Zelax
FACTION: The Republic
RANK: Padawan
SPECIES: Kiffar
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5' 11"
WEIGHT: 174 lbs.
EYES: Teal blue tinted receptors
HAIR: Shaven, white otherwise.
SKIN: Blackened & scared. Some healthy white skin remains.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
+ The Mind: While his body lacks, his head is still sharp and cunning. All to willing to learn and understand new subjects.
+ Robot Vision: His special eyes allow him to see much farther than the average person. And see finer details when focusing on smaller objects.
+ Psychometry
- Body: He still feels the ache in his bones. And he's not as fast as he used to be. There is much to do before his body no longer holds him back
- Implants: As much as they are a boon they are a detriment. Without them he may be in a reduced capacity, or worse yet; dead.
- Fear of Fire: Read below to find out why!
APPEARANCE:
Zelax was once a perfectly normal near human male. If not for his clans tattoos he'd have been par for the average. Blue eyes, the dark flowing hair of his mother. A strong back as any young man would have. That all changed when the fire happened. His body ravaged by the flames, nearly stealing his life. Cybernetic implants keep his pained body functioning. A mask of metal and receptors give him the visage of a droid. Without which he could not see, and have a greater difficulty breathing. A plate which hides the workings that keep his organs functioning is fused to his chest. Centered is a glowing disc, a window to his innards that allows when not illuminated a look inside. It may also display the data from the computer systems that monitor the functions for the doctors. Shinguards in the same ascetic design as the rest of his vital armor like cybernetics (with gears and arrows engraved in), these help strengthen his lower legs. They are also equipped with heavy Mitrinomon jetpack thrusters.
APPEARANCE:
Zelax was once a perfectly normal near human male. If not for his clans tattoos he'd have been par for the average. Blue eyes, the dark flowing hair of his mother. A strong back as any young man would have. That all changed when the fire happened. His body ravaged by the flames, nearly stealing his life. Cybernetic implants keep his pained body functioning. A mask of metal and receptors give him the visage of a droid. Without which he could not see, and have a greater difficulty breathing. A plate which hides the workings that keep his organs functioning is fused to his chest. Centered is a glowing disc, a window to his innards that allows when not illuminated a look inside. It may also display the data from the computer systems that monitor the functions for the doctors. Shinguards in the same ascetic design as the rest of his vital armor like cybernetics (with gears and arrows engraved in), these help strengthen his lower legs. They are also equipped with heavy Mitrinomon jetpack thrusters.
Now as for his body itself. Much was, and still is badly damaged. Facial features such as a nose are missing, and his eyes. The tattoos of his clan are mostly gone, replaced as they were by scars from the burning metallic ink they were made of. Zelax's skin is charred and scarred, with some patches of healthy skin spared and other repaired to health. Only slowly do the Bacta treatments heal these great wounds. His hair grows in thin and white, the pigments damaged. It is kept shaven with pain doing so. His overall stature is thin, and the look of him is as one of a frail nature. Bandages covering his body entirely. Despite it all and the continuing pain, through great strength of mind he functions. And each passing day he only grows stronger.
Zelax is of an average height at 5' 11". His cybernetics push his weight up to a 174 lbs, though he is rather thin. As for clothing he likes to keep it light as possible. Usually with robes or a tunic, and a kilt like piece of clothing as apart to pants. Shoes are generally sandals, or simply bare. Only if the conditions warrant heavier clothing or something more formal will he wear such.
BIOGRAPHY:
BIOGRAPHY:
A tale of promise and befalling tragedy is that of Zelax...
Long has he been with the Jedi Order. Since he was but knee high to a Dewback. Through his teachings as a Youngling he showed potential. Strong in the Force he was, perhaps not the best of his peers, but something worthy of note. He was a cheerful young lad. Eager to learn and make friends with the others. Even helping those who struggled at first. Perhaps the only thing his teachers held against him was the rare prank he'd pull. Beyond that though he was fairly model and liked.
On his ascension to a Padawan he was chosen by Master Cwoi Swaii Aby. Lucky he was to be chosen, not everyone is picked on their first. Their twelve years together were first one of teaching and travel. Master Aby instilled the honor and traditions the Jedi held. And in the ways of the Force he learned more of its basics. Through the day knowledge was drilled in to him, or else he was to train or meditate. In the evenings Aby and Zelax would spar if he were available. As he grew older so did the difficulty. All to teach him the forms that they would be instinct one day.
At the right age and skill level. It was decided he was ready to build his own Lightsaber. He chose not one, but to build two sabers. His master agreed though warned him the fighting style was a whole other beast to wielding just one blade. Undeterred he vowed to learn both skills. Now armed with the Jedi's legendary signature weapon, he felt like the true warrior he was born to be.
Training intensified. Aby was no easy Master on him. Yet again he felt him ready to come on some real missions. Not just some diplomatic safety day. Though he enjoyed those. But real missions with actual danger. These are of unnecessary details though, and if you wish to read about them tough luck. It was adventure time!
The Tragedy...
War. The pointless conflicts that the Galaxy constantly faces. Where the young go to die for the old's hatred. In the case of the Jedi, against a foe they've fought since near its inception. Yet none learn from it's history and are eternally doomed to repeat past folly's. Such are these star wars, to vast to be reasoned with. It was yet another conflict in which this took place. The Sith Empire and The Republic finally came to a roiling boil. And war broke out.
Master Aby went ahead of his Padawan. They needed him on the front. Zelax was to join him after the fighting lulled. A baptism by fire was meant to be his trial though. Just not in the way you'd expect. The shuttle to the Star Destroyer readying to take him and fresh troops to the front lines crashed shortly after take off. The the flaming wreckage his demon met him. It stole his eyes; ravaged his body. His escape was made good though, crawling to safety. Chaos would not take him today. The fire crews saved his life, then the medical specialists and droids. Outfitting his body with cybernetic implants for him to live. Years of rehab laid ahead of him. Pain, suffering, then the knowledge his Master died on the lines.
He lagged on, wanting to give in, but something tethered him. Unwilling to let him go. So he didn't, eventually finding the strength to carry on. To face and overcome his body. Breaking all the limitations doctors told him he'd face. What pushed him back to living he does not know himself. The cute nurses, perhaps just time to bleed out the doubt. It didn't matter, he was coming back from wire thin absolute defeat. Against all odds. He beat the odds and was ready to roll the dice again. He'd need a new Master though, one that could bring him back to snuff and push him forward once more.
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