Matreya
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Zaiden pulled his hood up, the slight drizzle affecting his vision. Walking for no reason, to no where in general, Zaiden thought back on his life. His family had always been rather abusive. But despite it all, he knew his father loved him.
They were the ones that fought the most in the family. Over anything really. One time simply because his dad thought Zaiden had taken an extra portion of supper, when indeed he hadn't. Another was the result of Zaiden coming home after dark, and his father being a little drunk over reacted and grabbed him by the back of his neck, threw him to the ground and began to beat his face into the muck.
As the years passed, Ziaden had begun to hold his own with his father. The first time he struck his father back, he was 14. He had been getting his face bloodied back and forth across the yard, when he finally had enough and swung a wild left hook towards his father's face. Surprisingly enough the blow successfully landed. The beating got worse at that point, but then he knew...he could one day get away from all the fighting.
At the age of 16, Zaiden left his home. He quickly joined up with a group of mercenaries that were travelling the cosmos, taking any contract that had the right monetary gain, no matter the job. He did a lot of horrible things for no real reason.
Time passed, and Zaiden came to realize that the mercenary life wasnt for him. So he picked up the Assassin mantle. Training to be the best, he took any contract no matter the payout. As his success rate climbed, so did his ego as well as his reputation.
Soon he was gettting the best of the best jobs. Pick of the cut, literally. He could walk in on a previously arranged deal, say he wanted in and that was that.
Shaking his head Zaiden absent mindedly stroked the symbol on the back of his right hand, remembering what caused the brand underneath aswell...
He had been living on Korriban for a few months, relaxing after a couple bad run ins. Each time he had managed to get away unharmed, but still the stress and toll on his body had left him yearning for a few days off. A few days turned into a few weeks of partying, then a few more of reccuperation.\
Not long before he was going to go offworld finally, he recieved word to meet a new possible client. Deciding that it was at least worth checking into, because of the way it was delivered - via a 100,000 credit deposit into his accounts.
Arriving at his destination, Zaiden conversed with a man whom wouldnt step into the light, but that warned that the person he was sent to kill was a well known Bounty Hunter. For the life of him, Zaiden couldnt even remember the mans name...
Returning to his home for the first time in 9 years, Zaiden searching for assistance. upon his arrival he found that his family had all left, save his dad. approaching the man with the request to build him a suit of armor that could match that of the Sith Master's.
To his utter amazement his father accepted. And that day, showed Zaiden the basics to smithing, and got started on the suit. Zaiden watched as his father heated metal ores, and mixed them so precisely. The heat in the room was unbearable, the steam scorching, and yet his father kept at it.
Banging metals till they were perfectly fitted into his desired shape. Reheating, then cooling, only to reheat again. All the while working so hard blisters appeared up and down his old arms. Zaiden would watch as sometimes his father would slip, something he had not done before Zaiden had left. Each slip though would result in horrible burns...the sound of the sizzling skin, the smell of burnt flesh...still made him gag
In the end, he brought Zaiden into his work room one day, and there stood this giant suit of jet black armor. His father took the time to slowly explain every feature to the young man. And allowed him to strap it on, helping him do so to allow hiim to learn the process himself. Zaiden left that night..and never saw his father again.
He lost his father, the man who loved him and raised him, yet beat him and abbused him....But he beat the Bounty Hunter, escaping with a severe brand on his hand, which he then had imprinted onto his armor as well...
They were the ones that fought the most in the family. Over anything really. One time simply because his dad thought Zaiden had taken an extra portion of supper, when indeed he hadn't. Another was the result of Zaiden coming home after dark, and his father being a little drunk over reacted and grabbed him by the back of his neck, threw him to the ground and began to beat his face into the muck.
As the years passed, Ziaden had begun to hold his own with his father. The first time he struck his father back, he was 14. He had been getting his face bloodied back and forth across the yard, when he finally had enough and swung a wild left hook towards his father's face. Surprisingly enough the blow successfully landed. The beating got worse at that point, but then he knew...he could one day get away from all the fighting.
At the age of 16, Zaiden left his home. He quickly joined up with a group of mercenaries that were travelling the cosmos, taking any contract that had the right monetary gain, no matter the job. He did a lot of horrible things for no real reason.
Time passed, and Zaiden came to realize that the mercenary life wasnt for him. So he picked up the Assassin mantle. Training to be the best, he took any contract no matter the payout. As his success rate climbed, so did his ego as well as his reputation.
Soon he was gettting the best of the best jobs. Pick of the cut, literally. He could walk in on a previously arranged deal, say he wanted in and that was that.
Shaking his head Zaiden absent mindedly stroked the symbol on the back of his right hand, remembering what caused the brand underneath aswell...
He had been living on Korriban for a few months, relaxing after a couple bad run ins. Each time he had managed to get away unharmed, but still the stress and toll on his body had left him yearning for a few days off. A few days turned into a few weeks of partying, then a few more of reccuperation.\
Not long before he was going to go offworld finally, he recieved word to meet a new possible client. Deciding that it was at least worth checking into, because of the way it was delivered - via a 100,000 credit deposit into his accounts.
Arriving at his destination, Zaiden conversed with a man whom wouldnt step into the light, but that warned that the person he was sent to kill was a well known Bounty Hunter. For the life of him, Zaiden couldnt even remember the mans name...
Returning to his home for the first time in 9 years, Zaiden searching for assistance. upon his arrival he found that his family had all left, save his dad. approaching the man with the request to build him a suit of armor that could match that of the Sith Master's.
To his utter amazement his father accepted. And that day, showed Zaiden the basics to smithing, and got started on the suit. Zaiden watched as his father heated metal ores, and mixed them so precisely. The heat in the room was unbearable, the steam scorching, and yet his father kept at it.
Banging metals till they were perfectly fitted into his desired shape. Reheating, then cooling, only to reheat again. All the while working so hard blisters appeared up and down his old arms. Zaiden would watch as sometimes his father would slip, something he had not done before Zaiden had left. Each slip though would result in horrible burns...the sound of the sizzling skin, the smell of burnt flesh...still made him gag
In the end, he brought Zaiden into his work room one day, and there stood this giant suit of jet black armor. His father took the time to slowly explain every feature to the young man. And allowed him to strap it on, helping him do so to allow hiim to learn the process himself. Zaiden left that night..and never saw his father again.
He lost his father, the man who loved him and raised him, yet beat him and abbused him....But he beat the Bounty Hunter, escaping with a severe brand on his hand, which he then had imprinted onto his armor as well...
