Post by Sammeh on Oct 24, 2015 7:00:18 GMT -5
“Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.”
Name: Varil Cathan.
Race: Zabrak.
Age: Twenty-Eight.
Birthplace: Ord Mantell.
Allegiance: Sith Order.
Status: Warrior for the Sith.
Rank: Knight.
Height: 6’2”.
Weight: 205 lbs.
Appearance:
Varil’s appearance can catch you off guard and is imposing at a glance. Being tall and in really great shape, he also has skin the color of silver with black markings lain across his skin. Little sharp horns dot the top of his head, pointing down to a set of small yellow eyes above a wide, but proportional nose that sits atop a crooked mouth and a strong jawline.
As was mentioned, Varil is in great shape. Going through intensive, daily, three hour training sessions is always on his agenda to keep in tiptop physical form, prioritizing functional strength and agility. He is a lithe, well-oiled physical machine.
Usually, he wears little clothing. Trousers and/or robes around his waist will do him well enough. If he needs to be fully dressed for an event or for something formal, he will dress in the current styles, but otherwise he is fine as is. In combat, he wears pretty much the same thing, maybe along with a sash or bandolier of some sort to cover up his torso a little bit. Jackets are never out of the question either.
Personality:
Through troubled and misguided at times, Varil really is looking out for the galaxy’s best interests, regardless of his actions. He’s a good person at heart, always looking out for the greater good despite the things he has to go through, and can be a funny guy when he wants to be.
Varil is an angry and cold person; usually honest with a person who deserves it and has no problem lying if they’re not. He is very confident and will fight for what he believes in. In combat, Varil is a cocky bastard, who regularly insults his opponents.
Unfortunately, Varil also has a lot of self-doubt and insecurities. Because of this, he can be defensive and spiteful, which can turn into unreasonably violent, when anyone mentions anything about his unimportance or meagerness. The reason why is because he has an inferiority complex, where he thinks he’s unimportant and not worth anyone’s time. He tries to compensate subconsciously by being greedy, wanting nothing more than power and influence.
Ships/Vehicles: N/A.
Equipment:
-Lightsaber (Long handle, single phase, and a red crystal).
-Blaster Pistol.
-Rebreather.
Stats:
Strength: Superior.
Agility: Above Average.
Intelligence: Average.
Charisma: Average.
Force Stats:
Telekinetic: Expert.
Telepathic: Apprentice.
Body: Adept.
Sense: Adept.
Protection: Apprentice.
Healing: Unskilled.
Destruction: Adept.
Combat Training:
-Close Quarters Combat: Expert.
-Swordsmanship: Expert.
-Marksmanship: Novice.
Other Training:
-Land Vehicles: Apprentice.
-Piloting: Apprentice.
-Stealth: Novice.
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho – Adept.
Soresu – Apprentice.
Ataru – Expert.
Shien/Djem So – Apprentice.
Biography:
Varil was born in on Ord Mantell to a pair of Zabrak parents. If his life turned out the way the first three years did, he might’ve been a much different person with much different interests. But, unfortunately, after a nice, modest three years both of his parents ended up dying in a huge transport accident. At the age of three, he was abandoned and left at home with no money and nothing to survive on. It didn’t take long until he decided to leave when he heard the news. He spent a good couple days looking to see if he could find his parents, clinging onto the last vestiges of hope that they were alive, but he ended up collapsing in the streets and woke up sometime later, realizing he was on his own now at the tender age of three.
Initially, things weren’t that difficult. He just spent his days foraging for food and water cause he saw other homeless kids doing that. He survived just doing that for a couple years, but when he became big enough to become competition to the other foragers out there, things began becoming difficult. Other children were constantly challenging him but he was in good shape and he was inherently tough, so while he did lose those battles as much as he won, he held his own. He learned to watch out for himself and became a bit paranoid.
He pretty much had no one to watch over him or provide for him. He slept in alleyways, on benches, on rooftops, and even bathrooms. When he got sick, he fought through it. When he was hurt, he walked it off. He survived despite all odds.
At one point it didn’t look like it was going to turn out that way though. One of the fellow foragers at the age of six came to challenge him and he was a hell of a lot better at fighting than he was, no matter how much ferocity and presence Varil brought to his fights. He got beaten to a bloody pulp, but was able to lash out with pure force of will and threw this child against a wall, damaging him badly. A local enforcer at the time saw this transpire and took Varil away.
It was at that point where Varil learned that not only was he force sensitive, but that he was being sent to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and there he began to train his talents. He learned his way around a blade but always found that he had an affinity for swords with longer hilts. He also found a talent for fitness and athletic activities in general, finding that working out and keeping his body in shape as a Padawan gave him a sense of peace that he hadn’t felt much before. Finally, after several long years of study and work, Varil finished his studies and was pledged to a master named Korm, a Kel Dorian.
But all the while, Varil harbored a lot of anger and disappointment with the world from the way he was brought up. He was decent at keeping it inside most of the time but after his graduation, Korm noticed almost immediately that this boy had a lot of potential for darkness and tried to sway him from the path. They often took peaceful journeys on their missions as a way to try and soothe the young boy’s soul, but it only served to build resentment within him.
It all culminated in one of the first instances of combat Korm and Varil faced several years after his graduation. A Dark Jedi and Korm assumedly had a history of a sort as they began fighting only a bit after they came into contact. The two fought a bloody battle to a stalemate, at which point Varil, for some reason unknown really to him to this day perhaps out of a sense of vindictiveness or maybe vengeance against his absent father figure, he got the attention of his master, who turned to him for just long enough for the Dark Jedi to strike him down.
It was a shocking experience and the feelings Varil had against his father and mother who he felt had abandoned him came up and he felt this sick sense of satisfaction to help cause the death of the only other thing that had ever come close to a father figure in his life. But he came to his senses and broke down crying despite all that. The Dark Jedi took pause in this, sensing the darkness from within this boy’s soul and offered to take him under his wing. Varil, with no other aim in life now and respecting the Dark Jedi’s strength, agreed.
The Dark Jedi came to be known as Tichna, a twi’lek with dark green skin and bright eyes. It took a while for Varil to even try and speak to him, but eventually, Tichna offered to introduce him to a whole new side of life. Something he never thought could be possible. Varil tentatively agreed.
So there began his training. It started off similarly to how a lot of Varil’s initial training did, but as time went on, the lessons and the brutality within the lessons increased in violent quality. He began learning to harness his inherent power, anger, resent, and depression and channel it through his use of the force and his blade. Tichna would spend sessions beating the hell out of Varil only so that Varil could learn to sense the force through Tichna’s anger and increase his own power with his increasing rage. Varil would accompany him on missions of unknown origin and help out within combat and out. It was the twisted version of his relationship with Korm but somehow… Varil liked this one more. He didn’t have to be so close. He didn’t have to go on peaceful journeys. He trained. He hurt. He trained. That was his life.
Before Varil knew it, he had graduated Tichna’s training regimen and it was revealed that this Dark Jedi had connections with an aspiring, new Sith order that he was very interested in joining. Gaining some traction within the group, Tichna was able to be inducted into the order along with Varil, a young master within the order who personally believed that he had a lot of potential to grow within the order. Unfortunately, Tichna fell asleep one night and never woke up, succumbing to disease sometime after he joined.
So now, under the Sith banner, Varil fights for an order he believes in from the bottom of his heart.
Roleplay Sample:
Varil Cathan.
3599 BBY.
Jakku.
"Hoofh!"
The Rodian was thrown through the wall haphazardly, the thin material easily cracking under his bodyweight. He slammed against the hard wooden floor with a resounding thud.
“Did you make sure to watch your head?”
Varil Cathan stepped through the new hole in the wall, his robes tied at his waist billowing in the sandy wind draft that was opened up after Varil barged in through this Rodian’s bathroom. He lazily made his way over to the target. Not even bothering to take out his lightsaber yet, he pulls out a blaster pistol and leveled it with the Rodian’s head.
“I wouldn’t want there to be more cleanup.”
The Rodian coughed and tried to gather the strength to move, but the smooth hardwood floor didn’t allow for much traction, “Try that again, softy… I-I dare you.”
Varil, with sudden cat-like speed, dropped a knee onto the Rodian’s chest, eliciting a violent cough riddled with blood. He pressed the blaster pistol into the man’s shoulder and took out his lightsaber, pressing the hilt into his target’s neck, ready to pop it and slice through this man in less than a second.
“What are you going to do, huh!?” He growled, “What in the absolute hell are you going to do!?”
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