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Korriban
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27 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, Tarentum
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Everyone who get's in his way
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Red Blade Sith Trimmed Spectrum Saber
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Ataru
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Teras Kasi
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Sith Marauder
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Quaestor of Qel-Droma
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Dark Brotherhood Era
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Arcona
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Final Way
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Scion Altera
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13560
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Ernordeth Puer-Irae is a fierce Dark Jedi Knight within House Qel-Droma of Arcona within the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. He will allow nothing to get in his way during his reign as Quaestor.
Character History
Ernordeth Puer-Irae, a humanoid Sith, standing at 1.9 meters and weighing in at 75 kilograms, intimidating most of his opponents, was "born" in 27 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 12 when he was frozen in a cryogenic hibernation capsule. Upon awakening in 27 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 days 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 in his mind, now faded 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.”
The Journey Begins
His body, untouched by the passage of millennia in carbonite remained as a 12 year old, however his unconscious mind continued to turn, clawing for knowledge in the void, yet continuing to grow. This led to his ability to comprehend more than the average 12 year old; his mental faculties operates as an adult in his 20s. Following the instructions found on the datapad Ernordeth had discovered items of great use in the cargo hold. The treasures included enough credits to last live slightly beyond moderately for the next 30 years, weapons, armor buried underneath robes, and datapads containing the history of his progenitors. The last two items caught his attention. One was a single bladed lightsaber, light red in hue with a short, light hilt. The other called to him, hatred and a burning desire echoed throughout the room, penetrating Ernordeth as he picked up the heavy, dark alloy of an intricately carved saberstaff. Two deep, bloodstained blades erupted from each end with a hum that resembled the growl of a demon and Ernordeth’s pulse began to rise as the gyroscopic vibrations forced him to tighten his grip to avoid it slipping to the floor and a sinister smile spread itself upon his face. With this weapon in his hand he felt like a God with seraphic power. Staring out from the pilot's chair of the Final Way it was obvious no matter what time you’re from the universe is cold, dark, and quiet. All that interrupts the blanket of darkness are the twinkling lights of the stars, but an irrational urge to crush these lights began to ripple through Ernordeth’s blood. Darkness is all he’s known; darkness is his only friend; darkness is what he must become. His thoughts naturally focused on the last few hours. Research was going to be required; he felt a need to read everything he could find in the ship to discover who he was, but first he needed to replenish and nourish his body. With a glance at the holomap, Ernordeth selected his first destination.
Positions Held