Ambròs de la Muntanyes

## Early History

An roaming artisan's rendition of the legendary pit fighter of Pannyke.

Born in 3 ABY on the planet of Dileonacia, Ambròs Gratacós had quite the life ahead of him. Born to a noble family that sat as one of the many noble heritages that oversaw the political rulings of the Dileonician people, Ambròs was quick to recieve the full benefit of being born into a noble line. By the age of three, the young lad had already been gifted dozens of fine clothes, toys and other boons from the other noble families, as was tradition among his people, as well as assigned one of the very best teachers from a school of scholars whose only purpose was to lecture and guide the youth of these noble lines to one day succeed their fathers as head of the noble house. Scholars took note of Ambròs ability to pick up on prompts, general intelligence and hightened sense of perception-- Despite not showing much fondness for exploration or mischief.

Roughly around the age of ten, Ambròs had began showing signs of strange behavour; something that his father took keen note of rather quickly thanks to the contrast of the young lad's typical behavour. Upon taking the future successor to the royal house of physicians, a series of tests detected a high concentration of midichlorians in the young Prince's blood and as a result, saw Ambròs stripped of his title of Prince of Gratacós and sent into exile; as was tradition of the Dileonicians who saw the force as a disease as opposed to something that could potentially be a gift. The young lad, given nothing but the clothes upon his back, was sent out into the greater reaches of the Galaxy-- His people expecting nothing more than his death as a child stripped of all he was worth. He no longer had the right to carry the name of his house; he simply became Ambròs de la Muntanyes, a hollowed out title for all those exiled from Dileonicia depicting only the general area of where they were born.

## The Drawing: Arrival on Pannyke

Where many of those who had come before Ambròs in walking the path of exile, it appeared that death's jaws were to spare the ten year old child sent to die. Instead, having been dumped on the nearby planet of Pannyke and left to fend for himself, the young Dileonician was spotted and picked up by a local trader who proceeded to take his fresh find to the nearest settlement of Port Omla. It was there that Ambròs was presented to the local ruling warlord as a gift, with the trader looking for payment for such an offering. The warlord, whom the young Dileonician would come to know as 'Slaask', a grizzled old Trandoshan that ruled over his carved out territory with an iron claw in both a metaphorical and physical sense, sought to exploit the youthful spirit by putting him to work. Until the age of thirteen, Ambròs was tasked with manual labour and small errands such as courier of messages to one of Slaask's many Lieutenants-- It was not until the young lad showed early signs of Force Sensitivity that Slaask took a personal interest in Ambròs.

Untapped potential was potential nonetheless and Slaask had been looking for an ace up his sleeve when it came to the fighting pits of the capital of Pannyke, Querren Patriot; named after the shipwrecked Capital ship that the city had been built from the carcass of. The young Ambròs was quickly taken in by Slaask and was soon put onto a new regimen of tasks and teachings in martial skills whilst trying to unlock the boy's potential with the Force but try as the grizzled Trandoshan might, he found little success in trying to unlock the key to his rise to power. Impatient, Slaask called upon a resident of Port Omla-- Who revealed herself to be a 'Patron of the Force' to the young one and it was her who used her expertise to graft the boy's skin with the runic lines that many on Pannyke are familiar with. Painful to touch, this 'force imbuement' was the key that Slaask had needed to give the boy the edge that he needed. After pushing Ambròs to his limit, the Trandoshan found that the young lad could empower himself for five seconds... Five seconds was all that he needed.

After several months of tough mentoring and training in the art of fighting, Slaask unleashed his newly trained pit fighter for his first match; Ambròs' 'drawing' as the locals called it, referring to the fact that blood was always drawn. It was here that Slaask called upon the betting to be rigged-- In favour of his 'experimenal' fighter being able to win within the first five seconds of the match. Suffice to say, with the force imbument that the mysterious woman had carved into him, the young Dileonician fought and won... Killing his first man at the age of thirteen just as Slassk had betted upon-- Within the first five seconds before the lad fell unconscious.

## The Rise of the Snow-Wolf: The Pit Champion of Pannyke

Slaask had his results and the indication that he was ready to make his move on Querren Patriot and the head warlord that sat high above the rest. A direct assault on his boss' territory? Too risky. Entering the young lad into the Blood Ring? It was a start. Sending Ambròs off to the capital of Pannyke to be entered into the Blood Ring, the Capital's largest fighting pit that was overseen by the city's warlord, the young lad was merely fifteen when he was subject to the seedy underbelly of a lawless planet in the unknown regions. Port Omla had seemed quite tame and small compared to the sprawling city built into the rusted guts of an old Sith Empire starship-- Decks turned into districts and all powered by the reactor that had seemingly been upkept by nothing more than a split of engineering genius and 'outlaw spit', the Blood Ring was located just below the hollowed out remains of the Command Deck where the warlord resided, an independent Hutt by the name of Eppah.

Ambròs found it difficult to settle in; not used to the sheer vastness of the city and the near constant noise of creaking metal or the dozens of inhabitants likely causing a scene. Rest to be written lol.