Supreme Prophet Praxeum
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Jorran Cine - Darth Malum (NPC)Birth name: Jorran Cine
Years of Existence: 19 ABY - 114 ABY
Species: Cathar
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Krayiss II
Blood Status: Half-blood
Eye color: Yellow
Height: 1.70 meters
Fur color: Olive green with light grey spots
Affiliation(s) :
-The Eternal Empire
-The Church of the Dark Side
Current/Former Occupation(s) Of Intrest:
-First-class Prophet of the Dark Side
Average Weaponry/Equipment:
-Single bladed red lightsaber, embedded with a Luxum crystal.
Language(s):
-Galactic Basic
-Sithese
-Olys Corellisi
-Huttese
-Mando'a (Has only the ability to read this language, not speak it)
Average clothing choice:
-Loose, black pants
-Dirty, black, loosely fitted, outer cloak
-Nexu hide boots
Personal Droid(s):
-Black hued R7-series astromech droid - Known as R7-S6 - Created in 45 ABY
Personal Vehicle(s):
-Grey hued Lamba-class Shuttle equipped with hyperdrive Compendium of Monsters
Gained in 30 ABY
Various Abilities:
-Extremely gifted in Sith Alchemy
Known Lightsaber forms:
- Niman
Apprentice(s):
-Gei'vi Upari (Completed)
Biography: The horrible tale of Jorran Cine is a tale many arrogant Jedi use for propaganda of the "evil" Sith, without knowing the reality of his early life. He was born as the only child of Mercido and Juliate Cine on the forgotten, dark world of Krayiss II. His father, a middle-aged Cathar, was pushed into the bowels of the underworld when his dream company mysteriously went up in flames one dreary evening. Countless nights, Jorran would recall, his mother cried for hours, waiting for her husband to come home to safety. Slowly losing money and getting in deep with the card sharks, Mercido began to try to drink his problems out of his mind - but it was the last mistake he would make.
Jorran still recalls, when he was only nine years old, a rainy night like many when his father bursts through the door - yelling at Juliate that Jorran was the cause of their grief. “If we never had that bastard,” Mercido would say “I wouldn't have to hide from these people!” Jorran’s tears began to stain his cheeks like most nights, but a sense of icy hot terror froze his body as tonight he watched his father grab a small knife. “You won’t ruin our life.” Mercido angrily said in his drunken state. Juliate ran in front of Mercido, screaming hoping to save her baby. But the young human female couldn’t out power the anger-driver Cathar. But when the husband pushed his wife over the couch beside of them, her long fingernails bore into his left eye and scratched against it hard. “You little...” Mercido said staring at Juliate, blood dripping from his eyes. Jorran screamed in horror as he watched his father pounce on his mother, knife extended and flying straight into her heart. Screams were heard for the next moments that seemed like an eternity as blood splattered across the walls and the cries of pain from Juliate faded into darkness.
Blood smeared across his face, Mercido turned to his son who was frozen in terror. His quiet footsteps echoed in the, literally, dead silent room as he walked towards his son. Suddenly, the young hybrid's eyes shot up to his father and the natural yellow in them began to illuminate in the darkness and shine against his murderous father. Suddenly, screams began to overtake the room once again as Mercido dropped to the floor as he violently convulsed - though nothing seemed wrong. After a long moment of screams in pain, the arm of Mercido exploded, spreading blood across the room and he faded into death. Jorran stood before the corpses of his father and mother with blood across his entire body, his fathers seemingly oddly warm. The child stood there without a single emotion showing on his face as he stared at his father's now-deformed body, not knowing he had boiled his blood with only his mind.
A year passed, Jorran stayed in the confines of his old home, never venturing outside, even for food. The home was as unkempt as Jorran felt and as empty as Jorran's heart. It wasn't sorrow or mourning that left him shackled to the home, but no place to leave to. A harsh, bright morning that was common on Krayiss II was the beginning of Jorran's quest for knowledge. His sharp teeth delved into a unlucky cat, that just happened to come into the seemingly-abandoned house, when a sudden chill in his upper back caused him to rise. He looked out the window he had broken in anger only two months ago and suddenly felt compelled to leave. Without a reason to hold him back, Jorran walked out the door of the home for the first time in a year and began to walk to the west. Three hours passed, but Jorran continued to walk through the vast, empty dessert. Suddenly, a large collection of debris came into his view and he felt the need to run to it. It only took him a few moments to arrive to the large pieces of stone spread around and he continued through them. Once inside, he began to see books scattered across the floor, many seemed very damaged and old - but he began to look at them. It took him years to discover he had found the debris of the ancient Sith library of Krayiss II.
The next fourteen years were spent in between his former home and studies in the ruins of the library, learning more and more of the power of the Dark Side. Once he had reached the age of 23, Jorran knew that his destiny was greater than that of this forsaken planet and he was called to leave. It only took him a few hours to reach the closest spaceport, and only a few moments to Force choke the pilots of a shuttle, set the ship to the last coordinates traveled and take off.
Once he exited hyperspace, he instantly recognized the planet he orbited from his studies as the planet of Courscant. Once his ship touched down, he began to search the planet to see if he locate any information of the Sith, powerful followers of the Dark Side. It didn't take him long when he realized that the planet was under the control of the Sith's Eternal Empire and he quickly began to search entrance into their ranks because of his realization of his mother's affiliation to the House of Dilbrun.
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