GENERAL INFORMATION:
Name: Daegon Lawke.
Faction: Alaskan Union
Rank: Special Adviser to Van Tien (In progress)
Species: Arkanian.
Age: Sixty-five Standard Years.
Gender: Male.
SHIP:
The Noble Prospect is a Kauti designed Resilient-class executive star-yacht. With a highly automated control system, the 70 meter long ship requires only a four-person flight crew. Two dorsally mounted blaster turrets provide modest point-defense, but by and far the tremendous speed and heavy armor plating are the first line of protection for this ship. Exhibiting the height of luxury travel, the seven separate cabins are all of stateroom quality, each individually modeled after the respective physiologies of the galaxy’s most prominent species. The main commons serves as both a dining hall and a conference room, and is elegantly decorated in a style reminiscent of some of Coruscant’s finest hotels.
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Standing just over 6'4”, Daegon is well taller than the average Arkanian, male, with a leanness and rigidity of build that makes him appear taller still. While hardly muscle-bound, he is quite athletic, having invested a good deal of money into specialized enzyme/metabolism-modification. His complexion, partially a result of spending too much time indoors writing up reports and partially on account of his breeding, is smooth and generally pale, complemented by his sharply defined facial features.
Despite his age, relatively late in life for an Arkanian, his appearance has not matured, thanks to the muscle and skeletal reconditioning treatments that the extensive technology of his species makes possible. Everything about his unnaturally youthful figure has an icy and condescending air to it, an image which Daegon, in an effort to heighten his powers of intimidation, personally designed into the reconditioning package.
Daegon’s hair is starkly white, due to both his age and heritage. In spite of the usual vanity most Arkanians possess, he does not style it, preferring it cropped closely enough that where it lies, it lies. His lips are thin and bloodless, rarely turned in any direction, smile or frown. His nose and ears maintain the angularity of the rest of his face, being both a little bit longer and sharper than he would like. His eyes, like all Arkanians, are milky-white, with opaque pupils.
PERSONALITY:
To call Daegon “smart” would be a grave injustice; indeed, he would forever despise you for your unimaginative, uninspired vocabulary. The word has so many useless connotations attached to it: intellectual, bookish, scholarly. Daegon is none of these things. He has no use for the obscure, worthless information that tired academics love to amass. Knowledge that has not been cast in the crucible of experience is meaningless to him.
He is a supremely practical and pragmatic man. His view of the galaxy revolves around the notion of real politik, the idea that everyone is out for his own good. As a result, the galaxy presents itself as an ordered hierarchy: those who control, and those who do not. All his life, Daegon has striven to be one of the former, and has thrown off the foolish expectations and constraints of society to attain such a position.
Coming out of his grim view of the universe is a certain moral ambiguity. Again, as a practical man, Daegon sees ethics as superfluous and the result of a confused understanding of the true nature of sentience. But, despite his casual dismissal of traditional morality, Daegon would never consider himself “evil”; he does not see himself as the unethical business man, or the traitorous citizen, indeed, in his own mind, he is nothing but a champion of virtue, the martyr who shrouded himself in a cloak of villainy to achieve true greatness and thereby change the galaxy.
Unfortunately, it is this drive towards greatness that leads to Daegon’s greatest failing, and indeed, the failing of many Arkanians. Respect is what Daegon loves above all else, and is willing to sacrifice anything to achieve it. The respect of his peers, the respect, demanded, of those beneath him, admittance into the hierarchy of greatness that always existed in nature. To put it simply, Daegon is a man who loves to be recognized and can’t stand the effrontery of being ignored.
HISTORY:
Among Arkanians, children are not so much born as they are processed. The advantages of a high-tech culture, and one unusually skilled in genetic manipulation, are evident even from the beginning. Most Arkanian couples wanting offspring will contract a local laboratory, offer the necessary genetic material, fill out a questionnaire concerning characteristics and physical traits, and then come back in nine months.
So it was with Daegon Lawke. Every aspect of his birthing was scrutinized and recorded for later reference; special note was given to the functional levels of his internal organs; his plasma-viscosity ratio was examined; his synapse response time analyzed and codified. Even his eyesight, which genetic study suggested would grow weak at an early age, was corrected with the embedding of a cybernetic optics program. It was such a happy moment for his parents, seeing their little piece of themselves grow even more perfect.
Unfortunately, they weren't around to see Daegon grow for very long. Shortly after his sixth birthday, they were both killed in a tragic speeder collision. Practically speaking, being orphaned wasn’t a major upset for Daegon. His mother and father certainly were doting, but, as a frantically active socialite and an interstellar gem mogul respectively, they were stupendously busy. As a result, Daegon spent the vast majority of his childhood amongst nurses and tutors. The family fortune, several hundred million credits, reverted to a trust and Daegon became a ward of the state.
On his eighteenth birthday, the family fortune reverted back into his hands, and Daegon immediately set out to turn paltry millions into some serious money. Taking the lessons given to him by his costly tutors, he diversified his holdings, investing in such timeless classics as weapons design, ship-building, biochemistry research, and of course the Arkanian staples of applied physics and genetics.
The investments paid off in a big way, and as Daegon matured, so did his assets. It wasn’t enough though. If all that expensive schooling had taught Daegon anything, it was that money was just a means to an end—you could only have so much of it before it become irrelevant. He still lacked genuine control over his own destiny.
It was about this time, somewhere on the cusp of middle-aged, that Daegon began to develop his peculiar notions of government in general and the Republic in particular. After one especially dismal experience with a Republic sanctioned arms-negotiator, hoping to convince Daegon to curtail his investment in anti-personal mines, he began to see the Republic as an unsolicited influence. There were too many trade laws and embargos keeping him from doing what he really wanted to do with his life. Too much control was vested in the hands of incompetent senators and sector leaders. The Republican leaders were insipid, virtual clones, too mired in bureaucracy to fully comprehend the control they were exerting over their constituency. The idea of his future resting in the hands of inept politicians became repugnant.
At first he tried his hand at bribery. It was effective, but crude. It left too much to chance—what if a pocketed senator were to have a sudden crises of conscience? Then, Daegon experimented with politics personally. That was considerably less effective. He could never manage to assume the pandering façade that career politicians seemed so good at developing, and never was elected as a result. If finally dawned on Daegon that, if he truly wanted a position of power, some force of change would have to be introduced to the galaxy.
And then the stars aligned.
Who could’ve foreseen the sweeping effects of the Alsakan crises? Who could’ve anticipated the hundreds of opportunities it would bring into the light? Here was a group that planned to launch the most sweeping reform in the history of the Republic, and they were going fight a war to accomplish it! Nothing creates a power vacuum quite like bloodshed. For a time, it looked as if the Alsakan’s would do the work for him, which was perfectly fine—if Daegon could propel himself into a position of power without having to take sides, then that would be ideal. But, things soon turned bad for the Alsakans, and it looked as if Daegon’s long awaited opportunities were going to disappear.
Normally, patient as he was, Daegon would’ve just watched his prospects leave, and then waited for something else to present itself, but recent events have forced him personally into the galactic arena.
[[There are a couple of little tidbits I want to put in here or there, but for the most part it's done.]]
Name: Daegon Lawke.
Faction: Alaskan Union
Rank: Special Adviser to Van Tien (In progress)
Species: Arkanian.
Age: Sixty-five Standard Years.
Gender: Male.
SHIP:
The Noble Prospect is a Kauti designed Resilient-class executive star-yacht. With a highly automated control system, the 70 meter long ship requires only a four-person flight crew. Two dorsally mounted blaster turrets provide modest point-defense, but by and far the tremendous speed and heavy armor plating are the first line of protection for this ship. Exhibiting the height of luxury travel, the seven separate cabins are all of stateroom quality, each individually modeled after the respective physiologies of the galaxy’s most prominent species. The main commons serves as both a dining hall and a conference room, and is elegantly decorated in a style reminiscent of some of Coruscant’s finest hotels.
GENERAL APPEARANCE:
Standing just over 6'4”, Daegon is well taller than the average Arkanian, male, with a leanness and rigidity of build that makes him appear taller still. While hardly muscle-bound, he is quite athletic, having invested a good deal of money into specialized enzyme/metabolism-modification. His complexion, partially a result of spending too much time indoors writing up reports and partially on account of his breeding, is smooth and generally pale, complemented by his sharply defined facial features.
Despite his age, relatively late in life for an Arkanian, his appearance has not matured, thanks to the muscle and skeletal reconditioning treatments that the extensive technology of his species makes possible. Everything about his unnaturally youthful figure has an icy and condescending air to it, an image which Daegon, in an effort to heighten his powers of intimidation, personally designed into the reconditioning package.
Daegon’s hair is starkly white, due to both his age and heritage. In spite of the usual vanity most Arkanians possess, he does not style it, preferring it cropped closely enough that where it lies, it lies. His lips are thin and bloodless, rarely turned in any direction, smile or frown. His nose and ears maintain the angularity of the rest of his face, being both a little bit longer and sharper than he would like. His eyes, like all Arkanians, are milky-white, with opaque pupils.
PERSONALITY:
To call Daegon “smart” would be a grave injustice; indeed, he would forever despise you for your unimaginative, uninspired vocabulary. The word has so many useless connotations attached to it: intellectual, bookish, scholarly. Daegon is none of these things. He has no use for the obscure, worthless information that tired academics love to amass. Knowledge that has not been cast in the crucible of experience is meaningless to him.
He is a supremely practical and pragmatic man. His view of the galaxy revolves around the notion of real politik, the idea that everyone is out for his own good. As a result, the galaxy presents itself as an ordered hierarchy: those who control, and those who do not. All his life, Daegon has striven to be one of the former, and has thrown off the foolish expectations and constraints of society to attain such a position.
Coming out of his grim view of the universe is a certain moral ambiguity. Again, as a practical man, Daegon sees ethics as superfluous and the result of a confused understanding of the true nature of sentience. But, despite his casual dismissal of traditional morality, Daegon would never consider himself “evil”; he does not see himself as the unethical business man, or the traitorous citizen, indeed, in his own mind, he is nothing but a champion of virtue, the martyr who shrouded himself in a cloak of villainy to achieve true greatness and thereby change the galaxy.
Unfortunately, it is this drive towards greatness that leads to Daegon’s greatest failing, and indeed, the failing of many Arkanians. Respect is what Daegon loves above all else, and is willing to sacrifice anything to achieve it. The respect of his peers, the respect, demanded, of those beneath him, admittance into the hierarchy of greatness that always existed in nature. To put it simply, Daegon is a man who loves to be recognized and can’t stand the effrontery of being ignored.
HISTORY:
Among Arkanians, children are not so much born as they are processed. The advantages of a high-tech culture, and one unusually skilled in genetic manipulation, are evident even from the beginning. Most Arkanian couples wanting offspring will contract a local laboratory, offer the necessary genetic material, fill out a questionnaire concerning characteristics and physical traits, and then come back in nine months.
So it was with Daegon Lawke. Every aspect of his birthing was scrutinized and recorded for later reference; special note was given to the functional levels of his internal organs; his plasma-viscosity ratio was examined; his synapse response time analyzed and codified. Even his eyesight, which genetic study suggested would grow weak at an early age, was corrected with the embedding of a cybernetic optics program. It was such a happy moment for his parents, seeing their little piece of themselves grow even more perfect.
Unfortunately, they weren't around to see Daegon grow for very long. Shortly after his sixth birthday, they were both killed in a tragic speeder collision. Practically speaking, being orphaned wasn’t a major upset for Daegon. His mother and father certainly were doting, but, as a frantically active socialite and an interstellar gem mogul respectively, they were stupendously busy. As a result, Daegon spent the vast majority of his childhood amongst nurses and tutors. The family fortune, several hundred million credits, reverted to a trust and Daegon became a ward of the state.
On his eighteenth birthday, the family fortune reverted back into his hands, and Daegon immediately set out to turn paltry millions into some serious money. Taking the lessons given to him by his costly tutors, he diversified his holdings, investing in such timeless classics as weapons design, ship-building, biochemistry research, and of course the Arkanian staples of applied physics and genetics.
The investments paid off in a big way, and as Daegon matured, so did his assets. It wasn’t enough though. If all that expensive schooling had taught Daegon anything, it was that money was just a means to an end—you could only have so much of it before it become irrelevant. He still lacked genuine control over his own destiny.
It was about this time, somewhere on the cusp of middle-aged, that Daegon began to develop his peculiar notions of government in general and the Republic in particular. After one especially dismal experience with a Republic sanctioned arms-negotiator, hoping to convince Daegon to curtail his investment in anti-personal mines, he began to see the Republic as an unsolicited influence. There were too many trade laws and embargos keeping him from doing what he really wanted to do with his life. Too much control was vested in the hands of incompetent senators and sector leaders. The Republican leaders were insipid, virtual clones, too mired in bureaucracy to fully comprehend the control they were exerting over their constituency. The idea of his future resting in the hands of inept politicians became repugnant.
At first he tried his hand at bribery. It was effective, but crude. It left too much to chance—what if a pocketed senator were to have a sudden crises of conscience? Then, Daegon experimented with politics personally. That was considerably less effective. He could never manage to assume the pandering façade that career politicians seemed so good at developing, and never was elected as a result. If finally dawned on Daegon that, if he truly wanted a position of power, some force of change would have to be introduced to the galaxy.
And then the stars aligned.
Who could’ve foreseen the sweeping effects of the Alsakan crises? Who could’ve anticipated the hundreds of opportunities it would bring into the light? Here was a group that planned to launch the most sweeping reform in the history of the Republic, and they were going fight a war to accomplish it! Nothing creates a power vacuum quite like bloodshed. For a time, it looked as if the Alsakan’s would do the work for him, which was perfectly fine—if Daegon could propel himself into a position of power without having to take sides, then that would be ideal. But, things soon turned bad for the Alsakans, and it looked as if Daegon’s long awaited opportunities were going to disappear.
Normally, patient as he was, Daegon would’ve just watched his prospects leave, and then waited for something else to present itself, but recent events have forced him personally into the galactic arena.
[[There are a couple of little tidbits I want to put in here or there, but for the most part it's done.]]
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