Name: Xander Mavros
Species: Human
Homeworld: Rhinnal
Current Faction: N/A
Force Sensitive: Yes
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Height: 6'
Weight: 158 Pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
Of an ordinary build and height, an every-man, type of fellow. That first glance may very well drift right over him. But with a gaze that is as cruel as it is calculating, once he is recognized, there is no easily dismissing him. He strides with cool confidence, a frightful figure of a worrying sort of calm. Yet, in the deep cracks of the deceptive vaneer, something very sinister lurks just out of view.
Personality:
Xander is a dark sort of creature, immensely gifted, drastically disturbed. It's hidden well behind the layers of education, but it's always there, burning just out of sight, the smoke rising above the surface every now and then to warn of the great fires below. He believes deeply in sacrifice for the greater good, or evil. Loose morals and a very repulsive code of conduct set him at odds with the broader, more mainstream, Medical and Science Community.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Intelligent Perspicacity - Xander is in possession of a highly gifted, truly brilliant mind. Capable of learning things with very little effort applied.
Force Sensitive - Untrained, however he is fully aware of his ability to feel and manipulate the all-encompassing power that it provides. He credits this latent ability with his abnormal intellect.
Untamed Hedonist - Pleasure, in his view, this is the only thing more important than Biomedical Science and Parapsychology. It can be so many things.
Psychonaut Junkie Fiend - Snort it, Smoke it, Shoot it, Swallow it. From heady highs that break all of reality, to filthy lows that hide themselves in back alleys and dingy bathrooms. He's always on the prowl for that next Trip.
Schizophrenic - You're feeling a little lost in here, aren't you? You're worthless. You're weak. Hurt them. . . hurt yourself. Cut your wrists, watch them bleed. The voices, man. That sound, that dark. . . cosmic static. I can't take it. It's so LOUD! Who the kark are you?! Shut up!
History:
Xander Mavros, born in Rhire, on the Core Worlds planet, Rhinnal. Nothing outwardly special, no hint of unique exception. Smart, so very smart. But in this land of privilege and plenty, that was hardly uncommon. Just another child, another mind, destined to attend the prestigious Rhinnal State Medical Academy. Of course, the road there, as is often the case, was not as straight and narrow as it should have been.
Very early in Xander's life, his Father took his own. The crux of his young world taken so abruptly, too young was the child, to process loss of this magnitude, Xander became lost. . . became heavily detached, from the ruthless fabric of this reality.
His Mother remained, a woman who suffered through the tragedy in her own way, strong willed, but lost and forever searching for love. The problems that plagued her pushing Xander further out of the company of her arms and affection of her hug. Sad, rabidly adherent, devoted to filling in the void leftover.
Xander, growing up, diverged from his one parent. Took upon himself a number of poor habits, things that, even so young, would be cardinal to his future growth.
When the voices started, when the phantoms began to wade in through the thick abyss of blackness and shade. It left him ostracized and erratic. Subjected to abuse from unseen tormentors. Suicide, his Fathers answer to the pain, felt like the only escape. A frightful and gruesome sensation, belief and idea for one who so recently had begun life.
That spiral, that unhinged absence that filled his gaze ever, and ever, more vivid. It became transformative.
School, it came easy enough, his Grades never followed his trajectory. Drugs, women, men, aliens. Sex. It began to characterize and represent him as an individual.
That smart kid, that guy that was unglued and ready to break through boundaries. Real. Imagined. Or otherwise. A Junkie, Self-Destructive, Freaked Out, Outcast Graduate.
He earned his way in to University of Rhinnal. A place that his magnet-lacking moral compass, really, really started to rotate out of control.
Educated in Biomedical Science, he spent his time in University reaping a truly incongruous reputation for pushing experiments and study to infamously heinous edges. Things remarkably grotesque and questionable. Failures so legendary he narrowly avoided expulsion a handful of times. A macabre madman, an outlaw specialist. With his research on Transgenic Molecular Biology drawing the ire of a Jedi Covenant that still remained at one of the Rhinnal Chapter Houses.
That Outlaw distinction, that progress over pain attitude, the immoral notoriety, it followed him from University out in to the Professional Field.
Time after time, his work was widely panned, unanimously viewed as violating the Rights of Organic Sentience and Non-Sentience alike. The Deep Core, The Core Worlds, The Inner-Rim, the Middle-Rim. . . . before long the only place he could practice his craft was in the violence and anarchy of Hutt Space. And from those disordered, and disobedient streets, fulfilled his every want and desire. His lust, addictions and hobby. Combining his educated and enriched in Biomedical Science, with a new found interest in the field of Parapsychology and how the Force affected all things within.
Now, with a Death Mark on six Worlds and Crimes Against Organic Sentience looming over his head from a career spent tearing the envelope asunder. He, still plagued by addiction, schizophrenic and dark hedonism. Xander Mavros has arrived on the isolated World of Maena, drifting towards the flame like hypnotized moth, a place that was painfully evil, a place that lacked any and all regulations. A place he was determined to make his own.
Species: Human
Homeworld: Rhinnal
Current Faction: N/A
Force Sensitive: Yes
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Known Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Height: 6'
Weight: 158 Pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance:
Of an ordinary build and height, an every-man, type of fellow. That first glance may very well drift right over him. But with a gaze that is as cruel as it is calculating, once he is recognized, there is no easily dismissing him. He strides with cool confidence, a frightful figure of a worrying sort of calm. Yet, in the deep cracks of the deceptive vaneer, something very sinister lurks just out of view.
Personality:
Xander is a dark sort of creature, immensely gifted, drastically disturbed. It's hidden well behind the layers of education, but it's always there, burning just out of sight, the smoke rising above the surface every now and then to warn of the great fires below. He believes deeply in sacrifice for the greater good, or evil. Loose morals and a very repulsive code of conduct set him at odds with the broader, more mainstream, Medical and Science Community.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Intelligent Perspicacity - Xander is in possession of a highly gifted, truly brilliant mind. Capable of learning things with very little effort applied.
Force Sensitive - Untrained, however he is fully aware of his ability to feel and manipulate the all-encompassing power that it provides. He credits this latent ability with his abnormal intellect.
Untamed Hedonist - Pleasure, in his view, this is the only thing more important than Biomedical Science and Parapsychology. It can be so many things.
Psychonaut Junkie Fiend - Snort it, Smoke it, Shoot it, Swallow it. From heady highs that break all of reality, to filthy lows that hide themselves in back alleys and dingy bathrooms. He's always on the prowl for that next Trip.
Schizophrenic - You're feeling a little lost in here, aren't you? You're worthless. You're weak. Hurt them. . . hurt yourself. Cut your wrists, watch them bleed. The voices, man. That sound, that dark. . . cosmic static. I can't take it. It's so LOUD! Who the kark are you?! Shut up!
History:
Xander Mavros, born in Rhire, on the Core Worlds planet, Rhinnal. Nothing outwardly special, no hint of unique exception. Smart, so very smart. But in this land of privilege and plenty, that was hardly uncommon. Just another child, another mind, destined to attend the prestigious Rhinnal State Medical Academy. Of course, the road there, as is often the case, was not as straight and narrow as it should have been.
Very early in Xander's life, his Father took his own. The crux of his young world taken so abruptly, too young was the child, to process loss of this magnitude, Xander became lost. . . became heavily detached, from the ruthless fabric of this reality.
His Mother remained, a woman who suffered through the tragedy in her own way, strong willed, but lost and forever searching for love. The problems that plagued her pushing Xander further out of the company of her arms and affection of her hug. Sad, rabidly adherent, devoted to filling in the void leftover.
Xander, growing up, diverged from his one parent. Took upon himself a number of poor habits, things that, even so young, would be cardinal to his future growth.
When the voices started, when the phantoms began to wade in through the thick abyss of blackness and shade. It left him ostracized and erratic. Subjected to abuse from unseen tormentors. Suicide, his Fathers answer to the pain, felt like the only escape. A frightful and gruesome sensation, belief and idea for one who so recently had begun life.
That spiral, that unhinged absence that filled his gaze ever, and ever, more vivid. It became transformative.
School, it came easy enough, his Grades never followed his trajectory. Drugs, women, men, aliens. Sex. It began to characterize and represent him as an individual.
That smart kid, that guy that was unglued and ready to break through boundaries. Real. Imagined. Or otherwise. A Junkie, Self-Destructive, Freaked Out, Outcast Graduate.
He earned his way in to University of Rhinnal. A place that his magnet-lacking moral compass, really, really started to rotate out of control.
Educated in Biomedical Science, he spent his time in University reaping a truly incongruous reputation for pushing experiments and study to infamously heinous edges. Things remarkably grotesque and questionable. Failures so legendary he narrowly avoided expulsion a handful of times. A macabre madman, an outlaw specialist. With his research on Transgenic Molecular Biology drawing the ire of a Jedi Covenant that still remained at one of the Rhinnal Chapter Houses.
That Outlaw distinction, that progress over pain attitude, the immoral notoriety, it followed him from University out in to the Professional Field.
Time after time, his work was widely panned, unanimously viewed as violating the Rights of Organic Sentience and Non-Sentience alike. The Deep Core, The Core Worlds, The Inner-Rim, the Middle-Rim. . . . before long the only place he could practice his craft was in the violence and anarchy of Hutt Space. And from those disordered, and disobedient streets, fulfilled his every want and desire. His lust, addictions and hobby. Combining his educated and enriched in Biomedical Science, with a new found interest in the field of Parapsychology and how the Force affected all things within.
Now, with a Death Mark on six Worlds and Crimes Against Organic Sentience looming over his head from a career spent tearing the envelope asunder. He, still plagued by addiction, schizophrenic and dark hedonism. Xander Mavros has arrived on the isolated World of Maena, drifting towards the flame like hypnotized moth, a place that was painfully evil, a place that lacked any and all regulations. A place he was determined to make his own.
