Ortau, a Zabrak born on Dothamir. He was rare as it was, he had Heterochromia and a bad temper. His skin was white and red, his eyes green and yellow, his normal Zabrak tats were grey and black. When he discovered his force sensitivity at 7 years old he knew that in his village he would be viewed as even more of a witch and would be outcasted, so he kept it a secret. But like all secrets, nothing can be bottled for long.
He was powerful and he knew it, the shaman sensed it and began to attempt at his life every chance they got. His rage, built up from the beatings and torturing, released one day when another beating came, this time it was kill or be killed. He tore apart every villager, one limb at a time, without ever lifting a finger, but in his rage he also killed his family.
As word spread through the lesser worlds, so did his power. He fed upon the fear, the hatred.. the sorrow. Using the Force he pulled in unexpected prey, planting the seed of fear in all he came across, dead or not.
His lighter side struggled to get out as he rained torment on the lesser worlds through the Force. Peace was lie, there was only passion. Passion through chaos.
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Walking the Line
Science FictionOrtau, a zabrak boy from Dathomir, strong with the force, and skilled in combat.
