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[i]"Death... is something that's unmistakable,
normally seen on the face of those without breath.
So why do I see it in my reflection?"[/i][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Naraal Vrail
[b]Gender:[/b] M
[b]Species:[/b] Near-Human 
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Homeworld:[/b] Outer Rim

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Naraal is of human descent, perhaps at one time his ancestors had a bit of near-human in the family tree, which is the typical explanation for his silver eyes. He occasionally wears a mischievous countenance on his face, but his innocent composure and bogus don't-know-how personality usually sways others to disregard this. Standing at a height five-foot-seven with a slim build, ravenous hair falling around his face in a near-feminine manner, Naraal is quite handsome and wildly popular. His face hides beneath the surface, a very tangible animal mentality to his face. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Early in his ways, Naraal is not too concerned with the dangers of the Galaxy or the conflict between the Republic and Sith. His recklessness is a key cornerstone of his persona, along with an insatiable hunger for knowledge. While actively pursuing his own ideals and power, he has ignored the subtle signs of the force and the influence he has on others. His morals compass is broken, he cares little for the ripples that may come from actions, only knowing the here and now. He wishes only to live until he no longer can. 

[b]Skills:[/b] 
- Force user
- Charismatic 
- Insightful 

[b]Equipment:[/b]
- Dark Robes 
- Clothes
- Pendant holding a blood-red crystal
- Goggles 

[b]Powers:[/b] 
- Force Pull/Push
- Force Sense 
- Force Bond (charisma) 

[b]Flaws:[/b] 
- Unable to pilot a ship
- Overall weak, both physically and mentally 
- Fickle
- Curious to a fault 
- Reckless 
- Easily Swayed 
- Has yet to receive a Lightsaber/Training 

[b]Personal History:[/b] Born on a jungle planet situated just inside the Outer Rim, Naraal was the son of Jedi Knight Kale Starchaser, whose deeds and actions were renowned for being eccentric. Missing Naraal's birth, Kale was ignorant of the force sensitive child for two years. In the meantime, Naraal's mother: Lilmis Vrail, was at a loss for her energetic child. At the age of one, he was instinctively touching the force, bonding with his mother and others around him easily. When Kale returned to the planet, he was surprised by the amount of potential his son had brewing inside of him.

For years, up until Naraal had reached the age of 16, whenever Kale returned home he would educate Nari (Naraal) in the ways of the force, or at least what he deemed necessary. During his last visit, after much consideration, Kale decided that he would present Naraal to the Jedi for recruitment. After a bit of convincing, Lilmis agreed and the three of them were off. However, it would seem that his mother had a insidious plan for him. In a sweeping slash of deception, Naraal watched his mother lay waste to his father. Something he doubted his father saw coming; Naraal was mentally afflicted by the scene. 

Days later, a rather easy-going Naraal found himself being given to a group of robed figures, some deal between "siths" and his mother was all he understood. As Limis passed him along, Naraal found the concept of losing both his parents hitting him harshly. He wasn't convinced his mother was giving him up until he had been handcuffed and drifting on a starship for days. When they arrived at their destination, the robed figures led him to cavernous spring, the energy in it dense and chilling. At the back of the cave stood an enigmatic, yet undeniable malignant being. The moment Naraal begin to speak, his mother's head was tossed towards him, her eyes open and lifeless. 

The being described himself as a catalyst for change before building upon Naraal's obvious hatred and anguish, manipulating his tears and sadness until the boy was but a shell... a shell left alone with only his umbrage. For two months, the being went without name or reason for his actions. He watched with a odd amount of joy as Naraal attempted to gather himself back into a whole. When he did, a obvious calm was resting over the boy, a calm that intrigued the being endlessly. He whispered words of the dark side and its functions, telling him that the galaxy was going to become turbulent... lawless. Naraal shrugged his shoulders and welcomed the revelation effortlessly, expressing that his life had already ended, that it wouldn't be fair if everyone's weren't. Taking him on as an apprentice of sorts, the being taught him the basics of the dark side.

How to tap into his rage, feed off the fear of the innocent and consolidate that hatred into a physical and tangible strength. In ghastly whispers that often displayed his confusion, he mentioned that Naraal's relationship with the dark side was a mystery in itself. That it puzzled him that the youth had not been overtaken by betrayals and anguish, and yet held such a fathomless understanding of the dark sides primordial concepts. Pressed for time, the being ended the youth's training prematurely and sent him off on his own to learn the rest. Before leaving, the being gave the boy a pendent to wear and keep, he was told never to lose it, for it would become detrimental to his strength and therein the Remnants'.

[i]"You'll become a powerful Sith one day. Go boy... learn through pain and conflict, through loneliness... then seek me out."[/i]