Basic Information ||
Nickname/Alias: The Abyss Strider
Current Age: 52
Profession: Dark Jedi (ex Knight)
Physical Information ||
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 176 lbs
(This but with a Star Wars twist)
Appearance Artoran is of a light to medium build, paled skin from lack of exposure to light for a long period of time. Black armor covering most of his body, minus his head, which in itself is covered by a dark blue cloak with an armored top and a black plume coming out of the back, which covers the upper half of his torso, his arms are not covered by the cloak, but as his head is covered his face is almost completely concealed from sight. With his hood down he has a scarred face, many old injuries across the front of his face. Having been absent for a long period of time Artoran has long black hair which he tries to slightly keep at a decent length, so he keeps it at around shoulder length. His left arm is cybernetic, but during his absence it was damaged beyond repairs that he is able to do and has been forced to use his remaining arm to do everything.
Equipment & Powers ||
Equipment: Due to his absence Artoran's equipment, which includes a datapad and a very customized vibrosword both of which are very outdated
Lightsaber (s): Artoran wields a saber using a purple kybar crystal with a customized hilt to have hand guards built into it, not very practical but he could not care less.
Lightsaber Form (s): Artoran is proficient in a few of the common saber forms but during his absence he has developed and mastered his own style, using both his saber and vibrosword in the same hand with the hilts strapped together.
More Information ||
Personality: Artoran is a very independent man who, when he was younger used to think he could take on the world. He is slightly hotheaded but in his age he had much time to meditate and has taught himself to sit and think. Artoran is also very protective of those that are close to him, and one has to really get on his good side to be considered close to him.
Skilled with one-handed combat
Refuses help from others
Reliant on his own skills
Ship (s): 3-Z Light Freighter "Grey Wolf"
Artoran always prefers not to talk about his past, Having been born on tatooine he was almost always in poverty, he had been born into slavery and at the age of seven was purchased by a pirate and brought into deep space to be sent to work in their hideout, on the way to the pirate's hideout the ship he was in was attacked by a wandering Jedi by the name of Kar'thel. Artoran was rescued, and was noticed mostly due to his sensitivity to the force. He was taken back to the Jedi temple on Kenobi and brought up in the ways of the Jedi. He showed more proficiency in saber combat than he did using the force and started to prefer melee combat. Later being brought on as a padawan by the Jedi who had rescued him in the first place
During his years as a padawan he got quite a few missions and battles under his belt and even got his customized armor created for him. He had worked well with his master and could feel himself growing stronger within the force during every battle the two had gotten into. One of the battle Artoran was in caused him to loose his left arm in a duel with a Sith which got replaced with a cybernetic arm, it took him awhile to get used to it but he eventually did and quickly reached his previous combat ability. During their period of companionship, Kar'thel seemed to notice that Artoran was very slowly growing slightly more bitter with each passing battle. Artoran eventually had reached his trials and managed to pass them, with a little difficulty.
As Artoran was now a Jedi Knight he made the choice to wait awhile before choosing his own padawan, a few years later, at around 31 years of age, he was overseeing a group of younglings showcase their skills to appeal to some knights in hope of getting a padawanship. Artoran had noticed one youngling that seemed to have been glanced over by the other knights looking for a padawan. Artoran had approached the youngling and offered to be his master, he had been impressed by the youngling's skill with a lightsaber pike and offered to be the young Jedi's master. As Artoran trained his new padawan, he felt a close connection to him, as if the two were meant to be partners. During their journey's together they became known for hunting Sith and slaying them with their unorthodox fighting styles, the two spent many years fighting alongside each other before Artoran had sent his padawan off on a mission before taking his ship and disappearing from the radar. He had secluded himself in a ruined temple on a planet far in the outer rim and took the ruins up as his home. He had needed time to meditate and let time pass until he might be needed again. He stayed alive for the many years he was on the planet by hunting the indigenous wildlife. He was ignoring the wars outside of his new home and kept to himself. Anyone that arrived on the planet to find him was never seen or heard from again, and eventually people forgot about him, mainly going to the planet he was on to try and find out what happened to the missing people. Years passed but Artoran was ignorant of the time, as he was hunting during his absence his cybernetic arm became damaged by his prey, not being skilled at repairing mechanical objects, it eventually fell into even more disrepair, he never tried fixing it and eventually got used to it being broken and having to use his right arm for nearly everything. He got very proficient in using his good arm, he had developed an attack style that could use both of his weapons in the same hand, strapping the blades together he was able to use both his vibrosword and saber with some form of skill. He recently decided to pack up the small equipment he had left that was usable, and dusted off his ship, checking the fuel levels, which seemed to be just enough to reach Coruscant, he entered the coordinates and was on his way to arrive. Though the thought of the Jedi not accepting him back into their ranks due to the fact he has become slowly more towards the dark side of the force. His armor darkened from the years of not being cleaned professionally, caked in creature blood and mud the originally dark color of the armor was made even blacker. His cloak was tattered and torn, the symbol on it that was once pure white still slightly visible.