│Strengths and Weaknesses│
│Physical│
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Zabrak Martial Prowess -
From a young age, he was brought up in the same way as his fellow Zabrak's. He went through his trial as a boy, taught the way to fight as those around him did. Each child was forced to, for the sake of the race. He was exceptionally gifted in such arts, and often wrestled his peers, his size helping to dominate them.
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Endurance and Pain Tolerance -
Constant wrestling, near torture on his home world, and dangerous scarring on his back to symbolize his family's passing, he has grown a large resistant to pain. Able to brush off all but the most brutal of strikes, he has a tendency to push past his body's limit, tearing wounds open farther than they were by overexerting the cuts. Often, as a child, his fights had to be broken up by elders when he was losing for this exact reason.
As time went on however, and he came to terms with his pain barrier, it became his weapon, and in the pits of Coruscant and Nar Shadaa, it proved useful many times when a normal resilience would have left a normal man dead, but left Ebon with scars and an experience.
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Powerful and Dominating Swordsmanship -
Large, quick, and unforgiving, his swordsmanship is masterful. As a Jedi Padawan, he neglected his studies on the force for the preferred mastery of the light saber, and in doing such he has a powerful mastery of the regal blade. While he has experience in Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, and Ataru, his mastery and true potential finds it's foundation in his Ataru form.
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High Endurance, Wonderful Agility -
Through his years of fighting, running, and surviving in the low trudges of Nar Shadaa, Ebon has found harmony in his body. A machine of power, of precision, and most importantly focus, it takes much to make the swordsman tired, and even more to take him down.
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Powerful Hand to Hand Combat -
Combat in a few cantinas, numerous alleyways, and four prisons, has led to a massive increase in the martial prowess of Ebon. With or without a blade, he finds power in his size and training, and his extraordinary focus allows for precise and powerful strikes against any opponent he faces. Wrestling, boxing, and physical martial arts are all at his disposal, and his appropriation of the Ataru form allows for wild and wicked strikes that few opponents can expect, let alone counter or block.
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Eradicate Force User -
Following his cryptonite freezing, and his previous inexperience controlling the force in his Jedi training, Ebon finds no true hope in the force. His power is marginal, but its explosive and random nature prove to be both a hindrance and a blessing in combat. Most often in anger, his powers tend to fluctuate, but a decent force use of any sort would be able to predict and stop the waves of energy.
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Bad Aim (Thrown/Blaster) -
Never playing a game of catch, the young Zabrak has never refined his hand eye coordination for throwing or shooting weapons. They've always seemed crude, horrible devices. He much preferred the refined and sharpened edge of blades and sabers alike, complimenting on ones physical skill and attitude than anything else.
│Mental│
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Hard Working -
Growing up in a Jedi Academy led to his current work ethic. He's always pushed harder than those around him, thinking it would be his future, but when his life fell apart, it became his focus that kept him alive in the wars he created.
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Skilled Fighter Pilot -
Through much training with Hasjo, re-founder of the JFC, he learned the ways of the Jedi Fighter Corps, he has learned the skills of amplifying flight abilities with the force, and is able to do movements less force inclined people would never be able to achieve, yet tends not to use it when flying, preferring a direct approach. Without the force, he's simply another great pilot.
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High Moral / Hard to Break -
Ebon has a massive confidence in his own ability, and as such finds a power in his mental fortitude. Even in the darkest times, Ebon is able to break free of the impending doom that seems to hold his constituents, and forces his focus back on the goal of whatever it is they are seeking.
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Extremely Liberal -
Ebon has a view of the world of progression. He finds little use in holding onto traditions as those before him do, and instead chooses to push advancement of all things as they should be. The status quo isn't acceptable, but instead change when good is. At times, the change does little good to the majority, but more for his own benefit.
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Spouts of Anger -
After finding himself trapped away for a long period of time, and losing all trace of his once great ally and best friend, he found himself losing touch with the light side of the force, slowly falling to the dark side. His outbursts were not controlled like a true sith, but rather moments of extreme aggravation. He finds no solace in dwelling, and seems more angered by those around him offering to help in his anguish.
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Brings Emotions into Decisions -
Hardly a redeemable feature of a would be Jedi, and even less so of a Dark Jedi, he's had to deal with his emotions overtaking his mental prowess numerous times. Although he hides it well, his emotions hold a tighter grip on him than he'd ever be willing to admit.
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Annoyance with Authority -
Upon his freedom from Cryo-Freeze, he found his acceptance of those above him to be lackluster. Previously, his only commander was that of Knight and Admiral of the Jedi Fighter Corps, and it was only him he had respected. Through the years, this effect grew into disapproval of authority besides him in general. Other's rules were the bane of his existence, and he had every intention to instill his own over theirs.
│Appearance│
Sirak Kolar, at a young age, was a large Zabrak, and even at that time was an impressive specimen amongst his race. His martial prowess dominated his peers, despite their age, and his powerful strikes were enforced by his large and toned core. His horns were small, mere bumps on the large child's head, and a complex array of tattoos ran down his face from his trials. The occasional scar adorned his imperfect skin, some placed by the rudimentary practices carried out by his father, and some in place by a child's exploration. As the young man grew into a proud teenager, the Jedi came to collect him after he was recognized to be force sensitive.
When Sirak entered the Jedi Academy, he was a full sized Zabrakian and more. He stood over most Zabraks, but in the Jedi's presence he was even taller. He had a certain innocence about him at this age, his size and intimidation factors countered by the gentleness of his voice, and the soft introverted nature he exuded. After the collapse of the republic ship he was on, and his subsequent crash and carbon freezing, his skin grew a tougher more resilient nature, and the innocence he once had was lost to the scars he formed and the brooding nature he took on.
In the years following the death of his long time friends, he continued with what work he could, regaining a Jedi Master, and losing them again in the following years. Eventually, he found himself in the Nar Shadaa underworld, which most dramatically changed his appearance as a whole. The countless fights hes encountered has left it's toll on his body. Vertical scars run down his gaunt cheeks, and a portion of his ear appears to be missing. His neck is thick with muscle and blood, and his shoulders are wide with power and stance, but his stature seems hindered by a low and relatively quiet posture, improper in nature and hunched in practice. The massive Zabrak hides his form through crowds despite towering over them, and his refined body is metaphorically holstered when not in use, seeming unimposing to the untrained eye that wanders over his desolate form in a bar or dark alleyway.
During his early days of the Primeval, Ebon wore the focused and powerful armor of the Advanced Tactical Agents, and with that he simple removed the helmet and donned a dark cloak over the rest of it's armor. Numerous transgression marks, and innumerable scratches and nicks laid across it's uneven and story boarded landscape. As a man, it was a magnificent armor for his size and fighting style, allowing for perfect range of movement with minimal intrusion to how he worked, yet it allowed for a less stealthy approach to what would be the majority of missions, instead he stuck to what he knew and used the lightsaber resistant clothing as an extension of his body, and used it to perfect ability to hunt down the Jedi or Sith he perceived as threats to his gods.
│Personality│
Sirak was once a gentle man, despite his rough and Zabrakian upbringing. As a child, he was forceful, wrestling and dominating his peers as a would be bully, and his love of battle and hunting would leave their permanent marks on his psyche. It was his father who built such a love for war in him and sharpened the would be sword that is his body, but it was the Jedi who tempered his mind and allowed him a new perspective on the world he was in. The Jedi gave him control, gave him practice, and introduced him to cultures he never thought imaginable, and it was his ancient friend, Hasjo, that kept him from the dark places in his mind.
After the disappearance of Hasjo, and his experience in carbon freezing, his mind seemed fractured from the process and trauma. He was irritable, violent, and unnaturally coarse with his comrades. His anger had flooded into him multiple times, forcing him to break the laws of the Jedi and kill someone he was facing, even as a padawan. After the fall of his second master, Sirak turned to his own drive to hold onto the mortality and sanity he feared he would lose. What began as a simple quest of justice, ended in a bloodbath of the Nar Shadaa underworld, and his violent crimes and outburst turned from the criminals, to all that faced him down, and he fell slowly into his artificial world of blood and fire.
When Sirak finally discovered the prophets of the Primeval, he began to rethink what he had been doing over the previous years of his life. Was his bloody and ruthless nature really the aspect of his personality he sought? The force resonated within him, but weakly, and in this he found power. He converted to the Primeval's ways, following their gods, and rebirthed himself as Ebon, Follower of Balagoth, and as Ebon he would bring a reckoning upon those he fought, not as a mindless creature, but as a focused and violent man of war.
