Post by Wraith Valos on Jun 22, 2005 7:17:26 GMT
Name: Wraith Valos
Age: 19
Gender: male
Home world: Onderon
Force Alignment: Dark
Appearance: Wraith Valos stands at 5'9 and 180lbs. his eyes are a faded gray and appear almost lifeless. his hair is untamed and dark brown, rich as coffee. his body, coated with scars of abuse and torment and covered with an old tattered robe that appears to be an old sith lord robe but is damaged beyond recognition. the robe is held together tightly around the waist with a belt decorated with an assortment of short sith blades and daggers.
Personality: Wraith keeps to himself mostly. talks only when necessary and prefers not to speak of his past. though the expression on his face shows a great deal of thought. a simple gaze from him would easily reveal his true nature and what stirs inside his clouded mind.
weapons: wields an ancient sith blade pulled from the tomb wall of an ancient sith lord.
Force Powers: enhanced senses, minor healing, force enhanced persuade
Bio:Wraith Valos lived a fairly typical childhood on
Onderon. although he spent most of his time in his room reading. Wraith had so many books in his chamber that it was often mistaken for an archive library. he was especially interested in topics revolving around the force. he loved taking trips to Dantooine and scavenging among the ruins of the Jedi enclave. one year upon arrival back at home Wraith would stumble upon the burnt remains of his home. his home and parents were destroyed by vicious fire which the cause of is still unknown. Wraith was relatively uncared for and was forced onto the streets. he would spend many years living off of collecting bounties and gambling debts from local outlaws for the thugs at the cantina. he began to lose faith in others and was slowly growing less and less more sensitive to the dying economy around him. things would pass day by day until wraith made the mistake of trying to collect the bounty on a Jedi. since he had read all about their force tricks he felt he would stand a fair chance... he was wrong. the Jedi drove his lightsaber through Wraith's chest just missing his heart by centimeters. wraith narrowly escaped with his life and a scar that will be with him the rest of his life. ever since that incident wraith was unable to sleep. he kept hearing a terrible voice in his head calling him to Korriban. the voice would not let him rest or enjoy and single moments peace. he could not stand it anymore and jumped a ship to Korriban. He was drawn to the Valley of the Dark Lords. the voice was echoing from the tomb of Exar Kun. Wraith reached the entrance to the main chamber and peered into the dark room containing a silhouette of a phantom-like figure. "Enter" said the voice. Wraith walked forward as if he was hypnotized. the heavy stone door slammed shut behind him. Wraith would remain in that chamber for 6 days and 6 nights. on the sixth night stone door opened and Wraith appeared in the doorway nearly drained of life. he stepped forward only a few feet and collapsed to his knees with exhaustion gasping for air from an unbearable pain.
"You now know the meaning of pain. you now know the power of rage. and you now understand the wrath of the Dark side. go forward and seek to embrace what you have learned here and complete what your destiny has written out for you." those words were burned into his mind and would ring throughout his thoughts for days. wraith has since now headed out on his journey to seek enlightenment from the Dark side.
Age: 19
Gender: male
Home world: Onderon
Force Alignment: Dark
Appearance: Wraith Valos stands at 5'9 and 180lbs. his eyes are a faded gray and appear almost lifeless. his hair is untamed and dark brown, rich as coffee. his body, coated with scars of abuse and torment and covered with an old tattered robe that appears to be an old sith lord robe but is damaged beyond recognition. the robe is held together tightly around the waist with a belt decorated with an assortment of short sith blades and daggers.
Personality: Wraith keeps to himself mostly. talks only when necessary and prefers not to speak of his past. though the expression on his face shows a great deal of thought. a simple gaze from him would easily reveal his true nature and what stirs inside his clouded mind.
weapons: wields an ancient sith blade pulled from the tomb wall of an ancient sith lord.
Force Powers: enhanced senses, minor healing, force enhanced persuade
Bio:Wraith Valos lived a fairly typical childhood on
Onderon. although he spent most of his time in his room reading. Wraith had so many books in his chamber that it was often mistaken for an archive library. he was especially interested in topics revolving around the force. he loved taking trips to Dantooine and scavenging among the ruins of the Jedi enclave. one year upon arrival back at home Wraith would stumble upon the burnt remains of his home. his home and parents were destroyed by vicious fire which the cause of is still unknown. Wraith was relatively uncared for and was forced onto the streets. he would spend many years living off of collecting bounties and gambling debts from local outlaws for the thugs at the cantina. he began to lose faith in others and was slowly growing less and less more sensitive to the dying economy around him. things would pass day by day until wraith made the mistake of trying to collect the bounty on a Jedi. since he had read all about their force tricks he felt he would stand a fair chance... he was wrong. the Jedi drove his lightsaber through Wraith's chest just missing his heart by centimeters. wraith narrowly escaped with his life and a scar that will be with him the rest of his life. ever since that incident wraith was unable to sleep. he kept hearing a terrible voice in his head calling him to Korriban. the voice would not let him rest or enjoy and single moments peace. he could not stand it anymore and jumped a ship to Korriban. He was drawn to the Valley of the Dark Lords. the voice was echoing from the tomb of Exar Kun. Wraith reached the entrance to the main chamber and peered into the dark room containing a silhouette of a phantom-like figure. "Enter" said the voice. Wraith walked forward as if he was hypnotized. the heavy stone door slammed shut behind him. Wraith would remain in that chamber for 6 days and 6 nights. on the sixth night stone door opened and Wraith appeared in the doorway nearly drained of life. he stepped forward only a few feet and collapsed to his knees with exhaustion gasping for air from an unbearable pain.
"You now know the meaning of pain. you now know the power of rage. and you now understand the wrath of the Dark side. go forward and seek to embrace what you have learned here and complete what your destiny has written out for you." those words were burned into his mind and would ring throughout his thoughts for days. wraith has since now headed out on his journey to seek enlightenment from the Dark side.
