Kairon Saneszh

Name: Kairon Saneszh

Nicknames/Aliases: Kai (rhymes with ‘sigh’), Saaris (after his father - when he doesn't want to give out his birth name)

Species: Echani

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-two standard galactic years

Homeworld: Kairon was technically born in hyperspace, but has only ever referred to Eshan as his home.





Height: Five feet, eleven inches – 1.803m

Weight: One hundred sixty-two pounds - 73.48kg

Eye Color: Kairon’s irises are a pearlescent silver, though they frequently adopt the molten yellow hue associated with dark side corruption when his temper flares.

Hair Style: Kairon keeps his hair at a moderate length, bangs reaching just past his eyebrows at their longest. He often sweeps it towards his left ear or backwards.

Hair Color: Kairon’s hair is a silvery white, as is the norm among the Echani.

Facial Hair: He never wears a beard, but Kairon has been known to go a day or two without shaving and might have some stubble from time to time.

Skin Color: Kairon’s skin is nearly as pale as his hair; the dark side’s corruption has not yet begun to mar his skin.

Build: Kairon is slim and athletic, with a body type that indicates quickness or endurance much more than it does strength. He isn’t possessed of much body fat.

Distinguishing Features: Kairon’s appearance is, in some ways, as notable as it isn’t; while Echani are rare and tend to stick out, he looks quite similar to most others, and is nearly identical in appearance to his siblings. A geometric red tattoo cutting across his left cheekbone and a few scars even paler than the rest of him serve well to further differentiate Kairon from others of his race.

Apparel: Kairon prefers to wear a set of robes he designed and purchased (and stole) the components for himself. The bottommost layer is a crimson-and-black patterned bodyglove, not unlike the one worn beneath stormtrooper armor, covering from neck to fingertips and toes. Over this, he wears a pair of boots, a pair of slacks, and a hooded tunic; over those, Kairon usually dons a utility belt and the dark traveling cloak one might expect from a Sith. Most of his clothing is trimmed in the same crimson as the bodysuit, to provide a bit more differentiation to an otherwise plain outfit.

In addition to his standard robes and a few suits of less obvious civilian attire, Kairon also owns a modular suit of light combat armor and mask--its aesthetic design reminiscent of that worn by the Sith millennia ago during the Great War--which seals onto the bodyglove he wears, not unlike stormtrooper armor's piece-by-piece design. He doesn’t frequently wear either this or his civilian clothes, but has found use for the rest of his wardrobe on more than one occasion.

Weaponry: Like quite a few of the previously created Sith here, Kairon carries two crimson-bladed lightsabers, but he differs in that he only admits to one: a double-bladed lightsaber with a fairly short hilt for its kind. He only really uses one of its ends; the other blade emitter is concealed within a removable durasteel pommel cap. Its durasteel hilt is fairly unique in that much of it is covered by randomly patterned engravings, though little else sticks out either visually or physically. This, he clips openly to his belt.

The second blade's hilt is even more plain: it's little more than a durasteel cylinder with a blade emitter and activation plate. This was a weapon meant to fulfill a purpose and little else. It seldom leaves its hiding place within a pocket within his tunic or cloak. Kairon also carries a vibroknife most frequently sheathed horizontally at the small of his back, hilt nearer to his right hand. His knife is as much a trophy or a memento as it is a surprise weapon, something he rarely parts with.





Profession: Sith Apprentice

Skills: Sith training and natural athleticism aside, Kairon possesses some proficiency at slicing both doors and computers, the art of stealth, and has some medical knowledge. He is also fairly proficient at identifying others based on their characteristic movements and tendencies and believes himself to be adept at truly learning who a person is based on how they fight.

Force-Sensitive: Yes

Training: Kairon has, and is still, receiving extensive training at the hands of the Sith; he was also taught the basics of the Echani fighting art and culture as a child.

Vehicle: Kairon does not possess his own speeder.

Starship: Likewise, he doesn’t own his own starship.

Other Possessions: In his utility belt, Kairon carries a fair number of items: at least a few days’ energy rations; a comlink; a computer spike; a rebreather; and the common, more portable components of a medpac, such as a few stim-shots, a couple of bacta patches, a small suturing kit, and some spray-bandages. He also carries a datapad from time to time, and often keeps this in a pocket on his hip.

Companions: Kairon most commonly travels with Lord Malrius and Malrius’ other apprentices.




Factional Affiliation: the Kingdom of the Sith

Rank: Apprentice

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single (but also kind of married to the dark side)

Personality: In some ways, Kairon owns the makings of an excellent Sith. He’s a fairly reserved, ruthlessly pragmatic individual who tends to plan and prepare rather than charge blindly in, who thinks of his intellect as his greatest weapon and prefers to fight smart rather than hard: attacking weak points and waiting for openings rather than simply hoping to overpower his opponent. He likes to be prepared for every eventuality, whether that’s fending off Jedi or Lord Malrius' other apprentices. In other ways, however, he's a poor Sith indeed: he rarely displays rage, preferring cold anger to blind, molten fury and rarely allowing words to perturb him. He believes himself to be above the arrogance many other Sith display, but lies to himself as well as others--and likely isn't quite as superior to his fellow apprentices as he believes.

Given his Echani heritage, he feels that 'fight smart rather than hard' describes him utterly. Even though he was removed from that society before his sixth birthday, Kairon does a fairly respectable job remembering and living by what he was taught early on. He believes that combat is the purest form of expression, that the one way to truly know someone is to duel them and to become familiar with their fighting style. As such, while murder and bloodshed may not always be on his mind, he does frequently display an interest in fighting other Sith – such as Lord Malrius’ other apprentices – to gain what he considers true knowledge of his acquaintances. Or to actually kill them.




Force Archetype: Sentinel (well, Assassin really (but it also recently occurred to me we should change the archetype’s name to Sentinel/Inquisitor because that sounds less specific (but Kairon is pretty much an assassin anyway)))

Powers Known/Level of Mastery:
Force Lightning/Shock – Apprentice
Force Sense – Apprentice
Mind Trick – Apprentice
Force Jump – Apprentice
Basic Telekinesis – Apprentice
Force Cloak - Adept

Lightsaber Forms Known/Level of Mastery:
Form II: Makashi - Apprentice
Form III: Soresu - Apprentice



Kairon was born a year before the founding of the Kingdom of the Sith, the fourth of five children and the only boy born of his mother Raskta--named after the Echani duelist of old--and his father Saaris. His parents, though he never found out for sure, were spacers, traders, probably smugglers; so being born somewhere other than Eshan was a trait he and three of his four siblings shared. In his case, Kairon was born aboard a transport on its way back to that planet, rather than planetside elsewhere like his sisters were. He lived a good childhood, by Echani standards. He and his siblings looked nearly identical, however, and--especially with as many siblings as he had--he had a hard time distinguishing among them even early on.

As his parents also realized this, they began teaching the children what they knew of Echani culture from an early age. He was learning Basic by three, could easily differentiate his sisters by their characteristics by four, and was learning the basics of the Echani fighting form not long afterwards. He learned quickly; some of it was in his blood, after all, and before too long he grew to identify differences in the ways he and his sisters fought.

For two more years he learned the Echani arts, right up until he was taken in the night one fine Echani evening not long after his sixth birthday. Though he initially put up enough of a fight to break a finger or two and holler for his parents, the Sith responsible did eventually get the better of the child and make away with his Force-sensitive prize before any help could arrive. Kairon ended up bound and drugged in a cargo hold for some time, then brutally awakened once the craft reached Korriban. He didn’t know it yet, but he was due for a much different training regimen.

He found out pretty quick. Kairon remembered waking up to discover a furious, tattooed man screaming in his face, informing him in no uncertain terms that this wasn't naptime anymore and that he could sleep when he was dead. He took exception to that, tried to use his knowledge of the Echani forms to make this man leave him alone – and the man, in turn, took exception to that. The Echani was acquainted with Force lightning much earlier than any of the other unwilling recruits in his ‘class’, something that quickly broke him of his petulance and left the child obedient and ready to be instructed as soon as the convulsions and twitching stop.

He spent a good portion of his early training trying to avoid the taste of that lightning again—unsuccessfully, of course. But that was part of it, too, to break the students of their fear of pain as it morphed into darker emotions, ones the Sith sought, like hate and fury. It didn't take too long to temper Kairon’s fear into hate, but it did take quite some time for him to come to realize that he wasn't being tortured nearly as much as he was being taught to become stronger, to hunger for power.

Over the decade-and-some he spent in the Academy on Korriban, Kairon eventually proved a willing student. His time there hardened him, taught him the ways of the Sith—but also taught him the dangers of being Sith. A fellow acolyte, jealous of his rising status in the ‘class’, tried to leave a vibroknife in his heart one night, towards the end. The other apprentice, however, made the fortunate mistake of trying to awaken and gloat at him instead of just killing him in his sleep, and so Kairon seized the blade and turned it on its owner before he could save himself. That other apprentice had always come off as a bit arrogant, too sure of himself, even in the little duels that had occurred on more than one occasion to determine the pecking order among the acolytes. He’d made a move on more than one occasion without concern that the form parry and counter would have killed him in a real fight, and that held true here as well.

Regardless of the other apprentice’s failings, the incident taught Kairon two major things his instructors failed to. He had thrived beneath the squabbling for supremacy, the fighting for prestige, but something about nearly being assassinated changed him. The first lesson was to always be prepared; outside of the practice sabers he was occasionally allowed access to, he had not been fortunate enough to possess or steal a weapon prior to the other acolyte’s nighttime attack. In light of that, he decided to keep that vibrodagger and keep it on his person the vast majority of the time as both a memento and a defense. His survival also very firmly reminded the young Echani that arrogance was ultimately a weakness, something that could cause him to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory: something to avoid falling prey to at all costs. He resolved to try harder to avoid attracting attention to himself: not to avoid being taken as an apprentice, because that meant he might get off this rock, but to remind himself to be careful and to keep pointy objects out of his vital organs.

And, eventually, it worked. He mostly disappeared from the forefront of the apprentice class, letting others think they were the top kath hound in the pack – and watching as these were swiftly dismantled for one reason or another. Rather than establishing a reputation for being the best duelist, the most powerful Force-user, or the most power-hungry he aimed simply to accomplish what was asked of him. Revealing who he really was could wait, until he was in such a position as to begin pushing harder for that power.

Another year or two passed before he was claimed as an Apprentice, Lord Malrius’ second. His penultimate test before officially becoming an apprentice was to craft his own lightsaber, something he'd dreamt about for years. His first attempt was a fairly plain hilt: at first, it didn't appear to be much more than a plain, dark cylinder, before Kairon went back about a week later and added a series of engravings and etchings to give it some texture and personality. It was somewhat longer than other hilts, but that was because during the design process it had occurred to him that a little insurance wouldn't be a bad idea. He managed to cram all the necessary components for a second blade in with the first, then concealed that second blade emitter beneath a removable durasteel pommel cap. His final test was to kill another Acolyte, the closest thing to a friend he'd had, with his new weapon; this, he found, was as easy as killing the one who'd tried to assassinate him previously.

The six years since the beginning of his apprenticeship proved quite an interesting period. Malrius was a difficult Master, if not an altogether cruel one like those in the Academy on Korriban had been. Much of his early apprenticeship involved refining his knowledge of lightsaber combat under Malrius. Seeing some passing similarities between himself and the Sith Lord, Kairon elected to more closely learn both of the styles Malrius was proficient in; further supporting the decision were the ideas that the other forms were too purely aggressive for a cerebral, conservative combatant such as he - and the fact that his equal, Mako, was a much more aggressive combatant whose greatest weakness would likely be his overabundance of fury. He fought with the both of them a number of times early on, refining his technique and more effectively blending Makashi and Soresu until his lightsaber skills were passable if nothing more.

For its part, the three--and, later, the rest--of them also spent some time examining the Force: its intricacies, and techniques beyond the core powers he'd been taught in the Academy. Force Cloak was a power that greatly intrigued the young Echani, mostly for its practical uses. He discovered a certain affinity for that sort of technique early on, quickly learning how to shield himself from view by bending the light and sound around him. By no means was he skilled enough to do so during a fight or when he couldn't afford to devote anything other than his full attention to hiding, but that would only come with time and practice. It was also thanks to Malrius' tutelage that he finally managed to produce more than a single spark of Force lightning, and repeated practice meant he could turn that into a relatively steady stream of electric torment.

And through it all, he learned more of disdain, of hate. Repeated duels with Mako, especially, proved that they were closer to opposites than not; Mako was a bloodthirsty akk dog of a Sith. His overly aggressive combat style reflected that, whereas Kairon preferred to wait and more conservatively weak points--of which Juyo left a user open to many, especially if a duel was drawn out. Malrius' other apprentices--the Chiss, the Twi'lek--also posed threats in their own right, whereas the Miraluka who'd joined them five years into Kairon's apprenticeship seemed to be more of a hunting hound, sniffing for prey, than anything. To protect his ascension, the Echani decided to begin feigning a bit of a lack of ability in the usual practice duels: he certainly didn't throw every one, but he didn't quite fight to his potential all the time so as to appear less dominant. He also began the process of collecting the parts for a second lightsaber in secret: yet another piece of insurance, another underhanded way to win a fight.

He did so over a year or two, in order to hopefully prevent any of the other Apprentices from discovering its existence. Kairon was hardly so arrogant to assume he could effectively hide anything from his Master, but perhaps that second lightsaber would prove enough to give him the edge in a duel, especially as a surprise tool, over the saber-wielding akk dogs Nek'arado and Mako.

Edit Log
28 March 2015 - fixed some minor grammatical and formatting errors that slipped through the cracks c: