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Azmodius
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Coruscant
Date of Birth:	16 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	Anzat
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.83 m
Weight:	55 kg
Hair:	Brown
Eyes:	Green
Personal Information
Fighting Style(s):	Jar'Kai
Chronology & Political Information
Position:	Novice
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Dossier:	13964
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Azmodius is a Novice of House Ajunta Pall in Clan Plagueis. Formerly a Jedi of the New Jedi Order, he is training in Battleteam Disciples of Dreypa in the hopes of becoming a Dark Jedi Knight of Clan Plagueis.

Character History

Early Years

Azmodius was brought into the New Jedi Order in 20 ABY and trained under the tutelage of the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. In 33 ABY, en route to a mission on Coruscant, his ship was attacked and boarded by pirates. Upon realization that the ship was doomed, the young Jedi's master betrayed him, taking the last escape pod for himself, leaving Azmodius to die. Rather than kill him, the pirates took pity and captured him for enslavement and labor. With no other choice, he accepted his fate for the time being and worked his way into the pirate's trust, until eventually being granted the freedom to live as one of their ranks. During a disagreement, in which a lot of alcohol was involved, Azmodius fought and killed several pirates, abandoning the lifestyle of the criminals. Breaking all trust with his former captors, Azmodius totally jacked one of their ships and hauled ass. With the pirates in hot pursuit, a drunken Azmodius got shot down above Dathomir and, left for dead on the harsh planet, was pulled from the wreckage of his ship by members of one of the Dathomiri Nightbrother enclaves.

Still reeking of alcohol, the sight of the Nightbrothers sobered him up real quick. They gave him coffee and cigarettes and after administering a trial of combat, adopted him into their society. Due to his thin physique, the tattoos they branded him with outlined his skeletal structure, making him look even more like a skin-and-bones, man-eating, killer. He liked that... a lot. Within a year, his savage combat prowess and attitude gained him further knowledge of the nightbrother and nightsister rituals and powers. His favorite was the use of the force to communicate with the spirit of native animals to be able to communicate with the living species and even gain some of their attributes for a period of time. he practiced this art whenever he would get the chance as he viewed the primal urges of animals and the satisfying of these urges to be the release he needed when not high on spice or drunk off his ass. One day, whilst hunting weaponless with nothing but the abilities of one of the predators on Dathomir, he attracted a smoking hot Nightsister and they screwed like animals for like... months.

After a while Azmodius' old master came to Dathomir in search of his lost student. While Azmodius was out hunting and screwing, his master gained temporary entry into the clan and waited for him to return. Upon arriving Azmodius sensed the cowardice of his former master and commanded his lover to stay behind as he was unsure of their "guest's" intentions. As he had suspected, his master was sent to retrieve his student tom atone for yet another disgraceful act. He was to return with Azmodius or go into exile. Azmodius laughed at his master who looked as if he had found his golden ticket back to the jedi. It became clear his master would not accept refusal when he signaled a small force of troops to raid the village after leaving the hut belonging to Azmodius. The lover tried to stop him, but was killed in the process. Azmodius felt her spirit join the force and became blinded by rage. He rushed out only to see his former master was nowhere to be found. Waking everyone in the village by ringing the alarms, he rushed out with his fellow nightbrothers to defend their settlement from the troops.

After cleaving through a few troops, Azmodius saw his master setting explosives by some of the shelters. He rushed in for a quick kill, but his master turned and blocked his strike with his own lightsaber. Trying his best to convince Azmodius that these were worshipers of the dark side and that all he had done with them was proof of this was useless. Azmodius loved sex and alcohol, and his former master's words only angered him more. As he spoke, Azmodius began to remember all the times his master let him down and betrayed his trust. His strikes grew stronger and faster as he knocked the lightsaber out of the jedi's hands. At this time the troops had been defeated and only the lone jedi stood without his weapon. He reached out to it with the force ,but a Nightbrother quickly grabbed it and ran off. Handing his own lightsaber to another Nightbrother, he said "this is my fight, ill finish it my way". He motioned to his old master to run like the coward he had always been, who took off before Azmodius could finish his sentence. An hour passed while Azmodius sat, speaking to the animals of Dathomir for their power once more.

When he opened his eyes, they were no longer pale white as they normally were, but yellow and catlike. he leaped high into the trees and took off after the jedi's scent. After about 10 minutes, He found himself sitting on a branch, high up above his former master. The jedi yelled, "i can sense youre here!" into the darkness as Azmodius leaped from branch to branch, throwing the jedi off of his location. His old master's heart raced as he fell deeper and deeper into a panicked state. When the time was right and the jedi had gone mad from fear, Azmodius leaped down on him and tore his spine out. Upon returning with the spine in his bloody clawed hand the Nightbrothers ran to him in excitement, shouting praise and calling him the greatest hunter of Dathomir. This would have pleased Azmodius any other day, but he had just lost the best lay he had ever known in addition to many of his closest Nightbrothers.

Seeking more power and with no passion left for the place, Azmodius left Dathomir, searching the stars for further knowledge of the Dark Side. It was after a full year of inebriated searching that rumors of a secret society of Dark Jedi clustered in the shadows of the Stygian Caldera reached his hazy radar. He grabbed his best bottle of booze, stole the first ship he could find and went there as fast as it's little engines could. Flying blind within the space crap, Azmodius crashed onto planet Antei and got his ass recruited into the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.