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NAME: Griffith Ryder
FACTION: THE ONE SITH
RANK: APPRENTICE
SPECIES: HUMAN
AGE: 23
SEX: MALE
HEIGHT: 6ft 2in
WEIGHT: 195 pounds
EYES: Born green, turned yellow-orange when turned to the Dark Side
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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WEAKNESSES: I'm always right: Pravus always assumes he's right. No matter how much you argue with him, no matter how much you prove him wrong, or even show him facts that you're correct, he will never accept it. He will always have or make up an excuse to "explain" why you're wrong and he's right. Being told he's not right only infuriates him.
You're not stronger than me: He know's he's not the strongest. He knows he's not a Sith Master or a Sith Lord. He couldn't stand a chance. But that doesn't mean he'll ever run. Pravus will never believe that his opponent will be the one left standing no matter their physical or force strength. He's as stubborn as a bull and always will be.
STRENGTHS: But what will come next?: Planning ahead has gotten him out of more sticky situations than you can count. Just by doing the math, the way things have worked in the past in a similar situation, and quite a bit of common sense, he has escaped death multiple times. And also, he's seen many people fail and die where he's gone a different path or chose a different solution for the situation.
You won't regret it: Pravus is very good at convincing people and getting his way. He hardly ever has to use the Force to change the minds of others because of how witty and idealistic he is. He has made many great allies and friends through this trait of his and helps him along his path to strength and greatness.
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He's not, at the moment, amazing and terrifying with the Force. He knows it well enough to do some damage, but against another Force Sensitive, it may not turn out in his favor, but that's all okay. Pravus seems to shock his opponents with his physical skills for his age. It explains pretty well why his level of Force use isn't at exactly where it should be. When he was younger he took more of a liking on learning the ways of a saber and his own body rather than a mysterious power. He's ready to learn though as soon as he can find the right mentor. He wants to be known through the galaxies.
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OUT OF LIGHT AND INTO THE DARK:
Griffith Ryder was born the child of a Republic Soldier, Ferrah Daysha, and a Jedi Knight, Whesst Jay Ryder. His father taught him the ways of the Force, the lightsaber, and controlling his emotions. His mother, an average mortal, showed him how to be stealthy, quick, and survive the extreme with what she learned during training.
At the age of 20, Garrith's life changed forever. In the previous years his father noticed his son often questioned the Jedi Code and in certain situations let his emotions run deep controlling some of his actions. His father hid this from the rest of the Jedi Council hoping to teach his son more about discipline and the ways of the Jedi, but it never fully got through to him. One day, one battle, it all came out at once.
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The weather was some of the worst. The blizzard stung the skin of anyone caught in its merciless way, degrees reaching dangerously low. The snow came down harshly as if they had weight to them. Every step you would think you were about to sink in to your death and never return. As the Republic Army began it's march to meet the enemy, his mother kissed his cheek lightly as she has always done when she was saying goodbye. No one told Griffith it would be the last though. As she advanced, his father followed, patting him on the back and moving forward with her, the two standing side by side as they disappeared into the snow followed by the advancing Republic troops.
Griffith took to the left flank with soldiers as his parents took the right. The sound of the blizzard was soon blocked out by the sound of explosions, the cry of men, orders shouting, and the loud screaming sound of blasters going off, shooting into the snow hoping to score down an enemy. He heard a voice through all the chaos; his father. He turned his head to see his father slaying down enemy soldiers and reflecting shots as his mother blasted her rifle, standing dangerously and awfully close to Whesst's saber. Everything seemed to slow down, almost stop, as he saw his father rear back his lightsaber. His mother's scream filled the air as the saber pierced into the woman's chest.
She stood as the saber retrieved her body and back to her husband. Whesst turned quickly, catching her collapsing body as Griffith watched from a distance. Shots firing past him, his men advancing, and yet all he could do was slowly tread through the snow towards his fallen mother. Whesst fell to his knees, cradling his dying wife as her breathes became short and rough. Her head fell to the side, a single tear rolling down her life fading face as she met her son's eyes. She reached a hand out, shaking and trembling. Just as Griffith reached his out towards her from afar, she went limp. Her arm fell, her head fell back, and her eyes stared off into the unknown.
Griffith's father held her, weeping over his wife's death. Griffith looked from his mother's corpse, to his father. His father. His mother's killer. His fists clenched his lightsabers tightly, his body starting to shake and the ground soon following. His father looked up from her corpse, feeling the grounds tremors as his eyes trailed up to meet his son's. He saw a look in Griffith he had never seen before. A look of hatred. Griffith's lightsabers became active and he began stepping towards his father.
"Wait.. Griffith." He held out his hand, still on the ground by the corpse of his fallen lover. "It was an accident.. I didn't know she was there." Griffith's breath quickened, his pupils shaking. He knelt down, and lunged towards his father, sabers pointed towards him. Whesst reacted almost instantly, drawing his arms back and thrusting them forward, sending Griffith flying back. "Son, please!" His father cried. "Don't do this!"
Griffith let out a scream. A scream filled with despair, pain, and hatred. He force jumped, sabers drawn back. His father had only a split second to pull his saber up, and ignited it as Griffith's sabers met contact. His duel purple blades and his father's blue contacted with great force, sending a wave of energy in each direction. They both flew back into the snow a great number of feet from each other. Griffith launched at his father again, striking with everything he has, his father refusing to fight back, but did everything he could to block his son's blows, driven by anger. By the Dark Side.
Father and son dueled in the blistering snow, one full of hate, one full of fear. Griffith grunted and cried as he began to overwhelm his father, who begged and begged his son to put down his arms and let his emotions go. Griffith swung both blades again, his father meeting the contact. They each leaned in, inches away from each other's face. The blue light shined onto Whesst's face, showing the tiredness in the older man's eyes and the betrayal he felt by his son. Griffith's face glowed with the energy from his sabers, his eyes glaring at his father in anger. A single tear streamed down Griffith's face as he spoke the last words to his father. "Look what you've created." He shoved his father back with one blade, bringing the other back, and thrusting it into his father's body.
Whesst's eyes grew wide, his mouth slightly dropped as he stared into his killers eyes. His son's eyes. He fell into the snow lifeless. Griffith withdrew his lightsabers, turned around, and walked away from the scene, only to be announced as MIA in the After Battle Report. Only he wasn't missing at all. He had accepted the Dark Side of the Force.
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I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED MY INTRO.
I know I'm not the best writer, but I hope to improve
Thanks for reading.
-open to suggestions-
FACTION: THE ONE SITH
RANK: APPRENTICE
SPECIES: HUMAN
AGE: 23
SEX: MALE
HEIGHT: 6ft 2in
WEIGHT: 195 pounds
EYES: Born green, turned yellow-orange when turned to the Dark Side
HAIR: Dark brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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WEAKNESSES: I'm always right: Pravus always assumes he's right. No matter how much you argue with him, no matter how much you prove him wrong, or even show him facts that you're correct, he will never accept it. He will always have or make up an excuse to "explain" why you're wrong and he's right. Being told he's not right only infuriates him.
You're not stronger than me: He know's he's not the strongest. He knows he's not a Sith Master or a Sith Lord. He couldn't stand a chance. But that doesn't mean he'll ever run. Pravus will never believe that his opponent will be the one left standing no matter their physical or force strength. He's as stubborn as a bull and always will be.
STRENGTHS: But what will come next?: Planning ahead has gotten him out of more sticky situations than you can count. Just by doing the math, the way things have worked in the past in a similar situation, and quite a bit of common sense, he has escaped death multiple times. And also, he's seen many people fail and die where he's gone a different path or chose a different solution for the situation.
You won't regret it: Pravus is very good at convincing people and getting his way. He hardly ever has to use the Force to change the minds of others because of how witty and idealistic he is. He has made many great allies and friends through this trait of his and helps him along his path to strength and greatness.
========================================================================
He's not, at the moment, amazing and terrifying with the Force. He knows it well enough to do some damage, but against another Force Sensitive, it may not turn out in his favor, but that's all okay. Pravus seems to shock his opponents with his physical skills for his age. It explains pretty well why his level of Force use isn't at exactly where it should be. When he was younger he took more of a liking on learning the ways of a saber and his own body rather than a mysterious power. He's ready to learn though as soon as he can find the right mentor. He wants to be known through the galaxies.
========================================================================
OUT OF LIGHT AND INTO THE DARK:
Griffith Ryder was born the child of a Republic Soldier, Ferrah Daysha, and a Jedi Knight, Whesst Jay Ryder. His father taught him the ways of the Force, the lightsaber, and controlling his emotions. His mother, an average mortal, showed him how to be stealthy, quick, and survive the extreme with what she learned during training.
At the age of 20, Garrith's life changed forever. In the previous years his father noticed his son often questioned the Jedi Code and in certain situations let his emotions run deep controlling some of his actions. His father hid this from the rest of the Jedi Council hoping to teach his son more about discipline and the ways of the Jedi, but it never fully got through to him. One day, one battle, it all came out at once.
========================================================================
The weather was some of the worst. The blizzard stung the skin of anyone caught in its merciless way, degrees reaching dangerously low. The snow came down harshly as if they had weight to them. Every step you would think you were about to sink in to your death and never return. As the Republic Army began it's march to meet the enemy, his mother kissed his cheek lightly as she has always done when she was saying goodbye. No one told Griffith it would be the last though. As she advanced, his father followed, patting him on the back and moving forward with her, the two standing side by side as they disappeared into the snow followed by the advancing Republic troops.
Griffith took to the left flank with soldiers as his parents took the right. The sound of the blizzard was soon blocked out by the sound of explosions, the cry of men, orders shouting, and the loud screaming sound of blasters going off, shooting into the snow hoping to score down an enemy. He heard a voice through all the chaos; his father. He turned his head to see his father slaying down enemy soldiers and reflecting shots as his mother blasted her rifle, standing dangerously and awfully close to Whesst's saber. Everything seemed to slow down, almost stop, as he saw his father rear back his lightsaber. His mother's scream filled the air as the saber pierced into the woman's chest.
She stood as the saber retrieved her body and back to her husband. Whesst turned quickly, catching her collapsing body as Griffith watched from a distance. Shots firing past him, his men advancing, and yet all he could do was slowly tread through the snow towards his fallen mother. Whesst fell to his knees, cradling his dying wife as her breathes became short and rough. Her head fell to the side, a single tear rolling down her life fading face as she met her son's eyes. She reached a hand out, shaking and trembling. Just as Griffith reached his out towards her from afar, she went limp. Her arm fell, her head fell back, and her eyes stared off into the unknown.
Griffith's father held her, weeping over his wife's death. Griffith looked from his mother's corpse, to his father. His father. His mother's killer. His fists clenched his lightsabers tightly, his body starting to shake and the ground soon following. His father looked up from her corpse, feeling the grounds tremors as his eyes trailed up to meet his son's. He saw a look in Griffith he had never seen before. A look of hatred. Griffith's lightsabers became active and he began stepping towards his father.
"Wait.. Griffith." He held out his hand, still on the ground by the corpse of his fallen lover. "It was an accident.. I didn't know she was there." Griffith's breath quickened, his pupils shaking. He knelt down, and lunged towards his father, sabers pointed towards him. Whesst reacted almost instantly, drawing his arms back and thrusting them forward, sending Griffith flying back. "Son, please!" His father cried. "Don't do this!"
Griffith let out a scream. A scream filled with despair, pain, and hatred. He force jumped, sabers drawn back. His father had only a split second to pull his saber up, and ignited it as Griffith's sabers met contact. His duel purple blades and his father's blue contacted with great force, sending a wave of energy in each direction. They both flew back into the snow a great number of feet from each other. Griffith launched at his father again, striking with everything he has, his father refusing to fight back, but did everything he could to block his son's blows, driven by anger. By the Dark Side.
Father and son dueled in the blistering snow, one full of hate, one full of fear. Griffith grunted and cried as he began to overwhelm his father, who begged and begged his son to put down his arms and let his emotions go. Griffith swung both blades again, his father meeting the contact. They each leaned in, inches away from each other's face. The blue light shined onto Whesst's face, showing the tiredness in the older man's eyes and the betrayal he felt by his son. Griffith's face glowed with the energy from his sabers, his eyes glaring at his father in anger. A single tear streamed down Griffith's face as he spoke the last words to his father. "Look what you've created." He shoved his father back with one blade, bringing the other back, and thrusting it into his father's body.
Whesst's eyes grew wide, his mouth slightly dropped as he stared into his killers eyes. His son's eyes. He fell into the snow lifeless. Griffith withdrew his lightsabers, turned around, and walked away from the scene, only to be announced as MIA in the After Battle Report. Only he wasn't missing at all. He had accepted the Dark Side of the Force.
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I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED MY INTRO.
I know I'm not the best writer, but I hope to improve
Thanks for reading.-open to suggestions-
