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29-04-2023, 12:13 PM
Name: Zendris
Family Name: Akaitsu
Age: Eighteen Standard Years Old
Height: 5 foot 11 inches
Weight: Not recorded
Build: Honed athletic body
Backstory:
Born on Dromund Kaas a year or two after his brother; Adzuh Akaitsu. Zendris was never focused upon as much as the true heir. Zendris' lessons enflicted similar physical and mental scarring as his brother. Though from the way he sees it now, it was more helpful than a hinderence.
His training began after he displayed telekinesis for a brief period lifting wooden blocks. At the age of 8 he'd learnt how to wield a training blade with the limited precision a boy his age could retain. He occasionally snuck into the family library. Trying to understand the doctrine that was the Sith Code beyond his father's own interpretation. But, such ideas were lost to such a simple mind at the time.
When his father believed Zendris was ready to go to the academy. He did not hesitate leaving. There were no heartfelt goodbyes or well wishes. Just a cold, blank stare of a broken boy. He tried his best to be with his brother, to ensure each others survival but even after those days, Zendris felt no joy. Intrigue on what he could learn next perhaps, understanding for the pain granted to them from their father. It made them strong.
There was only a singular truth to him. The Pureblood race was the rightful rulers of the Empire and it had to become so once more no matter the sacrifice.
Family Name: Akaitsu
Age: Eighteen Standard Years Old
Height: 5 foot 11 inches
Weight: Not recorded
Build: Honed athletic body
Backstory:
Born on Dromund Kaas a year or two after his brother; Adzuh Akaitsu. Zendris was never focused upon as much as the true heir. Zendris' lessons enflicted similar physical and mental scarring as his brother. Though from the way he sees it now, it was more helpful than a hinderence.
His training began after he displayed telekinesis for a brief period lifting wooden blocks. At the age of 8 he'd learnt how to wield a training blade with the limited precision a boy his age could retain. He occasionally snuck into the family library. Trying to understand the doctrine that was the Sith Code beyond his father's own interpretation. But, such ideas were lost to such a simple mind at the time.
When his father believed Zendris was ready to go to the academy. He did not hesitate leaving. There were no heartfelt goodbyes or well wishes. Just a cold, blank stare of a broken boy. He tried his best to be with his brother, to ensure each others survival but even after those days, Zendris felt no joy. Intrigue on what he could learn next perhaps, understanding for the pain granted to them from their father. It made them strong.
There was only a singular truth to him. The Pureblood race was the rightful rulers of the Empire and it had to become so once more no matter the sacrifice.
Discord:
lord_saltaeon
