Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
Profile
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Name: Essex Ker
Business Affiliate: Sith Order
Species: Human
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight:160 lbs
Eyes: Amber-ish brown
Hair: Bald
Skin: Olive complexion
Force Sensitive: Slightly
Strengths
[+] Iron Body: Through years of harsh training in the wilderness without the aid of clothing or armor, Essex endured a multitude of trauma and shock that would normally cause most to break in mind and spirit. Through sheer will alone, he adapted to the hazards and hardships. This is also due to his small connection to the Force.
[+/-} Hollow: Most if not all of Essex's personality traits have been learned and twisted, lacking real emotional capacity or the understanding for remorse. Even as a child, there was an offset nature about him. Torturing and killing animals for sport, lying and manipulating people in order to benefit from a sadistic pleasure, and even breaking down the people who cared for hm throughout his life simply because he could not understand what it meant to truly care or feel. In this way, he is able to infiltrate and gain trust by means of picking people apart with charisma and taking what he desires.
[+] Special Operations: From pistols to rifles, to the more sophisticated arts of swordsmanship, Essex is by no means to be underestimated. Along with adept experience in a wide array of scenarios and terrain, he has an air of confidence and swiftness in his arsenal. Years of being torn down physically and mentally wrought not only a seasoned killer upon the galaxy, but a soldier whose understanding for war and death far outweighs any life he has encountered. A willpower unlike any other.
Weaknesses
[-] The Most Hated Face: Essex is a wanted man for vile acts so deplorable to not only his people, but bodies of law on planets he has brought heinous atrocities to. Ranging from slave trafficking, hired murder, serial killings, and assault on innocent lives. Because of this he never reveals his face out of caution he will be tracked and hunted for a price, or worse, killed outright.
[-] Mental State: A thing of ever deteriorating nature, Essex is growing evermore unstable. Not to be confused with the lapses into complete unawareness of one's identity or inability to grasp the world around them, he's becoming insatiable with blood-lust. With what little Force sensitivity is there, it creeps along the margins of the Dark Side and plunges the rogue Mandalorian into a depth of cruelty typically unexplored by those with a moral compass.
Appearance
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Essex Ker is a man of firm stature and carries himself with the muscle of his brutality. A bald, finely structured specimen of militant posture and brooding expression. Beneath the veil of his helmet sits a face scarred by countless battles and experiences that will never leave the man's mind, eyes as soulless and as empty as a desert with the sparse exception of the spark of rage that can consume him. Typically armored and always on the move, there isn't much of a detailed description to make. He makes certain that his face is never revealed to the wrong crowd, or entirely not at all.
Biography---
A man of few words, but a devil's tongue when the spite in his blood grew too great. Life started simple for Essex Ker, as simple as the word's definition allows. And like most Mandalorians, he was bred to be strong and hold a great deal of resolve and fortitude. An exceptional example to the culture, and an even more formidable fighter behind a blaster or in close proximity with a blade. Essex's fist spoke more than he ever truly uttered, and for this, he became feared. Cold malice and a gaze that could rip a man's soul apart without even lifting a finger.
Ever since boyhood, Essex was distant from most of the children. Never took interest in their privileges, never once gave any of them a second glance. He preferred a loner's existence than to mingle among bodies and minds that he only wished harm. But was the reasoning for such a damning wish rational? Certainly not, but when one is born unto the world clutching distaste and anger as the first experiences of life before even grasping understanding can lead to a detrimental existence.
Trouble.
That is what he was thought of and even labeled by elders and those who attempted a closeness that was shunned outright. But it wasn't the fault of the boy that slowly grew nearer to inhumanity, quite the contrary. It was the will of the universe that granted him such spite, such a longing to be armed with power to wipe clean the face of the galaxy as seen appropriate. Fantasies of an iron fist and a boot heel in the face of prey, and a belittling, undermining sense of entitlement over his kin and clan. But the real troubling matters began when animals were found slaughtered, torn to pieces and burned down into smoldering heaps of charred flesh and ashen bone. It escalated into threats and disgust, a disgust shown by his own family as to what their child was becoming.
Something foul.
Something lacking a soul.
A heart.
In the years that came to follow, the very village Essex Ker was raised in was nothing more than a graveyard. He would frequent the area and reminisce over his newfound sense of individuality. He felt he had broke the mold and drawn himself up to be a superior to the mongoloids and their irrelevant beliefs. Living was about survival and garnering a foundation of wealth to thrive. Sentimental values of regarding one's self as a mighty warrior was courage soon to run out. Sometimes it took the unfathomable and the atrocities of actions to forge true strength.
And among the stars, there was much more to salvage from the broken. The weak deserved to be at the bottom, and the strong to dictate the futures of every credit that wouldn't go to waste. Power did not come from a mere whim, it came by taking it through force.
And the eradication of any that got in the was necessary. Even those that Essex was born to, to honor. They were a plague and an inferiority.
A time of clarity was on the horizon.