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<div id = "Biography" class = "bodytext2" style = "display: none">The Legacy of the Parents - The Battle of Coruscant, as all other battles in the Coreward Offensive, was not prejudiced against who it targeted—death and destruction were distributed equally and blindly. The civilian populous was argely wiped out, and the lives of those who remained were changed forever. This was the case for Riah and Nasar Fornum. Plunged into a war they wanted no part of, Riah and Nasar joined the fighting force on the side of the Republic at the age of only 14. Their parents, members of the rebellion, were killed in the attack on endor, and their friendship was all they were left with. They made the decision to join the Republic Army in order to honor their parents, and fight for what they believed in. At the conclusion of the Battle of Coruscant almost two years after their enlistment, the two friends had survived the horrors of war together, and forged a bond stronger than any ordinary friendship—one that would soon grow into something even greater.

Through years of loss and suffering, but also of advancement and love, Riah and Nasar finally joined one another in marriage, and their union produced a child—Salvos Fornum, born 22ABY. Salvos was the culmination of all the years of trials and struggle that Riah and Nasar went through to get to that point, and his name, meaning survival, represents this path. With the birth of their son, Riah and Nasar decided it was time to invest their time and efforts into their family, rather than their galaxy, and they took indefinite leave from their rather prominent positions in the Republic Army, and moved to a small home on Naboo, Riah's home planet. For the first time, Riah and Nasar were truly happy. They lived in a peaceful republic—a shaky peace, but peace all the same—and their newborn son was their pride and joy, someone they could mold to be better than the world he lived in. Unfortunately for them, there could be no lasting peace in their lives.

It was the dead of night when a loud knock awakened the Fornums. Nasar grasped the pistol he kept on his bedside table, and Riah was clutching a small dagger beneath her pillow. Nasar waited a moment to see if the knocker would leave, but realized quickly they weren't intending on any such thing. Rising from his bed, Nasar confronted the man at the door—a Sith Inquisitor by the name of Ren'var. Nasar grew pale, as he knew what this must mean. In the tail end of his service with the Republic, Nasar and Riah had worked several unsolved abduction cases. All of these cases had one thing in common: the last thing witnesses reported seeing, at least when witnesses existed, was a cloaked figure entering the house of the child. After that, none of them were seen again, and the parents were either dead, or missing.

Nasar didn't waste any time in acting, as he pulled the pistol from behind his back, firing off every shot he could into the man before him, shouting for Riah to flee as he did so. Nasar didn't get far with his assault, as a glowing crimson blade pierced his chest nearly immediately. His blaster fired uselessly into the inquisitor's armor, its bolts too weak to penetrate the thick plating. Nasar's dying breath was a prayer for Salvos, and for Riah. After all, if Ren'var was here, it could only mean one thing: Salvos was force-sensitive. "Be safe, my son."

As Nasar drew his final breaths, Riah had grabbed the confused and crying Salvos, fleeing on a speeder they kept in case they needed to make a quick getaway such as this one. Taking off in the direction of a safe house, Riah cast a look back at the home she had built with her husband, and tears began to fall as she realized that was all dead and gone now. Without her precious Nasar, life was all but meaningless. The only purpose she had left was to protect their son.

The safe house was a long ride away, and it was nearly dawn by the time she reached it. She stowed the speeder in the brush, and hurried into the grove where the safe house was hidden. After being recognized by the security system—a high-tech system gifted to them by the Republic—she descended with Salvos into the safe house. Wasting no time, as she knew the inquisitor would likely not be stopped by any security system, and would undoubtedly find them, she rushed to her communications station, broadcasting on every Republic wavelength. "Force-sensitive child in pursuit by inquisitor. Please send pickup."

Riah only had to wait a few moments to receive a response to her transmission. A squad was being dispatched from the Republic outpost on Naboo, and would be there within minutes—Riah and Nasar had chosen their safe house with care, mixing anonymity of location with proximity to a Republic outpost. Knowing she didn't have any time to sit around, Riah gathered a few weapons, and went to confront the inquisitor, leaving the three year old Salvos with a smile and a promise—a promise that he would be safe, and everything would be all right.

The fight between Riah and the Inquisitor was a short one. She shot, he blocked, he slashed, she died. The grounds security systems kicked in from the presence of violence, and targeted the unknown individual. The meager defenses were dashed within minutes, but those minutes were enough time for a squad of Republic troops to arrive, preventing the inquisitor from reaching Salvos. Knowing he was outnumbered twenty to one, he fled, abandoning his mission, and leaving an orphan in his wake.

The Birth of a Jedi - When the Republic came and picked up Salvos, the boy was a storm of apathy. Nobody could elicit any reaction more than simple yes or no from him, and he was unresponsive to any forms of entertainment or comforting. Knowing the boy was force-sensitive, the Republic sent him back to Coruscant, where the New Jedi Order's temple was located. The Jedi council there was unable to get much more out of Salvos, for a time. It took weeks to get the boy to so much as shed a tear, and far longer than that for them to truly get him to open up. When he did so, the mass of hatred and confusion that came flooding out was tremendous. The boy was too young to understand just why his parents had been killed, so he was confused, but he was also old enough to recognize that they had been murdered by the Sith, and this was the source of his hatred. The Jedi were uncertain about training him given his harboring of such feelings, but they felt that the teachings of the light side could potentially help him to purge the negativity from his mind, and set him on the right path.

Understanding and Evolution - As his training progressed, so did Salvos' mindset. No longer was he a young boy full of hatred. He had grown to understand the dichotomy of the light and the dark, and he knew that each had a place in the world, though it was obviously discouraged that he truly recognize the necessity of the dark. The single-minded thinking of the Jedi on the force was something he struggled with, but he was following the principles to the letter. At the age of 16, he was as dedicated to the light as one could be. The Galactic Cold War raged silently around him with little to no official conflict brewing between the two parties involved. The Jedi used this time to grow and expand their new order, and to hone their teachings so as to prevent another fall like the ones of the last century.

The Elusive Grey - As the Jedi tried to sharpen their teachings to deflect the dark, Salvos' continual growth in the force led him to place even more weight on the idea of balancing the light and the dark. The teachings of the ancient religion made it plain that light and dark must exist together, never alone, and it was becoming clear to him that he needed to find a way to achieve this balance if he truly wanted to achieve all that he was capable of, and bring the universe to the pinnacle of what it could be whilst he dwelt within it. Salvos had long-since achieved the rank of Jedi Knight, now aged 26, and the Galactic Cold War was showing signs of heating up. As time rounded the corner to his 27th birthday, Salvos' indecision has reached its peak. As his desire to learn of this balance grows stronger with each passing day, his resolve to keep away from the dark, as he has been so strongly taught, grows weaker, and he approaches the breaking point.</div>

<div id = "Personality" class = "bodytext2" style = "display: none">Salvos is a rather sarcastic individual. He enjoys cracking jokes, whether at his own expense, or others, and his sarcasm can sometimes get on the offensive side, though he chalks that up to people being easily offended. He is a private person, but doesn't extend this same privacy to others. He pries into things that aren't necessarily his business, whether to help them, or to help himself. He isn't selfish, but he will not lay himself down for others. He is a strong believer in saying what he thinks, and will make his verion of the truth known. Overall, he is a kind person, but he won't go out of his way to appease others. Ultimately, he follows his own set of rules, but he won't hold others to a standard he wouldn't hold himself to.

Salvos is not nearly as dedicated to the single-minded light-side devotion that most Jedi follow. He feels a strong pull to the dark side, one which he constantly resists, and that is something that has built and continues to build him into who he is. His life up until this point has been in service of the light, but his experiences and understanding of the world pull him closer to the dark, and as he allows himself to learn more about that aspect of the force, his personality, so carefully crafted around the light, will shift with it. He is kind, but he has an edge. He is intelligent and speculating, but his somewhat lacking empathy for those he doesn't truly know and care for causes him to miss otherwise plain motives. He isn't too personable, but he is also not rude. Salvos is balanced, as is his current goal where the force is concerned. The light is no longer all he strives to maintain. Now, it is the perfect balance between the light, and the dark, though he risks falling prey to his temptation with every step down that path to true balance.</div>
<div id = "Basic Information" class = "bodytext2" style = "display: block"><div class = "row2"><div class = "column2">Name: Salvos Fornum

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Height: 6'

Weight: 190 lbs

Armor: Jedi Order Combat Armor (Medium); Combat Helmet w/communicator
</div><div class = "column2">Weapons: Hyacinth and Red Lightsabers; Sunspear Blaster (1); Thermal Detonators (2)

Birth Planet: Coruscant

Birth Year: 22 ABY

Age: 27

Faction: The New Jedi Order

Title: Jedi Knight</div></div>
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Nyctos
Goddess of Terror
Deity Name: Nyctos, Timore | Alias: | Species: Demigod given Godhood | Region: Greco-Roman | Occupation: Goddess of Terror; Goddess of Darkness

Nyctos, Goddess of Terror and Darkness, began as just another discarded, unwanted demigod—the result of her father, Phobos', inability to keep it in his pants. Her Godhood was granted to her for outstanding war service rendered to the Gods of Mount Olympus. Nyctos has spent the last few centuries under the tutelage of Hades, Lord of the Underworld and God of Death, learning from him what she can about the world of the Gods, and developing her aspirations as her immortality allows.

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Myra was born to a tavern wench and the Greek God Phobos. Like most other Gods, Phobos couldn't care less about his bastard children, and the tavern wench he knocked up only lived to see her next meal. There was no room for a newborn child in either of their lives. Myra was a nameless, unwanted infant, cast aside and into a life of slavery and solitude.
The first twelve years of Myra's life were about as miserable as one could imagine. She bounced from master to master, serving as a maid or a messenger for misanthropic drunks with the means to purchase other human beings since it would be impossible to attract them on their own. Myra's innate abilities as a part of her divine heritage made it hard for her to stick around one place—everyone found themselves inexplicably terrified of her when they inevitably tried to mistreat her. She would have died early on if not for that fear she instilled in her would-be aggressors.


It wasn't until her twelfth year that things began to change for her. While working tables in a disreputable town pub, she came across a strange man. He took a keen interest in her, even insisting that she be the only one to serve him. Myra immediately assumed he had ill intent, but she had learned early in life that refusing wasn't one of the luxuries of a servant. He asked about her past, and about her parents. He asked some strange questions—some that she didn't know how to answer. As the night wore on, the man was the last remaining patron in the pub, and Myra's master took issue with the strange man. That didn't last very long, however, as Myra's master barely got out that sentence before he was smote in the very spot that he stood, replaced by nothing more than a smudge of disintegrated matter. Myra stared on apathetically, albeit surprised. When the man asked Myra if she wanted to come with him, she didn't hesitate. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and they were enveloped in shadow as he escorted them to the underworld, and back to his domain. That was the day she met Hades, took the name Myra, and learned of her divine heritage. Under Hades' guidance, a fire was lit beneath Myra, and she was given a purpose.

For the next ten years, Myra trained to be as useful to Hades as she could be. The Gods were at war, and he needed allies. He taught her how to harness her demigod abilities, interact with others, and to fight. He also gave her a home and a sort of family. Though she wouldn't exactly be edging for family get-togethers, she learned what it meant to have human connection, as well as how it felt for that to be taken away. She was given more than just the human experience—she was given it from a Godly perspective.

At the age of 20, Myra became a soldier in the war of the Gods. Using her talents for covert operations and infiltrating enemy bases, she served admirably for the Gods of Olympus, though always to further both her own, and Hades' ends. At the age of thirty, after ten long years of service, Myra earned the reward she had been striving towards—Godhood. By vote of the Olympic counsel, Myra was given immortality, and the full set of powers granted to a Goddess. She was granted the domain of the Goddess of Terror and Darkness, at her own bequest, and at the allowance of Hades, who otherwise had domain over Darkness. She took the name Nyctos, and chose to begin her immortality under the continued tutelage of Hades. Over the next several centuries, Nyctos continued to learn and progress, both in her Godhood, and her humanity.


 
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Clark Kent
Superman
Hero Name: Superman | Alias: Clark Kent | Species: Kryptonian | Region: Metropolis, Kansas, USA | Occupation: Symbol of Hope

Clark Kent lives the life of a socially awkward and mild-mannered reporter, but behind the glasses and carefully composed facade, Kent moonlights as the world's strongest hero, Superman—the Symbol of Hope to the masses. Born on Krypton, a planet torn asunder by their own scientific advancements under the misdirection of a malevolent faction, Clark, born Kal-El, was sent as one of the last survivors of the planet by his parents. He crash landed by his father's design in Smallville, Kansas, and found a home with Jonathon and Martha Kent, a pair of benevolent, simplistic farmers living a quiet life. Twenty years later, Clark has risen to the destiny his biological father, Jor-El, envisioned for him—that of the protector of mankind. Clark masterfully balances his duties as a protector with his day-to-day identity.


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Soon, my friends....soon.


 
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