Hidden behind his mask was an agitated scowl. He knew that the Huxen would have some stipulations but that did mean he would like it. In fact, though he had offered his proposition on equal footing, the conqueror in him was simply livid at the mere thought of the animal questioning his strength. Aris thought about killing the animals' two companions just to answer the leader's question. It would have been unnecessary in the long run and ultimately it would have terminated the possible alliance.
Aris tapped the point finger of his gauntlet on the wooden table in a moment palpable thought. " I'll show you far more than action," He decided. The chair slid back as he stood up to follow the Huxen... Crocuta was his name he thought or maybe it was the name of the pack. He wasn't completely sure.
"Its fairly simple to be honest. I would like to propose a... partnership of sorts. This planet Earth is new... rebirthed. Your kind, however, has been here since the beginning; witnessed its changes... its progress. I expect that your animal instincts has sensed my power. I offer you protection and anything else I can provide in exchange for information and help should I call upon it."
Aris slid into his chair with a tense but fluid motion then, the muscles in his body naturally coiled. The "Starborne" inside of him sent a rather tentative caution up his spine but nothing that he hadn't received from other carnivorous species. His furred cloak scraped the wood. A hint at just how tough the coat of the Jupiter beast he had slain really was.
Before the Huxen could speak, Aris continued. "I know its a bit much but do think on it. In the end, every animal falls to the stars. Only a few chosen will rest eternally in its dark arms."
“Animal,” he answered stately, his arms unfolding and falling to his side. “Regardless of how you look at it, your origins have not changed. However, you’ve done well to make it this far. You and your family.”
He glanced towards Debris’ owner with agitation—though his helm hid the emotion wholly. He disliked have a infant even remotely give him a command, regardless of ownership or authority. The Aris the Oculus mustn't be as renowned as he once believed. “That is unnecessary,” He chuckled lightly to ease the man’s worries. “Let us speak, Huxen, I have … a proposition for you and your kind.”
Aris strode away from the counter and toward a table far from prying ears. He waited near the dimly lit area, refusing to take a seat before the Huxen had responded to his offer. Five seconds would be all the time the Huxen would receive before Aris had chosen his answer for him.
Name: Brom Blue Species: Near-Human Age: 15 Rank/Title: Padawan Planet of Origin/Birth: Naboo Force Sensitive Y/N: Yes
Brom is a pale youth with a gray demeanor. He stands at about 5’5” and with a slim, athletic figure is comparative to an ivory whip. His facial structure is reminiscent of nobility while his striking clear eyes are somewhat alien to normal humans. Most figure he’s of mixed blood while other consider him a freak and an ill omen. When he was brought to the Jedi at the tender age of three, he was quickly introduced to robes and sashes. While most are accustomed to earthen colors, Brom has taken a liking to black and navy blue. A collaboration of both his name and like of the color.
Skills/Abilities:
- Form IV Ataru // A rather coherent user of the form. Brom takes advantage of its acrobatic style in combat and while not entirely dependent on its art, it’s safe to say it’s his strongest asset as a Jedi so far.
- Standard Force Abilities // He trained hard in the abilities of the force but knows that his true abilities lay elsewhere. He was meant to combat the evils of the Universe, to march on the front lines, and so he’s focused on the combat oriented aspects of the force.
- Novice Pilot // He knows very little about piloting airships and at most can guide it through calm airspace. He’s been meaning to learn more.
- Shatterpoint // The potential for it is there, dwelling within his eyes and mind. He has noticed on several occasions the severe weaknesses in others or objects but has pawned it off as mere speculation.
Equipment:
- Standard Lightsaber // A simple, rectangular piece. Black grips line the held edge to secure it in his hands. It is powered by a blue kaiburr crystal.
- MultiTool // A tool that contains an array of others. Brom was given this before heading to war.
- Black Robes and Navy Accents // Jedi robes adorn his body though navy garbs and wraps are tied around his forearms and legs. A black sash is tied around his waist, where his silver hilt hangs.
Personality:
Crude and silent, Brom is perhaps the last Padawan expected to survive Revan’s campaign. His outward shell is thick, layered… between them are treacherous quips and harsh words that fend off would-be invaders. They’ve proven effective. His past has given rise to reasons that he never delves into. When not actively digging space between himself and others, moments of true intelligence may pass on his face. Mostly due to the fact that he is quite studious despite his actions. Inside his clear eyes burns a brazen determination for justice, a unbridled hatred for evil, and a unknown path between right and wrong.
History:
A youngling whose future was once promised to the Sith, Brom was, by a stroke of luck caught up in the struggle between its opposition: The Jedi Order. Brom was born on the lush planet of Naboo, where he spent three years of his life being carefully watched over by his parents and uncle. Like guards they refrained from doing any more than necessary. For three years mother and father looked over him knowing that their force-sensitive child was sworn to a group they no longer agreed with.
So they did the only thing possible. To save their child from the Sith they fled to the Order at a break neck pace. Between leaving Naboo and reaching its home planet, Brom lost his father in a skirmish with his uncle. A sacrifice to keep the small ship on course. His mother however found their target—and being of former Sith politics—left him near the temple. As a youngling, Brom showed a rather peculiar promise and borderline intuitive knack for combat. A passion for the art that the others allowed to diminish long ago.
As years turned into a decade, making friends proved difficult. His teachers all seemed to lecture him on the dangers of seclusion, though he often took it as ill-conceived notions of loneliness. In fact, Brom felt he blossomed in times of peace. Without distractions he could delve into the force and go further than others would even dare. He explored his emotions in depth, prodding and pulling.
A month or so after finding a Jedi Knight to study under, Brom was sent on a recovery mission with his Master: Jedi Knight Yenrr. That particular mission revealed the Padawan’s emotions, the hold they had on him. Every hard decision was met with double the opposition that it should. Should he sacrifice a piece to save the king? Was it right? Was quenching his vengeance for his charge’s death right? Either way when he returned, he was recommended for reeducation under a different Master.
Weeks passed and Brom found himself under severe scrutiny from The Council. His loner ways were not unusual but his most recent embrace of emotions were. Feeling marked Brom looked for escape. He found it when he overheard Revan’s campaign.
I've just finished him, so I'll be posting him soon. I need to make a few relationships, I think Suess wanted two. I would like to Ava as one of them :) And Pavan would be great as the second one.
@Ruby A bit of the point. He's a problem child that shows promise. In my eyes, I see a few Master or teachers arguing his potential and kindness. In his small past, he's done more good than bad.