Darshev Vorunsk

[E-123 Omega]

"The Force. Some say it is kind, and binds us all together. I beg to differ. It is pure Cruelty. Evil runs rampant... the innocent died, while the guilty laughed on my homeworld... and now it is my turn to chuckle."​

*Rumbe rumble rumble* The slow hum of a engine can be heard from the small metallic room you stand in. A young, tall alien stands against the wall, crammed in with other various lifeforms, all bound for the same place, the Bogan. They had all come from a Coruscanti hospital, secretly under the control of the Bogan, and had been used for capturing Force sensitives. Scared, weak and alone, they were dragged through space on the slow-moving freighter.

The youthful alien looked up at you as you approached him, and after speaking with him for a bit, he begins to open up.

Age: 17
Species: Pho' Ph'eahian
Faction: Bogan Empire.

Physical Appearance:
I look like most Pho' Ph'eahians. We aren't a diverse looking group, but the end of my ear is somewhat split at the end; a pirates vibrosword got me there when I was too weak to fight back... So I'm stuck with that plus a split lip, plus my lower left arm has a bunch of cuts aswell. Their just scars now... but they will always remind me of why I do what I do... All I have on me is rags right now, but when I get to the Bogan, I will no longer look like some pathetic worm... I'll walk around in fine robes, taking what I want, when I want.

Personality and Traits:
I won't lie to you... well, I will, but that's beside the point. The point? I hold grudges, I don't ease up on things just because it happened a while back. I lie, alot. You have to, but hey, in this world, why should I be ashamed, right? Not like there is any real good in this Galaxy. Its why I enjoy hurting people, because I can. Because they can't. I don't talk much, either. I'm surprised I've opened up so much to you. Still, I like to remain quiet, usually speak when spoken to. Don't expect to get along with me, I don't want to make friends. I'm not a team player, if you can't beat down others, then your just useless unless I can get something from you. Thats how it is, thats how it always will be.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
I worked in the mountains, so ultimately I have powerful lifting muscles, and I can run farther then you, I'm sure. My father taught me martial arts to an extent when I was younger, so I have well toned muscles and some skill with my hands. So naturally with 4 arms and hands, I have a large advantage over people aswell. I'm also dexterous, since I used to juggle stones when I was goofing off... Ultimately, I'm literal. I take these too literally, I lose track of conversations, and I ain't a great speaker. I am not stupid, though, and you'll die if you forget that.

History:
Its odd, how one can change so drastically. I was just a boy, a boy who loved his father, his mother, who looked at each day as a chance for fun. I worked in the mountains, and learned hand-to-hand combat from my Father. I learned of silly things like "Duty" and "Honor" and the idiocy of defending weaker people... no one came for me... He also believed in The Force, he even said I had promise in it. Perhaps I did, perhaps I do.

Then came the Pirates. It was a while ago... couple years before, when I lost my happy life on my world... back on Pho Ph'eaha... when those damn brigands from Force-knows where... they killed and pillaged my village, and laughed in our faces... they took our food, the rocks we mined from our mountaintops, and women... my mother... I tried to fight them, foolish as it was, but it didn't end well, they just beat me and threw me to the side, they didn't think I was worth killing. I grew up that day, and I understood that life is hell, and that the real thing in life is to be able to someday push other people with your power. Thats the circle of life... of course it is... Someday, the pirates will regret it, I'll become more powerful, I'll hunt them down and show them their biggest mistake was letting me live. That'll ease my pain a good bit... I'm most certain... but it doesn't matter, that part of me is dead. Now all that matters is reaching the Bogan, so I can have my own laugh in this stupid Galaxy... and then when I do, my life will be complete... it has to be...

How did I end up here? Just think about how you ended up here. I made it to Coruscant, since at first I only knew about Jedi. I thought I could learn about the Force, get me a saber, then just leave. I would just take my saber and go, hunt down my oppressors and that would be that, but no. The Force had crueler thoughts in mind. I got denied Initiateship, seems I didn't have the right mindset. How lame was that? So I just left. Ended up in some hospital the next day since I went drinking and got my frakking ass kicked..

I could feel first-hand there was something wrong though. Weird vibes from a few nurses that just screamed bad. I tried to leave, managed to actually run down a hall before I got tackled, drugged, and socked in the face all within the same moment. After that I ended up here, with the rest of you soon-to-be rejects. Not me, though. I'm gonna soar up in this world. Just you wait and see.