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Name: Jerran Navis
-- (First and Last)
Species: Twi'lek
Allegiance: Remnants of the Sith
-- (Remnants of the Sith, or a Dark Jedi)
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Rank: Sith Acolyte
-- (Sith Acolyte, Sith Warrior, Sith Lord, Dark Lord of the Sith, or Dark Jedi).
Character History: Navis, upon being born, was sold into slavery along with his four siblings before his first birthday. It was an event of oddity, primarily because his parents were wealthy farmers on Ryloth. He changed hands ten times before he was old enough to start working, and he finally ended up on the ship of a rather ambitious crew of Trandoshan slavers. Here, working under the Trandoshans, Navis learned of cruelty and malice. He learned how having the strongest hand meant victory.
Near his seventeenth birthday, the Trandoshans picked up a half-dozen Wookiees to take back to the Outer Rim. They broke loose and started to maul the crew, Navis remembered holding the blaster rifle tight to his shoulder, aimed at the huge creature. He hesitated, he waited. He watched as his masters were torn apart, and the Wookiees turned on him, but they did nothing. He was but a scared boy, a victim just as they were. They landed the ship on Florrum where Navis spent three years on the planet as a scavenger for the Weequay settlers who had picked him up.
Only days after his twentieth birthday, a crashed ship caused a commotion and Navis and a few Weequay went out to investigate. The freighter belonged to the Sith, or at least, those that remained in the wake of the thought bomb on Ruusan. They wielded blades of scarlet energy and slew the Weequay very quickly. Jerran Navis was taken prisoner, and he was taken back to Korriban after the Sith repaired their vessel.
Korriban was home to the Sith, and they maintained a large Sith Academy in the rubble of the ancient Sith order. The Republic knew such a place existed, but in the wake of the New Sith Wars and the Ruusan Reformation, the Galactic Republic could do little about it. Initially a slave, Narvis was released when he was discovered to be a Force Sensitive. They mocked him for being weak, threatened to cut off his lekku, and continued to build on his rage and anger.
He trained at the Academy for three years and became an accomplished Force User, although his skills in the saber were lacking. He was finally sent from Korriban with the instructions of reeking havoc and disrupting the general order of things, though to ensure that attention was not brought to the Sith, a strange order if nothing else.
Weaponry & Equipment:
-- One Red lightsaber.
-- Sith Robes.
-- Davaab-Type Starfighter.
Lightsaber Form:
-- Form IV: Ataru
Force Powers:
-- Absorb/Dissipate Energy, Danger Sense, Detect Life, Projective Telepathy
-- Feed on Dark Side, Force Lightning, Control Pain, Injure/Kill
Writing Sample:
" I will not fail you again! " Bloody nosed and near sobbing, Navis slowly picked himself off the floor and slid backward until he was out of the chamber. He fled, as fast and as far as he could go. He had failed for a third time, and a fourth time would mean his death. He entered the hangar, a small and petty thing, then jumped into the cockpit of the antiquated Davaab-Type fighter. The thing was nearing it's one hundredth birthday. It was a Mandalorian fighter used back when the Mandalorians were a power to be feared. It's intricate bubble cockpit had been something Navis fell in love with by the first flight.
The starfighter's thrusters activated, it left the durasteel landing pad and took to the skies. Without a hyperdrive, the starfighter could not leave the Outer Rim, but, barring extremely prolonged travel, it could make it to far flung Tatooine, or even Vanqor or Rhen Var. The Sith, although still maintaining a sizable training force on Korriban, had little left in the way of military firepower.
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"Yes sir, this is Starliner Oh-Oh-Five requesting permission to dock." Navis' force came in, suave and calm. The crackling voice that replied was that of the Anchorhead Port Control.
"Roger that Starliner. Dock in Bay Fourteen. Enjoy Anchorhead." Navis turned the Comlink off and brought the Kavaab down, turning it to face away from the bulkhead doors so that if he needed to exit, he could hastily climb into the cockpit and be up and away in no time. He shut the engines off and activated the locking device, a simple switch under the seat. He climbed from the cockpit, his robes left across the seat.
He was fashioned in black boots, black leggings, and a black tunic. His lightsaber attached to his belt was actually in a miniature enclosed holster of sorts to conceal it. He paid the dock fee and entered the bulkhead doors into the heated, arid atmosphere of Anchorhead.
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Name: Jerran Navis
-- (First and Last)
Species: Twi'lek
Allegiance: Remnants of the Sith
-- (Remnants of the Sith, or a Dark Jedi)
-- (Any position above "Sith Lord" requires Moderator approval.)
Rank: Sith Acolyte
-- (Sith Acolyte, Sith Warrior, Sith Lord, Dark Lord of the Sith, or Dark Jedi).
Character History: Navis, upon being born, was sold into slavery along with his four siblings before his first birthday. It was an event of oddity, primarily because his parents were wealthy farmers on Ryloth. He changed hands ten times before he was old enough to start working, and he finally ended up on the ship of a rather ambitious crew of Trandoshan slavers. Here, working under the Trandoshans, Navis learned of cruelty and malice. He learned how having the strongest hand meant victory.
Near his seventeenth birthday, the Trandoshans picked up a half-dozen Wookiees to take back to the Outer Rim. They broke loose and started to maul the crew, Navis remembered holding the blaster rifle tight to his shoulder, aimed at the huge creature. He hesitated, he waited. He watched as his masters were torn apart, and the Wookiees turned on him, but they did nothing. He was but a scared boy, a victim just as they were. They landed the ship on Florrum where Navis spent three years on the planet as a scavenger for the Weequay settlers who had picked him up.
Only days after his twentieth birthday, a crashed ship caused a commotion and Navis and a few Weequay went out to investigate. The freighter belonged to the Sith, or at least, those that remained in the wake of the thought bomb on Ruusan. They wielded blades of scarlet energy and slew the Weequay very quickly. Jerran Navis was taken prisoner, and he was taken back to Korriban after the Sith repaired their vessel.
Korriban was home to the Sith, and they maintained a large Sith Academy in the rubble of the ancient Sith order. The Republic knew such a place existed, but in the wake of the New Sith Wars and the Ruusan Reformation, the Galactic Republic could do little about it. Initially a slave, Narvis was released when he was discovered to be a Force Sensitive. They mocked him for being weak, threatened to cut off his lekku, and continued to build on his rage and anger.
He trained at the Academy for three years and became an accomplished Force User, although his skills in the saber were lacking. He was finally sent from Korriban with the instructions of reeking havoc and disrupting the general order of things, though to ensure that attention was not brought to the Sith, a strange order if nothing else.
Weaponry & Equipment:
-- One Red lightsaber.
-- Sith Robes.
-- Davaab-Type Starfighter.
Lightsaber Form:
-- Form IV: Ataru
Force Powers:
-- Absorb/Dissipate Energy, Danger Sense, Detect Life, Projective Telepathy
-- Feed on Dark Side, Force Lightning, Control Pain, Injure/Kill
Writing Sample:
" I will not fail you again! " Bloody nosed and near sobbing, Navis slowly picked himself off the floor and slid backward until he was out of the chamber. He fled, as fast and as far as he could go. He had failed for a third time, and a fourth time would mean his death. He entered the hangar, a small and petty thing, then jumped into the cockpit of the antiquated Davaab-Type fighter. The thing was nearing it's one hundredth birthday. It was a Mandalorian fighter used back when the Mandalorians were a power to be feared. It's intricate bubble cockpit had been something Navis fell in love with by the first flight.
The starfighter's thrusters activated, it left the durasteel landing pad and took to the skies. Without a hyperdrive, the starfighter could not leave the Outer Rim, but, barring extremely prolonged travel, it could make it to far flung Tatooine, or even Vanqor or Rhen Var. The Sith, although still maintaining a sizable training force on Korriban, had little left in the way of military firepower.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"Yes sir, this is Starliner Oh-Oh-Five requesting permission to dock." Navis' force came in, suave and calm. The crackling voice that replied was that of the Anchorhead Port Control.
"Roger that Starliner. Dock in Bay Fourteen. Enjoy Anchorhead." Navis turned the Comlink off and brought the Kavaab down, turning it to face away from the bulkhead doors so that if he needed to exit, he could hastily climb into the cockpit and be up and away in no time. He shut the engines off and activated the locking device, a simple switch under the seat. He climbed from the cockpit, his robes left across the seat.
He was fashioned in black boots, black leggings, and a black tunic. His lightsaber attached to his belt was actually in a miniature enclosed holster of sorts to conceal it. He paid the dock fee and entered the bulkhead doors into the heated, arid atmosphere of Anchorhead.