Name: Rax Vidanes<br/>Sex: Male<br/>Race: Human<br/>Age: 23<br/>Position: Student<br/><br/>Basic Concept: Pervert and manipulate the new "Force Sorcery" to enhance and assist in the reanimation of flesh for various reasons (Hello necromancer!)<br/>Sexuality: Straight, Normally  "uninterested" (http://www.laughinggame.com/2008/07/20/gtfo-bitch-im-doing-science/)<br/><br/>Description<br/>Hair: Light Brown, wavy-styled back<br/>Eyes: Orange<br/>Face: Calm, blank<br/>Body Type: Slender<br/>Skin Tone: Cream colored<br/>Voice: Deep, Low<br/>Other:<br/>(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/115.jpg)<br/><br/>Dislikes: Interruptions, Inefficiency, Laziness,<br/>Desires: Peace/solitude (To indulge in his studies), Test Subjects, Knowledge, Time<br/>Habits: Uses a Rigged facial mask (Prevents down time- Eating, drinking, sterilization etc). Losses track of time. Talks to himself when bored with what others are saying.<br/><br/>Insecurities: His humanity prevents his advancement to understand the dark side fully. Defeat<br/><br/>Deadly Sin: Envy<br/><br/>Character Background:<br/>Rax Vidanes spent most of his youth abroad a star ship that orbited around the war torn remains of Taris. His parents and grand parents before him had spent decades on the luxury cruiser, that manged to escape the sith bombardments. With their home planet in ruins and their fortunes left to the elements, the family slowly turned on themselves. Rax found peace in the small crawl spaces of the ship, anger boiling inside of him of a "family" that only spoke of the glorious days of the past.<br/><br/>As he grew older and scouting parties were sent to Taris, he felt compelled to leave the ship and learn of the beloved home world he had grown up watching from outer orbit. Now in his teen years and on actual ground, his inquisitive mind took over. He searched and learned all he could from the ruins, a deep hunger to explore consumed him. His research took importance over everything else, until his brothers followed him down to the surface.<br/><br/>Cursed with being the middle child, he had to endure the praises and coddles his parents showered upon the others. The oldest being the "hope" of the family, the youngest being the "pretty" one that had the face for service in the senate. Anger boiled inside of Rax, Anger he focused on his exploration of the world and his studies. Into his adult hood he studied and devoted himself fully to the cause, bitter that it would take a life time to learn everything the galaxy had to offer. Whispers tickled his ear, a call that he did not know how to answer, an instinct he felt brewing deep in his core. The voices talked with him, comforted him as they told him what he wanted to hear. He became dependent on the dialogue he had with "himself", preferring to spend hours on end with himself in study instead of acknowledging his family.<br/><br/>All went well, his brothers realized Rax, unusual behavior and followed him. Rax was in discussion with himself, trying to make sense of glyphs he had found on the planet. Once he became aware that he had been followed, "instinct" told him they would try to take credit for his finding. In a fit of rage, he smashed their heads into the ancient runes and left them to decay.<br/><br/>By the time his family realized of the fratricide committed, he had been compelled to leave the planet and trusted the "instinct" until he came across the academy of Malachor.<br/>Ranking of Masteries<br/><br/>1st: Force "Sorcery"<br/>2nd: midi-chlorian manipulation<br/><br/>Lightsaber:<br/>Type: Single standard<br/>Color: Dark Orange<br/>Style: Shien / Djem So- Tràkata(supplement)<br/><br/><br/>*************************************************<br/>To be continued, had to do my homework on this world so I am "flowing with the time line"- Can't come from Taris if the world was blown to shit by the sith in the civil war.