Post by Aradan Ather on Nov 19, 2005 7:28:15 GMT
Name: Aradan
Faction: Mercenary
Rank: N/A
Species: human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115 lb
Eyes: dark brown
Hair: black
Skin: tan
Credits: 1000
Strength: above average
Dexterity: extreme
Endurability level: almost inhumanely so
Constitution: slight lack of sleep
Intelligence: streetsmart
Wisdom: in a couple places
Charisma: Can influence people to engage in dangerous missions, that's about it
Force Powers:
None that he knows of
Skills:
Superiour hand-to-hand combat, dual blaster pistol mastery, Melee extremist
Lightsaber Forms:
N/A
Strengths and Weaknesses:
Is strong and nimble, can move through the night with ease.
Doesn't have good people-skills, likes to work alone, has no idea he is force-sensitive, is not great with technology, allows temper to get the best of him.
Outfit:
Jet black leather vest and sleevless white shirt.
Medallion of Vanail - Aradan believes it grant good fortune, is the only memory of his mother's, showing that he indeed has a heart.
Gear:
dual K-17 blaster pistols -
Quarterstaff -
Brass knuckles with cortosis weave -
Utility Belt -
dual hunting knives -
Steel plated boots -
Ships:
The Armaive - status - destroyed
Pets:
N/A
Personality:
slightly grim at times, has a dark mood and doesn't like to mix with others.
History:
Remer walked through the dust-covered streets of Tatooine, his hood was up, allowing a dark shadow to loom over his face. It was in the darkest phase of the night, and everything was closed. However, Remer often found peace at times like these just pacing about the streets. It was a great time to reflect on recent events. And in times of exiles, reflection was much needed. It wasn't every day a man was able to see everything he knew and loved get destroyed before his very eyes. Slowly, Remer moved like a fog in the darkness, passing shops, homes, and the occasional active cantina. But today his thoughts were slightly disturbed, there was something edging in his mind. There was a ripple in the force, as if there was a cry for help. Subconsiously, Remer was pulled towards it as he moved closer and closer. Soon enough, he heard voices.
"Come on, sweetie, it'll be fun." he heard, the voice was male, and it was dripping with a harsh, coarse tone.
"Get away from me you creep!" another voice, female, Remer could hear an echo in the force, she was connected to the force, barely, but it was there.
Quickly, Remer moved to the scene, where a gang was surrounding a woman, probably no older than 20 years of age. She had long, blond hair that was tied up into a ponytail and dark blue eyes. Her cloths seemed to be ripped, probably the work of the gang.
"What are you so scared of honey? We're not going to hurt you... much."
She screamed as one of them grabbed her arm and pulled her towards them.
"I believe she wishes to be left alone." Remer spoke, quietly but firmly.
In a mere second, the gang rounded on him. Snarling with their alcohol stained teeth.
"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" One of them barked.
Remer removed his hood, solemnly staring one of them in the eye.
"Not telling? Guess we'll just have to beat the answer out of you!"
Before any of them could move, Remer shot into the air, taking out the nearest one with a swift kick. In a flick motion of the wrist, Remer's quarterstaff was out, and he rammed one in the chest. It took only a couple moments as the rest of them were dispatched, and Remer deactivated his quarterstaff.
"That was... amazing." the female spoke up.
Remer did not look, instead he shed himself of his cloak and tossed it to the woman.
"Cover yourself." He said.
Without hesitating, the woman put the cloak on before speaking again.
"How did you do that?"
Remer looked at her in the eye, pausing for a moment before speaking. "With the proper training."
She raised an eyebrow, as if doubting. But she didn't push the matter.
"Anyways," she said after a moment. "I should... umm... head home. thank you."
She ran quickly towards him and pecked him on the cheek before running a couple paces away, then turning back.
"I never got your name." she said.
"Remer, Remer Ather." Remer replied.
"Remer... nice name," she said, looking at him for a moment. "I'm Hope, Hope Ifanu."
She looked for one last moment before turning to go, and Remer watched her as she faded into the night.
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During the times of the Republic Remnant, Remer Ather secretly married to Hope Ifanu on the planet of Tatooine. The location of the Desert's Secret, Remer's safehaven. Soon after, Remer went into solitude and was slain in a desperate but rather insane attempt to stop a madman. His name was Fury Aralion, and Remer's death threw Sabre into a rage and lust for vengence that flung him into the pit of darkness.
Back on Tatooine, Hope became pregnant and eventually found the location of the Desert's Secret, and slowly began to learn the ways of the Jedi with the many holocrons that Remer had left behind. In time, she bore her child and together they created remained in the solitude of the Desert's Secret.
Eventually, Hope Ather passed away peacefully and her son, Thesan Ather, decided to travel into the real world. Unfortunately, he was not ready for the real world and became corrupt by the hands of evil within the core worlds. He spent his life relishing in the darkness and eventually met another to spend his life with. Together they bore a child but did not wish to keep him. And that was where Aradan's story begun.
Dumped into an orphanage, Aradan was left to fend for himself, he mixed with the wrong groups but they did teach him the way of the streets. As his time as a runt, he learnt many different fighting arts, including was Wing Chung, Tae Kwan Do, Mong Ye Ryu, and Judo. Aradan started off as a common thief but soon became a hired mercenary, able in the most difficult of situations. Soon, killing things became the one thing he was good at. His heritage was something he never knew of and never exactly cared about. Being the hitman for different gangs was just about all he cared about. He followed two simple rules.
1. Never ask any questions
2. once deal is set, there is no change
Business was business to him, he had no friends and frankly, no connections whatsoever. The best thing he was able at was bathing in the blood of the enemy.
RP’s:
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