Lexiconus has turned from his old ways and took the path of the Gray Jedi. Drifting from any loyal bonds and all other factions, he only follows the guidance and teachings of the Force. Lexiconus knows the effects and influences from strict dogmas and doctrines can do to a person, so he tries his best to avoid them all if possible. While this flexible guidance aids him, others see Lexiconus as being non-committal or agnostic.

When it comes to Lexiconus, you will rarely find him wanting the limelight of the holonews, or the attention of the crowds. Lexiconus isn’t a man seeking fame, power, position or wealth, as it is a common misconception that he does what he does for material things. But Lexiconus is a Quarren of skill and trade, he works for work’s sake. He will gladly put the hours of effort in, try his best and reach for the optimal conclusion. But he asks for no reward or praise, he doesn’t need it. In his eyes, the men and women who seek these mortal things are what make this galaxy as corrupt and inefficient as it has degraded to be. He cannot help himself but turn away from their tarnished influence.

As a well-oiled cog in the working machine of his Clan, Lexiconus has developed the best cohesion with the members around him. He can laugh, joke and make dry humour to please their social desires. Either because they genuinely like him, or they sense a something relatable inside him, Lexiconus is a friendly and innocent person. But he knows that is not the case. Fighting a daily struggle between light and dark sides, Lexiconus hides his inner feelings from all but the strongest of Force Users. A swirling of sinister, merciless disgust taints his intentions, urging him to do evil deeds and to enjoy it. Such is the burden of the dark side.

As soldiers, mercenaries and all archetypes in between fill the Clan, you can believe that Lexiconus falls neatly as a Scholar. Astute, adaptable and contemporary to the latest news or information, Lexiconus thrives on knowing and telling. Sometimes this mechanism of thought will lead him to odd places he doesn’t usually visit, in order to deliver the next piece of the puzzle, or the upsetting news. Conversely, this same level of devotion to knowing leads him through the galaxy, in order to sate his curiosity. It is an ongoing convoy of learning, knowing, telling and making mistakes, to learn once more. He may seem unpredictable and his answers to problems may sound irrational, but something leads Lexiconus to have that conclusion.

Lexiconus was a promising student in the halls of his Clan after training with a Saberstaff in the defensive arts of Soresu. Lexiconus feels most comfortable in combat wielding the weapon of the Jedi and Sith, scurrying around to find a similar weapon if he loses it. While able to demonstrate the core mechanics of this defensive form, he still doesn’t want to use it in battle.

Although it is used by many as a utility of life, labour, transportation and love, to Lexiconus technology is the biggest weapon of them all. If there is anything more prone to malfunction or lethal damage to another person, it is man-made objects and Lexiconus sees this. If he is thrown into the predicament of fighting someone else, his eyes first scan for something manufactured, with moving or replaceable parts. As a Techweaver he is usually practicing his abilities on droids, ships, and small tech such as cameras and datapads. If he can find these close by, it will be his preferred weapon for that moment. No matter how blunt, sharp, heavy, light, or eccentrically shaped, Lexiconus turns to technology to defend him.