Lexiconus is quite tall for his age and under years of strenuous climbing, jumping and stretching out his limbs the tear of it all has shaped his body tall, as a Togruta body would look. His body through the years in a coma, have regrown his muscles back through training, he still finds it aches to move or bend his limbs. His eyes shine a glowing red, as if there is still a primal, feral soul inside there. He has a pair of giant, white montrals on the top of his head grown almost fully from his years of puberty, yet hollow on the inside and along the faces of the montrals are thick, black chevrons running upwards to the spike. His skin is unlike many Togruta have seen, a light blue complexion, still giving him a youthful look despite being in a coma. His lips are thick and white, and his body has random white lines striking horizontally. This side of the odd patterns is for when the Togruta hunt. In the Turu-grass, there colours usually range from a dark red on white, to a blue-green on white, however further north or south you go to the Tundra, the Turu-grass turns blue. The posterior head tails follow the same pattern as the montrals, with the odd blue stripe the tails extend halfway down his back, with room to grow. Over the years of climbing through the rainforests and canopies, his claws have sharpened and hardened to a purple colour, able to cleanly cut open flesh and bark. Lex has the typical sharp canines that all Togruta have, extending from his lips when he smiles.
~Green, Seraph Lightsaber ~Electrostaff
When Lexiconus does things, he makes sure everything is done correctly, no matter how long it takes. This means there are frequent delays in Lexiconus's work, but it's usually done right, at least.
Lexiconus's life is filled with training and learning for all sorts of situations, from the mind-numbingly normal to the utterly bizarre. As such, Lexiconus has developed into a rather resourceful individual. This has made Lexiconus a mix of academic and scholar, always with something to offer to any discussion. However, knowledge and training does not always translate well to the tense environment of the battlefield, and no amount of textbooks can prepare one for reality...
While generally laid back and more than happy to offer a quip of sarcasm, Lexiconus's entire demeanor changes once combat begins. He becomes focused and quiet, with his smile replaced with a look of grim determination.
Lexiconus possesses a cold and completely uncaring demeanour. This will manifest itself in the fact that when push comes to shove, Lexiconus will just as soon leave a struggling ally behind rather than put themselves in danger. While this may ensure his survival, it often leaves him as an outcast amongst his peers.
Lexiconus wears out his opponents through use of the Force, agility, and evasion. Once he has sufficiently tired his foes through the Force, physical, or mental assault, he quickly tries to find a means of cleanly and swiftly dispatching them - usually resulting in a somewhat risky all-or-nothing attempt at a deathblow.
Lexiconus seems to get his thrills, perhaps sadistic ones at that, from toying with his opponents. Some are content with simply striking down or injuring their opponent, but that is not enough for Lexiconus. No, he wishes to see his enemy descend into madness or kneel before him as a blathering mess; or even better, as a fresh new servant with a muddled mind. The Puppeteer usually forsakes outright hurting and maiming his opponent and focuses on illusions, mind tricks, and other wicked means of destroying a person.
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| Adept (+4) |
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| Master (+5) |
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| Adept (+4) |
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| Disciple (+3) | |
| Studied (+2) | |
| Initiate (+1) |
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| Primary Martial Art | Echani |
| Secondary Martial Art | None |
| Primary Lightsaber Form | Form VI (Niman) |