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Korriban
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6 ABY
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Never
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Male
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1.9 meters
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75 kilograms
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None
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Yellow
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None
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Dark Jedi Brotherhood
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Everyone who get's in his way
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Training Saber
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Form 0
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Sith Marauder
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Guardian
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Dark Brotherhood Era
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Tarentum
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Final Way
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Ernordeth is a fierce Guardian of Tarentum within the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. He will allow nothing to get in his way during the rise of Tarentum's Growing Flame.
Character History
Ernordeth, a humanoid Sith, standing at 1.9 meters and weighing in at 75 kilograms intimidates most of his opponents was "born" in 6 ABY. Now approaching the ripe age of 22, Ernordeth took a step toward his destiny, according to the Unifying Force, and joined the Dark Jedi Brotherhood in 37 ABY. He has thrown himself into action giving 100% devotion, much like the Obelisk in any task, to prove his worth to the Brotherhood. He thirsts for the approval of others, stemming from a lonely childhood.
Origins
Ernordeth has very little memory about his origins. He expects his birth was some time near 3,640 BBY near the Outer Rim. Only vague glimpses of the red skinned face of his father and smooth white fair skin of his mother float throughout his brain. He was only at the young age of 5 when he was frozen in a cryogenic hibernation capsule. When he awoke in 6 ABY there were only traces of his past. It remains uncertain if he opened the capsule through unconscious use of the Force or if the very will of the Force reached to unleash this Sith Marauder upon the galaxy.
A Cold Awakening
Ernordeth awoke in a cold, dimly lit ship floating beyond the Outer Rim. It took what seemed like hours for the yellow eyes to adjust to more than just unconscious closed eyelids. As the world swirled into a clear picture the Sith child begin seeing the only images he could remember seeing aside from the faces faded from the mind with time. At first glance the ship seemed empty as if it had always been void of sentient life. Ernordeth worked his way through the inner workings of the fury class starship. Eventually he came across small tatters of a brown robe and black cloak a few meters from the boarding door. Hidden underneath was a datapad containing only one message, missing letters from the millennia of wear and tear. “Son of the Wr th, Y u will be a gr t Sith w rr or when ou gro up. Fol ow in y fo tst ps and ch k the cargo ho d. Do not we p fo us.”
Positions Held
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