Owain
Lord High Grand Commander Esq.
Owain Barnabus, as he views himself.
NAME: Owain Barnabus
FACTION: None. Owain has been searching for his uncle, his last living relative.
RANK: Was once a cadet in the Sith Commandos. Ever since the death of his mother, he has left the organisation in search of his last living relative, his uncle Elliot Barnabus.
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 16.
SEX: Male.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Nope.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Military Training - Inspired by his mother's tales of her brother, Owain enrolled in the SIth Army as soon as he could, and aimed for a spot on the prestigious commando programme. This drive to live upto his uncle's legacy has resulted in him having learned a variety of combat techniques, as well as various weapon training.
+The Devil's Luck - Owain enjoys a charmed life, things happening to work out in his favour. He has been strangely lucky on a multitude of occasions, which earnt him much ire from his fellow cadets.
-Young - Owain is young, and carries all the confidence and bravado that entails. That means he is liable to think he knows a lot more than he does, and can do a lot more than he actually can.
-Traitor to the Cause - His leaving the commando programme before completion is often held against him, proof of his inability to commit to ideals or compromise when it could be prudent for his well-being.
APPEARANCE:
HEIGHT: 5' 9"
WEIGHT: 65kg.
EYES: Brown.
HAIR: Black.
SKIN: Pale caucasian.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on Korriban without any sensitivty to the Force, Owain had two choices when it came ot his life - a life of war or a life of servitude. As all men in his family, he chose war. His father had died before his birth on some faraway rock, leaving his mother to try to raise the young man as well as she could on her own. He grew up hearing stories of his father and uncles doing their best to keep the citizens of the Sith safe and cared for. His mind was moulded by the world he found himself in to desire one thing: to excel. Only the strong could rule, lead, command. Only the strong could protect the weak. That was the creed that dominated his life. But once he enlisted, things changed. In the army, he learned a new creed. Only the strong could survive. The Force itself, or maybe Fate, agreed with him. Training in the Sith military was a harsh and brutal affair, but Owain managed to get through it all without a single scratch, whereas many of his fellow students had to make do with missing fingers or impaired hearing or eyesight.
Determined to prove himself the strongest, he signed up for the Sith Commando programme, and began training under an even worse regime. And still, he got through it all without a single wound. Not a single broken bone. His masters were puzzled, as despite their testing, the boy never exhibited any sensitivty to the Force. His luck seemed to be just that: luck. And everyone knew it would run out sooner or later. But before it did on the training field, his mother died. An illness, brought on through stress and overwork, they said. He doubted it. She had been his last family member, a weak link to use agianst him. At her bedside he found a letter, urging him to find his final living relative - an uncle by the name of Elliot, who had gone missing and had been presumed dead for nearly twenty years. With a task set out by his mother, and convinced the Commando Programme had claimed her life, he quit the army in disgust and set out to find his family, and maybe tell him why he seemed blessed with such luck, and why his mother had had to die.
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