"ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴊᴇᴅɪ" OC back/short Story
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  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published Jan 14, 2019
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this is a story about a Sith Lord OC I made named Xanatos (Real name is Kylo Klair) and I am explaining his story about what happened to him during and after order 66 hit the jedi temple and his transformation into becoming a sith lord.

Another character in the first chapter is a man named Clovis Klair and he is Kylos older brother but after 66 he took on the name Aran Vance so...

(Before 66/real name) = (after 66/fake name)
Clovis Klair = Aran Vance
Kylo Klair = Xanatos

Just put that there to make it less confusing :3

Another note is Yes, The character Clovis is blind but he uses the force to see the word around him and he sees the world in black background and everything like people, buildings, and such are outlined in white.

 This is the story of his transformation of becoming a sith Lord after he was captured by the Empire during order 66 at the Jedi Temple.

The man in the photo is non other the my favorite cosplayer, Maul Cosplay (aka Ben). if you wish to see more of his cosplays you can find him on Instagram or Facebook at Maul Cosplay (duh)!
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