name: Wallace McGreggor, son of Gavin Earl of Queribus and Albigan
born: anno cadaris 998, Nehanda 17th, Monsegor, Queribus, Othala
age: 26
height: 6'07"
eyes: green

0998-10 - 1015-02 Monsegor, Queribus, Othala
1015-02 - 1019-06 University of Manseny, Corellia
1019-07 - 1022-04 Tournaments around various planets (a.a. Byss, Wayland)
1022-04 - 1024-05 YMFS Leader, Coruscant
1024-06 Return to Othala

Wallace had spent long years studiing the subjects a young Othalan noble was expected to be familiar with. History, including the Othalan Clan Wars and had been one of the rather interesting subjects that unfortunately had been accomplished by a selection of other, awfully tiresome ones.

His father, Lord Gavin McGreggor of Queribus and Albigan, wanting him to be prepared for his future task of leading their house had constantly urged on him and controlled his sons progress. One more reason for young McGreggor to ardently long for Rotiart Ami's visits to interrupt the boredness of everydays studies. He had liked Rotiart's humourous tales, but he had loved his combat lessons - the way in which he wielded a sword... Effortless, precise... and deadly. [...]

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Anno Cadaris 1015, Kadra 19th. At the age of seventeen Wallace left Othala to study galactical history and politics at the university of Manseny, Corellia. During his time as a student he made friends with Kam Solusar of Vilhon, a fellow member of the local 'Burschenschaft' (association of male students that, amongst else, granted the possibility to practice the art of fencing and swordmanship).

Both dedicated fighters they spent a great deal of their spare around the training hall, practicing their skills under the severe lead of the association's swordmaster, a highly skilled yet mysterious man. His abilities lay far above the average.. for he was tainted by the darkside and his name was Vance Jas.

Thus two years passed without remarkable incidents. During this time but, tainted as he was, Jas let some of his 'forbidden' teachings and convictions flow into the lessons and without much questioning his inspired schollers would voluntarily take in whatever knowledge he provided in order to improve their abilities.

Unfortunately these teachings did but not only affect their fencing abilities and only some months later a few 'unfortunate' happenings led to a crisis..

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1017, Rayda 24th. Kam had received message from his homeworld.. I will never forget his face as he came to meet me this very day. Disconcerted he stood.. his expression full of desperate pain and grief almost unable to speak. Only half an hour later i came to know what had happened. Vilhon was devastated. His family and people slaughtered. Literally overnight everything he had loved had been taken from him and there was nothing he could do to help.. to make it undone.

Kam could not accept that and i understood his feeling only too well. Grief, desperation.. the feeling of guilt also for he had not been around to help defending those he loved the most. It really looked as if the loss was going to break him. The following week was a vale of liquor and grief.. of course i would not let him drink alone so the nights were long and the days dark with a sad kind of hangover. It was a terrible time and although the exams were near neither of us would learn or visit the lessons. Finally i could no longer stand it. It was terrible to see him going down like this because for me Kam was much more than just a collegue.. he was my friend.

Something had to happen and as i finally got him thus far to attend to the fencing lessons once again it seemed our master put him under the right kind of cure. He took him along for private lessons.

Some months passed and apparently he helped Kam to transform the grief that was gnawing his foundations for eventually it happened - all the hurt and pain he had suffered exploded in an violent outbreak of anger and hatred. A true firework of aggression filled the training hall when Solusar was around and soon none of the schollers was keen on challenging the racing devil he had become.

First of i was happy about this development yet somehow Kam's presence had changed though I couldn't lay my finger upon what it was. What i but clearly realized was that i was no longer able to keep up with his fencing abilities. We had been about equal for a long time yet by now, although i was a pretty skilled swordmen there was nothing to gain. Kam was faster, stronger and.. much more ruthless than i had ever seen him. In the meantime i was the only of his mates who would still spar with him yet i also suffered one bitter defat after the other.

As i said.. in the beginning i was glad about it since the aggression had taken his grief away but after some time his superiority and malicious attitude in combat went on my nerves. It seemed he needed a rebuke.. still no matter how hard i'd try i was not able to even penetrate his guard.

Since first i had seen his new fighting style, the unbelievable precision and apparently effortless moves i had been curios but by now i was determined to find out about what Jas had taught him in these past months and somehow, was it by the way he observed our spars or the slight frown in the sight of my now no longer sufficient abilities, i had the weird feeling the master was waiting for me... As finally i made my move.

1018, Saimon 24th. It was three months now since i had asked for additional lessons and was it a smirk or my phantasy playing tricks on me Jas had accepted to grant me this 'favor'. Yet in return i had to carry out certain tasks for him - thus were the association's rules. Everyone had to pay respect to the 'elders' and those who profited from their teachings had to reward this gift through adequate service in order to prove their humility and no matter who annoying it was to be obliged in such a way the lessons were worth every minute of service. Thought i at this time..

Jas training was hard, his attitude demanding and the rules severe. Once i would leave out a lesson he would see to it that i repent it the next time when i was faced with all the shortcomings he still saw in my technique. Yet no matter how strenous the exercises were.. the <i>other</i> things he taught me were what really made the difference. It was another, a new way to look upon it all.. and it seemed with the gradual change of my point of view came success. The training woke abilities i never even dreamt of and although it felt weird in times the power i gained with these lessons was thrilling me. Soon i would face my friend with my newgained skills.. and no longer would he urge me to back..

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Eventually the day had come. Kam of course knew what i had been working to... so both of us were tensed to the max as we had our first spar.. It was a long and impressing fight and after some time it looked as if we were at about one level and Jas continued training us in this new way that was fascinating and uncanny at the same time.

Kam and i had a good deal of quarrels since then. Most of our former mates would no longer associate with us. We heard accusations of arrogance, quarrelsomeness, exaggerated agression. Well.. we didn't care. For us it was a clear cause of envy after we soon surpassed their abilities by far and although we had jists even amongst ourselves we would not realize that the training had really changed our characters til one evening it happened...

It was 1018, Berkana 05th. We both were drunk and the student who insulted me mayhap even more so for his words truly flared my anger. I can't really say what had happened this night nor would i want to even think about it for it haunts me til now.. All i know is that i was awfully angry and that is wished he would die where he stood, die in an ugly and painful way like his skull being slowly crushed. Thou canst bot not imagine my terror as it actually happened...

I have not laid hand on him i swear, not to mention that i had not even been able to harm him in such a way if i had. I just saw his face tortured.. terrified.. dying.. and had to realize that there truly had been no other influence than my thoughts of violence. I don't know how we came home this night, fact is that first of we ran.. just to get away from what had happened her. Soon they would discover his dead corpse and there would be an investgation.. some people had seen us around so it was inevitable that at least one of us would have to pay for the crime for who would ever believe 'it just happened' ?

The sacrifice Kam took back then was beyond compare. Knowing the happening would jeopardize everything i had ever dreamt of he decided to take the guilt upon him and flee Corellia in my place and in spite of the prospect of leading the life of a pursued murderer he did so within this very night. I will never forget what he hath done for me. Hopefully one day i will be able to repay his unspeakable faith.

I was no longer that interested in dark teachings from then on. Too uncanny had the feeling been.. the sudden and well.. so to say unintentional death of a fellow man is not really what i am craving for. Power is alright to me.. yet the loss of control i had experienced was something i would not risk any longer. I went on with the fencing... yet my anger i banned to the depths and the lessons Jas had told me i kept in the back of my mind.. in order <b>not</b> to make use of them - at least this was my resolution.

Anno Cadaris 1022, Oltion 11th Neonlight cast hard shadows across the nightly city's rushing crowd. It was friday night.. finally. Wallace had been looking forward to this evening.

Remembering their very first encounter at Eilean Donil years ago and somehow in the mood of having some fun after the Coruscant's ugly environ had almost made him lose his humour the gendar had decided to surprise her..

A cunny grin on his face he was waiting for her arrival. He really wondered whether she would recognize him after this radical transformation.. he himself wouldn't have recognized the man who had been glancing at him out of the first mirror.. but the dude obviously stood under his command - and this always was a good start.