Wilrin Maltris
Character
FACTION: None Yet
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20 Galactic Standard Years.
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’11”
WEIGHT: 179 lbs
EYES: Dark Blue
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: White
HOMEWORLD: Veroleem
FORCE SENSITIVE: Novice, Dark side
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FAMILY:
Parents: Deceased
Sister:
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Determined:
+Through passion a Sith gains strength, and ironically his hatred for them is what drives him.
Duelist:
+Wilrin is surprisingly a prodigy regarding the use of bladed weapons, relying on fast, precision strikes instead of brute force.
Overdose:
+TBD.
-TBD
Family:
+His source of drive and passion is to revive his sister.
-If somebody were to get hold of his sister, anything is on the table.
Overzealous:
-Despite the strength of his passion, it’s also what can get him into trouble.
Loner:
-Apart from his sister he’s never really opened up to anyone, simply communicating is often a struggle from being non vocal.
Wry:
-Easily overwhelmed when he’s hit with any brutish attack, whether it be physical from the force.
BIOGRAPHY:
DAWN
The Maltris family’s lives was always on the edge. Veroleem was only good for two things, illegal narcotics and lommite, one of the primary constituent materials of transparisteel, durasteel, starfighter canopies, and dura-armor. Wilrin grew up as a miner and remained unaffiliated with his family of the spice trades throughout his childhood, it didn’t last forever unfortunately. The planet was largely dominated by a cult who manufactured the kryotin powder to keep their members subservient to the cults' high priests.
The cult was a sham, a trap to lure in victims to be sacrificed and their brain chemicals used in the elixir that if taken regularly prevents aging, keeping Veroleem's oldest residents alive. The cultists found the family and sacrificed the parents, indoctrinating Wilrin and his sister into the lower levels and used as lower class citizens, drugged for the cult’s needs. Wilrin however wasn’t affected in the same way as the other initiates. Aware of his surroundings, he would’ve escaped if it wasn’t for his sister left in a constant state of narcosis. From the age of sixteen through twenty he’s been faking his condition, waiting for the right opportunity to escape the planet and test out his untapped potential in the force.
CHAPTER I
SHIP:
N/A
KILLS:
N/A
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ROLE-PLAYS:
None yet.