NAME: Parshin Borislav
FACTION: Factionless
RANK: None.
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 63
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'6
WEIGHT: 85 kg
EYES: Green
HAIR: White
SKIN: Pale White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
Experienced, but fairly old.
Through age Parshin acquired wisdom, sadly he is getting old and is starting to feel that.
Jack of all trades, Master of None.
Hungry for power and knowledge, Parshin never bothered to master anything. Instead he knows a ton of things on a generalist level.
Crazy, yet determined.
Parshin's mind has been broken through interaction with an ancient holocron. Even still, he retained a fair amount of knowledge and in his rare moments of clarity he displays determination to mend himself again.
BIOGRAPHY
Why do I do this? With ‘this’ I mean writing down my thoughts and memories in a journal. It seems pointless, for how can you capture the colors, sounds and emotions of a full live on paper? An impossible notion, if you ask me, and still I am here… working on an impossibility. But that has been my way of life ever since I can remember it. Always wanting more… more what? Power? Knowledge? I do not know anymore, the thoughts slip from my grasp just before I can get a good grip. It is painful to realise that how older you get, the less your body and mind want to cooperate with you. Cruelly enough it is right at the same time you are starting to grow up, figure out what you really want in life.
Though who am I kidding here. This all started with that damned holocron, my mother had always loved to remind me that I wanted too much. If she had not been dead for twenty years now, she would probably be laughing herself to death because of my fate. The holoron… it all goes back to that, does it not?
I was a vain and proud man. No use in detesting that, always on the look-out for new opportunities to gather more… I feel like I have been over this before. Cursed my wandering mind, the Holicron. It was a trick, but I realized that too late. My mind shattered into bits and pieces, but something was retained… knowledge. But knowledge of what? I do not know, I do not remember anymore. It is just out of my reach, was my sacrfice irrelevant in the end?
It is a possibility that frightens me to no end. Regardless, I will mend myself; even though I sometimes cannot even remember what is left or right. Are our lives just a wandering dream of an omniscient being? Why did I just write that down? Who am I?
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