Varin Mortifer
Character
Varin Mortifer
Age: 16
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 1.5m/5ft9in
Weight: 72.5kg/160lbs
Force Sensitive: yes very
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Dark brown hair, Dark brown eyes, gashed scar over left temple, average build, pale skin, prefer a style of clothing that draws least attention.
INVENTORY
His fathers Sith Helmet and Sith sword
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
It shifts between calculating and blind rage, depending on certain circumstances or people present. He has a driven hatred towards those who killed his family, he finds it very difficult to contain himself when confronted with members associated with the killers, his deeply held belief is he has to become the duelist his father destined him to be in order to avenge him in some way.
STRENGTHS
Easily attuned with the force, goes into a blind rage to suppress pain, slightly enhance reflexes and speed.
WEAKNESSES
When he goes into a blind rage or "berserk" he loses all control of his emotions and is unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him extremely unpredictable, slight amnesia, fractured mental state.
HISTORY
When your rage can sunder mountains, then you can speak to me of passion
Panic, that is all I can feel as the alarms are blaring into my ears, hurling to a strange planet I know next to nothing about, except that I felt a pull. Frantically hitting buttons flipping switches trying to get the landing gear to engage I see the landscape of various oranges and reds, vast mountains. My father called it Moraband, but most call it Korriban.
"Damn it! They really banged you up good." I speak to what feels to be another person but is only the object tossing me into this large unfamiliar rock.
CRACK
My head collides with the control panel and I see blackness as the ship comes to an abrupt halt. I was able to save the ship, somewhat, enough to land alive but unfortunately not unharmed. I dream of my family, their screams, the sounds of struggle, then silence. I barely escaped into the ship that was my fathers before it was heavily damaged by these intruders. I don't know how I escaped if they had let me go or if it was blind stupid luck. If it is the latter I certainly hope I still have some of that luck left. This is about as far back as my memory can take me, I have glimpses every now and then as I grab my fathers blade and his old helmet. A peculiar looking thing, not quite like your average battle helmet. More primal yet refined, something you would have seen in the "old times". Its all I have left of them now, and I must carry on with this drive, this burden, to find who did this. I need answers.
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