Galleros Sjl

Sjl Farad’Adas Lexiconus
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Shili
Date of Birth:	18 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	Togruta
Gender:	Male
Height:	2.1 meters
Weight:	180 lbs
Hair:	None
Eyes:	Red
Personal Information
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma Farad’Adas Scrubland Tribe Ti Canopy Farm
Enemies:	Akul Alderaans
Lightsaber Color(s):	Red
Lightsaber Form(s):	None
Fighting Style(s):	None
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Poisoner
Position:	Protector
Era(s):	Dark Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Krath Order Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma
Personal Ship:	None
Known masters:	SW Nikola Valtiere
Known apprentices:	None
Dossier:	13880
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Born Sjl Farad'Adas on the planet Shili, Lexiconus is a disciplined and harsh Togruta and Dark-sided Jedi. Raised within the Krath Order of the Brotherhood, Lexiconus was taught how to harness the power of the force. His special talents as a Poisoner and Inquisitor make him well aware of both the Unifying Force, and the Living Force. As only beginning his journey within Clan Arcona this was the foundations of using the Force for his own ambitions. The members of his Clan and House know very well to not be in his debt. Lexiconus currently resides in House Qel-Droma under Master Nikola Valtiere

Character History

Akul Revolution

In the Northern Scrublands of Shili, there are four main tribes that are Akul Stalkers; Ashaaki, Buerel’Vis, Farad’Adas and the Xan’Thiss. Together they roam and stalk the scrublands for the giant packs of the Akul migration. With the strategy and tactics both saving and hindering their lives, they must commute through the use of Sludge-bats through the days and nights. One misty winter morning in 15 ABY the Matriarch of the Farad’Adas tribe was waiting for the morning Sludge-bat at her Victory hill, for 7 hours she waited past it’s arriving time and nothing came. Worried and frantic about her young sister, Tyujii, she marched her tribe north to the last known location of the three tribe’s collaboration. Pych marched her stalkers across to the steep cliff in the north to find vast chimneys of smoke, ash and fire. The entire village was set up in flames, and echoes of children screaming, with the odd laugh from an Akul. Pych was shocked and in horror, her stomach was turned upside-down at the sight of her family in shreds. Part of her craved to slip in alone to rescue survivors, but the Akul smell fear and would not give mercy. She rushed her tribe back south to Victory hill and mourned for her sister for a month. Her life-partner, Ajl promised on that he would find the cause of this.

Following that event, Ajl took his best stalkers and returned to the Acropolis, there he found something unexpected. The whole ruin was gone, disappeared from the space. He blamed the snow for it in the night-time, but there were no mounds, no ruins and no burns or blood. Ajl scoured the area for anything out of place, but found nothing until he reached the cliff-face. There was a cave entrance, nestled between the cracks of the glacier, Ajl lead his troops down through the vast tunnel systems. He climbed diamond walls, surfed down perma-frosted waterfalls, and trudged through slush and pure water. He eventually came across a dry, grey room; it was built around an obsidian glass altar, with a blood red cloth. There, the stalkers were confused and before they could act, they were ambushed. Over a dozen Akul launched down and battled the stalkers, followed by a dark, cloaked man. He unleashed his red light sabre and killed the stalkers, one by one. Ajl luckily escaped in time from the murder and feast, and then ran back south to his tribe. The events that he was in sparked his Revolution; A war against the Akul and the cloaked figure. At first, they considered minimising the Akul population to a manageable level, but they concluded to bring extinction on the Akul.

The following 3 years were chaos, turmoil and complex politics through the war. One might stipulate that a Togruta could not possibly declare war on a non-sentient being, but they valued every form of life, even if they mourned the death it was final. Then, the Matriarch approached her people with the biggest of smiles and declared her pregnancy, an heir to the Farad’Adas tribe. On the hottest summer day in 18 ABY, Sjl was born, Lord of the Northern Scrublands, 3rd of his name, and Protector of the Tundra. Sjl grew up without the worry of war from his parents; they had not seen or heard from the Akul or the cloaked man in months. Hadras, they named him, meaning ‘Troll-king’. He was taught by his father how to stalk and hunt the Turu Grazers and the Akul calves. From there, he excelled above the other children, even though his bold colours made him stand out from the other children, the grazers and calves never saw him. He began to put together his own, plated armour from the hides of the grazers, making it with the fur still attached. As he grew into a teen, his parents often questioned why he wanted the plate armour so much, Sjl never answered. But he always came back, gasping for air and clutching some new animal or plant. He tested his endurance and stamina to the limits, climbing the highest cliffs and trees, chasing down the fastest Sludge-bats, catching them bare handed. Taking down the biggest grazers of the Turu-grass and even dancing with the Akul calves, avoiding their attacks entirely. He even refused to learn Basic Galactic; he liked tradition, and wanted to stay this way.

Invitation to the Brotherhood

One day, in the winter of 30 ABY Sjl was assisting with the Ti Canopy Farmers in collecting the Passion Gibbons. He mastered the arts of poison, collecting the certain pollen and sap, mixing and concocting the resin and placing them onto his claws and blow darts. As he was chasing a gibbon from branch to branch, he was clearly losing pace, the prey was escaping, and Sjl wished for the branch to snap up into the gibbon’s face. So, as he reached for the gibbon’s leg, a branch immediately flung up and smacked the prey hard, crushing the skull. Sjl almost fell from the canopy after seeing this, he inspected the branch for tampering and the gibbon’s face; it was his fault. He quickly returned the gibbon to the farmer and rushed home, panting and pale in complexion. As he told his father about it, he refused to listen anymore, sending his son on a peace trip to the northern tundra. Sjl lay in his tent, quite upset about the whole discussion, but he was awake for another reason. There were footsteps in the snow, about an hour after he collapsed asleep; someone was near. Before he could reach for his blow-darts, he was thrown into the air, his neck strangled tightly by the thick air around him, he was choking and coughing, trying to grip anything by his neck, but it was nothing. He kicked and punched about, in the hopes that something would be struck, but then through the storm a familiar face arrived. Holding his curled hand towards Sjl, the cloaked man came through the storm. All he could say before he collapsed was “Hadras”. It seem like years before Sjl came again, but he found himself somewhere different, on a strange bed, blanketed in a metal box.

He couldn’t find his plate armour; he was wearing a warm cloth with a black belt. There was no blow-dart, only a strange piece of technology, called a ‘Padd’. Also, his feet were covered with leather boots. Sjl hated boots. They were not good for the climb, and far more useless for dancing. With curiosity on his mind, he jumped from the high bed and walked out the box, through the strange, automatic door. He came to a cock-pit, 6 chairs placed to face a window, and for the first time, Sjl saw the Galaxy and all its wonders. His gasp in delight stirred the passengers and the pilot. It was a different man, this time. He was dressed in a military suit, with short dark brown hair and a straight face. His name was Nikola Valtiere, he was very tall for a human. “Welcome aboard, beast. Sit down, shut it and you will go far” Sjl just stood there, obliviously to the complex words that were spoken, he awkwardly paced around and sat himself in the corner, silent and clutching the padd, drifting into sleep.

Sjl was blinded once he woke with sun beaming down onto his eyes and the sounds of raging winds. The smell was not Shili or the Southern deserts at all, but it was similar. As he cautiously stepped out of the Shuttle, the winds were not merciless to his clothing, full of grains and sands. He was then escorted quickly inside a large building and begun his Academy training. Sjl did not know was in a coma, he awoke 6 years from when he saw the cloaked man, 18 and just a bony figure. All his strength lost. He was told by the pilot who could speak Togruti that the cloaked man was an Alderaan slave trader, who invaded his parent’s village after he was caught and murdered the population. His anger built slowly as he was taught the ways of the Krath.

DJB Facts

Positions Held

• Lord of Northern Scrublands
• Protector of the Tundra
• Krath Initiate
• Krath Apprentice
• Krath Novice
• Krath Acolyte
• Krath Protector

Outstanding Achievements

Sjl once entered a competition to catch the most Passion Gibbons; he caught over 102, and still holds the Shili record. Sjl also got 100% on his Dark Brotherhood Training and is classed as a Dark Pundit.

Trivia

To this day, Sjl still cannot speak Galactic Basic, but understands it. He has a rare condition found only in Noble Togruta, called the Purge. When he feels the weather is against him, the adrenaline sacs empty fully into his body, giving him limitless energy, agility and reflexes.