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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 and apprenticed him to Michael Lorsan, 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:
File:AnoCrest.jpgAnochiir's Crest
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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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.