Mako Rend
Renny
Name: Mako Rend
Race: Human
Faction: None
Background: Born
Killua Gaks to a Dark Jedi, Mako was raised tilting towards the dark side. It didn’t take long for the young force sensitive to fall, for his father was already an abusive man. Through the will-breaking power of the force, he made the young boy follow him and his endeavors, ultimately twisting him to his whims. Mako often thought of running away but he knew that his father would find him, if not beat him for
even thinking of leaving. Ontop of that, the man provided him with just about all he required. Well … the basic necessities at least.
As time moved on and the two, cloaked in varying shades of darkness, descended further into madness; Mako soon realized that his father was weakening both mentally and physically. His connection to the force was still strong but he was too reliant on it. After an attack on a political official left his father wounded and maimed, Mako took the chance to obtain his freedom. A deafening betrayal would send his father to the ground as Mako ignited the man’s lightsaber and took to rending the man’s skull in half with an unbridled rage. At the age of 19, he had found his freedom through a blood-soaked action, wondering where the dark ripples of his descent would lead him.
Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive
Items: Orange Lightsaber, Black Dusty Cloak, Gloves, Trousers, Small Rations, Vibro-Dagger
Character Personality: A rather selfish, greedy being in all reality. Mako seemingly lives for only himself, doing all that he can to make sure he lives to see another day. Rage dances at the edge of his mind, lowering his tolerance for others to a near psychotic level. He sees his only value as being a conduit for the Dark Side and is willing to do anything to satiate the anger it produces inside of him. Living is his goal, so he does odd jobs to obtain credit. Jobs that upstanding beings are less inclined to perform.
Character Alignment (Choose one): Dark Side
Sample Post:The desert town erupted in uproar as he dashed down the street, an arm cradling a loaf of bread he had stolen moments earlier. Shouts and rocks were thrown towards him; the community was tight here. So much in fact that he felt like the entire bazaar was chasing him. Mako bit his lip and spared a glance towards his pursuers.
Not nearly as many as he felt. He returned to the path with the captured image of his foes and their surroundings. A few carts lined the streets, along with busy vendors that were working desperately to sell their wares. He chuckled weakly as reached into the always rippling well of the Dark Side. It was but a inky finger that dipped into it but it was enough.
With a gesture of his index and middle fingers, he pulled at the wooden nod of a wheeled-cart and sent it falling onto the ground. The nod popped off with the power of the force, hitting a child in the face as directed by his will. If the wailing and obstacle to their path wouldn’t stop them, than he’d just have too …
His hand fell near the concealed hilt of his father’s lightsaber. He wasn’t above slaying the innocent to live. And at this point, their greed would end up leading them to a severely shortened life. Not that he cared if they lived, just … he would prefer if attention wasn’t drawn to him.
As he turned a sharp corner with a twist of his ankle, he spotted the two humans and bulgy alien struggling to overcome the turned cart. Mako’s charming grin was smudged with the lackluster cleanliness of his face but it was still impressive nonetheless. Now all he needed to do was find a spot to hideout.
To avoid suspicion, he slowed into a busy gait, pulled the hood of his wind-worn cloak over his ashened hair, and covered his shirtless torso in the folds of his darkness.
“I need to get off this planet of dirt and death. Nothing awaits me here.”
