Crevan Delano

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NAME: Crevan Delano
FACTION: Empire
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: cyborg (human)
AGE: 16
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’4
WEIGHT: 145 lbs
EYES: Gold
HAIR: blond
SKIN: white
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

{s} Resilient – Despite trials, and strife, Crevan has yet to give up on any of the goals he has set for himself. Learning to use his cybernetic limbs, and making his way to a proper Sith Academy among them. Not only is he resilient of spirit, but also of body, toughing out the minor injuries, and doing his best to heal quickly from the greater ones.

{s} TO BE DETERMINED -- Surely he will grow to have another strength, right?

{s/w} Passionate – A dual edged sword, as many things in life are. The Sith Code teaches that passion is the spark for all else in life, leading to power, victory, and ultimately, freedom. While being passionate is certainly a good thing in many regards, it can also get one into trouble. Overzealous actions can bring forth harm, or potentially end with one being more trapped than they originally were, if they were not careful. While yes, his passion makes him stronger, it also leads to rash actions that are often the cause of issues that could have been avoided with a little more careful planning, especially seeing as he has little focal point for the fire.

{s/w} Cybernetic parts – Crevan’s mechanical bits give him a decent advantage to people with fleshy bits, with increased strength, and in some cases, durability. Having one false arm and leg tends to throw unsuspecting sparring partners off when he hits with more force, or doesn’t howl in pain at a deflected knife strike. The downside, of course, as so many cyborgs will tell you, is in the maintenance. Being a bit of a reckless sort, he’s had to learn to do much of it on his own, though he does occasionally seek help for things that are just a bit beyond his knowledge.

{w} Conductor – Electricity is kind of a hazard – and an occupational one at that. Force Lightning is out of the picture for Crevan, unless of course he can ever gain enough money to get his limbs actually replaced, though that may never happen. He’s become accustomed to the extra weight of the limbs. Of course, there are mundane hazards as well as Force ones, when it comes to the electrical, so.

{w} Hyperfocus (combat) – When fighting, Crevan has a tendency to focus on his main attacker after a time, until the threat is neutralized. The main issue here, of course, would be in a fight where there were several people coming at him all at once. Hyperfocusing on one attacker leaves him open, and vulnerable, to other assaults.

SHIP:

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BIOGRAPHY:

Some families will do anything to find some sort of edge for their children – anything to make the child stand out, and push harder. The success of the child becomes their main concern, particularly if said success could further the parent’s goals. Often, the obsession becomes so strong that some will even put their child through pain and suffering to try and push them to work harder. Without the pain, there is no passion, and with no passion, what is the driving force?

Crevan’s parents were such people. His father had been a Jedi, corrupted by his mother after developing a bond frowned upon by the Order. He fell in love, something the Jedi viewed as a distraction from the pursuit of justice and light. The bond, of course, led to his father’s separation from the order, and later, children. Their youngest didn’t live long, however, killed harshly in an accident, and leaving the oldest without motivation. The boys had been close in age, and it seemed there was nothing to be done.

It was his mother that did it. Her fervor would not allow for such weakness in her child, and he cried out in agony as she severed his leg at the knee, following suit with his arm, at the shoulder. He was only a child, but it didn’t stop her. The pain was not the entire reason for such an act, however, and he was soon outfitted with cybernetic replacement limbs that were highly obvious. They couldn’t afford the ones that hardly appeared to be fake, as well as insuring that he had to work harder. He had to learn to walk again, to use his new hand – so many things.

As he grew, he learned other things. How to repair damage to the metal that kept him upright. How to take a hit as well as dish out a hefty blow, and beyond that, he learned of the Force. Not how to use it, but how it was everything, and everywhere. How through the Force, he could hold great power, and do things that were nigh impossible. He found the scrap of paper by what many would call luck. After all, who still used paper in such an age? Crevan would call it fate. Peace is a lie. There is only passion. They were words he had heard all his life. His father often spoke of times when peace seemed just within his grasp, only to find it stripped away, and chaos remained, while his mother had said the words to him in a tight embrace after severing his limbs.

Not only had he heard such things from his parents, but it was all around him. The Empire was impressive – one of the largest territories in the Galaxy, if not the largest, and living within its borders tended to end with one hearing the words more often than not, drilled into the heads of the young in hopes that they would walk the paths of the old.

What sort of passion could drive him, however? What Force was there for a boy who wasn’t even fully human any longer? He grew tired of their pushing – the conflict in his father’s eyes, and his mother’s inane ravings. Death and destruction held limited interest for him, and pain was simply an illusion of the mind. Bringing it upon others did nothing but prove their weaknesses, and often, he felt he already knew them.

He spent a year alone, the streets teaching him things he needed to know about life and survival, though he still had yet to find a specific passion to hold on to. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt the need to single out one aspect of his life – one thing to be passionate about beyond all else. Money was less than enthusing, and at his age, women were just beginning to be a concern – certainly not a passion to focus on. For a time, his passion became survival. Even if he wasn’t actively using the Force, he grew within it, his heart a home for words he could never leave behind.

It wasn’t long after that, that he snuck aboard a ship, seeking a planet with an actual academy. It wasn’t that the Sith were difficult to find. An entire Empire with territory and the like was simple, really. The issue was getting there on his own. Ultimately, however, all roads will lead to your fate, if you do not back down. And so, he found himself outside what he thought of as the academy, ready to take on any trial that a Master could throw at him – or so he thinks. That which does not kill you makes a lovely hat, and conversation starter, after all.

KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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