In-Character Information
Character Name:
Ixidor Asgrod
Character picture:
I don't have a picture, partially because I am not artistic, and partially because I don't have every aspect of what my character looks like.
Age:
21 by 3,653 BBY
General Appearance:
Male Miralukan, 1.9 meters tall (6 ft 3 in), pale skin, wields two green lightsabers (Jedi Knight).
Biography:
I'll post it, but with a few notices:
1) I'm pretty new at it, this was my first attempt (written at the beginning of the year). It isn't a biography so much as me attempting to create a story for my character and my alts to share.
2) Also, it isn't finished. Ever since we have been getting more and more information, I've been updating the story or information to try and fit it into the story, and there is some information I'm missing, or might be incorrect that needs to be changed. I enjoy if I can put myself into a video game character's shoes more overall, it makes the experience that much more fun and immersive.
*My apologies for any HTML errors, I have it copied and pasted into a document.
Ixidor’s story begins in 3,674 BBY on the planet of
Alpheridies, the adopted home world of the [url=starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Miraluka]Miralukan[/url] people. His family members were farmers, although Ixidor spent most of his time in the industrial sector learning to manipulate and experiment with the farming technology. Shortly after his 13th birthday, he was kidnapped by
slavers who happened to fly into the sector and were looking for an easy planet to raid.
They took him to
Ylesia where Ixidor was sold to the
Besadii Hutts to process
Spice. The Hutt ruler of Ylesia was cruel, mistaking Ixidor to be blind; The Hutt threw him into the slave fighting ring for other Besadii and large figures to bet on. They quickly learned that despite not using what would normally be his eyes (Miralukans have no eyes, only empty vestigial sockets) he could still sense others. The truth was that his
Force Sight allowed him to see the opponents and his limited
battle premonition was a sign of his
Force-sensitivity.
It was in 3,650 BBY that a
Galactic Republic finally pierced into
Hutt Space in an effort to deprive the
Sith Empire of a source of income and materials. A contingent of
Republic Special Forces landed on Ylesia to investigate claims of illegal spice production. It was then that Ixidor met his eventual rescuers. “Hello human, my name
Frederic, Fred for short.
Butler! Get this one into the medical transport and in route back to
Coruscant, the bastards took out his eyes, maybe the
Jedi can do something for him”. A broad-framed
Trooper put his massive rifle down and slung Ixidor over his shoulder. “So what is your name bud?” “
Ixidor, and I’m not human, I’m a Miralukan.” “Never heard of them, and either way, orders are orders, you are coming with me on that ship and going to Coruscant”. Once on the ship the trooper took his helmet off and placed it on a bunk, then placed Ixidor on a bunk in the same compartment with a few other Troopers. His skin was unusually pale, not only naturally, but because of being in the armor on a constant basis. “By the way, my name is Araquiel Butler, use whichever name you like better, the higher ups enjoy using my last name with orders like I am wearing a freakin’ tuxedo. Anyway, you can stay in here with us Ix, meet the rest of the group!”
[insert other characters from Havok Squad]
“Nice to meet you all, hey Araquiel, mind if I ask you a question?” “Go for it.” “How come you don’t blink?” “I have no idea how you can tell, but I’m not actually human, I’m a [url=http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Chev Chev[/url] born and raised on
Vinsoth. We don’t actually have eyelids, just a thin membrane over the eyes. Oh and two hearts, it drives the medics nuts, they can’t keep up with the count and the machine’s constant beeping annoys the hell out of them.” “Haha! I bet, so what was Vinsoth like?” “I guess for an offworlder it was nice, the grasslands and prairies would probably be fun for either
Backshin hunting or farming. The whole slavery thing kinda ruined it though. You see, there is race of the ugliest mother-effers you have ever seen. The
Chevin, I won’t even bother describing them, my words won’t do them justice, but they used the Chev people as slaves for farming. You couldn’t act any differently, dress any differently, you had to be just like every slave. It is why I have all these tattoos, I am thankful to be free of that world, got out when the Chevin that owned me was stupid enough to just assume I wouldn’t find a way to get away during an offworld
podrace. I won’t go into too many details, but it included knocking a
Dug out, rigging his droid to explode, and dressing the thing in his clothes. Either way, I am free and happy. I joined the Republic to help others, and they haven’t disappointed, you aren’t the first person I’ve freed, and won’t be the last. How about you Ixidor?” “Well, I had a pretty normal childhood, when I was about 13 a green skinned twi’lek came and raided my village. I guess I’ve spent 5 years on that planet, fighting and making Spice.”
A few weeks passed and after traveling from Republic base to base, they finally arrived in Coruscant. “Wow… This is nothing like Alpheridies.” “Haha, certainly not kid, Coruscant is a marvel in and of itself.” After landing, Ixidor and Araquiel departed, with Araquiel telling Ixidor to feel free and visit anytime for fun or combat lessons. A Republic Officer escorted Ixidor to the
Jedi Infirmary. A young
padwan sat him down and then closed his eyes and tried to discover the proper solution. “I don’t need any healing, I’m telling you.” After fifteen minutes the padawan began to show frustration, an older Jedi approached the seat. “First, remember to remain in control of your emotions at all times. Even if something seems impossible, you must prevent yourself from becoming angry. Second, what were you trying to fix? The tanks won’t give him organs he never had.” “What do you mean Master Bane?” “He is a Miraluka, he has never had eyes, and his race is comprised entirely of force-sensitives who see through the Force”. Ixidor sat up upon hearing these words, “FINALLY someone gets it!” “Yes, and I believe the council may want to meet you, follow me.”
The council examined Ixidor, they asked question upon question upon question, and they asked him to identify items which could only be sensed through the force. After the grueling interview, the Jedi allowed Ixidor to rest while they discussed. A hologram of a
GastrulanJedi appeared. “The council has made their decision; please meet me outside of the chamber.” He nervously walked through the corridors of the
Jedi Temple pondering his fate. Would he become a Jedi or would he be sent back to a quiet life of farming on his homeworld? “Greetings Ixidor, after much thought, it is decided that you will be allowed into the
Jedi Order. You will be training under
Warrior Master Rex Rasi Tuum. His family name is
Rasi Tuum, but you may refer to him as Master Tuum. He has already been notified of the situation, he will show you to your room, give you standard Jedi clothing, and begin your training. As it turns out Rex Rasi Tuum was a muscular
Cathar, not the usual cat-humans, or the other furry humanoid variety, but the real baseline Cathar. “You are small. I shall fix that. Let us begin.”
Ixidor completed his trials as fast as he could, under Master Tuum he trained daily with a lightsaber. One of the first things Ixidor learned was the art of
Floating Meditation, however, in deviation from standard teaching, he found just sitting in silence counterproductive. By doing a few odd jobs around Coruscant, Ixidor purchased a
Double Viol and played
Heavy Isotope music while meditating. The more he meditated the more he began to see images of a lightsaber appear in his mind. He told these images to Master Tuum who deemed it time for Ixidor to create his own.
They took a transport to the frozen planet of Ilum, famous for the
Crystal Caves. “Go get your own crystal. This is the first of your trials.
The Trial of the Spirit. You will climb to the top. No gear, no food. Learn from it.” Ixidor finally reached the caves, after almost a week of climbing. He began to meditate to discover the location of the crystals, but found it difficult, without music there were many distractions. After two days he saw two blue crystals hanging over the edge of a chasm.
Ixidor made his way through the caves until he spotted a figure blocking the entrance to the chasm where his crystals were located. The man was about Ixidor’s height, but more muscular, completely bald, numerous tattoos, and wearing dark colored
armored robes with a cloth headband around his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you Ixidor Asgrod.” “Who are you?” “I am Passion. I am Strength. I am Power. I am Victory. I am Freedom. And most of all… I am you Ixidor.” “Clearly the darkside is strong with you, but you are not me.” “Oh I am, but I am a stronger. There is no being that can best me. Prepare to fight.” The Sith began charging straight towards Ixidor, without a moment’s hesitation he used the force and threw a large rock at the imposter. Moments before it would hit him, Ixidor caused it to
explode. “Hahaha, weakling, you expected that to knock me out or polish my forehead? Try it again; perhaps you will bury yourself in this cavern.” There was no time left, Ixidor rushed in to meet the Sith being but was ill-prepared. Ixidor was thrown back against the cavern wall, the dark Miralukan walked slowly around the Jedi with a smile on his face. “You can end this you know, just let those feelings out.“ “How about not.” The fist fight continued, with Ixidor using his speed to outmaneuver the larger opponent who opted for slower, but more brutal attacks. With a massive leap Ixidor jumped back out of arm’s reach. “Give up Jedi, your fate will be no different from your friends.” From behind the Sith a number of figures walked out: Ixidor’s family chained together in tattered clothing walked out. Following them were members of the Jedi order, and Republic troopers, Araquiel walked at the end, the left side of his face a horrific scar and missing his right arm ending at the elbow. They stopped and watched the fight with a depressed and broken look. Ixidor made an unearthly primal roar. He felt the hate inside of him welling up; all the years of feeling helpless, feeling weak, all the memories flooded back. “I will not let it happen, you will not enslave them.” He threw out his arm and began to
Force Choke the Sith. “Yes!.. That’s i…i…t Ixidor. Feed up…p..pon your ra…ra…rage.” “What am I doing? I’m no better than you are…” Ixidor falls to his knees, relinquishing his hold, the Sith falls onto all fours, coughing. “I can prevent this from happening, if I do not fall, there is peace. There is serenity. Your time is over foul creature, your test has failed. I shall wash myself of your presence.” Ixidor gathered up as much of the Force as he could and threw a
as much light force as he could. “You will be separated from the force, never to terrorize again, never to doom my friends and family to slavery.” In a brilliant explosion of bright blue, the facsimile was no more. Ixidor collected his crystals and began the return trip.
“Now that you have your crystals Ixidor, you are ready to create your own lightsaber. I shall leave you to it.” Ixidor knew exactly what he wanted, two standard blue lightsabers with one modification, removable handles to turn them into a pair of
Guard Shotos or use them as a pair or regular
Lightsabers when necessary. He needed the proper material, as he still wished for the handles to be lightsaber resistant. While
Cortosis was perfect, it was rare and extraordinarily expensive.
Armorweave provided minimal defensive capabilities, not the resistance he needed. He could just use any metal and
imbue it with the force but Ixidor felt that was a waste of force power and concentration. After consulting the
Jedi Archives he came upon the story of a man named
Camper who originally worked with a material called
Phrik which did the trick. He had to pay many a Mandalorian group a visit until he finally found an owner by the name of Kryth. He didn’t seem too bothered to give it up, as the Mandalorians were convinced of their armor’s superiority. Upon returning to the Jedi Temple his lightsabers were complete. “Acceptable craftsmanship. Not finished yet. The fun begins. Welcome to the
War.”
A few months had passed, Ixidor had seem some combat, a few border skirmishes here and there, an attack on a stronghold, assisting in diplomacy issues, or even helping native populations defend themselves. The static broke the silence of the meditation room. *krrzzzt*”Come in Padawan”*krrzzzzt* “Yes master?” “First real fight. Flight to
Dathomir. Be ready by morning.”
Ixidor was eager to get into battle; his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing the entire flight. He knew he should not be so eager, but he want to prove himself worthy of being a Knight and finish another trial. Once they touched down on the actual planet, Rex Rasi Tuum called him over. “I am
Jedi Lord and
General. You are
Commander. Target is a Sith bastion. Lots of
Sith Troopers. Expect Dark Jedi. Mandalorian Mercs too. Have fun.” “Master, who are we attacking with?” “Special Forces
Regiment 113. I won’t be fighting. You will be.” “Thank you Master, I shall go meet the Troopers now.”
It wasn’t the entire regiment, each had been broken up into segments. Ixidor’s segment was made up heavily of troopers wielding an assortment of weapons, a few artillery guns, and a handful of Jedi Commanders and Generals. It had been about 5 and a ½ years since smuggler
Hylo Visz brought relief to the Republic by
breaking the Mandalorian Blockade. Ever since then smugglers were gaining popularity, eager to sell their wares. They certainly found out the Republic was planning something. One dressed in a wide-brimmed hat and brown duster approached Ixidor. “G’day stranger, what’re yuh buyin’?” “You have nothing I wish to purchase.” “What’re yuh sellin’? Ahh! The lightsaber, I’ll buy it at a high price” “I am not selling, please move on.” “Not enough cash stranger? Hahaha!” “I have plenty of money, you have nothing to offer.” “Annoying little pests, aren’t they Ixidor?” “Araquiel! Good to see you man!” “You too Ixidor, or should I call you Commander now?” “Come now, no need for formalities between friends.” A gruff voice came over the comlink. “Form up, it’s go time.”
*I still need an ending, probably some sort of battle where I manage to work in some of my 4 Imperial characters I wrote earlier (maybe just one or two).
Out-of-character information:
Real Name: (Optional)
Andrew
Real Age: (Specific Age optional)
20
Location:
Time zone - EST
General location - Florida (I live in different areas depending on if college is in session or not)
General times of activity:
Any time after 4 PM Monday-Thursday.
Any time after 12 PM Friday
Any time Saturday and Sunday
The only time I can fully say I won't be on as much (I'd still get one for a bit to take a break) us during Midterms/Finals weeks, just so I can focus on studying.
Talents/strong points:
I'm pretty committed to guilds in the MMO's I play. The only times I've left are when the guild environment began to crumble and became hostile to members. Other than that, I really don't mind helping out guildies, actually I rather enjoy it. For example: back when I played WoW (around 3 years ago), we were always short on Warlocks. So as the only geared Warlock, who was usually top 10 in DPS, I took a few days off from doing what I normally do everyday and created a detailed how-to guide for the other Warlocks in the guild.
I did the same thing when I played Hellgate: London (even though that game was less than stellar).
I was also the guy who processed applications for one of the largest guilds in Warhammer Online. I had to step down due to the workload of trying to monitor 500+ people while processing 15+ applications every day becoming far too overwhelming. It turned into a several hours a day job, in combination to trying to play and attend college.
Weak points:
I kind of like debating a tad too much, mostly just politics or philosophy. I've never actually had it become a problem on a video game, mostly cause people keep real world stuff, and controversial topics out of guild chat.
Looks great man. Anywho, feel free to post around. The more you do, the quicker leadership can come to a decision on your app.
