Rage,Rage Against The Dying Of The Light.
NAME: Ithnan Cryo
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'0
WEIGHT: 250lbs with a muscular build
EYES: Red (Naturally), Purple and yellow mix (enraged by the Darkside)
HAIR: White
SKIN: light skinned
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Blood Father: Ithnan is truly his father's son in that he was raised under the eyes of a prideful Mandalorian fighter. Most of his early life forced him to train, and fight and as such he has become a rather vicious warrior as his continued training has only honed his skill over time. When weaponless one will find little fear on his face as he knows that if thing enters a close range or he is able to get his hands on a long-range weapon he will have a chance at victory. While he still holds a great resentment for his old man he doesn't deny the strength bestowed upon him for being born to such a prideful man.
Tactical: Ithnan is very good at creating and executing plans so that things can go in his favor. He has no issue with losing a little to gain a lot, and if the opportunity arises he will spot and deduce these things at a rather quick speed. His addiction to always breaking down his friends or enemies leads people to be wary of him as they can never be sure if they are loading the rifle aimed at them for him. In battle, he looks to break down an opponent until he can overwhelm them.
Silver Tongue: Ithnan can be very persuasive to others in a fully forceless sense. He has a way with words that can convince others to do something that at first glance seems idiotic but after a few choice words sound like the best idea in the world. However, this isn't just referring to his mouth but his fist. Ithnan has a prime way of getting what he wants and when he cannot do it the easy way he does it the hard way through blunt intimidation and interrogation. Those who fall under the calamity of his ideas fall prey to both pain and his words of torment that can make even the mute speak.
Greedy: Ithnan loves money because it is something he never had. He loves power because it was something he was forced to live without. All of this has aged him into a greedy man who wants more of everything that peaks his interest whether it is women, credit, or blind loyalty he demands it all from those he believes are lesser than him and should only be a stepping stone to him gaining it all. This can cause indecisiveness when faced with certain opportunities as his need for more feeds the dark side in his favor but not the Empires.
Failure: Ithnan seeks perfection in everything he does, or at the very least things he deems perfection the only real option. When he fails or someone puts him on a path to failure his temper and calm demeanor breaks into an over-aggressive rage with the intent to brutally harm anyone or anything that has caused it. He has killed for the smallest difference off the path to perfection and while he has reigned it in some over the years he still suffers from a perfectionist attitude and aggressive switch.
Anxiety: Ithnan is prone to anxiety when he feels incompetent to complete a task. A scar left by his father, Ithnan faces a constant deep feeling of dread when faced with an unwinnable situation that is stemming from his own lack of skill. To cover this he sometimes projects an arrogant demeanor as to keep it hidden away from others who might abuse it.
A predator in waiting: Ithnan has a soft spot for youth. It is not an unbreakable kindness but he has great trouble with being a direct cause of a child's pain. It is facing the consequence of his action that truly eats him. A number is one thing, but when he can put a face or tear to that number it hits him.
APPEARANCE: Ithnan is a fairly tall individual with a solid muscular build that doesn't make him appear hulking or thin. His Mandalorian heritage has affected his hair and skin to be very light in tone and making him stand out when mixed in with a bunch of other humans. Across his body, a person from can find scars from his harsh youth and harsher training as an acolyte under the Sith Empire. His face holds a rather devious smile at all times and for respect purposes, he sometimes wears a mask when in front of his masters as to not offend them. His white hair runs down to his shoulders thought when left untamed and can run down even longer. His eyes apparently took on a red color at a very young age and as far as he can remember they have always been that color.
BIOGRAPHY:
Aros was born to a single mother under the Sith Empire. At a young age, his mother was sold as a slave and grew to work as a prostitute for a rather scummy gambling den for all the low lifes the Empire saw fit to ignore. Her heritage as a Mandalorian made her unique and many Mandalorians missing home found her to be a house favorite. Being brought by a rather wealthy Mandalorian bounty hunter she would soon give birth to Ithnan. Born as a product of what can be classified as fake love his father put him to work as a fighter from a young age.
From simple pickpocketing to eavesdropping Ithnan had done every dirty job, a kid could do in a harsh galaxy. Between his father's abusive raises or his job for the day he slowly became a tough and aggressive child. His father expected any job given to be a success and when that didn't happen he was punished severely despite his mother's pleas for mercy. It wasn't until he was 10 that his years of abuse sent him over the edge. It was a simple dinner. His mother was silent as their father gorged himself on food and laughed amongst his Mandalorian battle brothers. She wasn't allowed to speak during nights like that. It was just her job to serve and his job to be the "perfect son".
What that meant to the men in his life was a ruthless killer who got results and knew when to speak amongst his betters. During that night his father was increasingly drunk after gambling with his buddies and when he came to he realized that not only had he lost more then he intended to but he had lost the majority of his earnings from his last job. There could only be one sole criminal in this story and it was his mother and he who had "allowed it to happen". He had grown tired of his father's unending abuse and was quick to grab and knife and charge his father before he could harm him or his mother again.
Of course, that failed as the veteran warrior grabbed him by the neck and began to choke him to death. His mother wailing in the background for them to stop was only cut silent but the gasps of air that filled the room as both his parents were lifted off the ground clasping at their necks for air. The force, it was something he knew he had but never told his father as he knew the views the man held on the Jedi and Sith who were not "real warriors".
It was simply a beating he could avoid his whole life, that was until then. It had first started when he was scurrying his way through taverns and city slums. Whether it be small whispers or blatant words he would voiced while secluded to his lonesomeness. His initial thought was to bring it to his mother's attention. All his life he was framed to be nothing special, but now he could hear voices. Cool right? No, it only took a few moments for him to realize how that would land him cast away. So, he hid it. For years it grew in duration and frequency. It was usually words of emotion that he heard "Sadness" "Anger" "Fear". It spoke to him, about him. It was as if he was being watched like a lab rat and each word a note of the observer. When he saw the effects of his action on his parents he was a toxic mix of confused, tired, and regretful. Legs buckling under the weight of it all he stared.
Both his parent's body went limp like puppets whose strings had been cut and with a loud thud, they both fell to the floor, dead. As if a stroke of fate when he realized what he had done he noticed a figure in the dining room doorway. A hooded figure in a mask who with a slight flick of his hand sent Ithnan flying into a wall unconscious. When he awoke he was in a small room with a change of clothes. His mind raced as he thought himself in jail,the pressure of his solidarity digging at his psyche. Basking in all that he was,had become, the door to the room slid open where he saw the figure once more only this time they spoke "Get yourself changed. Your training begins now".
With those simple words the man turned and exited. Ithnan shot for the closing door but was only met with the cold metal against his face. With time he learned of what his gift was and how his weakness was the purpose for his mothers death. The Force, a topic he could didn't fully understand. Whatever it was was the only reason he was alive. It was both his gift and the largest burden he had to carry. As the days passed in the academy he was steeped in a brutal training that would lead him down the path of the dark side as a Sith Acolyte. While many fought their new overlords Ithnan embraced it. The loss of his mother weighed on his mind as he recognized that he was weak. The force was stronger than him and that had resulted in his mother's death. He dived headfirst into his studies. It was the only form of atonement he could give his mother and the only way to spite his father whose death wasn't enough to heal the pain he had inflicted over the years.
Now 19 he continues his studies in controlling the force and clinging to sources of power. His goal, to drain all the knowledge he can from those stronger than him until he can eventually have them Kow Tow before him. Though as his father said there is only one good form of practice and that was live practice. As repayment for taking him in Ithnan has dedicated his abilities to any and all engagements he can get to when called upon by the Empire. While layered in blind loyalty his true purpose for fighting is to feed his complex and step on the weak. Because the rest of the galaxy was just kindling for a fire that would envelop the minds of mortal men and command legions. The first step is always the hardest when you aren't stepping on a corpse to the next one. Power took many forms and so would he, wearing the necessary face to move past his old self into some newer.
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Languages:
- Galactic Basic (Native)
- Mando'a (Fluent)
SHIP: Personal Transport and off-world living space
KILLS: None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: None
