Battlelord Mirus Hi'ija

Mirus has turned all the skills he has learned from being a Praetor to a more basic approach to life. The considerable experience garnered as a weapons and armour expert has now been turned to running a simple smithy where he creates and repairs arms, diligently working under the aegis of Arcona. Having abandoned the needs and wants of power for a simpler life, Mirus has all but given up on his dreams of conquest. Much like the Titans of yore, his warrior persona rests dormant, only to be awakened when the bells of war toll and his brethren have need of him.

Hailing from the planet Dathomir, a matriarchal tribal world, Mirus is strongly accustomed to a lifestyle that is far simpler than many in the Galaxy are used to. As a Dathomiri, he much prefers a lifestyle without many of the creature comforts that most take for granted, making him come across as a very plain sort of person. While he is not entirely useless at technology, he does occasionally struggle with the more advanced pieces of technology and, in many cases, is not an adept hand behind the controls of a vehicle beyond the most basic speeder or using advanced computer banks.

First master and apprentice, then husband and wife, Mirus and Rhiann Hi'ija are bonded for eternity both through the Force and through the surprising strength of their marriage, despite being polar opposites. They can know when the other is nearby and Telepathy comes easily to them, and can even exchange baseline emotions with ease wordlessly. Even across the Galaxy, they can still feel one another in the Force with very strong emotions registering in vague intuition.

To counter the incredible power of their bond, Mirus and Rhiann shut out almost all other people on an emotional level, calling very few part of their 'family' - Turel Sorenn is the main exception to this, as well as some others such as Atyiru Caesura Entar. They are simply not very tolerant of other people, with a very prevalent 'us versus everyone' attitude in general.

Born in the crucible of war and cast in bronzium, the necessity of fighting the wars of Odan-Urr gave birth to the mantle of the Titan, one that he refuses to cast off even in the Dark. Stoic and terse to a fault, Mirus has the very strong tendency to keep his thoughts to himself and bottle everything in, being as quick and efficient as possible in all things - everything from his carefully-chosen yet never contracted diction, to his manner of carrying out his daily tasks. Certainly this has its downsides; it is not often that Mirus will express empathy or concern for others beyond his chosen circle, as well as (coupled with his general anachronism) giving him the air of an uncultured, warmongering barbarian.

Mirus is one of the rare few who prizes raw physical strength and power over the commonly-used dextrous perfection of the myriad assassins of the Brotherhood. With raw Might and Endurance, Mirus will do everything in his power to overpower and outlast any opponent that challenges him, embodying the philosophies of Djem So in doing so - and with an aptly-timed Rage, this gives him an even further edge. In battle Mirus will very often favour a two-handed grip on his weapon, maximizing the force he can bring to bear against an enemy. Whether applying this with a lightsaber, sword or even his fists, there is little he cannot crush in melee combat - however, the maxim of 'you can't hurt what you can't hit' always rings true, applied to both opponents faster than he and those at a distance.

Once a paragon of the Grand Master's Royal Guard only to abandon its missives, Mirus has taken the protector's tenures and shaped them into a fighting style that suits the simple philosophy of his life: self-preservation first. While he will still fight to protect those rare few he cares about, he puts himself first otherwise - his wide array of defensive talents are now used as his primary weapon, outlasting his opponents by sheer resilience then crushing them under his heel with all the might he can bring to bear by unleashing an incredible storm of pent-up rage. He will more often than not be willing to take a glancing blow or two in order to put himself at a critical advantage, even if it means a little pain that he can push through. Pain is, more often than not, only temporary.