I N V I C T Y R A
FIRST NAME- Leonard
MIDDLE NAME- Arlington
LAST NAME- Godwin
STYLE- The Right Honourable Duke
YEAR OF BIRTH- 836 ABY
YEAR OF DEATH- 860 ABY
GENDER- MALE
HEIGHT- 1.9m // 6'5
WEIGHT- 83kg // 183lbs
EYE COLOUR- Crimson
HAIR COLOUR- Umber
SKIN- Caucasian
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TRUE NAME: Invictyra
TRUE STYLE: His Unholy Darkness, The Ignoble Lord of Shadow
TRUE HEIGHT- 2.4m // 7'11
TRUE WEIGHT- 90kg // 198lbs
EYE COLOUR- Crimson
HAIR COLOUR- Maroon
SKIN- Moon White
VOICE- Karl Heisenberg
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STRENGTHS-
- Born of the Force - His Ignoble Lordship is one of the many entities of the Dark Side, being a manifestation of the the Force. As such, the Force flows through him, moulded to his will making him a proficient, masterful user who is not limited to preconceived ideas and abilities.
- Reaper of Life - The Right Honourable Duke was born and raised a hunter-noble, handling weapons of all varieties as soon as he was strong enough to lift them from their racks. He grew up in his family's forests, hunting animals, humans and aliens with indifference. He is a master of the blade and rifle.
- Unassuming Power - His Unholy Darkness is, regardless of form, a slender, lean man. He is of low weight, and slim stature. By no means does he boast the rippling muscles that so many of the Galaxy's Greatest seem to possess. This is, however, not to say that he is without muscle. His speed and flexibility more than make up for the lack of bulk.
WEAKNESSES-
- Symbiosis Severed - His Ignoble Lordship is born of the Force, and, as such, finds himself constrained by the effects of Ysalamiri, and other force-nullifying fields, artefacts or abilities. While still sentient enough to manipulate the remains of Leonard Godwin's conscious, he lacks any of his actual powers and finds himself turned to a puppeteer.
- Hunter, Not Hero - The Right Honourable Duke is, no doubt, a proficient hunter. This, however, does not speak for his skill as a warrior. He may be craftier and more conniving than most warriors, but he lacks both the training and practise to, by himself, defend against a group of combat-seasoned veterans.
- Bastion of the Dark - His Unholy Darkness is an Entity of the Force, but an Entity of the Dark Side in particular. Being such, he finds himself afflicted by Wellsprings of the Light, much like any user of the Dark Side.
BIOGRAPHY-
- It was a cold winter, particularly for the Godwin Ducal Estate, lying well beyond the equator, towards the Northern Pole of Naboo. Snow was not an uncommon sight towards mid-Winter, a thin layer often blanketing the cobbled-stone pathways and pale leaves of the pine trees, long ago imported by the first Right Honourable Duke Godwin. The windows of the medical wing were frosting over in the earliest hours of the morning, before the Sun had even begun to consider rising above the horizon. The Duchess Godwin was bearing children, twins. One born with hair as white was the snow on the pavement outside and eyes as pure and blue as the sky above. The other? He was born with eyes red as blood and hair as brown as the bark of the trees.
The mother looked first to the boy of snow, and turned her gaze upwards to the Duke Godwin, whose eyes were locked upon the boy of the trees. He stared deep into those crimson eyes, and saw fierceness, he saw fire, he saw the cruelty and decisiveness needed to carry the Godwin name forth. It was, at this moment, the fate of Leonard Arlington Godwin was decided. He would be trained as a hunter, as a fighter, as a leader and as a noble.
The boy of snow? Well, as pure as he may have been, he did not survive the winter. Frostbite crept in through the nursery window and stole the boy away in the dead of night, he was naught by three days old. But why? Why had the boy's blankets not protected him? A simple answer: Leonard had stolen them to warm himself.
By the age of four, the boy was taught to hold a pistol. By five a rifle and six a hunting knife. He was taught to skin an animal by eight and knew where to aim by nine. By ten he was practising combat with the sword and dagger, and any form of bladed weapon he could find or have his parents buy for him. By fourteen, he turned his sights to leading men, learning the rules of civility and holding sway and seat amongst the nobility. By fifteen he was hunting the innocents as they sprinted through the forest surrounding their estate.
This went on for nine years. Nine horrid years where travellers and villagers alike were put to death, their murders brushed off as attacks by the local wildlife, who also tasted the young duke's bullet.
TBC
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