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The Angel of Death is the Invisable Angel of Life.

Contents 1 Appearance 2 History 2.1 Parents 2.2 Early Life ((3,670-3,656 BBY)) 2.3 The Battle that found a youngling 2.4 The Death of loved ones ((3,656 First Month)) 2.4.1 Rite of passage ((3,656 Third Month)) 3 A Master Meets a Youngling 4 Sokan Padawan/Youngling Tounament 5 The Animal Friend

Appearance

Zenmara stands always tall and proud. He has almost a military like presence to him from his years in the training circles of Iridonia and his Tribe. If found alone you will almost always find him training for some sort of hand to hand combat. Or using his Twin bladed Zabrak staff as a weapon, Many Jedi seemed to look down on this except for another Zabrak, They seemed to understand his bond with such a weapon. It was his partner in a complicated dance of life and death, defense and offence. Even a Master of the Jedi Order might find him almost memorized by the exotic dance. But most of all it was his way to be able to clear his mind of all things.

He stands at just above 2 meters, or 6'1". Building a mass of muscle from the highly physical style of martial arts that the Zabrak from Iridonia learn, he weighs in at around 210 lbs. He has Dark purple eyes with White/Midnight-blue facial Tattos and represent his parents death, he recieved these tattos at his rite of passage.

History

3,670: The Birth of Zenama Nolaloth (Later Changed his name to Zanmara) on his home world of Iridonia

Parents

Father: Zen Nolaloth

Birth: 3,725
Death: 3,656 First Month, slain by Darth Savon with a raiding party on the planet Manaan.

Mother: Mara Nolaloth

Birth: 3,716
Death: 3,656 First Month, slain by Darth Savon with a raiding party on the planet Manaan.

Early Life ((3,670-3,656 BBY))

Born in the year of 3,670, and raised on his peoples homeworld of Iridonia, the harsh rocky, firy acidic world where at an early age he exceled at hand to hand combat, sometimes using his Quarterstaff during his meditation dances. Zenama spent his time mostly as something of an assistant to his mother and father, learning the arts of healing. How to mend bones, heal scares and reshape burnt flesh. Something that happened often on this harsh world! It was quickly found that Zenama had a nack for quickly being able to know what was wrong with a person, from dislocated joints to a broken leg and even their feelings. He had showed true potential in this art that his parents thrived in an early age of but 5.

In the early part of 3,655 a Twi'lek known only as Jedi came to his tribe, the female wore dark robes so briliant it was as if they had been constructed by night itself. She had come alone, and had asked the village elders for but one thing. A chance to test herself aginst its warriors in its fighting Circle, the elders could not refuse this alien to their world, this slim thing that seemed it could snap upon a twig. And simply if she had the audacity it kill anyone of the tribes warriors, she would find herself in a world of hurt.

One by one, 13 Tribe members found themself around a fighting circle. Its borders were kept in place by simple rocks, the ground was often sandy and unstable at the edges. But hard ground could be found closer to the center. This gave every fighter a simple choice, and sometimes a deadly one, to either give up footing to get away from the battle, or to tire one's self by staying put in the better footed center.

Zenama was the last in the 13, as he had been the youngest and at the same time the quickest rising "star" in the Tribe, many warriros felt that the young one could see what they would do far quicker then they even knew they were about to do it. It gave him an uncanny edge in every fight, and one by one, the battles quite short, the older warriors would glance over to the young one, as if they felt they had been fighting his twin. After only 3 fights it was obvious that this "Jedi" had a skill unmatched, the speed given by a single blade wasnt the reason, as the last Zabrak to be defeted decided at the last moment to switch his staff to a single hard-blade. The advantage would go to the young Zabrak, even a Jedi gets tired, and the farther along the 13 she got, the harder and longer the fights became. Not to mention he was studying this alien with a vary keen eye.

The Battle that found a youngling

After a quick reprive, banaging and curing a few of the cuts that she had taken, the Twi'lek waited for her last battle. She was a Sith Padwan, her last test was to wipe out the more war like tribes of the planet. But she had found this quite pointless, these Zabrak were a warrior race that would be able to enhance her blade to blade combat better then any sith lord. As the battles raged on she found that any of the last 12 could easly pick up a red bladed lightsaber and dispatch the enemys of the Sith. She had mastered Form II quite quickly in her training and used to effectivly aginst the Warrior tribe. But one was left, this she would without respect have to dispact this tribes existance with but a swift hand. Her last Enemy was but a boy! If she learned anything from the other tribes of Iridonia, the last Warrior would be the hardest. But a simple boy! What had these foulish people thought she was? Some simple amature that would get tired and just fall down? And she had hoped to learn something, Oh well she had thought to herself.

Zenama stood single, the north side of the circle, the sun was setting making the new night start to cover the land. He learned a large ammount from the last 12, the mistakes they made, the small vitorys they were able to accomplish. But most of all, he was able to decern that this fight would be quite hard. Something he looked forward to! "I am Zenama, Son of Zen and Mara Nolaloth. I bow for the respect of the defeted, and the life of the victor!" Zenama snaped upright, he's guard up. He would let the alien attack first, giving her a false sence that he may be afraid or scared.

"I am known as Darth Savon, you may call me Savon for now. Young one." She said as she performed the Makashi salute, this was not an attack or maneuver but a challenge to her young opponent. And the last 12 had attacked quickly after this Salute, perhaps thinkin it had been the start of a movement to attack.

But this Zenama did not attack, he had seemed to learn quite quickly what was happening during the last battles. Or the young one was affraid. Savon could not quite figure it out, and this let on with her coming outrage. She lept forward, attacking with quick a violent slices. Zenama parried all, and struck her several times in the ribs and upper arms. She ignored the panic she quickly felt from the pulsing and pooling blood, she backed away. Her breathing steady, her next move suprised everyone in the tribe, and a weapon not know was revield. Throwning the Hard-blade out of the fighting circle, Savon gave life to a simple rob she pulled from a belt, pulsing dark red with a low hum! Everyone had been taken aback, even Zenama felt a small unknown threat find its way to his mind.

Darth Savon, A Sith Padawan

"A New weapon, oh and dont worrie. I have another, for yourself." She said, throwning the young boy a larger rod. Zenmara caught it, still amazed at the weapon that was pulsing with the red glow of blood a few feet in front of him. He slid his hands around the new item he touched.

"Their and, yes their to operate your new toy." Savon said, and as the double bladed lightsaber opened. It bursting into white hot light, she felt a sence of sorrow.

Everyone in the tribe awwed the moment Zenama opened his new weapon, the white light shown apon the ground of the circle, already fighting the red glow of its sister. This of course was all a long delay, and Savon savored it. Quickly attacking, but Zenama was always on his guard in the circle. Jumping and tumbling under her strike, the red fire missed everything besides air. He stood on a swivel at the harder edge of the circle and attacked! Savon turned to incounter the unexpected, as her miss showed one thing to her. The utter overconfidance that she had is starting to undo her in battle! The clash of Red on White Burst into the coming night, sparks flew, and the crowed awwed again.

The Battle would rage on, back and forth for the better part of the next hour. Zenama's parents were sure they would lose their young son to the alien. But he seemed that this could be his true calling, the battle. The lust to dance with another, and bet his life for the pride of the tribe. But concern was on their face, no battle had every lasted this long in the circle. And the defeted stared to weild weapons on the outside of the circle, taken their fallin place incase the best of the tribe should be mortaly injured.

Sweat poured of either persons slick skin, and the night had swalloed the pair hole. They seemed as if they would dance the night away, but a victor had to be named. As a draw was to show a weakness, something that the Tribe of Zenama would and could not have for their pride. And something that the Dark queen would not allow. She would win this battle if it was the death of her! She had been attacking the Zabraks upper body the entire fight, but not a single hit would find its mark. The white blade would defend its new master better than its last it seemed. So Savon would have to use some trick! A glance of white and red swooped off the right side of her head, it had nearly hit its mark.

Their was the opening Zenama had looked for, for what seemed to be an entire day. As the white hot blade was blocked on the upper side, she was slow to come back and guard her lower half, and he struck with insaine speed! This mark would hit, and the battle would end. Everyone around saw it, and they new as a tribe that the opening that obvious would be a trap. But the young Zenama had to attack anything that showed its weakness to an attack. BOOM!

Darth Savon had used Force Push to lauch the youngling out of the circle. He flew nearly 15 feet in the air before hitting the hard sand below, the air rushing out of his lungs. Savon Force jumped to her fallen enemy, but the night hid several Zabraks wielding over their new found warrior hero. Savon had a choice, surly die for the attack to slay her oppenent, or glid over them and run from the tribe, it seemed like to flee alive would be the smarter move. She would cause pain to the ones that loved this pathectic one.

The Death of loved ones ((3,656 First Month))

Zenmara's Parents both died on the planet Manaan at the start of the Sacking of Coruscant, while trading for Kolto by a Sith Raiding party. Darth Savon lead that raiding party. Zenmara would later find that his parents did infact die at the hands of his enemy, who he fought in "The Duel". From a lone Zabrak survivor, this happened at the will of Darth Savon.

Rite of passage ((3,656 Third Month))

The White in Zenmara's Tattos represent the Healing propertys of Kolto, the Midnight Blue the tears of sorrow for his loss. With the Sacking of Coruscant,

His fathers Name was Zen, his Mothers Mara. After they died and he went through his rite of passage, He changed his name from Zenama to Zenmara.

A Master Meets a Youngling

Sokan Padawan/Youngling Tounament

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==Goals and Ambitions==

==Relationships==

The Animal Friend

Irradion

A Golden Eagle the befriends Zenmara at the Soken Enclave.

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