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Name: Aramis Korr
Age: 32
Homeplanet: Ord Mantell
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Affiliation: Sith Empire
Gear:
-Three beat up red lightsabers whose owner clearly hasn't taken any care of them and look almost as if someone purposely ran over them in a landspeeder... multiple times.
-A large amount of grenades, mainly of the fragmentation variety.
-A pouch for carrying credits, datapads, etc.
Physical Description:
The most obvious thing about Korr is his muscled physique. You would never describe him as a "big" man, however, because his height has limitations and he is not nearly as heavy as many of the other Sith are. Rather, he is very cut and looks stronger than he actually is. His face is weathered and bruised, but he looks no older than he is; he just looks like a 32-year old that someone decided to beat the crap out of. His brown hair is clearly attempted to be a military-style crew cut that hasn't actually been cut in a while. Could you blame the Sith barbers though, I mean, who'd want to get near this guy if he didn't want his damn hair cut? He has distinctive Sith tattoos adorning his body that he proudly displays at any social occasion it's considered acceptable and even some that it's not acceptable at.
Personal Description:
What you see is what you get with Korr. He looks like a wild man and he acts like a wild man. He doesn't take orders from anyone, not even the Sith Lords; if one were to tell him to do something, it'd be his first instinct to do the exact opposite, just to be stubborn and annoying. Fortunately for the Sith, Aramis is not the brightest tool in the shed. The Sith Lords, knowing him to be a valuable tool, simply suggest that their intended target is strong, and they know that Korr will do his best to prove that he is stronger. He falls easily for tricks, but when he finds out he has been betrayed, his fixation and rage consumes him and he will do all in his power to destroy them utterly, thereby proving that he is the strongest. If it wasn't already apparent, Aramis has a strong sense of pride, especially about his fighting ability. Questioning whether he is capable for something is asking for a fight to the death. He's neither attractive nor charming, and he doesn't pretend to be; rather, if persuasion is needed, he lets either his friends or his sabers do the talking.
Quick History:
Aramis Korr's mother died during childbirth, and his father left him on the streets shortly thereafter. He was picked up by one of the gangs on Ord Mantell and was their mascot of sorts until he was old enough to be initiated into their gang. At fifteen he was a full-fledged member of their group. His specialty was killing people and taking whatever they had on their body. He enjoyed very much what he did, and soon he grew in infamy and noteriety. His infamy grew his gang's infamy grew, and soon the cops were eager to pick up as many of them as they could. His gang was slowly dying. The Sith, always on the look out for new members, became aware of his local infamy and sensed a small bead of Force potential. They presented him with an offer which he accepted, and soon he was among the Sith. His Force potential was limited, but he was a brute of a fighter and quickly rose through the ranks as a valuable tool of the Sith Lords.
Full History:
His family life was... non-existent, at best. Being born on Ord Mantell is never a good environment for a family to survive, but it is especially difficult when your mother dies giving birth to you. Korr's father, being unable to support a kid, did what every single father on Ord Mantell did; left his kid to die on the streets within the month.
The screaming infant was quickly found by one of the many small gangs that roams Ord Mantell's shady underworld. The gang was small-time, mostly muggings and a few speeder jackings when they could, but they were willing to take the baby in and try to raise him. And so Aramis grew up in an environment that was not healthy for any child; he grew up knowing only to take whatever you could get away with. By age five, he was stealing little things, toys, food, what have you. By age eight he was holding a knife and coming with on jobs. The other members of the gang thought it very amusing to have such a small kid scaring people and so they gave him his first blaster at the age of twelve and inducted him into their gang.
Aramis's association with the gang was well known among the community. It was Aramis who first started the gang's real expansion of crime. At this point, they had been involved in mostly robberies, but now Korr thought it was time to hire the gang out as an assassin of sorts. They were cheap and effective, and people were dropping like flies around the neighborhood. Everyone knew the teenager with an assault rifle and steered clear of him, knowing him as a harbinger of death. Wherever he went, someone died at his hands.
Well when someone as young as Korr is as effective as he is, word spreads quickly. Soon posters with his face were put out everywhere, his warrant for arrest out. Local bounty hunters flocked to the scene, seeing it as easy money. They died quickly. The cops tried to take care of him. They died, too. Finally, a true professional was hired, one of the best in the business. It was all too easy for the professional to trap the young Aramis, overpower him and hand him over to the police.
Aramis was to be put to death. A criminal that dangerous couldn't be left alive, right? I mean, the official trial said he had a fifty-five year imprisonment, but that was just a show. He was to be executed within the week. That is, until the Sith came.
Korr watched the shadows through the force field on his cell. A man came, wielding a double-bladed sword. It cut through the cops like a hot knife through but, and the visceral sound of metal on flesh echoed in Korr's ear. It was... pleasing, for lack of a better word. The man came over, cloaked in shadow, and waved his hand and the force field disappeared. As Korr got up, ready to fight, the man stopped him cold. He couldn't move. The man said he was Sith. That he'd seen what Korr could do, and he knew what kind of potential he had, and that the Sith were very interested in him. He knew all about the Sith; of course, that had been a dream of his for a year now, to join the Sith! What with the killing and the power and all that. Aramis eagerly obliged, and followed the Sith out to Korriban.
His training was more brutal even by Sith standards, but this was the sort of environment that Aramis flourished in. He didn't quite have the head of intellect for the Force; sure, he was capable enough and his rage was enough to channel power through, but his real asset was his cruelty and his ferocity. He was already skilled with a blaster, and he took to the sword like a duck to water. He rained blows upon his opponents, overwhelming them with quick, powerful strikes and never giving up even after his opponent was dead and his organs splattered across the ground. He managed to kill his opponents even when fighting with stun batons. Of course this impressed the Sith very much, and his full induction into the Sith didn't take long.
The life Korr's been living since then is simple. The Sith Lords point him in the right direction, and he flocks there and kills what they want killed. He's more of a beast to be unleashed rather than a soldier to be deployed. Most of the Sith avoid him, fearing his unpredictable nature and knowing he wouldn't be reprimanded for killing any of the other worthless dregs that the Sith had. It's a life that Aramis enjoys and excels at; he does what he want when he wants. Fortunately for the Sith, what he wants almost always is the same as what the Sith want.
