpectedly a massive battering of blaster beams escaped threw their home’s walls.

The tumult had awoken Drace and soon grabbed his Lightsabers, hurriedly making his way into the family room. Upon opening the door, a cloud of broad smoke devoured his sense of sight. Igniting his Lightsabers, Drace began to maneuver threw his damaged home until a number of shadows escaped threw the mist of filth and smolder. Foreign Intruders had entered his home and Drace wasn’t thrilled. The light from his blades were detectable threw the smoke and would most likely give his position away. Conversely Drace was only concerned with finding Skyressia and making sure she was alright. Using his accessible senses and Force augmented properties, Drace had found his way to the substantial glass windows and with the use of Force-push, he shattered all of them, allowing the smoke to travel form his house into the aperture of the outer city.

Once the room was cleared, Drace had found himself in an unholy predicament; surrounded by several armed guards, and directly in front of him, a magnificently dressed man. If would seem that the two thugs Drace had killed a year ago were of unlawful royalty. It took them quite some time to find Drace’s home due to the fact that he wasn’t out there and kept to himself. However once found, his death was warranted. The nobly dressed man had directed the Dark Jedi’s attention to the side, Drace’s eyes widen as he saw Skyressia, lying on the ground; her corpse blemished with myriad wounds from the blaster guns, dead with no probability of being invigorated like last time. Drace was lackadaisical, he allowed her to die and now he couldn’t do anything about it besides kill her murderers.

Dropping his Lightsabers down to his side, and raising his arms as if he were surrendering; Drace began to draw in three of the guards who were ordered to detain him. However once close enough, Drace released a powerful double-handed Force lighting as he began to electrocute the three; the others moved with argumentative intentions and soon began to fire their Blaster Rifles. Using his force to obstruct the beams with the three bodies; Drace soon tossed them into the others. Quickly using the force to salvage his Lightsabers, he took to the insulting; moving around the room, Drace separately began to guillotine the guards. On his way however not without sustaining his own wounds, being hit by the blasters in his leg and on his right shoulders; Drace fell to the ground and soon he began to edge out of the room, trying to escape the blood-spattered room. Not even getting down the hallway, Drace fell unconscious, with both his weapons in hand.

Upon waking up, Drace found himself in yet again a Medical facility; his body bandaged appropriately and his clothes and items in the corner. Slowly getting up, Drace dressed himself and took his weapons, fleeing the Medical hospital. Maybe he wasn’t fully healed, but he couldn’t stay there and risk being uncovered as a Murderer. Quickly taking to his docked vessel, Drace fled from Nar’ Shaddaa, heading back to Coruscant. There he could properly spy on the Jedi Order and follow their movement. Using his pain, anger and hatred; he would continue to train himself for one day he would oppose the Jedi. Drace was dogged to turn the goal of his mother, father, and Skyressia into a reality; he would purge the galaxy of the Jedi once and for all. Now on Coruscant, Drace searches for another Master, one who could pick-up from were he and his father left off, and expectantly continue to shape him into prominence.

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IC History:

[♫ Drace ♫]

Name: Drace Jager
Alias: Silhouette
Race: Mammalian Sentient species: Human
Age: Eighteen (18)
Height: 6”4 (193cm)
Weight: 182lbs (83kg)

Appearance:

Drace; conflicted internally, his outer clouds nothing reticent of a well-fit male specimen. Now of the credulous age of eighteen (18), Drace stands a projected six-four, and weighs approximately one-hundred and eighty-two pounds. Born naturally with amen, jade green eyes; the abhorrence that resides within his body is shrouded by the external splendor of his gaze. Both his facial and corporal complexion near sound, the young male has been given the admired labeling of eye-catching or handsome. Drace’s silk auburn hair is middling length, reaching just below his shoulders, expressing either down to the side, or in a ponytail.

To compensate for years of rigorous, strenuous training, Drace had sculpted a physique that indeed matches brilliance. His pectorals are far from harrowing, and his abdomen area, finely chiseled. His biceps and triceps are built for combat, though not exceedingly bulky. Broad shoulders and yet a judicious build. Not obese, yet not emaciated; that would describe Drace’s in general accumulative bulk. Along his right shoulder blade, and lower left thigh a rather daunting scars from his past battles , symbolizing though he has achieved great power, he has quite the way to go, some even concur that he uses those very wounds as stimulus to become stronger.

Drace’s style of clothing fits both his mysterious persona, and his unendorsed employment. Most frequently seen wearing a full-body flippantly armored dark suit, Drace commits most if not all his missions or assassinations in the leather similitude. Designs to not restrain movement and flexibility, Drace’s suit fits as if he were in the nude. His face shrouded by a mask of the same material, Drace wears a four-eyed apparatus that resembles that of a steel visor. The Steel contrivance was designed to adjust Drace’s vision to the lighting of his surroundings which amplifies optical attentiveness, be either bright or dark as night. Drace wears’ a far-reaching crimson red scarf , fashioned wrapped around his neckline, this eccentric instrument of attire is the pictogram of the blood in which he has spilt over the years, reminding him daily that he has committed vile transgressions.


His Outfit is located here.

Assassin Uniform located here.

As most followers of the force, wither be dark of light fashion, Drace wears a dark cloak to conceal his appearance. The cloak itself can be worn over his normal attire or even his routine uniform contentedly. Drace can wear these cloaks and robes most comfortably in a variety of weather conditions due to training which translates his interest in such apparels.

Having assembled a modified hoister, or scabbard so-to-say, Drace had outfitted himself with more of his individuality. Designing a steel casing that has a katana sheath similitude, Drace can effectively append both his Lightsabers to either end, securely locking them in place with steel joints and affections. Blending perfectly with either of his standard outfits, Drace felt that it not only added more of him to his exterior, but also allowed easy access when using the Force to telekinetically grasp. Also developing a method of quick drawing for his weapons, Drace had adapted himself well to virtually whatsoever he equips himself with.

Birth place: Coruscant

Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate

Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Neophyte

Lightsaber:

• Drace's principal Lightsaber
  
  Drace’s personal and exclusive Lightsaber, constructed by the young Dark Jedi years ago, this weapon expresses his plain, yet intricate mentality. A straight hilt assembled from silver and dark metals, Drace had integrated a few modifications to his blade. A single-phased Lightsaber with a force-manipulated switch, stressing that one attuned with the Force could use it. Also implanting a Cell recognizer that activates a trap, electrocuting someone either then Drace when wielding it, and a CommLink. Drace virtually constructed his weapon to be his main piece of equipment. Having a Dragite crystal inaugurated, when struck, the beam of his Lightsaber reverberates stridently, inflicting disorientation to those foreign to its sound. Along with the Dragite Crystal, Drace also placed a Barab Ore into his weapon, allowing its blade to smolder more, causing more burning damage to his adversary. Having a dark violent color crystal as well the beam tint resembles that of his gem.
  
  
• Drace's principal Lightsaber
  
  The Lightsaber of Drace’s father, Mylos; not as personalized to fit his technique, Drace has adapted himself to its service. Also a Single-phased, the only addition given to the blade during its edifice was a Force-manipulated switch. Fixed with an Eralam and a Velmorite crystal, the blade is not only of better-quality, but thin and refined, allowing ardent and fluid movements. With a Dark yellow crystal, the beam itself was symbolic to Mylos’s vivid, yet astuteness persona.
  

Color: Primary: Dark Violent | Secondary: Dark Yellow

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru : 2
Niman : 1


Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 6
[Force Push, Force Pull, Force Stun, Force Wound]

Telepathic: 3
[Force Fear]

Body: 6
[Force Valor, Force Jump, Force Speed]

Sense: 4
[Force Sense, Force Vision]

Protection: 2
[force stasis]

Healing: 3
[Revitalize, Force Heal]

Destruction: 4
[Force Lighting, Combustion]

Specialized Skills: N/A

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4

Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1

Force Attunement: -5

RP Sample:
Drace had finally landed safely on the Lower metropolis of Nar’ Shaddaa. Docking his small ship, the Dark Jedi made haste to his previous home. It was anomalous as to why Drace would return to such a place. Nevertheless he was doing so, and for what reason, no one knew. Upon reaching the foundation of the grand-scale tower, Drace looked up, his emerald green eyes glimpsing at the traumatized windows of his residence; so they never repaired it. Entering the Tower, Drace lifted his dark, textile hood over his head to completely reduce any recognition on his behalf from the locals. Looking threw his peripheral vision, Drace immediately noticed the Elevator, but to his dismay, it was disengaged due to renovation adjustments.

Now knowing that he couldn’t take the easy way up, Drace casually made his way towards the stair-wail; step-by-step the previous resident, Drace had ascended higher into the building. Passing a number of levels on his way, the Emerald eyed Jedi had lastly came to a stop, directly in front of him, a simple steel door. The sound of machinery rotating resonated stridently, and by then the steel door had lifted upwards. Stepping into the vestibule of his hallway, Drace took a few moments to inspect his familiar surroundings. The walls were devoured by detrimental blaster tears, scorch marks ran unbridled; even glass was scattered across the floorboards, nothing had changed besides the exclusion of the once two bodies that laid on the outer brim of his entrance way.

Breaking off the remnants of the splintered door, Drace had entered into the living area of his room. His floors saturated in blood, his windows shattered from subsistence. The furniture that once lied in his family room was removed; most likely the proprietor of the building came and salvaged all the utilizable to sell for revenue, figures. Stepping further into his house, Drace began to kick the fragments of tattered papers and house utensils out of his way, attempting to uncluttered his lane until a foretaste from the sun manifested from the aperture of his window break, and shined down onto a object directly in front of Drace, shimmering off its surface and temporarily blinding the Dark Jedi.

Dragging the hood down even more, Drace moved nearer to the object and kneeled down, picking up the steel spherical article. Its cold surface warmed within Drace’s hand, and as he began to eradicate it, he noticed it was a locket, to be more precise, Skyressia’s. Tampering with the sides, a tick jingled, Drace had opened the steel talisman and his eyes turned away. A small photograph of him and Skyressia from years ago lied within the necklace; the thought of her brought back an overwhelming quantity of memories. His mind now crammed, Drace had finally realized what he came back for, he came back to salvage reasons, those reasons he found from a simple, yet emblematic necklace.

Taking the Amulet and pushing it into the interior of his cloak, Drace rose from his kneeled position and made way towards the door, exiting the ruined house. It was long pasted time to return back to Coruscant, and Drace was unapologetic to do so.

[♫ Drace ♫]

Application completed, and ready for your assessment.

[Mara]

I'm not sure how Jace feels about using the providing application and your changing it... so I'll leave that to him.

My only note for now is that you please use font size 2 (normal size) because size 1 is a little hard on the eyes for some people.

[♫ Drace ♫]

My apologizes, I just used size=1 because of all the text I have, it just seemed a little neater; nevertheless I fixed it as asked.

[Jace]

1.

Tapping into the dark, caustic powers of the force, Mylos executed one of the Jedi with a potent Force lighting.

A jedi thats never been immersed in the darkside or its training would not be able to pull a Force lightning out of nowhere, especially not one to kill a man

2.

Mylos was stabbed by a Jedi who had been scouting Louisa’s home, his Lightsaber impaling Mylos’s torso.

You say he gets stabbed through the torso which is almost like insta-death without immediate and i meant immediate medical attention. Yet somehow the man survives and ends up training his son. You need to explain how he survived and then managed to get away from the jedi would stabbed him.

3.

Drace used the remainder of his energy to leap forward, jabbing the glass into the throat of the thug

I am finding it hard to believe a malnourished 4 year old boy could stab a thug in the throat even if he was distracted. The boy's arm length wouldn't even reach a full grown man's throat

4.

It would seem after the explosion the Jedi had Louisa executed for high-treason against the republic.

Jedi don't execute people

5.Lightsaber stats are too high. This is what I reccomend

Shii-cho-4
Ataru-2
Niman-1(Instead of Jar'kai because Niman is used as the base for Jar'kai)

6.I want you to keep something in mind, though you are allowed to have Force lightning, it will only be of a very novice level. You will not be killing people with it, especially Jedi.

7. No Force Resuscitation. Why this power isn't on the banned list is beyond me but an 18 year old will definitely not have it.

Overall: Good stuff, made for an interesting read.

[♫ Drace ♫]

I think I edited everything you asked for.

[Dutch]

Um, nothing about the profile itself, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who'd really like you to just keep this format normal ._.

I found it next to impossible to follow this profile, as well as made me just want to stop looking at it in general. Which is exactly why I'm typing this- I didn't want to read it it was so fancy <_<

[♫ Drace ♫]

Well, I put the application back in its standard format. I left the Bio the same because though it has photographs and assorted colors, it’s still in sequence, following the order from youth to adulthood. Hopefully that can make it better for those who wanted me to change the template back to the Original.

[Jace]

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[Cain]

Approved Stats:

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru : 2
Niman : 1


Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:

Telekinetic: 6
[Force Push, Force Pull, Force Stun, Force Wound]

Telepathic: 3
[Force Fear]

Body: 6
[Force Valor, Force Jump, Force Speed]

Sense: 4
[Force Sense, Force Vision]

Protection: 2
[force stasis]

Healing: 3
[Revitalize, Force Heal]

Destruction: 4
[Force Lighting, Combustion]

Specialized Skills: N/A

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 4

Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1

Force Attunement: -5

[Jace]

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