Physical Appearance

Native Language: Basic with a Cathar accent

Hair Color: Dark Mud Brown

Eye Color: Yellowish Golden Green that always seam to catch the light that look like two chunks of aged ivory.

Skin Color: He is almost malt, being considered white but yet always having a tanned tint to him due to a black ancestor.

Height: 6’ 2”

Weight: 168

Age: 20

Full Name: Xenos Sage

Physical Build: He is built to a very athletic stat. His is very musclier but has more upper body muscle then lower but still is quick on his feet and has bulging calf muscles. He has a very barony frame with wide shoulders and long yet strong limbs.

Homeworld: Metellos

Talents/Skills

1) Marksmenship -He is an excellent marksmen said to be able to hit long distance targets with a E-11s sniper rifle or a DC-15x sniper rifle along with being able to shoot the heads off of moving targets easily with both sniper rifles and a E-11 Blaster Rifle.

2) Agility

-He can run for long distances and can run a little over a 4:30 mile. But finds that he goes slower and slower after long distance running.

3) Power -He has a lot of strength in his punches and kicks and he uses it very well but sometimes lacks technic.

Background History

The theme of this story: parody conflict. The main character: insane cleric. The start of the story: accident. The end of the story: treason.

The filthy poor planet Metellos "Coruscant that wasn't". A disgrace to those worlds that call themselves cities and a planet that you cross the galaxy to avoid. This planet was the birthplace of a soon to be man named Xenos a simple human to the eye but in blood he was a Epicanthix a race seemingly loosely known to that of the galaxy. Xenos was in a simple family. A long line of fighting epidemics and yet nothing to show or boast about, the family was to poor to buy themselves a tick off the filth pulsating world and found both parents working to make what end of the meat could be found. His father a feeble wide eyed and broad chested man with a glass heart and an alcohol soaked face. His mother a small woman with some horrible stories to tell and scares to show that liked to job hop along with never speak the same language at the same time. Then his two sisters, one being the oldest and the “pure” one that couldn’t keep her sticky beak out of the secrets of the family, and the other being the druggy everyone paid attention to but never really knew.

Xenos grew up an almost normal life, struggling up one hill only to fall down it a minute later. He was embedded into a world that you could watch dry and decay and seemingly had nothing better then to do so. He stuck his small head into doors that were always closed and many times found himself at the end of a grinning thugs blaster. But he was to young to really be a threat to anything and many times would be seen as a street urchin seeing home was not a place highly enjoyed. He wasn’t paid to much attention to and when he was he was caught doing foolish child’s play or something that he would receive a bruise to smile up at him or see hundreds of times over in the families broken mirror. Growing older he learned his own lessons, at the age of 10 he learned that his life was not good and was never good. At the age of eleven he watched six people massacred by a number of street gangbangers. He was a quick learned but he was learning the wrong things, how to steal, how to live off a life that gave nothing, and how to even kill though the act never came around to doing so. And seeing no one paid attention to him he brought girls he knew around the sector of city he lived in to his room and they explored what he was to young to do.

But life changed when he was 14. His father a man always upset over his work that made him constantly move around the petty world was become sick of the life he was having and sick of the family he had. He was even suspecting of his wife from leaving him. But one day he was tired looking over a malfunctioning datapad that gave him a friendly nerve spasm of electric shock every inconsecutive minute. What seamed to be the word of “accidentally” dropping the datapad walking out to get into his speeded it landed on a pool of black shimmering oil that twisted your reflection into a mass of colours and deformed shapes. The datapad blacked out making its last reminder of how poor the family was an understatement. The oil lit, a burning circle of hell that travelled rippling its way towards a workbench, which lit as if it was made of match heads. The wall came with it, as it crawled its way around the apartment. Licking at windows and sucking in air like a vacuum and spreading its deadly gas like a smoker standing on a street corner. Xenos’s dad almost jumped from his skin into his speeder starting her up before the doors were open and making a half circle on the rising repulserlift garage door.

His mother woke up as the fire quickly ran its way like mice around the foot of her bed. She woke up and was quick to grab what she could and find Xenos’s sisters and quickly escapes to a place never seen and would be never seen by his father or Xenos in all of their lives. Xenos woke up a sharp pain in his right eye as the building around him started to collapse. The fire closing in like a number of hungry ants slowly and rapidly making its way to Xenos’s feet. Xenos tried to run starting to get thrashed and smoulder away at the skin that he bared for all the life he had lived. And all that life he remembered even if it was good or bad, it all started to go black. Like a blanket of darkness slowly brought above your head to smother you in smoke and pain. A dark figure seemingly fought its way and saved Xenos busting forth from his window and saving Xenos’s life as the boy’s head fell back.

Xenos woke up in an Imperial Hospital what seamed like him the next minute. He looked around him to find himself in a warm relaxing pact tank. He scanned down at his body only to find a body he could not remember coursing around his body was the leathery burnt skin that was rough and bubbly that almost glowed of redness and a sick feeling of self consciousness came to mind. He struggled fought to breath air of his own. He screamed and finally got the strength to break it way forth from the tank and into the open air. The pain of fresh air against his skin was as if the fire was relit. Droids came quickly to his screams and were quick to sedate him. His body rejected the medicines and antidotes and the doctors had to make the tough discission to let his body heal itself something that would never happen. After a year of recovering the Empire saw him a real urchin now, seeing his mother and father had some what gone missing for all anyone knew.

Xenos was sent to Syndaar Military Prep School were he studied and starting to form a normal life once more. Becoming enrolled in clubs and starting to gain friends and even girlfriends he started to start and enjoy life once again. Seeing he was far from what he was forced to call home he saw the light in every dark room. Gaining good grades and studying hard he was able to graduate at the age of 18.

But he did not want his Imperial role to end. Joining a survival academy named Galactic Outdoor Survival School or GOSS for short. He was placed against the elements along with other competitors for a period of a year long he came out still alive with all limbs and body parts still attached and functioning.

Returning to his homeworld he was greeted by an old man with a crooked smile and a familiar complexion. He stated he was his father from long back. Xenos’s first intention was to kill him but after talking to him after awhile he was quick to forgive and they went back to his fathers new home. There he was met by a number of his fathers friends, including some women that seamed to be more after the change in Xenos’s pocket then anything else. Xenos thought his dad had been set straight and was now trying to live a good life with fun and enjoyment. But suddenly his friends started to get restless, pushing and shoving and suddenly attacking him and beating him violently. Xenos was forced to fight his way out finally knocking out the second to last one with a arched punch to the temple and was able to form a strong enough choke hold on the last one to squeeze the disgusting polluted air out of him till his tongue turned blue.

He found himself almost in deja vu as he looked down the sights of yet again another barrel this time his father was at the end of it. He was sweating head to toe, his teeth chattered as he had just seen his son’s skill kill the thugs he had hired. His father started to stutter speaking to him in a rash tone that was half frightened to death and the other half a mass of emotions and blood thrust power that the blaster in his hands gave him. But his father started to talk to him, admitting that the fire was no accident, that he hated him and his now long gone mother. That he was worth nothing to him and that he wished that the fire had really got him like he had thought until he read the survivors of GOSS and seeing his name among those listed.

His father started to cry a man of weakness and contempt. He told Xenos that he was part of a rebel resistance group and that now it was Xenos’s turn to die. But Xenos saw it differently. Moving quickly when his father blinked he took his right hand around the nozzle of the gun pushing it to one side and moving his feet into a forward stance were he did a palm strike with his left hand straight into his father’s nose. His father flew backwards arching into the air and landing hard on his back. Blood flowed freely forth from his nose as he gaggled and snorted blood. The cartilage in his nose broken into shards, which had shotten up into his brain killing him without a thought more or less. Xenos found evidence of his father and the men in the room holding illegal weapons and information from a computer terminal stating about rebel insurgence and information. Xenos reported this to the Imperial Forces near by and they came to clear the house. Xenos was written into the Imperial Datapank for his findings and moved on in his life not looking back to his homeplanet again.

He went to join VE Academy hoping finally to become his dream and sere his part. To finally be one of the boys in white and maybe be able to save kids from fires and kill scum like his dad every day. He would enjoy this.