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Name:Zexva Vuluha (Zex-vah Vuu-la-ha)
Race:Zeltron
Age:17
Birthplace:Zeltros, Northern Province
Allegiance:Sith
Status: N/A
Rank: Initiate
Height:5’11
Weight:160
Appearance:
Credit goes to artbytravis
Zexva within his own homeworld appears to be average in looks with pale pink skin, deep gold eyes, and crimson red hair. These characteristics are not uncommon within his race, but when viewed by an outsider he is extraordinarily handsome beyond all human belief. His red hair is generally shaggy, and unkempt causing it to generally be out in random directions. His golden eyes are hardened so that when one looks into them they are like circular ingots. Zexva’s skin tone is generally lighter than what others of his race might have because it is a bright pink in color. Often it is observed as a glow rather than his natural skin tone which gives him an even more exotic feel to others. His crimson red hair goes down to about his neck in length, and he often ties it up in a wolf tail. Due to his races inherent genetic traits he does appear more attractive to others who are not of the Zeltron race.
Zexva when not wearing his Sith Initiate robes is found in a white tank top, and a pair of cargo shorts in order to show off his muscular physique. He wears the typical robes of a Sith Initiate with them being completely black, with a sash to tie around his waist, and a pair of black pants finish the outfit. Underneath his robes he wears a black T-shirt with a sleeved vest that he is usually seen sparring, or fighting in.
Personality:
Zexva due to his training, and having no compassion shown towards him ever that he can remember is not a very warm, and cuddly person like most of his race. Instead of wasting his time with trivial things such as love, and parties he prefers to focus solely on becoming more powerful so that he can kill his enemies, or torture those that he deems as foes. Zexva is a very cruel person, and feels no empathy or remorse against anyone, or anything that he comes into contact with. Having had absolutely no good influence in his life this is normal behavior to him, and so he generally is very cold, and malicious to people that he meets.
Influenced by his peoples inner nature Zexva is very empathetic to people that he meets, and is highly intuitive about them, though this is enhanced by his force sensitivity, and his racial traits. It makes it easier for him to manipulate their feelings, and twist their actions into things that he wants them to do. Zexva is a very manipulative person using his looks, and empathy to get inside of someone’s mind, and use their own feelings against them. Of course this comes second nature to him, and mentally torturing others is a favorite past time of his. To him playing the physical game takes less thought, and creativity, and he prefers to use someone’s darkest fears, and secrets against them to get his way.
Zexva is an incredibly determined person when he sets his mind to something, and never gives up on a task no matter how hard it is. No matter how many times he fails he will always keep trying to do better. His determination is second to none, and no matter how badly he is punished or injured he just keeps going. Xiszek basically turned the boy into a machine that is focused solely on the mission that he is given at hand. Because of this machine like personality he is very cold, and calculating, always thinking of a possible outcome of every decision that he has made.
Zexva is a very socially awkward person having only been around a few people in his life, and doesn’t understand most social interactions of kids his own age. While they were all fawning over one another he would be out training honing his abilities. He viewed emotions such as caring, love, and kindness as a weakness for others to exploit because those were the emotions that he always manipulated in others to get his way. So if someone hits on him, or pays him a compliment he usually acts very awkward, and shy, and attempts to get away from the person that is paying him praise because he has no idea what to do with it.
He like many other dark side users has an abundance of trust issues, but his stem from his abandonment by his parents, and that of his master. Despite the harsh treatment that he got from the man he was the only father figure he had, and because of him just dumping him on Korriban Zexva doesn't really trust people at all. It doesn't matter how nice they appear to him, they would have a better shot of getting a wall to talk than getting him to open up to them. It's just not in his programming to trust anyone at all.
On top of his trust issues are a pile of mommy, and daddy issues that is a constant source of hatred for him to tap into in order to use his powers. He views basically everyone else as expendable because to him that was his childhood, he was just given up in the blink of an eye, and doesn't care to form any attachments to people knowing that the moment they walk into his life they are more than likely going to just leave him anyway, and so he doesn't care to make allies, friends, or anything of the sort.
Ships/Vehicles:N/A
Equipment:
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Stats:
Agility - Above Average
Intelligence - Average
Charisma - Above Average
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Force Stats:
Telepathic: Adept
Body: Novice
Sense: Adept
Protection: Unskilled
Healing: Unskilled
Destruction: Apprentice
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Combat Training: Unskilled
Force Training:
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Other Training: N/A
Lightsaber Training:
Niman: Novice
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Bio:
The Beginning
Age: 1-3
Birth: Zexva was born like any other child his age to two loving parents, who cared about one another deeply, well as deeply as his kind could care about one another. His father’s name was Bahuxa, and his mother’s name was Chandelique. Eventually his parents split up, and sought out new partners. Bahuxa while a good man in his own right didn't know the first thing about raising a child. He assumed the mother would want the boy, and since she didn't, he now had a kid to raise, and he didn't have the foggiest clue about how to do it. Not to mention that with a kid he wouldn't be able to go out, and party like he wanted to.
A new found responsibility was thrust in his arms, and he began to resent Chandelique for putting this thing here in front of him despite his own side of making it happen. Bahuxa liked to go out, and meet new women, and with this child here he wouldn't be able to do that. His growing resentment of this new responsibility soon culminated in him trying to think of a way to get rid of the boy that he viewed as nothing more as a burden. He tried to get her to take him, but she didn't want him anymore than he did, which was the reason that she left him, with the boy. So he decided to try, and put a spin to things so that he could still have fun while being a father, and for a while it worked.
Year 1: While still too early for him to remember anything that happened to him, a few things about the boy began to trouble his father. During one of the boys doctor's appointments Zexva's blood work came back, with a strange reading. Bahuxa thinking that his son was genetically defect took him to the doctor to try, and figure out what was wrong with him. After a blood test, it was revealed that Zexva had an abundance of midi-chlorians in his red blood cells. Whereas most humans only had 2,500 per cell, or lower Zexva had about 6,000 per cell. Revealing to him that his son was a force sensitive being, and it scared him that his son might grow up to become a monster.
Being on a planet that specialized with parties he had only heard of the terrible reports that came from people who had seen those called Jedi, or Dark Jedi in action. The terrible, and great powers that they could possess, and looking at his son doing such things only seemed to frighten him that much more. A being with that kind of power took to much care to raise, and he didn't know how to do it. Choosing to get rid of his son he began searching for another force sensitive being to take his son away from him. He was just a frightened man who didn’t know how to take care of such a person.
Years 2-3: Bahuxa for the past year ever since finding out about his son’s abilities had been trying to find someone to pawn him off on so that he wouldn’t have to worry about the responsibility of a weird son. One night during one of Zeltros’s many parties, a man in a black cloak came up to him, and told him that he heard about his plight, and would be willing to take his son off of his hands in one year’s time when the boy would have reached his third year after being born. The man "convinced" him that he was a Jedi, and that his son would be safe, and in fact would be able to visit him quiet regularly.
Despite his initial want of trying to get rid of his kid it did come as a shock to him when someone actually decided to take him up on the offer. It was one thing to talk about it, and another thing to do it, but he thought about how much better their lives could be this way, and finally resolved to do it, however it was no longer about his resentment towards being forced to be a responsible parent, it was now because he thought it was the best way to give his son the life he deserved.
So for the next year Bahuxa prepared his son for his departure, but because Zexva was so young he didn’t understand what was going on, and then exactly one year later a man in a black hood appeared at their front door, and took him from his father. While hesitant at first the man "assured" him that it was all going to be okay, and that they would send him a message when they reached the academy. Taking Zexva to the ship the hooded man told him to wait there while he discussed some final things with his father. So the hooded man went back to the house, and it was there that he slaughtered Bahuxa. Then set the house on fire to incinerate the remains. Then as quickly as he appeared he disappeared with the boy in tow without a single trace.Enter the Darkness
Age 3-8
Years 3-6: Zexva was now on a ship called the Titanium Eagle where his new master, whose name he found out was Xiszek Konnh, began training him in the ways of the Dark Side. Xiszek knew that most Jedi who turned to the dark side had been part of the light side first. He however wanted an apprentice that he could groom from just the dark side. So he took the shy, and naive boy, and began his strict training regimen.
In order to physically, and mentally prepare the boy for what was going to happen him in the coming years. Xiszek put him through a fierce training regimen which pushed his physical limits every day. A few times a day the boy was dedicated to doing nothing but physical drills. Then for a couple of hourse he was being taught meditation techniques that would help him learn how to touch the force. For three years he was taught how to become tougher in body, and mind.
Years 6-8: When his three years of preperation were over it was time for him to actually start learning the ways of combat, and the force. First came the basic lightsaber combat, and a basic grasp on the force. Zexva was tutored in the ways of Shii Cho first so that he could have a foundation on which to build upon. His progress was of course slow because of his young age, and due to this he was required to train everyday with the practice saber. However the form was too rigid for the free spirited Zeltron, and he wanted to learn something that had a bit of freedom to it. Xiszek told him that when he was ready he would learn more advanced techniques, but he first had to learn the basics.
Alongside of his rigorous lightsaber training sessions he had to spend an additional few hours devoted to learning, and understanding the Force. However this was something that he grasped a bit easier, and he caught on quickly. Meditating every day he viewed the force as a type of visible color that he could reach out, and tangibly touch, while this was not necessarily true it was what helped him progress through this particular exercise.
His master while building on his preexisting talents also strove to teach him the other various force related powers, especially the ones that he lacked in like Telekinesis, Body, and Destruction. While they never really practiced with them he was still drilled in their use, and their basic functionality so that he would have a working niche when he was older, and be able to use them more effectively.
However the boy was still a sniveling child on the inside, and was to young, and innocent to see past his imagination. While he had the potential to grow powerful lacked the hatred necessary to embrace the full power of the dark side, he was also unfocused, and lacked any sort of discipline, something that infuriated him. So he devised a way to squash that problem.
While his master seemed patient with his slow progress he soon learned that this was nothing more than just a rouse. For every failure he had a punishment whether it be hard labor, mental, or physical torture. Though his punishments were never enough to kill him, they certainly did get the point across, and every failure than mounted up the punishments got more severe. During this year he accumulated many scars some from training, some from torture, and some from other various things. Because of this harsh treatment he began to resent, and hate his master, and the more hate that filled him at his young age, Xiszek knew the more hate that would follow him for the rest of his life.Shadow Rising
Age 8-11
Year 8-9: Zexva’s powers were slowly growing over the years, and he soon realized that his natural talents in combination with his growing lightsaber prowess were the best combinations to use in a fight. His master had drilled into him that brute force alone didn’t win a battle, and at the end of the day the person with quicker wit, and cunning would triumph over any foe no matter how strong they were. So Zexva did his best to apply this to his fighting working more to outsmart his enemies rather than just outright overpower them, and despite his young age, and childish mind he soon realized that no one expected a child like him to be dangerous, and he used that to his advantage.
Zexva’s training grew harsher, and more tiresome as he was only allowed four to five hours of rest a day before using the rest to study, and train. Xiszek began teaching him how to utilize his telepathic, and sensing talents in more powerful ways. The first actual force power that Zexva started learning was how to induce fear in an enemy. Of course with him being so young, and unable to grasp the complete concept he failed miserably, but his master kept pushing him harder, and harder causing his hatred to grow more, and more so that he could unlock his full power.
Zexva around this time also began learning how to sense other beings without actually having to see them, and for the better part of his training during this year he was blindfolded so that he could learn how to see without seeing. In this regard he actually caught on quickly for a child his age, and while he wasn’t a master of it quiet yet he was able to navigate his way through the ship, and fight somewhat effectively against the sparring droids despite always being beaten.
His potential was slowly being unlocked throughout the year of his training, and with every loss he learned more until he was able to easily mop the floor with the sparring droid every time. He was slowly getting more powerful each, and every day. However while the boy’s hatred of his master was enough to fuel his powers, Xiszek knew that he would need something to push the boy completely over the edge once, and for all to make sure that he would never turn from the dark side so he devised a plan that would cause the boy to forever enter the darkness.
With the boy having been his apprentice for almost five years now Xiszek knew that he was going to have to do something to make the boy fully embrace the dark side of the force. Torture, and physical labor while effective at making the boy hate his master were not enough to make the boy hate the world which was exactly what he wanted. So Xiszek set his apprentice down, and told him the story of how his father didn’t want him. Telling the boy that his father willingly gave him up, and that his mother had abandoned him, that no one wanted him, and that is how he ended up where he was. Of course this could have all been a lie, but Zexva was able to sense that his master was telling the truth, and that only made Zexva hate him, and his parents all the more.
Believing that the world had abandoned, and that he was doomed to be like this from the start the impressionable young Zeltron embraced his hatred just as his master had been coaching him to do for the past three years, and his powers exploded, objects around the room they were in lifted off the ground, and compacted as his rage wasn't quelled, and his master only smiled beneath the hood of his cloak as now the real training would begin with his apprentice.
With hatred coursing through his veins towards his parents for their lack of care towards him, and for abandoning him, and the hatred of his master for the harsh treatment his training went easier as he was able to finally tap into the full power of the dark side. Xiszek would often bring the young warrior victims with which he would be able to test his powers of persuasion, fear, and sense. With test victims he was soon able to tell what others were feeling with his empathic powers, and then insert other various emotions into them that took away their confidence, and made them less likely to resist him when he went in to kill them.
Zexva around this time was able to start using his force fear more effectively while it wasn't as powerful as someone older than him he was able to begin startling them slightly. Of course all great people have to start off somewhere, and he was just learning how to effectively use his powers, and lightsaber skills. While his lightsaber skills weren't on par with others he more than made up for it with his force talents. Able to outsmart his foes with cunning strategies soon he had to stop practicing with the sparring droids, and his master began teaching him personally.
His master during their training deemed it useless to teach the boy how to heal, and protect himself going for a fast, and furious offense that would be difficult to defend against. While Zexva was still learning how to perfect his powers, and skills his master began teaching him a new lightsaber form. It was called Niman, and it allowed the free spirited Zeltron to finally use his creativity in combat instead of the strict guidelines set by Shii Cho. While he was still learning how to use Shii-Cho effectively in combat his Niman training began, and he took to it much easier, and naturally than that of Shii Cho.
From time to time his master would require him to spar with the training droids because of the use of the new form, but otherwise he still exclusively sparred with Xiszek. And just like all the other times over the years before, his failures were met with severe punishments that would cause his hatred to grow even more allowing him to immerse himself into the darkside further. There was no going back because he loved the feeling that the dark powers gave him having only ever been trained in them he didn’t know anything else, and became addicted to their powers.
Even though he was only eight his training advanced further as he was taught on living people that his master kidnapped on how to use his force powers. Ones that he had a knack for such as persuasion, fear or empathy came easily to him, but others such as the telekinetic powers like, force push, force pull, and saber throw still gave him a hard time, but he was becoming better at them all the time. And with all these powers his ambition grew to greater heights so that one day he would become powerful enough to seek his revenge on those that had abandoned him, or given him up. Zexva had finally entered the darkness…
Zexva had finally become a true student of the darkside after his master’s reveal about his parents, and his hatred grew each day. No longer was he the innocent naïve child that he was, but he was now a more cold, and calculating pupil. Still practicing his Force Fear, Empathy, and Sense on living people his talents with them grew. When Xiszek was satisfied with his skill in those powers he began learning true darkside powers such as force choke, lightning, and scream. While these powers were very simple in nature they would provide him a vital offense along side of his lightsaber abilities. The first ability that his master taught him to learn was Force Choke.
Teaching him to not get his hands dirty if he didn’t have to, allowing him to grow in his telekinetic prowess. At the same time his master began schooling him in the most signature Dark Jedi power, Force Lightning. His master taught him that in order to be able to properly use this ability he would have to be at the receiving end of it. For now his punishments hadn’t consisted of anything that would bring him to death, but now that he was stronger, and learning about the dangerous power his master knew that he had to be pushed even more.
So his master began using harsher torture methods for every failure that he racked up, his master began to electrocute him with force lightning, allowing him to taste the feel of the power, and also increase his hatred all at once. Throughout the year he attempted to master the power of lightning, and he repeatedly failed at it resulting in him being tortured by the lightning from his master. He gritted his teeth through the pain, and allowed it to fuel him even more however the power was too advanced for his age, and while he continued to learn how to do it he of course kept on practicing despite his numerous failings, and the torture he endured.
Towards the end of his fifth year of being an apprentice he had gained a better understanding of what it meant to be a true Dark Jedi. Up until this point he had been sheltered on board the ship never allowed to see the outside, but his master promised him that if he succeeded in learning to use Force Lightning he would be allowed to make his own lightsaber, and to be sent out on some minor missions. This only served to motivate him more to be able to learn these new powers. He was ready to be free from the ship that he had been on for most of his life.
Years 9-11: Over the next two years he began training in order to further utilize his abilities so that he could become a true Jedi his training regimen extended, making sure that he covered all areas within the allotted time. Everyday he remembered his harsh treatment, the two parents who gave him up, and each day he failed in summoning the lightning that his master commanded. Unrelenting, and closing himself off to the world he finally allowed his rage to bubble over one day, and he managed to summon the lightning from his finger tips, the energy flowing through his body made him feel incredibly powerful as the person in front of him died. A sadistic smirk flitted across his lips as he looked at the man whom he called master.
For the next 2 years he learned how to focus the power, and use it more effectively, and he realized that with this power one day he would eventually become unstoppable, and from that moment on Zexva had an insatiable thirst for power that never seemed to be quenched. Xiszek could only smirk at how much his apprentice had grown.Mastering the Darkness Within
Age 11-17
Years 11-12: Good to his word his master took him to the World of Ruusan where force energies reigned supreme, his master took him to the Crystal Cave. Not checking to see if it was safe or not his master told him to go in there, and meditate until he had his crystal picked out. So Zexva did so without question having lived with his master for eight years he knew better than to question the man, and so he entered the cave. He could feel the darkness around him, and it filled him to the brim, it allowed his hatred to flow like a great roaring river, and so when he sat down to meditate he focused on the perfect crystal that would be a great match for him.
Several hours later he heard it calling out to him, and went to find it though he did so with his eyes closed, so that he wouldn’t mistakenly pick up the wrong crystal. Opening his eyes he saw it a gold crystal that seemed to glow a little bit brighter than the rest. Plucking it from its resting point he went back to his meditation point, and just like his master told him he began meditating, and concentrating over the crystal pouring his hatred, and essence into it, imprinting himself onto the crystal, and making it his. While it looked like every other crystal there he knew that this one was his, and only his. After several more hours of meditating over his crystal he finished, and exited the cave to find his master waiting for him.
With his new crystal his master presented him with the necessary components to create his own lightsaber. Going back onboard the Titanium Eagle his master told him that he had seven days to craft his lightsaber with no instruction. If he failed to complete it in that time he would kill him, and end his apprenticeship right then, and there without hesitation. Although that should have caused him to become scared it only served to make him angrier, and search deep inside of himself in order to make the weapon that was going to be his.
So he sat down in the training room where his master usually drilled him in intense instruction, and began focusing on how to complete his lightsaber. He allowed the force to guide him opening his mind to all the possibilities that were open before him. Seeing each piece in front of him as a puzzle he began to try, and solve it, and at first it gave him some trouble, but on the fourth day he understood the piece of machinery before him, and was able to assemble it. Showing his master the work that he had done, he was greeted with an attack, and was know being drilled in the difference of the training saber, and his new saber.
Of course he was no match for his master, but he was able to put up a decent fight before he was left with a long jagged scar down his chest. Now that he had his own weapon his training was going to consist of various missions designed with his master, and sometimes alone. Finally Zexva had a freedom that he hadn’t known before, and because of that he was excited to explore the vast world, and help his master impose his will on others. And so his first mission began after months of preparation.
Year 12-13: Through the years any semblance of the naïve, and sweet boy that he use to be was now gone. It had been completely squashed out of him, and made him into what he was now. Years of practicing his force powers on others made him quiet emotionless to doing it to them now, and he was excited for his first ever mission. They were going to his home world of Zeltros, because he had to finish severing his ties to that particular world. Cloaked in a black robe he knew his mission it was a simple one, find his mother, and kill her thereby destroying all ties that he had to the light.
The woman who had given him up to his father, who had in turn given him up to his master he was going to make her suffer for what she did him. Chandelique still lived in the northern province where he was born so tracking her down was easy. Arriving on her front door step he simply knocked, and when she answered the door rage bubbled to the surface of his face, and he extended his hand blasting the door into her. Of course she was caught completely off guard, and because she wasn't force sensitive like he was she stood little chance. Pulling the door off of her he gripped her throat with his free hand, and smiled sadistically.
Telling her who he was he gave a psychotic laugh as she plead for her life, but he reminded her that she had no right to do that for her banishing him to the life that he now lead. She had taken away his life, and now he was going to take away hers. Years spent hating his parents had caused him to grow cold, and emotionless towards them so it was a rather easy choice to take his golden lightsaber, and stab her through the heart. When the life finally left her eyes he left her body on the floor, and then set the house on fire leaving not a trace of the woman who he never knew.
Looking in a nearby mirror Zexva realized something was different about his appearance, and when he inspected it further had found that his eyes over the years were slowly turning gold in appearance. Right now they were a very dull gold, but he realized how much he had changed since he first started training, and how much stronger that he had become. Heading back to the ship he told his master of his success, and then they departed on his next mission.
Almost immediately after killing his mother in cold blood Zexva, and his master were sent on a mission to capture a ship named the Venturing Shadow. Of course the ship was much bigger than theirs, and they were going to have to outsmart it in order to do what they needed. So when they were on board the ship they quickly subdued the crew using a combination of his empathic powers, and then stabbing them in the back quietly assassinating them. It didn’t take them long to reach the captain’s quarters as they blasted the door open, and demanded his surrender. Of course the man refused, and this time his master ordered him to kill the man, but to do so creatively.
The captain appeared confused before he was shocked by the small burst of lightning that erupted from the twelve year olds fingertips. With the man temporarily stunned he seized the opportunity to manuver around cut off both of the mans legs at once. Then he continued lopping each of the mans limbs off one by one before finally finishing him by cutting his head off. With this venture successfully completed they moved on to the next mission, and the next mission, but despite all the missions they completed they were nothing compared to the next mission that he had to complete on his own.
Years 13-14: His master required more of him, and despite his excellent performance on the past missions there were just too many mistakes that the young apprentice was making. So in order to punish him for his mistakes his master took him to the planet of Felucia. Survival in this world was key, and so it was going to be here that the young Zeltron learned how to survive on his own wits, cunning, and strength. Xiszek left him there, and told him that he would be back in a year’s time to see if he survived this test. Then his master left him on one of the most dangerous planets in the galaxy.
He had two options before him, he could either die, or survive, and he wasn’t going to die so easily so he chose to survive. After searching his immediate area he found a small cave that would be able to provide him with shelter easily enough so that was where he made his home. He began to familiarize himself with the unfamiliar territory that he was in. Huge fungal forests were laid out before him, and all the space he could ever want to explore. Of course he had no idea what to do with all this expanse, and limited himself to the area’s around his shelter.
After spending a night in the jungles he realized that he was going to have to make his shelter much better, and so began to cut down the nearby fungal trees. Placing their stalks along the entrance to his shelter to make a make shift wall to keep out horrible weather like rain, wind storms or some other type of terrible weather. With the stalks used up, he tried to think of a use for the caps that were left on the ground, and decided that if properly cut by his lightsaber they would make a very comfortable bed. So he made a bed out of the fungal caps.
When all of that was done, he began gathering up fruit from the native plants hoping that none of it was poisonous to him, and then he began searching for the big game. Animals with meat on them to spare, and because he was a force user he didn’t need to waste time building traps like others. After storing all of the fruit he had gathered he soon saw a flock of birds nearby. Without hesitation or even thinking about it he lashed out with his force grip, and caught two of the Felucian Birds.
Suffocating them in his iron grip he brought them back to his cave, and started up a fire using his lightsaber, and some dead pieces of wood that he found scattered about. For the first few weeks he didn’t run into any trouble, but like everything else all good things must come to an end.
During one of his hunting trips to gather up more supplies he ran into some trouble, of course it was bound to happen because Rancor were native to this planet. One caught on to his scent on one of his hunting trips, and it came after him. Of course it was only a matter time before something like this happened. It was thankfully only a younger Rancor, and not a full grown one as he would have stood no chance against a full grown one. As he was being chased through the jungle, he realized that despite the creatures size it was slow, and bumbling still. Using his powers he leapt on to a giant fungal tree, and watched as the creature mowed down everything in its path to get to him.
Of course he knew that he only had one shot at this, and when the Rancor was right in front of him he leapt on to its back. Taking his lightsaber he drove the weapon into the things head, and then he drug it through the flesh, muscle, and bone of the creatures neck. Of course that wasn’t enough for him to take it down immediately, and it bucked him off on the ground. Sprawling on the forest floor he looked up at the creature looming over him. Of course this was the moment that his master had forseen for him, a death at the hand of the wilderness.
He wasn’t going to die however, not here not now, and that fear, anger, and hatred boiled over, and allowed him to shoot lightning from his fingertips much more powerful than what he had been able to summon before as the Rancor was temporarily stunned. Scrambling to his feet he began to run through the tree’s, and thick forest as he was being chased by a Rancor. Eventually however the creature succumbed to its wounds, and fell behind him.
Bruised, scraped, and slightly bleeding he went over to the beast, and cut off one of its claws, and carried it back to his camp. A little while later he had a run in with the native felucians, but a quick force fear had them running the other way, and besides having to survive against the wildlife his time there was quiet, and he grew tougher with each passing day.
Years 14-16: A year after his survival training his master came just as he said he would, and picked him up. Noticing the Rancor claw that was now strung on a necklace around his neck, his master smirked under his hooded cloak, and invited his apprentice back on board for what would be his last years of training with him. Xiszek with his apprentice went on even more missions allowing him to further hone his abilities, until finally he had learned all that he could with his master. Being his apprentice for 13 years, Xiszek heard of the Sith Academy on Korriban being rebuilt, and they immediately made their way there without wasting time. The Academy hadn’t been open for very long so when he got there. His master told him nothing more, and then left him there to make his destiny.
Year 17: Having been at the academy for only a year Zexva has continued to learn what they have to teach him, so that one day he can track down his old master, and kill him.
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Cold, bleak, desolate, uncaring, unloving, no empathy...These were all words that described him, they called him a machine, soulless even by their standards all he cared about was becoming powerful. That thirst for power had led him to being abandoned by a man who had raised him practically all his life in the ways of the force. He was pushed harder than any other youngling, tortured, beaten, and punished for even the smallest of failures. It had made him ice on the inside, and despite his exotic exterior he was not as charming as he appeared to be. While he was chatting you up making you feel comfortable he would slide a blade through the soft flesh of your ribs.
Once again he was out in the training grounds drilling himself in countless simulations how to take on one enemy, and then switching to multiple enemies. He would not give up until he had the power that he sought after, which wouldn't be for many more years. Unlike others who had a background in the light side he had only ever known the darkness, and he embraced it, it was a part of him, and he was a part of it. The dark was all he had ever known, and so he felt that he understood it's power better than the others that were here. Darkness was all he knew, and he would never turn from it. It was what he was meant to be.
Finishing his simulation he walked back into the hallways of the academy, where many of the other women began looking at him. Of course he was very alluring, and the pheromones that he naturally exuded only helped add to his attractiveness, but he had a very cold aura that kept them at a distance, and only the bravest one's ever approached him. A cruel smirk spread across his lips as he thought about how fun it would be to examine them, and torture them with their feelings. Make them want him until they couldn't stand it anymore, but never give in to them. It was so much fun to play with them, after all they were all just toys to him.
Walking back to his room he began meditating for the next training session that he was going to endure. If he failed in any of his teachings his teachers wouldn't be very pleased with him, and he wished to become the best...No matter the cost.
