Arkon Rall

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Arkon Rall ​

[fancybox4="http://i67.tinypic.com/ruzfx0.png"]FULL NAME: Arkon Rall
AGE: 37
SPECIES: Mandalorian
HOMEWORLD: Mandalore

HEIGHT: 183 cm
WEIGHT: 78 kg

EYE COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
SKIN COLOR: Pale
MARKINGS: None

FACTION: Sacred Band of Ziost
RANK: TBD

Veteran to a dozen battlefields. Exiled from his home, outcast by his people. Renegade, rebel. Arkon Rall was raised for one purpose; to become a model Mandalorian citizen. In this, Arkon failed without exception. Yet, the former citizen of the Republic would make his way across the stars, leaving in his wake violence and pain. This journey ultimately found him new family within the Sacred Band, and new faith. Faith and conviction in the Dark Side, in the Sith.[/fancybox4]

Personality​

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Rall is, first and foremost, a warrior and a commander. Instilled with the knowledge to fight wars, the grace to kill, and the concern and patience to lead the very best warriors in the Galaxy, he has left behind his connections to a life best forgotten. Instead, he has replaced this lost fragment of himself with newfound zeal and conviction to the Dark Side. He has witnessed dark miracles, undeniable skill, and brutal intellect at the spearhead of a group which he knows are the fittest to lead the Galaxy forward to enlightenment.

He despises hesitation, weakness, and un-reciprocated compassion. He acts on his hatred slowly and patiently, but in the end, severely and deadly. His driving purpose in life has become the Sith Order, and he has found his own power through their teachings. Freedom through strength, security and justice through power, embracing ones true self. He is no longer beholden, as his kin are, to others perceptions of him; of his honor or integrity, his skill, or his future. He is his own man, and has internalized redefined these terms at a personal level, caring only what others think of him when it could impact his own survival. He is, for lack of a better word, a zealot of the Sith, dedicated thoroughly to serving and empowering them. Through that power he will find strength for himself, knowing he will never be fit to replace them, but that they will always find purpose and meaning in him so long as he stays sharp, and most importantly, loyal to the cause.
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BIOGRAPHY​

[fancybox4="http://i64.tinypic.com/28tmhe.png"]Born a Mandalorian, Arkon Rall was always expected to maintain a level of integrity and stability by his community. Taught all the essentials of Mandalorian culture - language, culture, combat - it never sat well with Arkon to blindly believe in others beliefs of ones self. He rebelled against his family and their expectations, set far too high he believed, and sought solace in his adolescence with his friend, his comrade - his love - Olix Ordo. Olix comforted him, always trying to guide him back to the straight and narrow path of the Mandalorian, but always there to listen and accept Rall's frustrations. Through the years the two would grow even closer, sparring with each other on the field of battle in friendly tournaments of skill on air, land, sea and eventually even space.

Olix was his superior in many aspects, but Rall was always driven to learn from him; his drive to be like his lover helped to mask his own rebellious nature from his clan. But this was not to last; the two would be deployed to take action against pirates raiding trade routes near their world, an action which would turned out far bloodier than necessary. He felt it was because of his own people's intransigence, their incapacity to see beyond their own noses, and when Olix's body drifted lifelessly through space, Rall had nothing holding him back. The negotiations with the pirates turned sour and Rall drew his blaster on his squad leader - his own father - in the midst of it all, gunning him down before surrendering to the corsairs. This had to be done, for his fathers suicidal folly had seen the deaths of more than half of his men, including his lover, and had stripped from him everything he knew.

The corsairs had witnessed Rall's betrayal and debated between recruiting him or ransoming him back to the Mandalorians. "Having a Mandalorian by our side, that could count for something," one of them had said. The corsair commander had thought on it for several days, then interrogated Rall, learning of the man's own disloyalty to his own culture, even of the fact that he had disowned everything he was by becoming a kinslayer. The lopsided grin that he gave would eventually rub off on Rall and he gave him the freedom to rule his own life. Rall fought alongside the corsairs for years to come, but eventually a crackdown by local law enforcement led to the group disbanding. Like several others, Rall followed the corsair leader along to a mercenary company, and for several more years they put down revolts, were paid well and spent that well on brothels, bars and drugs. Through it all, many of the corsairs that had followed the commander now looked more to Rall for his skill, leadership, and more importantly, his loyalty to his friends. When the mercenary company was disbanded by law, many of the veteran corsairs that had served alongside Rall for the better part of a decade looked to him for a new path in life.

But Rall lacked purpose. He had tired of killing for money, with no end in sight, no greater impact on the shape of the galaxy. There was so much that needed changing. Rumors stirred beyond the far reaches of the Outer Rim, in the dark stars that barely clung to the gravitic field of the galaxy, that the Sith had returned. He had learned of the Sith as myths and rumors, almost legendary figures who sought to unite the galaxy through power. He had live in the Republic long enough to despise it, and so he made the journey, along with his comrades, to where the Sith were. As criminals, they had the connections necessarily to find them, although even then doing so was difficult. At times, Rall felt he only discovered the Sith because they chose to allow it. His success, he reasoned - no, he knew - was only because they permitted it.
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PROFILE BY: BEE
FACECLAIM: Greg Bryk​