Abaddon Velshaar
The Swashbuckling Jedi
NAME: Abaddon Velshaar
FACTION: None.
RANK: Jedi Padawan under tutelage of Jedi Master [member="Bethany Kismet"]
SPECIES: Human/Zeltron
HOMEWORLD: Korriban
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 170 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Light tan
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Surrender the booty. - Abaddon is quite charming. Thanks to his Zeltron genetics, he was blessed with good looks and a silver tongue. The combination can be quite intoxicating. He uses this to his advantage. He has, in the past, charmed riches off of many lonely women. A few gentlemen too, but who's counting, am I right?
+ Swashbuckling - On top of being a handsome and charming devil, he's also an expert duelist. At the Sith Academy on Korriban, he was the top student in Makashi. It was nearly the only thing he practiced at the Academy. He had been offered a teaching position once he had graduated. However, the Academy fell in the bombings that decimated Korriban.
+/- Hoist the sails - The Swashbuckler is a free spirit. A passionate man who often wears his heart on his sleeve. He doesn't like being tied down. He can't stand being in the same place for an extended period of time. That was why he focused so much on dueling. It allowed him to travel to various tournaments across the territory.
- The Sea is a Cruel Mistress - Abaddon couldn't help his family into the shelter when the bombs fell. Out of his family, he is the only survivor. The severity of the attack, losing those he cared for has scarred him with post-traumatic stress disorder. Additionally, he holds a large amount of guilt for not being able to save his family. He has trouble sleeping, and when he does, he has terrible nightmares.
- Slimey Codfish - But, down at his core, Abaddon is a coward. He hides behind his dueling skills and acquired powers through the force so no one can see how cowardice he is. That's why he doesn't like being someplace any longer than what he has to be. He's afraid of making attachments. Afraid people might hurt him. Afraid he'll lose them.
APPEARANCE:
Just admire the gif. Sheesh.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born from a long line of pirates and Sith, Abaddon Velshaar grew up on the sands of Korriban. His father was a Sith Lord, his mother was a Zeltron bar maid. She died during childbirth, so Abaddon's father, Khi'lek, took him home to Korriban. His father later married another Sith, and they had another child; Deryk.
Deryk, however, wasn't gifted with abilities in the force. A disappointment for his parents. But where his father turned his disappointment in on him, his stepmother turned her disappointments on him. She punished him because he had the gifts where her own son didn't. The abuses were severe, but he was too afraid to tell his father. He feared that the punishment would only worsen.
When he came of age, he was enrolled into the Sith Academy. He was a proper student, already used to being raised with severe abuse. It only fueled his rage. He became apt at Makashi, and his instructors focused his training on it. It became his outlet, and he poured himself into it. He was recognized within the Academy because of it.
But, his aspirations and hopes for graduation were shattered when the bombs fell. He remembers the moment vividly.
Blue eyes rested on his father. The aging Sith Lord stood at the windows of their home. Deryk and his mother had gone into town to evacuate during the battles that had swept over Korriban. The sirens began to blast throughout the city as his father turned to look at him with fear in his eyes. The first bomb hit, the blast was close enough to shatter the windows of their house.
Abaddon was knocked to the floor, he was dazed, but ultimately okay. He sat up, to see his father bleeding on the floor. "Get to the shelter..." he said to the boy. Deryk got to his feet, nearly running to the door to their bomb shelter. He turned back, frozen. He wanted to help his father, but he could hear the whistling of the bombs falling around them.
"I need to..."
A huge wave of energy shoved him into the room as he flew down the flight of stairs. He collided with the rear wall of the underground shelter, his head smacking against the concrete. The door closed as he could hear the ground above him being carpeted with explosions. The shelter shook, dirt falling onto him. Slowly, he lost consciousness. The world growing black.
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