Character's status/position in the temple:
Character's Force powers/ Skills:
- Battlemind (Adept)
- Force Block/Force Strip (Adept)
- Force Push/Pull (Learning)
- Psychometry (Learning)((racial ability))
Malefic stands roughly 6’0, and weighs no less than 195lbs. His apparent beauty seeming quite deluded, yet there is elegance in his overall attire, long streaky dark hair cascades wildly over brute shoulders, to elbow length, covering chocolate-tanned flesh. Tattooed onto his face, his tribes markings, a broad red cross bridging at his nose and directing in all 4 directions, a black line crossing through the southern/northern line. Emerald orbs extending a cold, merciless intent, staring down all who dare look upon them. Clothed in protruding hooded black robes, reaching just below the knee and black leather boots; the sort issued only to military personnel. Tight leather pants grip his buttocks and thighs, held together by a corded belt. His upper abdomen adorned in a survival vest of sorts, lined with various apparel and equipment.
Being of Kiffar blood, Malefic was born of a naturally aggressive nature, though, having been brought up by a rivalled tribe only spurred this aggressiveness further. Originally he was found, abandoned, by a tribe official, whom enslaved Malefic and trained him to become a chore-boy aboard a kiffar cargo-ship. Malefic’s young life became very gloomy; he suffered day-in and day-out, giving into hate, pain, and at times even thought about suicide. These days went on for what seemed like years, and they were years, until however the day when his cargo ship docked in correscent. He had been ordered to stand by and guard the ship, not that it needed guarding of course, what with the craft being worth no less than dirt. However, this was the case, and he would have to find something to occupy his attention until the men returned, which probably wouldn’t be for another 3-4 hours, such is the life of a chore-boy. Some few hours past, and Malefic was getting frustrated, some drunken pilots had waltzed into the docking-bay and had made their way over to the ship, booting the side of its hull with their toecaps as they laughed and sniggered at its expense, “What a useless piece of crap!” one of the pilots regarded, the other two agreeing as all three of them cackled. Malefic slipped round the side of the ship, trying to avoid confrontation, but in the process manages to trip over a littered can, catching the attention of the pilots who immediately made their way over to him. “Oi, Boy! This ur ship!?” one of the pilots snapped, beating the side of the craft again with his elbow. Malefic grunted, having no desire to socialise with such men, and having even less desire to take another beating today, especially since today was his 7th birthday. However, bad luck seemingly followed him wherever he went, as one of the men reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, “He sure is a puny little rat, ain’t he?” the drunk snapped. “Let me go!” Malefic cried, kicking the man in the throat, blood spilling out from the mans mouth, as he drops Malefic and coughs violently, the other two men corner Malefic and begin beating him to a pulp. A passing jedi and his padawan intercept the beatings, to find Malefic, standing, his arms pulsating with intensity rarely seen in a child of such an age, after taking such a brutal beating he was still able to maintain consciousness, proving mind over matter. A trait found commonly in Jedi-hopefuls … Need I say more of the proceedings to follow?
True to his nature, Malefic resembles a hardheaded soldier, he hates pranksters and only answers to direct orders, otherwise chatter is limited. He acts superior to his peers, however, proves to show lenience and even courtesy at times. Deep down, he even manages to spare feelings for friends, family (what has become of his family, tutors, teachers, peers etc) and various other affairs, though … he is always troubled by an apparent fear, of what might become of him, if he were to “slip up”, hence his dependence from the rest of his fellow Jedi.
His past: Malefic endures flashbacks from his past; he must meditate daily to control his emotions, else risk falling to the darkside.
Younglings: Malefic will do everything in his power to protect youngling slaves, especially kiffar younglings, who act as a double edged sword, reminding him of his past and leading him down the path of hatred.
Limits: Site limits, anything else just ask!