Named for my Forefathers
Girak-Kaine Cadera
Thoughtful Lies The Head...
Thoughtful Lies The Head...
NAME: Girak Kaine Nereus Cadera
FACTION: Sith Empire?
RANK: Acolyte, Hidden Seer
SPECIES: Epicanthix
AGE: 13 years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5"
WEIGHT: 240 lb
EYES: Black & Red (Emerald Green in Force-Nulls)
HAIR: Raven
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Dark Side Sensitive
FAMILY TIES:
-
Yasha Cadera
, Mother -
Darth Carnifex
, Father -
Noah Corek
, Step-Father -
Alexandra Feanor
, Step-Mother -
Magnus Cadera
, Twin Brother -
Adara Raxis
, Sibling - Viggo Cadera, Sibling
-
Noah Corek Jr.
, Step-Brother - Morgan Feanor-Cadera, Half-Sister
-
Skorvek
, Uncle - Taru Cadera , Sibling
- Aditya Mortui, Grandmother
- Adenn Kyramud, Grandfather
- see the tree
Strengths:
- Dark Energies: Due to the nature of his mother's Dark Baptism, Magnus is steeped in the Dark Side of the Force.
- Farsight: War is little but a caustic mystery to Girak-Kaine, who sees the universe in wisps and wonders. Time seldom exists for Girak, or so it seems, when his visions take hold. But the child growing sees many things, and is learning not to scream at the horrors behind his eyes.
- House Zambrano/House Fitz-Kierke: By the age of five, Girak-Kaine became aware how close House Zambrano was to his mother and siblings. This included all the amenities and securities provided to a child from mountainous elders, who took interest in Girak-Kaine's prophetic visions.
- Awkward: Girak often gets many things completely wrong. Things like running without tripping, or using a sword without cutting someone nice.
- Child: However well defended, Girak-Kaine is a child, and is restricted in many things.
- Nightmares: Due to his visions, Girak-Kaine can at times be paralyzed in fear from nightmares, which tire and threaten to consume him. Thus, he is often quite unsteady.
Pale of skin and red of eye, Girak-Kaine appears as the gargantuan spawn of the Epicanthix: barely a teenager growing like a weed. He will, with time, dwarf his mother Yasha, and reach heights near the mythic Epicanthix God-Kings between 8 - 12 feet tall. While Girak-Kaine is tidier than his brother, he often forgets to tug sleeves on all the way over his shoulder, or tie his boots. Servants help, or his siblings.
BIOGRAPHY:
A woman fell through the chasms of Dromund Kaas, in an attempt to murder the man who previously whispered as her saviour. Mand'alor the Infernal, the Netherworld-raised Epicanthix Yasha Cadera knew it was her one mission to trap and murder her long-term mentor
Darth Carnifex
for what he did to Commenor. For the evils he committed.For a sense of justice she clung to as if it would expunge many anathema things.
The more she fought him, the more he slapped her down. They raged together, defeated the Ymir. Locked under Dromund Kaas for weeks without sign of rescue. Water grew scarce. Yasha began to hallucinate from dehydration and hunger. Nothing remained in the forgotten place but the Black Lake, a Dark Side Force Nexus which rejuvenated Darth Carnifex after every killing blow.
And after exhaustion took her, and she crumpled to the ground... he picked her up in his mighty arms. The same arms which doled death to billions and threatened trillions... he washed her wounds with the waters of the Black Lake. Held her to his chest to staunch hyperventilation's death knell. And she hated him.
And she fought him. And he held her. Baptized her shattered body in the black waters of the Nexus in a condemnation of whatever spirit remained in Yasha Cadera. She, and her offspring belonged to Him.
Belonged to the Dark...
Girak-Kaine woke most with falling dreams, a woman screaming in rare fear as a pair of arms held her. Most of the time, Girak was the arms, sometimes he was the scream. Although he was never the woman, he knew from an early age she was his origin point. The woman who birthed him. Worlds were hazed images to Girak-Kaine, head always fit into another flight of fancy. He was nothing like the other children around the Cadera holdings, not brave like Reyn or Magnus. Girak-Kaine spent far too much time pouring over old books with Adara, tucked into her side to watch atoms combust before his eyes, transform into something... otherwhere until he realized it was all his imagination.
When he turned ten, nightly terrors consumed each breath of sleep from Girak's lungs, until Magnus crawled into his bed and shushed him. Magnus was always there to shush Girak-Kaine, or hold him, or play at stabbing the dark with his beskad.
Most of the dreams started with the fall.
The fall under Dromund Kaas.
"You are Girak-Kaine, named for your forefathers." Yasha held him stern and uncomfortable. Tight like a vice. "You are Girak-Kaine, named for your forefathers. Say it. Say it and take strength."
Girak-Kaine knew nothing of why that was the origin of all things, why his mother grew quiet, withdrawn at the whisper or the sight of her son bedraggled by lack of sleep and attempting to make sense of the things in his head. Papa Girak, from whom Girak was named took him under his wing, taught him how to meditate in the Panathan way, consecrated to Nereus. Something secret to keep away from the non-Epicanthix family, they wouldn't understand, Papa Girak said.
Until one day, Adara grabbed his hand and they fled. Whispers and images came again, his brother Reyn captured and in the hands of the same black force which drowned their mother in the Lake. Adara shushed him, put him and Magnus in their best clothes, as more whispers and hazed images gave Girak-Kaine sight of his older brother's fear.
"A trade. One brother for two. Release Ram'ika." Adara's voice firm, as she stood in the small court. A coronet on her mahogany brow Girak-Kaine didn't recognize. There, on the throne was the Drowning One. The Zambrano patriarch, who awoke dreams and visions in Yasha's children.
Magnus punched and kicked and battered at the unholy pitch-black dark of Emperor Carnifex, Girak-Kaine felt his gut fall out of him. Down through the tunnel of the ruined lift into a plunging black lake. He stared at his hands, expected to see a shake... but they were calm. He expected to see the hate and the dismal threats of untold horror in the boundless eyes of
Darth Carnifex
, and instead Girak-Kaine understood."I am Girak-Kaine, named for my forefathers." Childish fingers touched the demon's face and found no fear or terror lingered there. His lessons with Papa Girak stabilized his footing and calmed the panicked violence roiling through Magnus into his diyadic twin.
He was Girak-Kaine, like his mother and siblings before him, he belonged to the Dark.
SHIP:
EQUIPMENT:
Pets
- Ka, an Annwnsi female
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
ROLE-PLAYS:
- Magnus-Ra & Girak Kaine have been part of dozens of threads during their childhood NPC days via my Yasha Cadera, & Adara Raxis accounts.
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