Vladziu Zan

Vladziu Zan
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Alpherides
Date of Birth:	18 ABY, 05 November
Physical Description
Species:	Miralukan
Gender:	male
Height:	1.8288 meters (6')
Weight:	63.6kg (140 lbs)
Hair:	white
Eyes:	none
Cybernetics:	hearing aid
Personal Information
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	jedi healer
Position:	battleteam member
Era(s):	NJO
Affiliation:	lightside
Known masters:	Krandon
Dossier:	Vladziu Zan
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Character History

Early Years (0-12)

Vlad was born in the biting cold of an early morning, on 05 November 18 ABY. His mother was proud of her newborn son. He was 5 pounds 3 ounces, and already had a head full of jet black hair. He cried lustily as the loud sounds , strange hands, and coldness of the room, assaulted his senses. As he was bathed in warm water, to remove all the wetness from the afterbirth, he calmed down considerably. After he had been dried off and wrapped in his new ‘attire’, he was handed to his mother so she could hold him. Those were precious times . Vlad would cherish those memories of his mother. It would not be so long before she and Vlad’s father would no longer be in his life, as both would die an untimely death, the victims of a vicious murder. Vlad would grow into his teens, as the son of step parents who were adherents of the Dark Side. One was a Sith, the other a Krath. Neither of them were anything close to loving.

Teen Year (13-15)

Vlad’s teen years were fraught with sadness, humiliation, and danger. The sadness and humiliation he felt was nothing compared to the danger he was in, every minute of every day. Vlad’s siblings were younger than he. Lessons weren’t too bad, but having to fight siblings that were younger than he, and knowing that his parents encouraged it; even to the point of maiming or killing, that made his heart ache like nothing ever could. Even the memory of the death of his biological parents couldn’t hurt him as much. He kept refusing to kill his siblings, even going so far as to help to heal one of them because they would have died without his help. Finally, he was kicked out of the house. The reason his step parents gave was simple. Vlad was being discarded for his inability to follow the house rules. He was a ‘bad influence’ for the rest of the siblings still at home. So, he went to his room, packed his bags, such as they were, and left. He would wander for the next two years, until he met a stranger who would change his path forever. In fact, something already had changed. From all the negative emotions, anger, sadness, and pain, Vlad's hair had turned white. Life, he was to find out the hard way, was never kind. Nor, in this case, was it fair, either.

Adult Years (17-?)

Vlad’s chance meeting with this stranger who would ultimately guide him to House Odan-Urr, was one he’d never forget. He saw the person sitting on the street corner, begging for food. As he opened his bag to give the stranger the last bit of food he had, the stranger thanked him. Then, the stranger offered a map, as well as some very sage advice. “I see in you the power to become a very strong Jedi, but vanquish the effects of the Dark Side you must. If you do not master IT, it will master YOU.” With those words the stranger stood up, and bidding Vlad adieu, he started walking down the street. He had only gone a few paces, when the stranger vanished from sight. This was the first time Vlad had ever seen something like that, and he stood there, mouth agape, for several minutes. After he had recovered himself, he set off in the direction the stranger’s map had indicated. It led him to a space port where he could get passage to the system noted on the map he held in his hand. After the shuttle landed and he disembarked, he asked directions. It was not long before he found exactly what the stranger had described…House Odan-Urr. It would be his home for the rest of his life, and for once, he would enjoy it.