Overall Information
Name: | Adam Roywood |
Homeworld: | Naboo |
Species: | Human |
Sex: | Male |
Age: | 18 |
Sexuality/Relationship status: | Hetero/Single |
Eye Color: | ice blue |
Hair color: | White/Grey |
Skin: | White |
Force Sensitive: | Yes |
Height: | 1,77Meters |
Weight: | 70Kilos |
Faction Information
Faction: | Confederacy of independent Systems |
Class: | Knights Obsidian |
Rank: | Squire |
School: | |
Master: |
Biography
Peace is a lie. There is only passion
A royal gala is being held on Coruscant. Many powerful people including all sentas are attending this gala. The main event. Music. Naboo has send their best musicians to play the most beautiful songs ever heard in the galaxy. Under those musicians, Adam the 18-year-old Human boy. For months has he trained under his parents for this moment. Since he was a small boy, he went under this brutal training of them.
Everybody attends the main hall and all the musicians are preparing.
This event will go down in history. I bet.
Bright smiling, Adam sat down to his chair, preparing his instrument. The lights went dark, and a Voice could be heard.
Ladies and Gentlemen! And now to the main event of this evening! The most beautiful piece of music art will be played by the best musicians, Naboo can offer. Vivaldi Winter from four seasons Enjoy!
And there was the moment all began. As everybody slowly started.
Trough Passion. I gain strength.
As passionate as he was, Adam’s moment was there, and he started playing on his instrument. Slowly but surely, as the guests all remained silent. Listening to this wonder of musical art brightening everyone’s mood, satisfying their ears. Oh, what god of music has created such a wonderful peace, now played by this orchestra. How many of hours would these people have to went through, to represent this music so fantastic.
Flashback:
A young Adam, who was about 12 years old, was playing on his piano. Next to him his father.
“Wrong note, fool!”
A painful scream came out of Adam as he got beat up by his father for disrespecting everything, he taught him.
“Again!”
This was Adam’s life. Constant physical abuse, until the song, every note he played, every song he sang, was correct through the core of it. What abusive parents. Wound after wound, note after note, soon making music was not all about art and how beautiful it would sound. For Adam it was something else. Torture. Pain. A constant reminder of hate, suffering.
Trough strength, I gain power.
As for his secret Sith master, this was good. Teaching the young boy to use this, to eventually, be free. Free from all. Music being nothing more but simple notes, torturing his ears, feelings, and even his body. Adam often played for his master, who loved the music. But there was more to it. The emotions that reflected his music were even more fascinating. Playing music with hate, hate for it, it made the master happy.
“I will eventually teach you everything to be free. But there will be sacrifices made. You will suffer a little bit more and then you shall be free. Now go my apprentice. Go and create your lightsaber, representing the feelings you have for music, for your parents. It shall be your weapon to break your chains.”
Trough power, I gain victory.
The song in the main hall continued, as the guests went almost in a trance by listening to it. While the play had its ups and downs, every musician played everything right, including Adam. While playing, Adam smiled bright, and with every moment, closing to the grand finale of the song, his smile became brighter and brighter.
Every note he played, was a stab to the heart, as it represented every punch, every whip, every insult he got when he played a wrong note.
While nobody noticed it, the room, filled itself up with the hatred.
Those who made me suffer, shall suffer, those who I should entertain, shall feel my wrath! Shall feel my hate! They shall see, hear, feel what I had to go through, just…. just to make everyone else feel good….
Trough victory, my chains are broken.
And there it was, the grand finally of the song, the last time everybody had to focus. Beautiful masterpiece coming to an end now. As the final act began, and eventually ended. The whole room was silent for a moment when suddenly the audience gave applause to the musicians. But….
A scream was heard through the whole room.
They are dead! Oh my god, somebody help! Assassination!
The force…. shall free me.
Peace is a lie. There is only passion
A royal gala is being held on Coruscant. Many powerful people including all sentas are attending this gala. The main event. Music. Naboo has send their best musicians to play the most beautiful songs ever heard in the galaxy. Under those musicians, Adam the 18-year-old Human boy. For months has he trained under his parents for this moment. Since he was a small boy, he went under this brutal training of them.
Everybody attends the main hall and all the musicians are preparing.
This event will go down in history. I bet.
Bright smiling, Adam sat down to his chair, preparing his instrument. The lights went dark, and a Voice could be heard.
Ladies and Gentlemen! And now to the main event of this evening! The most beautiful piece of music art will be played by the best musicians, Naboo can offer. Vivaldi Winter from four seasons Enjoy!
And there was the moment all began. As everybody slowly started.
Trough Passion. I gain strength.
As passionate as he was, Adam’s moment was there, and he started playing on his instrument. Slowly but surely, as the guests all remained silent. Listening to this wonder of musical art brightening everyone’s mood, satisfying their ears. Oh, what god of music has created such a wonderful peace, now played by this orchestra. How many of hours would these people have to went through, to represent this music so fantastic.
Flashback:
A young Adam, who was about 12 years old, was playing on his piano. Next to him his father.
“Wrong note, fool!”
A painful scream came out of Adam as he got beat up by his father for disrespecting everything, he taught him.
“Again!”
This was Adam’s life. Constant physical abuse, until the song, every note he played, every song he sang, was correct through the core of it. What abusive parents. Wound after wound, note after note, soon making music was not all about art and how beautiful it would sound. For Adam it was something else. Torture. Pain. A constant reminder of hate, suffering.
Trough strength, I gain power.
As for his secret Sith master, this was good. Teaching the young boy to use this, to eventually, be free. Free from all. Music being nothing more but simple notes, torturing his ears, feelings, and even his body. Adam often played for his master, who loved the music. But there was more to it. The emotions that reflected his music were even more fascinating. Playing music with hate, hate for it, it made the master happy.
“I will eventually teach you everything to be free. But there will be sacrifices made. You will suffer a little bit more and then you shall be free. Now go my apprentice. Go and create your lightsaber, representing the feelings you have for music, for your parents. It shall be your weapon to break your chains.”
Trough power, I gain victory.
The song in the main hall continued, as the guests went almost in a trance by listening to it. While the play had its ups and downs, every musician played everything right, including Adam. While playing, Adam smiled bright, and with every moment, closing to the grand finale of the song, his smile became brighter and brighter.
Every note he played, was a stab to the heart, as it represented every punch, every whip, every insult he got when he played a wrong note.
While nobody noticed it, the room, filled itself up with the hatred.
Those who made me suffer, shall suffer, those who I should entertain, shall feel my wrath! Shall feel my hate! They shall see, hear, feel what I had to go through, just…. just to make everyone else feel good….
Trough victory, my chains are broken.
And there it was, the grand finally of the song, the last time everybody had to focus. Beautiful masterpiece coming to an end now. As the final act began, and eventually ended. The whole room was silent for a moment when suddenly the audience gave applause to the musicians. But….
A scream was heard through the whole room.
They are dead! Oh my god, somebody help! Assassination!
The force…. shall free me.
Physical Appearance
Adam is in no way very intimidating. His small stature paired with his 177cm height, don't really look like he has a lot to offer.
His White hair looks very unusual for a human and paired with his ice-blue eyes, it looks very unusual.
Personality
Adam is for the most part a very quiet boi. He doesn't talk much. Since he never really had friends, he never really learned how to sympathize with others.
Since Adam never really had the chance to find new hobbies, his only skill is music. He is an excellent pianist and master of many other instruments.
His lack of socialization, lead to him, having some kind of sociopathic mind. He doesn’t really know what is good and what is bad and has a very weak conscious, that tells him what is bad.
When it comes to humor, he doesn’t really get a lot of jokes. Often he just pretends to understand but in general, he doesn’t understand many jokes.
Strengths and Weaknesses
- No skills in combat yet
- no weapons or armor
- no combat expericence
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