Physical Description

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Very tall and well built. Bright pink skin with dark brown hair; chocolate brown eyes. Black geometic tattoos on face and right shoulder. In his culture, these represent achievments. Usually hasa holocron somewhere on his person and it's usually visible. Tends to wear colors of nature.

Speech

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No accent. Can speak Mirialan and Standard fluently.

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Background/Story

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Pulled off the streets by a Mirialan Sith at a young age, he was taught the dark side on his home planet and among his own people. Typical trials were endured as his Master focused on attaining power and using his apprentice's special talent for holocronic energies to find the rare relics. It eventually became incredibly easy for Acibi to pinpoint them, even from planets away. Occassionally he'd find them through visions/dreams galaxies from their resting place. His ability to distinguish their energy from so much other interference showed him in his mind that he had a unique gift which gave him purpose in this side of the force. Although he was gathering these things all for his Master's gain, he was content in his role in life for a time.

However, through seeking these artifacts, he formed connections with them. Although seemingly inanimate, he forged a bond; an obsession. His Master would force them open through various means; breaking their seals to find the knowledge within. Rage bubbled up in his chest over years and spilled over the edges when he decapitated his Master from behind while she was working. Acibi gathered all the precious holocrons and hoarded them in an unknown place for several years, doing nothing except live around them while feeling a small amount of freedom and clarity; away from such an intense dark side influence. Life became dull, with the only happiness dwelling within the thrumming red relics. Lonliness came to him with the shifting of sands in his mind. Acibi watched a Chiss light user come near his hideout on an unknown quest. The man seemed off. Though he was ful of light, he had shadows over him that spelled familiarity. A confrontation ensued where the man introduced himself as Isra, a Jedi Master. Isra worked in a temple specifically for healing dark siders in need of assistance.

Acibi was dismissive and horribly angery at first, threatening death if the Chiss didn't leave. Isra obliged nicely. However, the Chiss would come back again and again, only communicating if Acibi replied to his 'hellos' and 'good days.' The man was content in whatever personal mission he was pursuing by being here and eventually, Acibi became used to him, almost trusted him. After months of small interactions, Acibi agreed to come to the man's temple if he could take his holocrons. Isra allowed it without hesitation. The point of his work was to help Sith or force users of the darkside to heal in a way that isn't too foreign. Whatever they needed, him and his people would provide. He recieved his own room and was given free run of all the grounds with a promise that he could leave if he ever wanted. Although he was isolated and quiet, Acibi felt more at peace just being in a place that wasn't silent and empty. He buried his treasures in the forest and would go out and dig them up jsut to touch them if he felt he needed to.

He met Isra's padawan, Cees when the young man ventured into the woods near the pond he was sitting at. The two became good friends quickly althrough Acibi wouldn't say that for a long time. Thanks to Cees, Acibi added new markings on his body for his first achievments not steeped in darkness. They were many and small but built a mountain in his heart.

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He has been here for three years. Although not noticed by many, his thoughts on the dark and light, the force and life, have all changed. Being able to see the longevity of the purpose with the decisions here have made a larger impact on him than he lets on. Acibi has a long way to go but he's on a good path.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. -Albert Camus