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| |profession=[[Dark Jedi]] | | |profession=[[Dark Jedi]] |
| |position=[[Society of Envoys#Knight Class Envoy|Clan Envoy]] of [[Clan Plagueis]] | | |position=[[Quaestor]] of [[House Satal Keto]] |
| |era=[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]] | | |era=[[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]] |
| |affiliation=*[[House Exar Kun]] | | |affiliation=*[[House Satal Keto]] |
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| *[[Isradia]] | | *[[Isradia]] |
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| {{quote|in the dark we must find our own way though we know the winding path leads to the grave|Kiuas - Warrior Soul}} | | {{quote|Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici|Faust}} |
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| Anochiir grew up on the planet of Coruscant. His father was a politician and his mother stayed at home the majority of the time. He grew up a very tidy person, always cleaning everything in sight. He would spend weeks getting the entire house in order for a single event his father was planning and have it immaculate. However, he would become so violently ill-tempered when anything became out of place or was broken that he would go into something just short of a frenzy about it. | | As a child, Anochiir was born to Islena and Horus. His original surname has been long forgotten and nor does he care to remember it. From what he remembers, his father was a drunk and abusive, his mother was a whore, and his siblings were always fighting for their father’s approval. Anochiir was originally named Fahlen after his grandfather. He grew up carefully and tentatively, leading many to believe that he was not his father’s son. As he grew, the boy wanted nothing more than to be free from his father’s control. He carefully planned everything he did, giving him a slight edge over his siblings. He worked on his mardorin and his basic ensuring he could converse in the Courts as well as with the seemingly normal society. |
| | When he reached the age of seven, he travelled with his oldest sibling to the Courts in Tol Rothan. There he met for the first time the man who would become his master, Jonaleth Isradia. Kneeling before this man of unsurpassed greatness, the boy Fahlen spoke the Oath of Loyalty in flawless mardorin. The Master Isradia, unsurprised at his use of the language gave him a new name. He was to be known as Anochiir Isradia, the family’s tactician. Several more years would pass before his fateful day of betrayal. Unbeknownst to himself and his master, there were things unseen in the makings for the both of them. He had been adopted into the family and was privy to very few things. He had decided to join the Ninth Order, the necromancers. He practiced the dark arts of his tradition with elemental efficiency. As he learned, he grew in strength. |
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| After he turned twelve, he began to notice how he could simply do things when he became mad enough at a certain object or person. He remembers the look on the faces of his parents was that of sheer bewilderment the first time they saw him react such to something he was working on. It was that time when he decided to leave his parents' home and he found the first book on how to pilot a starship. He found the first available ship and boosted it. He later came to find out that it was a New republic starship and they had issued orders to apprehend him and any in his company anytime he was found, termination was acceptable if the situation arose. He then made his way to the Cathedral on Byss to study even more when a robed figure found him in the depths of the libraries there. He shook his head at the robed figure and told him to get lost. He felt he had no need for formal training and that he could manage on his own.
| | When Anochiir had turned the age of thirteen, he was approached by a man named Demarkus. He was of some importance in Minor House Wellick and offered the young man something that appealed to him from his childhood. He offered him the freedom from a Master. Even though he loved Jonaleth like a father and his nature demanded absolute servitude within the confines of being respected, he accepted the tempting offer. He worked night and day, absenting himself from the Courts, leaving the others to wonder what he spent his time working on. The fateful day came that he was to enact his plans, he was not careful enough and was soon found out. He bolted for his ship in hopes of getting away before he was captured. He was very wrong indeed. The Master Isradia was waiting for him when he reached his ship. Being captured, he was branded with the wilted black rose. Marked as an oath-breaker, he fled his homeworld of Vardor never to return as such held an immediate death sentence. He spent nearly two decades away from Vardor. His first stop on his journey was Coruscant |
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| Anochiir shed his last name at the age of eighteen and since then has completely forgotten it. He remembers his parents and their deaths, but not their names or even what they look like. He left Coruscant for the final time after his mother and father passed away and pulled out the coordinates for a place known as the Shadow Academy. He spent very little time there and surpassed his classmates with great ease. He quickly rose through the ranks of the brotherhood. Like a hermit crab though, he changed his name frequently to keep up the guise he had created to hide himself form the New Republic. He started in the Clan of Naga Sadow, when the Exodus of the Brotherhood came, he first sided with the Emperor's Hammer and followed Ronin. Approximately a year after that, he returned to the Halls on Antei and requested readmittance to the Dark Brotherhood, rejoining Clan Naga Sadow. Under the tutelage of Tissaya Argat Sadow and Korras Aquillarum, he rose to the rank of Dark Jedi Knight. He then took control of a once dead battleteam long forgotten since the Exodus, known as the Avatars of Death as Jack Ordo. He attained the rank of Priest during his tenure there for his outstanding service and dedication to his house and clan. He then married a beautiful human, Jade Araan. His wife bore him two sons and a daughter, each one as beautiful as the next. His sons, Drakma and Fenris showed signs of great power, while Adriana his daughter was simply beautiful. Each one had their own strengths and complemented each other when they worked together on something.
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| | On Coruscant, he hired himself out as an Assault and Tactics specialist to the highest bidder. During his time as such, he has a recorded win-loss rate of seventy wins and six losses. His paramount thinking in terms of battle gave the troops he had command over the lowest recorded losses ever. He spent four years honing his tactics before he discovered a Dark Jedi, whose name has been lost since the Exodus of the Brotherhood. He rose through the ranks slowly, giving him an advantage of knowledge over many who matched him in rank. He occupied much of his time in the Clan Naga Sadow. He went by the name of Jack Ordo. Posing as a mandalorian, he passed under the radar of many people. His tactical mind continued to work in overtime, giving him an even greater edge. After seven years, he felt he had learned enough. |
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| He was spending time out on the lakes near his home, when a fire broke out on his estates. He rushed back to the main house as quickly as possibly to find his wife and children on their knees with several men standing behind them with blasters to the backs of their heads. Before he could find out what was wrong, his entire family was murdered in front of his eyes. He had gone for so long without acknowledging this power he had, that in the frame of a few instants, his lightsaber was out and the four men were in little pieces. He fled from his estates and left for a long time. Only to later resurface in Clan Tarentum. | | A new life: |
| | After seven years in the clan, he left for a time. He married a young human named Jade Araan. Through her he had two twin sons, Fenris and Drakma, and a daughter, Adriana. He lived in peace for a long time. When his boys had turned twelve, his past came to haunt him. The Black Sun, a rival of his master’s found him out and knew who he was. He was visiting the lake near his home on Myrkyr, when they struck. His family defenseless, they were captured quickly. Seeing smoke on the horizon, he raced back to his home only to find his wife and children bound and gagged before him. The Black Sun operatives took one look at him and the leader of the group gave one command, “Kill them.” Anochiir got the chance to watch his family be executed in front of his eyes. His tactical mind was blown, such an act against a superior opponent was unthinkable. He wept for his family for a brief moment and then his survival instincts kicked in. He butchered the men who had destroyed his family. He then went into his burning himin hopes that it would collapse on him and end his torment. When it never collapsed, he left the ruins and fashioned a brand. Heating it in the smoldering ruins of his home, he placed the mark on his chest whispering in his native language of mardorin, “Va'rasas itai asa, Anochiir.” |
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| He then moved on from there to join the ranks of Tarentum; there he was the Rollmaster for both Tridens and Gladius. His time in Tarentum was short due to other more personal matters cropping up and chasing him down. After he could finally return, he joined Clan Plagueis and made it his home. He shed all appearances he made and took on his own name for the first time in almost a decade. | | Failure: |
| | Changing his name and hiding everything about himself, he adopted the name of Mihoshi and was adopted by the Keibatsu family. Punishment, it fit for him. He masqueraded as a woman for several years. He left the clan that he had made his home, looking toward the skies and moving to a new Clan named Tarentum. His time there was short lived as he could not fit in there. He changed his name to Yukika, continuing the masquerade of being a woman. |
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| | He finally found himself in Clan Plagueis, after changing his name to Lena Gaiton. He saw his master there and thought he made a mistake, but his Master said nothing to him. His disguise seemed to be working for a time. Moving under the radar of his master, he continued with the guise so much to force his appearance to alter. He had manipulated his genes to give him feline features for a set amount of time. He went on with his charade until his master left Clan Plagueis to return to Vardor, at which time his genetic code returned to normal and he opted to reclaim his name given to him and returned from a brief hiatus as Anochiir once more. He considered himself the cream of the crop and nothing living could beat him. He found himself locked in a struggle with a cathar female who moved faster than he did. In his fight, he was hamstrung and fell to his knees. Knowing the fight was over, his hands dropped to his side. His last memory of that day was the look on her face as her claws raked through his head. He awoke sometime later in a medical facility, with his left eye gone. His right eye was in perfect working condition, but the sparkle of life was gone from it. Something had kept him here, his death was unclean even though it was a warrior’s death. Something he had prayed to the Rose Goddess for nearly fifteen years for, and yet it was denied to him. Regaining his health, he tracked down the woman and bested her, forcing her into his servitude as his apprentice. He found himself longing to see his home and without a word, he left Plagueis space. Upon his arrival on Nox Alpha Three, known as Vardor, he went straight to Urd Nathen. Thinking he had managed to slip in unnoticed, he made his way through the city. His tactical mind screamed for him to leave, but he felt drawn to the Final Obelisk. |
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| | Upon his arrival at the Final Obelisk, he stood there for a minute in the cold air. He admired the Obelisk from its base, knowing full well that he was in plain sight of everyone traveling or lurking in the shadows. Turning to leave, the wind kicked up and revealed the wilted rose branded on his forearm. Touching his arm lightly, “Imtan’don. Nothing more than an oath-breaker.” |
| | Almost as if that was his cue, the Master Isradia looked up at the interloper. The Anzat’s eyes fell upon the brand and he was filled with rage that an oath-breaker would return to Vardor. Approaching the man, he recognized him as the one who had tried to murder him nearly two decades beforehand. A resounding, “Son utun asa, imtan’don ” echoed through the area and Anochiir froze recognizing the voice. His master had found him after all these years. He pleaded for his Master to see into his mind and see the truth of his betrayal and his pain of exile. He had come to Vardor seeking his death. He wanted nothing more than his suffering to end. He spoke to his master in hushed tones, “If I am your enemy, Master. Command me and I will take my own life.” |
| | As he begged his master to see into the truth, he unfolded his memories to his Master as easily as one might read a book. The Master hit him squarely on his jaw causing the bone to break. His speech became rough and pained, “I have paid much for my foolishness, Master. Much have I lost and great is my Torment.” |
| | As he awaited his fate with barely surviving dignity, his master’s hand was stayed and he looked as though a great force had struck him. The Master ripped Anochiir’s shirt open and revealed his brand. The Mark of Torment. “Wheels within wheels.” Anochiir made no move to cover his mark, ever watchful of his Master’s safety as he had been before his transgression. Slightly confused, Anochiir watched his master who demanded that he retake his oath of loyalty to the chagrin of Ethran, who had been watching the interaction with his eyes gleaming with the swift justice of an oath-breaker looming in the air. Kneeling before the master and once more in flawless mardorin, he swore the Oath of Loyalty once more. Upon rising to his feet, the Master Isradia gave him a new mark on the soft tissue of his neck. The master’s words echoed in the vaults of his mind and continue to do so, “Your crime, it can be absolved. I declare it so. But the sin is still yours. You gain life only by my indulgence.” He was named a Dane of the Imperial House and given Urd Cytax and the task of guarding the Vaults of the Dead. He took his duties to heart and continues to live with the stigma of being an oath-breaker. He leads his people the best he can and repels all unwanted visitors with near elemental brutality. His people are beginning to overcome their natural xenophobia through his leadership, but it is a slow moving process. |
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| *[[Eclectic Pedagogue]]: Krath Core | | *[[Eclectic Pedagogue]]: Krath Core |
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- "Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici"
- ―Faust
History
Childhood
As a child, Anochiir was born to Islena and Horus. His original surname has been long forgotten and nor does he care to remember it. From what he remembers, his father was a drunk and abusive, his mother was a whore, and his siblings were always fighting for their father’s approval. Anochiir was originally named Fahlen after his grandfather. He grew up carefully and tentatively, leading many to believe that he was not his father’s son. As he grew, the boy wanted nothing more than to be free from his father’s control. He carefully planned everything he did, giving him a slight edge over his siblings. He worked on his mardorin and his basic ensuring he could converse in the Courts as well as with the seemingly normal society.
When he reached the age of seven, he travelled with his oldest sibling to the Courts in Tol Rothan. There he met for the first time the man who would become his master, Jonaleth Isradia. Kneeling before this man of unsurpassed greatness, the boy Fahlen spoke the Oath of Loyalty in flawless mardorin. The Master Isradia, unsurprised at his use of the language gave him a new name. He was to be known as Anochiir Isradia, the family’s tactician. Several more years would pass before his fateful day of betrayal. Unbeknownst to himself and his master, there were things unseen in the makings for the both of them. He had been adopted into the family and was privy to very few things. He had decided to join the Ninth Order, the necromancers. He practiced the dark arts of his tradition with elemental efficiency. As he learned, he grew in strength.
Adolesence
When Anochiir had turned the age of thirteen, he was approached by a man named Demarkus. He was of some importance in Minor House Wellick and offered the young man something that appealed to him from his childhood. He offered him the freedom from a Master. Even though he loved Jonaleth like a father and his nature demanded absolute servitude within the confines of being respected, he accepted the tempting offer. He worked night and day, absenting himself from the Courts, leaving the others to wonder what he spent his time working on. The fateful day came that he was to enact his plans, he was not careful enough and was soon found out. He bolted for his ship in hopes of getting away before he was captured. He was very wrong indeed. The Master Isradia was waiting for him when he reached his ship. Being captured, he was branded with the wilted black rose. Marked as an oath-breaker, he fled his homeworld of Vardor never to return as such held an immediate death sentence. He spent nearly two decades away from Vardor. His first stop on his journey was Coruscant
Adulthood
Coruscant:
On Coruscant, he hired himself out as an Assault and Tactics specialist to the highest bidder. During his time as such, he has a recorded win-loss rate of seventy wins and six losses. His paramount thinking in terms of battle gave the troops he had command over the lowest recorded losses ever. He spent four years honing his tactics before he discovered a Dark Jedi, whose name has been lost since the Exodus of the Brotherhood. He rose through the ranks slowly, giving him an advantage of knowledge over many who matched him in rank. He occupied much of his time in the Clan Naga Sadow. He went by the name of Jack Ordo. Posing as a mandalorian, he passed under the radar of many people. His tactical mind continued to work in overtime, giving him an even greater edge. After seven years, he felt he had learned enough.
A new life:
After seven years in the clan, he left for a time. He married a young human named Jade Araan. Through her he had two twin sons, Fenris and Drakma, and a daughter, Adriana. He lived in peace for a long time. When his boys had turned twelve, his past came to haunt him. The Black Sun, a rival of his master’s found him out and knew who he was. He was visiting the lake near his home on Myrkyr, when they struck. His family defenseless, they were captured quickly. Seeing smoke on the horizon, he raced back to his home only to find his wife and children bound and gagged before him. The Black Sun operatives took one look at him and the leader of the group gave one command, “Kill them.” Anochiir got the chance to watch his family be executed in front of his eyes. His tactical mind was blown, such an act against a superior opponent was unthinkable. He wept for his family for a brief moment and then his survival instincts kicked in. He butchered the men who had destroyed his family. He then went into his burning himin hopes that it would collapse on him and end his torment. When it never collapsed, he left the ruins and fashioned a brand. Heating it in the smoldering ruins of his home, he placed the mark on his chest whispering in his native language of mardorin, “Va'rasas itai asa, Anochiir.”
Failure:
Changing his name and hiding everything about himself, he adopted the name of Mihoshi and was adopted by the Keibatsu family. Punishment, it fit for him. He masqueraded as a woman for several years. He left the clan that he had made his home, looking toward the skies and moving to a new Clan named Tarentum. His time there was short lived as he could not fit in there. He changed his name to Yukika, continuing the masquerade of being a woman.
Clan Plagueis - A new life and death:
He finally found himself in Clan Plagueis, after changing his name to Lena Gaiton. He saw his master there and thought he made a mistake, but his Master said nothing to him. His disguise seemed to be working for a time. Moving under the radar of his master, he continued with the guise so much to force his appearance to alter. He had manipulated his genes to give him feline features for a set amount of time. He went on with his charade until his master left Clan Plagueis to return to Vardor, at which time his genetic code returned to normal and he opted to reclaim his name given to him and returned from a brief hiatus as Anochiir once more. He considered himself the cream of the crop and nothing living could beat him. He found himself locked in a struggle with a cathar female who moved faster than he did. In his fight, he was hamstrung and fell to his knees. Knowing the fight was over, his hands dropped to his side. His last memory of that day was the look on her face as her claws raked through his head. He awoke sometime later in a medical facility, with his left eye gone. His right eye was in perfect working condition, but the sparkle of life was gone from it. Something had kept him here, his death was unclean even though it was a warrior’s death. Something he had prayed to the Rose Goddess for nearly fifteen years for, and yet it was denied to him. Regaining his health, he tracked down the woman and bested her, forcing her into his servitude as his apprentice. He found himself longing to see his home and without a word, he left Plagueis space. Upon his arrival on Nox Alpha Three, known as Vardor, he went straight to Urd Nathen. Thinking he had managed to slip in unnoticed, he made his way through the city. His tactical mind screamed for him to leave, but he felt drawn to the Final Obelisk.
Reunited:
Upon his arrival at the Final Obelisk, he stood there for a minute in the cold air. He admired the Obelisk from its base, knowing full well that he was in plain sight of everyone traveling or lurking in the shadows. Turning to leave, the wind kicked up and revealed the wilted rose branded on his forearm. Touching his arm lightly, “Imtan’don. Nothing more than an oath-breaker.”
Almost as if that was his cue, the Master Isradia looked up at the interloper. The Anzat’s eyes fell upon the brand and he was filled with rage that an oath-breaker would return to Vardor. Approaching the man, he recognized him as the one who had tried to murder him nearly two decades beforehand. A resounding, “Son utun asa, imtan’don ” echoed through the area and Anochiir froze recognizing the voice. His master had found him after all these years. He pleaded for his Master to see into his mind and see the truth of his betrayal and his pain of exile. He had come to Vardor seeking his death. He wanted nothing more than his suffering to end. He spoke to his master in hushed tones, “If I am your enemy, Master. Command me and I will take my own life.”
As he begged his master to see into the truth, he unfolded his memories to his Master as easily as one might read a book. The Master hit him squarely on his jaw causing the bone to break. His speech became rough and pained, “I have paid much for my foolishness, Master. Much have I lost and great is my Torment.”
As he awaited his fate with barely surviving dignity, his master’s hand was stayed and he looked as though a great force had struck him. The Master ripped Anochiir’s shirt open and revealed his brand. The Mark of Torment. “Wheels within wheels.” Anochiir made no move to cover his mark, ever watchful of his Master’s safety as he had been before his transgression. Slightly confused, Anochiir watched his master who demanded that he retake his oath of loyalty to the chagrin of Ethran, who had been watching the interaction with his eyes gleaming with the swift justice of an oath-breaker looming in the air. Kneeling before the master and once more in flawless mardorin, he swore the Oath of Loyalty once more. Upon rising to his feet, the Master Isradia gave him a new mark on the soft tissue of his neck. The master’s words echoed in the vaults of his mind and continue to do so, “Your crime, it can be absolved. I declare it so. But the sin is still yours. You gain life only by my indulgence.” He was named a Dane of the Imperial House and given Urd Cytax and the task of guarding the Vaults of the Dead. He took his duties to heart and continues to live with the stigma of being an oath-breaker. He leads his people the best he can and repels all unwanted visitors with near elemental brutality. His people are beginning to overcome their natural xenophobia through his leadership, but it is a slow moving process.
Positions
Achievements
Trivia
- Anochiir married and had three children. All are deceased. Wife: Jade Araan Sons:Drakma and Fenris Daughter: Adriana
- Anochiir is an only child as far as he knows. There may have been others in his family, but he never knew about them, as far as he knows, he is the only one of his family left.
- Anochiir lost one of his eyes to his apprentice Alexashandra. She caught him off-guard during a Master-Student discipline session and her claws raked his face on the right side leaving a single scar from his hairline to the top of his cheekbone, thus losing the use of his right eye.
- Anochiir has recently joined the Isradia family, the Imperial House of Vardor, as a Dane, and has been granted Panarchship of Urd Cytax.