Drake Family Vault

[Braden]

Achlys Moirai

'The Black Knight'

HOMEWORLD: Nihir
AFFILIATION: Blackguard of the Son
RANK: Black Knight
F/S: Yes

SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 32
HEIGHT: 1.80m
WEIGHT: 182lbs

STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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BACKGROUND

Achlys and his twin Ophion where born to the noble family of Moirai on the planet of Nihir a devout family they were taught from a young age the histories and legends that defined the Church of Mortis. The family was strong and powerful though not one of the elite, they had served the church well over the past centuries. Achlys great grand father had died fighting the Blackguard and many more of the Moirai had died before fighting before him.

Two years later a young brother Iapetus was born, he was a sickly child and Achlys's parents spent many a night in lock church praying for him to make it through and one day grow strong. He would make it through and though not as physically strong as his brothers but was as quick and smart as any on the planet.

At the age of eight both Ophion and Achlys were both taken as squires to prominent knights in the order. There training was tough and pushed them to the limits but over time they both passed their trials. During their training the two slowly drifted apart, Achlys began to question his faith and his training, what the Church and those above him taught did not make sense to him. They seemed to blindly follow this faith above all sense and thought. He was also surrounded by those who preached but did not practice something which left him a bitter taste in his mouth. His Knight was a worthless thing in his eyes, he was good with a sword but spent more time filled with drink and under whores than truly practicing his blade. Achlys a natural with the blade quickly mastered and surpassed the Knight but was he was two blond drunk to see.

One day whilst Achlys was demanding that a serf move out of his way his brother Ophion interfered and they soon came to blows. The fight drew a crowd but no one wanted to stop it and as the story of their sibling rivalry began to spread across the crowd all that happened was bets where made. Finally Iapetus interrupted the fight and got both to stand down, but Ophion still wanted to fight and goaded Achlys over and over until he lashed out striking at Ophion but Iapetus pushed him out of the way taking the fatal blow.

Achyls was devastated but before he could do anything he was pulled away and locked into a cage. As his brother was laid to rest the two where brought before the Grand Master, his decision infuriating only forcing Ophion to spend a further two years as a squire but he instead banished from Nirhir and the Paladin order.

Achyls wondered the Unknown regions for two years, fighting was the only thing he knew and the only thing he done, fighting for hire and in the pits of the Unknown regions for cash. It was here that he met the leader of the Blackguard Khagan Nor, he appeared as just a run of the mill fight trainer who offered to train Achyls after he soundly beat him in a practice fight. Over the coming weeks Khagan probed into Achyls thoughts on both the force and the Paladin order, finding that the two's opinion matched he knew he had a new apprentice and Achyls a new master. After his win in the fighting pit, Khagan revealed himself to Achyls and offered him a place in the Blackguard.

Shortly the Ninth War of Paladin Aggression began and Achyls was forced into the front lines. His strength in the force and time in the fighting pits allowed him to shine in battle. Whilst outside of the battle field his knowledge of Paladin space and defense allowed the Blackguard to push back against the Paladin Order. Finally they were able to strike out at the home world of the Order Nihir and Achyls was given the chance to help lead the assault.

Upon the planet Achyls was not able to find his brother and avenge him for Iapetus's death instead he had to settle for his father who had helped banish him. It was easy the man was getting old and he was arrogant of his abilites. After his dad he helped lead the final charge and watched as the Grand Master and Patriarch was slain, but as the Blackguard who killed them fell Khagan called the retreat. Achlys led the few remaining members back to the Blackguard bastion, where Khagan revealed his new plan and new vision for the Blackguard, they would be smaller and work in the shadows. But they needed a sword a point to lead the charge, he gave Achyls an ancient light-saber and the new title of 'Black Knight.'

PERSONALITY

Anger, rage and a deep sense of loathing and emptiness inside. That is what drives Achyls forward, pushed him to his limits and past them. When he was banished from the Order it left a big hole inside him which he can only fill with anger and hate against the Order and more importantly against his brother.

He feels deep regret for death of Iapetus and blames his older brother for the death. He sometimes falls into melancholy when he thinks about Iapetus or his old life in the Order.

His sense of humor is often called dark or black humor by those around him. Achyls relishes power and the title of Black Knight and the power it brings has only brought him happiness though some worry about what he will do with that power as he can be quick to anger and dangerous when he is.

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

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Years of combat training both within the Paladin Order, the fighting pits of the Unknown regions and the Blackguard have drilled Achyls into the one of the most deadly fighting machines in the Unknown. He is capable to fight with a number of weapons including, hand and a half sword, war axes and with a light saber, one of only two belonging to the Black Guard.

During his time in the outer rim, Achyls learned to pilot a ship as it was his only way of getting about. Even though not naturally gifted, with the power of the force behind him he is a capable pilot and able to engage in dog-fights with other non-force sensitive pilots.

His ability with the force is dedicated to the followings of the Son and from that the dark side of the force. He is proficient in mental manipulation including entering ones subconscious and taping into their fears and doubts projecting them into their minds eye to break their will, or force their brain to believe they are in extreme pain as a way of torture. He is also able to make some weak willed individuals see things to dis-coordinate them or imbue fear. Unlike many dark side users he does not use force lightning, preffering to use the force to increase his combat abilities or to enter anothers mind.

Like his brother and father before him Achyls does not care much for blaster technology and is not very proficient with any size of blaster.

GEAR

Primary Saber -- Secondary Sword -- Combat Armour

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[Braden]

Expansion of Purpose​

The Protectorate must rise.

That is the words from the new Counselor, a born and bred military man he has spent the better part of fifty years abroad the bridge of a ship. Now he looks upon the small fleet assembler around Terminus and wonders what he can really do here. And so, we must rise and build. With the Kjlljk Drive Yards producing the needed smaller ships it is time for us to build up those we can truly use to strike fear into our enemies. The eyes of the Sith and Mandalorians are turned upon each other. The Jedi are waiting to strike, now is the time to move.


ASK: A Dance Among the Stars

Our shipments of ore from Polis Masa to our foundries in Terminus are being attacked by a group of pilots. We have tried escorting missions, which only works for a time and the ships are needed elsewhere. As such Arthon has devised a scheme to strike back. Two of the Protectorates finest pilots are to be hidden in the cargo holds of two ships and when the pirates attack you will destroy them.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: Protect the transports from attack, kill as many as possible.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVES: Disable a pirate ship and bring them back to Terminus for questioning.

PARTICIPANTS:


ASK: Plunder

Hoth has been the site of many a battle in the past, countless men and women have died in its skies, its surrounding asteroid field littered with the carcasses of ships. It is in the field that we are sending you, we have heard reports of a group of scavengers who are finding nearly intact ships among the wreckage. You are to head to the field with our Kontti-Class ship and see what you can find.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: Locate some of the damaged frigates which are still mostly intact and return them to Terminus.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVES: Try and locate the scavengers and bring them to our cause.

PARTICIPANTS:


ASK: A bullet for my Bow

Sullust and the SoroSubb Corporation are in need of help. They have been best from all sides by aggressive forces looking to take their ships, wealth and personnel. Through a Drake family contact they have enlisted the help of the Protectorate to help them fend off these attacks in exchange for monetary backing.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: Head to the SoroSubb's main compound which is under siege and defeat the attackers.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVES: Capture any of the assailants and bring them back to Terminus for more questioning.

PARTICIPANTS:


ASK/TACTICAL: The Battle of Skye

Skye is a planet to our Galactic West, it is currently ruled by the Highland and Lowland clans, but the Outland's outlaws and criminals have hired a fleet of mercenaries with the goal of gaining rule of the planet. Without an effective fleet they have contacted the nearest force, The Protectorate and seek our assistance.

PRIMARY OBJECTIVES: Take The Protectorate Fleet and engage and drive off the Outland Fleet.
SECONDARY OBJECTIVES: Destroy their flagship and with it the head of the Outland Clan, ending any future rebellion.

PARTICIPANTS: @Braden Drake

 

[Braden]

Lord Ophion Moirai

HOMEWORLD: Nihir
AFFILIATION: Paladin's of Mortis
RANK: Knight
F/S: Yes

SPECIES: Hapan
GENDER: Male
AGE: 32
HEIGHT: 1.81m
WEIGHT: 179lbs

STRENGTH:
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CONSTITUTION:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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BACKGROUND

Ophion and his twin Achlys where born to the noble family of Moirai on the planet of Nihir a devout family they were taught from a young age the histories and legends that defined the Church of Mortis. The family was strong and powerful though not one of the elite, they had served the church well over the past centuries. Ophion's great grand father had died fighting the Blackguard and many more of the Moirai had died before fighting before him.

Two years later a young brother Iapetus was born, he was a sickly child and Ophion's parents spent many a night in lock church praying for him to make it through and one day grow strong. He would make it through and though not as physically strong as his brothers but was as quick and smart as any on the planet.

At the age of eight both Ophion and Achlys were both taken as squires to prominent knights in the order. There training was tough and pushed them to the limites but over time they both passed their trials. During their training the two slowly drifted apart, Achlys began to question his faith and his training, it was not helped by his lazy guardian who would spend more time drinking and humping than training his squire. Left to his devices he become a cruel child and Ophion was the only one who could keep him in line, their fights at first friendly like siblings became bitter and soon from grapples and holds, punches and kicks to eventually blades where drawn.

The fight drew a crowd but no one wanted to stop it and as the story of their sibling rivalry began to spread across the crowd all that happened was bets where made. Finally Iapetus interrupted the fight and got both to stand down, but Ophion was still angry and throw a torid of insults at his brother, he lashed out striking at Ophion but Iapetus pushed him out of the way taking the fatal blow.

As his brother was laid to rest the two where brought before the Grand Master, his decsion was harsh forcing Ophion to spend a further two years as a squire after he was ready but harsher still on Achlys, some wished for him to be executed but with his brother's and father's testiomines kept him from death and he was only banished from Nirhir and the Paladin order.

Ophion did not see his brother for many more years, he eventually was Knighted and spent a short time fulfilling the role before the Fifth Blackguard war began. Fighting on the front line, he served and made both his family and the greater order proud, killing many Blackguard. But even though he fought bravely the order itself was slowly pushed back to Nihir. During the last battle of the war a familiar face appeared, Achlys had joined the Blackguard and helped lead the final assault where he would cut down his and Ophion's father and then help lead the charge against the Patriach and Grand Master.

Never able to get to each others through the throng of the last desperate fight, Ophion watched as Achlys slew many of his brothers in arms, before fleeing when the head of the Blackguard fell. Ophion watched as Helin took up the mantle as the new Grand Master. He was not one for power and the recent loss of his father ment that he had to take the lead of the Moirai family and at the moment that was enough for him. Ophion gathered the remainder of his family and those under his care and left with the new Grand Master into the void, wondering where his brother was.

PERSONALITY

Time, dedication and a strong whip have forced Ophion to become the man that he is, a strong and powerful Knight, devout to the Church and strong in his belief that what they stand for is just and right. His extended time among the squire caste has mean that he is a little behind in the cold and calculating nature of his fellow knights and is a little more carefree and fun loving when it comes to time outside of the battlefield.

The recent weight of his family leadership is taking its toll on the man inside, not ready for his father's death, his brothers betrayal and the family expectancy. He spends much of his time when alone in quiet thought wondering if his next move or his last move was the best thing for all involved.

After the incident with his younger brothers death he has trained himself to not rise easily to challenge or lash out aggressively, all to easily remembering the consequences of doing so. He tries to tutor those under him or around him the consequences of acting to fast or not thinking everything through.

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

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HEALING:
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SENSE:
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ENERGY MANIPULATION:
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MENTAL MANIPULATION:
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With extensive training behind him, Ophion is a strong and capable Knight in the Paladin Order. His powers both physical and with the force are refined towards combat, a longer than average squire-ship allowed him to master not only the single handed blade, but also the hand and a half sword and the war-hammer, both of which he still utilities in battle.

His extended time as a squire was also used serving under the sergeant-at-arms and in the forge with the smith's here he learned how to not only take better care of his equipment but also craft new pieces of it. Much of his current armor his forged by himself and those he worked closely with in his last years as a squire.

Even though he has used a blaster as his training required he has never had any real need or desire to train further beyond what was needed, as such his capabilities with them are limited to close quarters fighting and don't ask him to hit anything over 50 feet away.

GEAR

Primary Sword -- Secondary Sword -- Combat Armour



MOIRAI FAMILY

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Lord Pallas Moirai - Deceased - Ophion's father, Lord of the Moirai, brother to Astraeus and father to Ophion, Achlys and Iapetus, was slain in the Fifth Blackguard War by his own son Achlys.
Lady Rhae Moirai - Alive - Widow to Pallas and mother of Ophion, Achlys and Iapetus. She is currently helping Ophion in managing the remaining members of the Moirai family and there retainers.
Iapetus Moirai - Deceased - Youngest of Palla's children he was not destined to become a Knight due to his sickly nature but was touted as a new Patriach due to his extensive piety and knowledge. Was killed by Achlys whilst fighting with Ophion.

Ser Astraeus Moirai - Alive - Ophion's uncle a strong and dependent Knight who has served the order for over thirty years, younger brother to the deceased Pallas and father to Asteria and Eurybia.
Eos Moirai - Alive - Ophion's aunt by marriage to Astraues, she is the mother of Asteria and Eurybia.
Asteria Moirai - Alive - The oldest of Astraeus's two daughters she is a few years younger than Ophion, engaged to be married to an esteemed Knight who was killed during the Fifth Blackguard War.
Eurybia Moirai - Alive - Youngest of the Moirai children, she has only just reached adulthood and is the aspect of much scruitiny as her marriage as much as her sisters is needed to secure the Moriai line in this undetermined future.

Achlys Moirai - Alive - The fallen child of the Moirai and Ophion's twin, he was banished from the Paladin and Church lands of he committed patricide, he has since joined the Blackguard and helped lead the last assault of the Fifth Blackguard War, killing his father in the process.

 

[Braden]

Arthon Gawain Kyron

Drake XI​

"We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us."​

NAME: Arthon Gawain Kyron Drake XI
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 68
LOYALTY: The Kjlljk Protectorate
ROLE/RANK: Counselor

HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
WEIGHT: 95 kilograms
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown/Grey
EYE COLOR: Blue

BIRTH-WORLD: Alderaan
RESIDING: No Fixed Location

Life and History

[Chapter One - From Cradle to Combat]
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The Drake family is an ancient family on Alderaan, rivaled by only a few others like the Alde's, Organa's and the Antillies held the same history as the Drake's. It was said that the family itself had spread out across the galaxy, establishing branches on Serreno, Courscant and Dantooine. Though none had the same power and wealth than the Mother Family back on Alderaan, the family seat was to the North of the Cloudshape Falls in the great White Tooth Mountains. Their compounds surrounded the greatest of the Mountains and delved deep beneath it, the families lands were rich in rare crystals which formed the backbone of their wealth. The Drake's also held stakes in the Kuati shipyards, Courscant Banks and a number of other ventures both legal and illegal across the Old Republic.

Arthon was the third of eleven children, the oldest male, named after his Grandfather and the current head of the Drake household, Arthon Leon Drake X. From an early childhood he was groomed for great things, he was sent to Royal House of Bail during his formative years to receive the best education on the planet. His parents also hoped that he would grow close to the the young princess as well, securing the Drake's even more power on the planet.

After a top of the line education like all Drake's he was commanded to serve in the military, they were alternated generation by generation between the Army and the Navy. Alderaan had neither so they would always head to either Courscant or Kuat, Arthon's fate was the Kuati Navy, enrolling at seventeen. He attended their Naval College for two years before being assigned to his first post, the Kuati Ship The Reasonable, which was commanded by his Third Cousin Mattias Drake. Within two years at the age of twenty one he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander, the Reasonable had seen little action only smuggler chasing and a couple of bandit raids, but Arthon proved himself through constant smooth running of his departments and loyalty of his subordinates.

A year later he was re-assigned to the larger Kutai Ship The Never Ending, the ship itself never left the system and was a boring assignment. Arthon was convinced it was a paid for assignment by his family to keep him out of the firing line until his allotted ten years was finished. Luckily for him, that was not the case, a terrorist group decided that during one of the large planetary national holidays to attack one of the outlying docks and steal as many ships as possible. The Never Ending intercepted the group, Arthon commanded his team with exceptional skill, creating firing solutions on the forward turbo-lasers before the ship could even get into position. Once the main threat of ships was thrown off, the task of clearing the dock of enemy combatants appeared. The Never Ending clearing most of its personal had no real, infantry commanders, seeing the chance to once again prove himself, Arthon leapt to the challenge. His unit was able to clear the dock with some casualties, Arthon himself received blaster scaring to his chest.

The successful attack gained him recognition in both the Kuati military but its civilian government as well and was awarded the Kuati Cross of Valor. With this he was also given the rank of Commander and his own vessel for the first time. The remainder of his time in the Kuati military was uneventful and at twenty seven as was expected he returned to Alderaan to work on family affairs.

[Chapter Two - From Combat to Crib]​

On his return to Alderaan he was met with great fanfare, the heir was safely returned from combat and with merit to boot. Arthon was quickly brought up to speed in the family affairs, his grandfather had passed away and now the family estate was in the hands of his father. He had attended the funeral during a time of extended shore leave. But it was still strange to him to see the great family halls empty of his presence. He was given the command of the families shipping and transportation business, it had come under financial strain over the past decade and was not performing as well as the families other interests. It was test for the young Arthon and one that he struggled with it at first.

The change in life from military to civillian was a hard one, shouting and screaming did not get you as far and most of the employees were less than half as committed as the Naval Officers he was used to. It was a fine balance blending his training together, with what was the norm in the civilian world. During this time he was off planet majority, the shipping business being based out of the Rim world Bestine. During his time back on Alderaan he would be carrying out the usual engagements of a noble house. Dinning and entertaining other nobles, meeting with foreign diplomats and business owners and a light spot of gambling and gentleman games.

After two years the shipping business had turned itself around and was now operating at a good profit. It was still no match to the mining or gem trade, but it was a lot better than when he had started and in no danger of being closed. With his father now content with his son's abilities to take on the mantle of the Drake family, marriage was back on the table.

There were three candidates his father put forward as a suitable match. Love was not something the Nobles could afford and especially those of the ruling bloodline, the marriage would be political and hopefully in time, Arthon would learn to love them. First there was Melina Cortess the first daughter of the current ruler of the Cortess house, she was cute Arthon would give her that. But past her looks she had little to offer, he attended a handful of engagements for her before he decided that any life with her would be dull indeed. Second there was Emma Alde, she was perhaps the most highly sort after women on the planet, she was the sole heir to the Alde family estate and all its wealth, Emma was strongly pushed by his father and had been touted as a suit by his grandfather before him. But Arthon quickly saw the reason why she was single, although not ugly she was no means beautiful and her personality and demeanor was truly horrendous. The only child and sole heir had left her spoilt and she acted more like a child than a fully grown women, the single engagement they attended together could not be over quicker if Arthon tried.

The final women and the one who fit was his childhood friend Silara Organa, her family was no longer the ruling dynasty of Alderaan but she was still a perfect political ally, the sister of the head of the Organa family and a beauty as well. There was nothing that Arthon could find wrong with her, although the same could not be said in return. Silara found him obnoxious and arrogant, his constant tales of battles in Kuati Military wooed other women but not her. It would take almost a full year of courting before he broke through her hard outer layer. At thirty Arthon was engaged, Alderaan weddings were long things so he was not needed directly on the planet, he was instead sent to head up the mining operation on Bespin whilst both families arrange the wedding.

The wedding was a lavish affair, befitting nobility, there was six hundred guests in all and it took four days to complete. There was the pre-wedding dinner, the ceremony itself, the wedding breakfast and the three day long reception. It was all a blur and even to this day Arthon struggles to remember much of those days, not from alcohol it just all went so fast. Their honeymoon was at the prestigious Tropix resort on Dorumma, three weeks away from family and work just to the two of them. Just like the wedding it went to quick and they were soon back on Alderaan, Arthon was replaced on Bespin allowing him to spend more time with his wife, he was given charge of the Drake security forces on the planet. It was a small task, taking little effort or time, most of his time was taken up with official engagements around the planet with his wife and of course trying for a successor.

Arthon would have five children with Silara, Braden, Alexander, Ashe, Corneilla and Arthon. The oldest Alexander was born only a year after they were married. Soon though Arthon was growing bored, the family matters and estate was not enough to keep him entertained. He was missing something and soon he found what it was. It was the call of Space, the call of Command.

[Chapter Three - From Crib to Command]​

Although not happy Silara saw there was something missing in her husbands eyes and allowed him to once again enlist in the military. Like before he went off world, wishing for a new challenge he headed to Courscant. His family ties and Kuati record allowing him to enlist as a Commander. He was given the small corvette Liberty Skies and the task of patrolling for organised crime. He was Thirty One when he first heard the rumors that something was building in the Old Sith Space, though like most in the core he took as nothing but rumor and scoffed at the return of the Sith. The next five years were uneventful but the routine and the occasional skirmish was a balm to sooth the unknown wound in Arthon's heart. He would return when he was able to see Silara and his children grow up.

At thirty six, he once again thought of returning to Alderaan to try and live a simple life. He left his Command on Courscant having reached the rank of Captain and receiving the Republic Service Medal for his time there. He was on Alderaan for little more than six months before he was once again off searching for adventure. He found himself on the world of Bandomeer, surrounded by the growing threat of the Sith Brotherhood the Border Alliance began to form. Even though he was skeptical at first, the Border Alliance was welcoming an experienced Commander into their ranks. He was given the title of Commodore and would set about helping form the Border Alliance's fleet, running many drills between the worlds as they waited for the coming darkness.

For fifteen years he patrolled the lands bordering the growing Sith Brotherhood, their was the odd skirmish but nothing like the grand battles that he really wanted to witness or take part in. Nothing to write his name in history with. Arthon grew in statue and seniority in the fleet reaching the rank of Admiral. It was probably at the worst time for the Alliance that things changed on Alderaan which forced their Admiral to leave.

[Chapter Four - From Command to Chair]​

At fifty six Arthon became the head of the Drake family as his father left this world for the next. He received the Holo-Call whilst he was restocking on Bandomeer so it was easy for him to return home. At first Arthon wanted to return to the fleet as soon as he buried his father but on arriving at his family estate he realized that it would not be possible. He was now the focal point of one of the greatest noble houses on Alderaan, thousands if not tens of thousands of people depended on him for strength and leadership. The responsibility filled the void of star ship command, it allowed him to finally rest at ease at home.

The return of their father was difficult for most of the children, Braden and Alexander had become bitter of their father in his constant absence and his returned signaled the political marriages of Ashe and Corneilla. Only little Arthon seemed truly pleased to see him, even Silara took time to warm back up to her husbands prescene. In time Ashe and Corneilla married, Alexander left to carry out his military service, Braden was sent to Bespiin and things fell into a norm.

He was sixty when the war began, the Sith pouring from the outer regions of the galaxy.

[Chapter Five - From Chair to Command]​

Silara kept Arthon away from the battle to begin with, playing on his need to keep their people safe as a reason for him to stay. It would stay like that for a while until it was clear the Republic was loosing, with the creation of the Republic Army and Navy, Arthon could finally stand aside no longer. Recalling Braden from Bespin he gave his son temporary charge of the Drake Estate as he relisted in the military. Given the Rank of Admiral again he led the line in the defense of the Republic.

For a little over a year he fought against the Sith, it was a desperate fight. Constantly on a back foot, only the pompous Jedi gave them any hope in defeating the Sith and they only gave a half-hearted attempt at the job. Half of them staying behind to pray and contemplate whilst millions of people died trying to quell a tide of evil.

Soon it all came crashing down, Arthon fought in the defense of Courscant during the final days of the Republic. He commanded his part of the fleet amicably before the capital fell. Defeated he surrendered to the Sith leadership to prevent the death of any more of his men.

Due to his prowess and leadership skills Arthon was spared the chopping block and was offered a place within the new Sith Empire. However with his desire to fight gone and his wife calling him home. He turned them down and returned to Alderaan to spend his final days in peace.

[Chapter Six - From Command to Peace to Command]​

The interwar years were a peaceful time for Arthon, he watched the first of his Grandchildren come into the world, swiftly followed by others. His life was happy for the first time in his whole life he did not feel the pull of combat, the desire to stand upon a ships bridge, to bark orders. For four years life moved forward with constant smiles, until the death of his wife.

It wasn't murder, nor was it all natural, it was heart break. Arthon, his youngest son had become caught up with a group of anti Imperial's and had paid the price. Arthon himself had never approved of his son's choices but he to was heart broken and angry and with his wife dead, the pull returned. The bridge called and an enemy began forming in his mind. That of the Empire, but he did not know where to turn, the Jedi where an army of force users, the Mandalorians held physical might to highly.

But a friend told him of another group on the outer rim, they were creating a small area of space free of the Empire and the Jedi. Perhaps this was his place, perhaps with them he could seek out his final act. And deal a little heartache to the Empire.

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Skills and Abilities​

"Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you.""​

Physical

Arthon has never been a physical person, his life was spent on the bridge of the ship, he could run and he done some hand to hand combat in his earlier years, though much of this has moved to the side in his age. Good with a blaster pistol, his eyesight and aim are still true at a good distance and has been known to sport a heavy repeating blaster when letting off some steam in the shooting ranges.

Mental

A military strategist through and through, Arthon has spent decades in the field of battle. Commanding ships since he was a young man, he has an excellent grasp of the rules of engagement. Charismatic he knows what to say to get the most out those beneath him, be it a gentle touch, a quick push or a stern lash of the tongue.

A bookish person, when in his quarters he prefers to read, be it fiction, non-fiction or that days ship wide reports. Nothing is to complex or simple if in written text for him to be intrigued. Because of this he had learned a variety of languages in his time.

Personality and Traits

"Who dares, Wins!"​

Appearance

A little under six foot, Arthon has a reasonable build for someone of his age, a decent bit of muscle from an active life, but the degrading of age. He has lost his hair a long time ago, but when it was full it was dark brown, his beard when grown is half brown half grey. He is usually dressed in uniform, his casual wear very similar, dark, plain and to the point.


Personality

Stern, Proud, Determined. Perhaps an ideal candidate for the empire, Arthon is the archetypal military man. He likes to shout, bark orders and get things done. But he also enjoys the finer things in life, be it good food, wine, friends or family. He is caring and compassionate about those close to him, his family matters to him above all else. If one of them called he would come running, but he also calls those under his command on his ship his family.

Gear & Assets​

B-8R Blaster Pistol
EMP Grenade [2]
Vibro-knife
Drake Family Estate

Roleplays​

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Affiliation: N/A

Ownership: Available within Sith Space or to all Sith Aligned governments or corporations

Intent: To create along with a blaster carbine and blaster rifle a set of weapons to be used by Sith, SBZ or so aligned characters in our quest for destruction of the republic.

Model: Ardan Royal Weapon Systems - DY-119 Light Blaster

Type: Light Blaster

Size: The DY-119 is an average sized blaster, easily held within one or hand or two for good measure

Composition: Duraplast

Range: Optimum range 35 Meters

Ammunition Capacity: 22 Rounds

Description:
One of the Great Three weapons designed by Dynast Weapons Systems, the DY-119 Light Blaster, is a great all purpose blaster pistol. Easy to maintain and with a large number supplied to the Scared Band of Ziost there are always spare parts lying around for the weapon. The DY-119 works with all major power backs in the Outer Rim as well as those on its sister weapons the DY-212 Combat Carbine and the DY-333 Rifle. Only available in Semi-Automatic.

Affiliation: N/A

Ownership: Available within Sith Space or to all Sith Aligned governments or corporations

Intent: To create along with a blaster pistol and blaster rifle a set of weapons to be used by Sith, SBZ or so aligned characters in our quest for destruction of the republic.

Model: Ardan Royal Weapon Systems - DY-212 Combat Carbine

Type: Close Quarter Combat Carbine Rifle

Size: About 27 Inches in Length, the DY-212 is able to carried easily along with another main line weapon.

Composition: Duraplast

Range: Optimum range 150-200 meters

Ammunition Capacity: 48 Rounds

Description:
One of the Great Three weapons designed by Dynast Weapons Systems, the DY-212 Combat Carbine, is a great close quarter weapon allowing the owner to achieve superiority in the combat zone quickly and effectively. Easy to maintain and with a large number supplied to the Scared Band of Ziost there are always spare parts lying around for the weapon. The DY-212 works with all major power backs in the Outer Rim as well as those on its sister weapons the DY-119 Light Blaster and the DY-333 Rifle. Available in Semi-Automatic or Fully Automatic.

Affiliation: N/A

Ownership: Available within Sith Space or to all Sith Aligned governments or corporations

Intent: To create along with a blaster pistol and blaster carbine a set of weapons to be used by Sith, SBZ or so aligned characters in our quest for destruction of the republic.

Model: Ardan Royal Weapon Systems - DY-333 Rifle

Type: Blaster Rifle

Size: At about 40 inches long, the DY-333 is able to me moved easily around the battle field and hung across the back whilst not in use.

Composition: Duraplast

Range: Optimum range 250-450 Meters

Ammunition Capacity: 32 Rounds

Description:
One of the Great Three weapons designed by Dynast Weapons Systems, the DY-333 Rifle, is a powerful battle rifle able to clear the field in the hands of skilled operator. Easy to maintain and with a large number supplied to the Scared Band of Ziost there are always spare parts lying around for the weapon. The DY-333 works with all major power backs in the Outer Rim as well as those on its sister weapons the DY-212 Combat Carbine and the DY-119 Blaster Pistol. Only available in Semi-Automatic.

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Corneila Onyx​

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NAME: Corneila Onyx
TITLES: Undecided
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Female
AGE: 21
LOYALTY: Exiles
ROLE/RANK: Unknown

HEIGHT: Unknown
WEIGHT: Unknown
HAIR COLOR: Unknown
EYE COLOR: Unknown
PROSTHETIC'S:

BIRTH-WORLD: Unknown
RESIDING: Unknown

Life and History

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Skills and Abilities​

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Personality and Traits

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Appearance



Personality

Gear & Assets​

Roleplays​

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Vesh Onyx​

"There is no good and evil. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it."​

NAME: Vesh Onyx
TITLES: Architect of Tython
SPECIES: Pau'an
GENDER: Male
AGE: 37
LOYALTY: Sith Empire
ROLE/RANK: Sith Priest

HEIGHT: 2.01 meters
WEIGHT: 97 kilograms
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
PROSTHETIC'S:

BIRTH-WORLD: Ziost
RESIDING: Dromund Kaas

Life and History

[Chapter One - Crippled Child]​

Ziost, a desperate place in the fledgling Sith Brotherhood, a land of bitter and constant war. A place where only the strong and lucky survive. Vesh was not born lucky, he was born sickly, deformed, an experimenter of the Dark Side. His father had wished to use the power of the force to augment his child's abilities both in the force and physical. He would spend hours a day working the force on the unborn infant, his mother an unwilling vessel to the creature inside her. They had been in love once, but that was before she knew the tormented soul that resided within Vesh's father.

When he was born, his father did not want him he was not the perfect being he desired, his head was deformed and his body thin and weak. His mother detesting even the sight of him after all the torment she had gone through killed herself a few hours after she gave birth. Left for dead, Vesh was expected to die, it was only the fact another Sith was in the hospital that day that saved the small flame that was Vesh from being snuffed out. He was not a kind man, as their was no room for kindness in the Sith, but he could feel the potential in the baby, perhaps it was a small force signature or the knowledge of how much hate and anger he would one day posses. That made him take Vesh back to Korriban.

He was given to the care of a number of the Sith's slaves, who were given the task of raising the child until he reached the age of seven. He would be given the same treatment of the slaves around him, another tactic to help breed the hate inside. At age seven Vesh was taken to his first set of training, it was physical something his body was not keen to endure, forcing him to fall behind the rest of the group he trained with. Soon though he moved from physical to aspects in the force and the mind. Here Vesh began to excel leaving all those who ran out in front of him before, only mere specks in the dust behind him.

This pattern repeated itself until the age of fifteen, lacking in the physical department but excelling in art of the force and the mind.

[Chapter Two - Birth of a Deamon]​

At the age of fifteen Vesh was moved away from the more general classes and was chosen by a Sith Marauder to become his apprentice. The Marauder worked closely with the man who had half adopted him. He, like Vesh was not a physical man, but one of the mind and of the spirit. Vesh would apprentice the man for six years, spending time not only on Korriban but across the outer rim, running errands for the Brotherhood, destroying enemy's, propping up allies and uncovering the secrets of the Dark Side long since lost.

[Chapter Three - Architect of Tython]
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As the Brotherhood pushed further to its end goal, their became talk among the higher echelons about launching a decisive strike against the Jedi Order. Vesh was one of the key contributors to the so called super weapon which the Sith launched from Ilum. He was at the center of the ritual contributing his great knowledge of the Dark Side to those who led it. After the ritual was complete, he was physically drained from the ordeal and retreated back to his estates on Dromund Kaas. Disgusted at how weak his body was, Vesh was determined to find a way to strengthen himself, gathering around himself a set of loyal followers, he lay in wait developing his skills, advancing his knowledge to once again he could venture out into the galaxy and douse it in the energy of the Dark Side.

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Skills and Abilities​

"Never draw the line, always push it further, even past death, into the realm of immortality.""​

Vesh is considered to be one of the preeminent Sith Priest's in the Empire, surpassing many who have been practioning in the Dark Side for decades longer than himself. Since childhood he has stood out a master of the force and of the mind. His physical body lacking the muscle power to compete with some of his fellow Sith Maruaders he has delved solely into the depths of the Dark Side to further his goal of immortality.

• Force Mastery: Even at a young age, Vesh was a potent user of the force, able to channel his will through it. Over time he became a master at it, being able to move objects multiple times he weight with thought alone, communicate with animals and force them to do his bidding as well as augment his physically weak body with the force. He his ability to manipulate the force within another body is very powerful even among his peers, he is able to constrict certain parts of the body, be it externally to put pressure on the skin, or internally constructing an organ or a blood vessel.
• The Dark Side: Vested soley in the depths of the Dark Side of the force and all its positives and negatives, Vesh is a talented Sith Sorcerer. He has been able to learn a large variety of different skills in the darker side of the force. Travelling across Sith Space and beyond he has trained with sects dedicated to all aspects of the Dark Side, including those who use alchmey, runes and the Dathmorian magicks. He is easily able to harness the abilities of lightning and fire. The former taking on a twisted green taint when used, perhaps a product of his fathers manipulations when he was still in his mothers womb.
• Poisons: As part of his training on Korriban and the lands beyond he has developed a great knowledge of poisons and antidotes, combined with his ability with the force, he is even able to cure the affects of Synox Poison, which can usually kill within minutes.
• Light-saber Combat: Unlike many of his peers who focused on trained us of specific styles of combat, Vesh prefers to utilize the Dun Möch style, this based on physiological torment of the opponent. Goading them into attacks or to move out of their comfort zone. Vesh has also practiced Form II and Form III which he used in conjunction with Dun Möch.
• Machines: Even though droids make up much of his companionship, Vesh is not well versed in the ability to construct or repair mechanical objects, preferring to make others do it for him. He is also not great at controlling many vehicles, only being able to pilot a speeder bike and car to average ability.
• Biology: Taking a fascination in creating an immortal body, Vesh has heavily studied the biology of many species. Combining this with his talent in Alchemy and the Dark Side as a whole he has created a number of small vicious creatures to serve his bidding.
• Physicality: Vesh's body is physically weak, not being able to handle the full strains of hard labor, long march's are a no go as well as strenuous physical activities. Instead the force provides for him. This is shown in his light-saber style which uses the least physical strain possible instead waiting for the opponent to tire themselves out before striking.

Personality and Traits

"These eyes, they are the last thing you wlil see."​

Appearance

Standing Standing six and a half feet tall, with a bony weak looking appearance, pale skin and red and yellow eyes. Vesh often looks like what some of the common folk refer to as the reaper of death. He has a constant cough which is not helped by his continuously bad habit of smoke death sticks. The cough is thought to be from his fathers experiments before he was born. Parts of his skin are blacked with the taint of the Dark Side, a physical manifestation of the toll it takes on his body.

He usually wears dark clothes, be them robes or suits, they are high quality, sometimes dark precious stones are woven into the fabric to show his power.


Personality

Like many Sith he craves power, though his reasons are different than many. He craves it not to crush his enemies, belittle those beneath him or flaunt it in front of others, although he does all of these anyway but his true wish and desire is to raise himself up above everyone, be them Sith, Jedi, Republic or Imperial. Vesh seeks immortality, both through deeds or an immortal body, he spends much of his time researching into the depths of the Dark Side, he spends hours in the crypts beneath Moraband's surface searching for lost secrets and texts.

His private estate on Dromond Kaas, reeks of the Dark Side. It is here where he practices his Dark Arts. Everything from Runesmithing, Alchemy, Torture, Biology and pure force power.

Gear & Assets​

A single Indigo saber
Multiple Robes and Suits
Dromond Kaas Estate

Roleplays​

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SPECIES: Ashasri (Human)
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Anything Goes
AGE: 29 (Physical Age)
HEIGHT: 6'
WEIGHT: 180 lbs
NAME: Lord Aeon
NICKNAME: The Immortal Dark One, The Blue Eyed Sith, Dros Kor
TITLE: Sith Sorceror
FACTION: Sith Brotherhood
RANK: Sith Lord
HOMEWORLD: Ashas Ree

Personality​

Aeon is closed off to many when it comes to a personal stand point. Even though he spent over seventy years without her and it has now been nearly six hundred since Seyna's death still ways heavy upon the Sith Lord. Those inside his inner circle are the only ones who know about his true pain over the loss of Seyna, though in his new world none still live.

Aeon is a born and bred Sith, he was brought up in the height of its Empire and he remembers those days fondly, he is all that a Sith desires to be, passionate, powerful and an never ending sustenance to further himself. He prides himself on his knowledge in the force both practical and mystic, he has been taught Alchemy and Runecraft by some of the most secluded sects of the Dark Side and always looks to further his knowledge.

Aeon's confidence is evident in everything he does from the way he walks to the way he speaks, he is truly a master of himself understanding that he is powerful and that anyone around him should know it. His confidence does not transfer into arrogance however, he understands his limitations especially since he return to the grave and will bow to those he understands that there are those more powerful than him. If only to bide his time before he takes there place.

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Appearance​

At a little under six foot high, with a strong yet supple physic, Aeon does not look like a man who is over six hundred years old. His endless supply of life energy he drains from his subjects keeps his body in its prime, seeming to be around the age of twenty eight to thirty. His body does have its limits though and will start to age rapidly if he strains it either physically or through the force.

He has dark brown hair which is kept to a medium length, pulled back from his face. Aeon's mastery of the dark-side has allowed him forgo the usual tainting of the eyes usually seen in the ranks of the Sith and instead they appear a bright blue.

His usual dress outside of combat is more on the fanciful side than the practical or imposing, consisting of bright colors and bold patterns, he aims to impress on first looks, something which suits well in the budding empire.

Skills And Abilities​

Lightsaber Combat

Even though he was once one of the most powerful force users in the galaxy, Aeon has never been a slouch with a blade. Preferring the use of an edged weapon over a light-saber, though also proficient with the later. He specializes in Form II, Makashi, The Way of the Ysalamiri, it is solely developed for the purpose of lightsaber to lightsaber combat, something which was extremely prevalent during the previous Sith wars. Keeping the weapon close to his body it allows a user to defend and attack with minimal effort. Aeon's physical appearance and supple body allows him to use the form to great effect moving to avoid strikes as much as blocking them.

Aeon has also developed considerable skill in Form V, allowing him to defend against a multitude of attacks from different directions, primarily used during his short periods on the real front line against a large array of blaster wielding combatants.

Force Combat

The real power behind Aeon is The Force, though he is still far away from his full strength he is still a powerful force user in his own right. Some of the powers he has been able to re-establish connection with is, telekinesis, force augments such as speed, power and reflexes as well as Sith Lightning.

Force Skills

Aeon's two most defining abilities are his mastery in Sith Alchemy/Runesmithing and his ability to drain the force from a person to extend his own life.

Sith Alchemy/Runesmith

Aeon was one of the most influential and creative Runesmiths during the height of the old Sith Empire, a powerful user of Force-Forging, crafting many weapons, armor and talismans for his strongest supporters. These items became highly sort after leading many of his supporters to be assassinated after Aeon's death just to gain possession of them.

Two of his greatest achievements was his personal sword and crown. These have been lost to him since his death and he is currently searching for them.

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Ancient History​

The Human that would become the Immortal Sith Lord Aeon was born upon the planet Ashas Ree over a half millennia ago. He was born the middle child of a lower class Sith Warrior Dram Kor and his non force sensitive wife Lornal Kor. Even from birth there was something different about Dros, as a baby his emotions always seemed to be followed by some kind of extreme occurrence in the village. At the age of five Dros began to manifest his power in the force, he was able to move items with his mind far beyond even his classically trained father, animals seemed to listen to him be them domestic, wild, herbivore or carnivore. His father wary of his Son's growing powers sought help in his master Lord Mantor, the Sith saw something in the child but even he could not tell what it was. He chose to not take the boy away but instead watch him from a distance.

A few years into Lord Mantor's watch he decided that the boy needed a test, something to really see if he was worth all the attention and time. He organised for Dros and both of his siblings to be kidnapped and taken to a secret facility. Once inside Dros was bound as the kidnappers began to torture his older sister, Dros fed on his sister's pain, his younger brother's fear and the kidnappers pleasure. He tore the bindings to threads with the force before snapping the necks of the kidnappers, his siblings were in pure shock and terror of what there brother had done. They could not speak of what had happened there fear was so great, as when each man's neck snapped Dros had laughed like he had just kicked a stone into a lake. Mantor had installed cameras in the building and saw everything and from that he decided that the boy was good enough for him and sent for Dros the next day.

Dros would begin his training under the Sith Lord aboard his flagship 'Dread's Eye', Mantor was tasked with tackling some of the last hold outs against the great Sith Empire in the far west of the galaxy. Dros was thrown into the forefront of the battle, leading the charge at only ten years old, his training was a mix of front line service with Mantor's troops, study with his army of scholars and librarians and one to one force training wit the Sith Lord himself. Dros spent six years on the front lines with Mantor, he did not see or hear from his family or anyone on Ashas Ree the only contact he had with those outside of Mantor's service was reading of the battle orders and updates from of the other fronts.

At sixteen Mantor was called back from the front, his service had brought him elevation in the eyes of the leaders of the Empire. Returning to the capital of Courscant, Mantor gave Dros pride of the place at his right hand side, the true arm of the Sith Lord. Landing on the planet Dros was introduced to a new form of combat, that of politics, even Mantor was not an expert in these but he learned quickly and Dros was at the forefront of his plans upon the planet. He was his instrument, delivering messages both verbal and physical as well as being sent out across the core for his master. At the age of twenty Dros was one of the most influential and powerful members in the dark corners of Courscant and the political war being waged in the light. This brought Dros's one true love into his life, though he would not know it then, she was a Sith Apprentice like himself yet not nearly as powerful in the force as him. Her name was Seyna Vaylin, she was apprenticed to one of Mantor's allies in the empire so the two crossed paths regularly, though at first it was only a working relationship there was always an underlying sexual tension between the two though it did not manifest for a few more years.

During Mantor's time on Courscant, Dros was sent back to the Western front to complete the capture of the planet Hoth were a stubborn rebellion had held of Mantor's replacement. Dros used his extreme powers in the dark side to crush the rebellion and its Jedi protectors. After a few more years working on Courscant under Mantor, Dros was finally elevated from the mantle of apprentice to that of a fully fledged Sith. He was able to gather his own minions below him and also to freely seek Seyna's hand. They had grown extremely attached over that time and had become interment a year or so before, their love was pure and passionate a love that only a Sith could have, with no limitations or restraints. He took Seyna as his bride at twenty four, his new found power allowed him to rise steadily in the ranks of Courscant but before long he knew that he would need to leave the Capital and head to one of the fronts to grow his renown and fortune in battle.

Dros headed north for the western front was now a series of endless sieges nothing were one could grow there fame, with his growing force behind him Dros led the attack on Ord Mantel and Ithor, slaying rebels and Jedi with Sword and Force alike. His power in the force grew and did it so did a life inside Seyna, he sent her back to Courscant to keep her safe whilst he finished Ithor. But little did he know that was the last time he would see her. Seyna died in childbirth along with his son, he never named him for it was deemed bad luck upon Ashas Ree, to name a child before birth and even though he had not stepped foot on the planet in nearly twenty years some of its traditions still held onto him. Mad with grief, he threw into a Rage destroying the command platform of his flagship, the resulting damage to the systems forced the ship to be scrapped. He left the front and headed East into the ancient heartland of the Sith. Ever since his first days aboard Mantor's ship he had heard rumors of sects of force wielders who could manipulate the force far beyond what any classically trained Sith could imagine. The body of Seyna was cryo frozen and kept with him upon his new flagship 'Seyna' as he traveled in search of a way to bring her back to life.

Dros would spend almost a decade roaming the ancient hyperway's of the Sith learning all he could from there secret cults, he learned alchmey and runescraft, each promising him his beloved back but none even close to achieving it. The final location was the one that offered him the best chance, a tribe of Sith that focused upon the usage of another's life force. They would drain the life out of there slaves and use it to extend there life force, they said that if someone gathers enough life force they could bring the dead back to life. Dros would spend a year training with the Sith Sect mastering the ability to drain the life force, every time he drained another his body seemed to move back in time to rejuvenate to his peak form. Finally he believed he was ready, over a hundred souls were brought before him along with the cyro frozen Seyna, as she was thawed he took there lives and tried to transfer it into Seyna but it was no use. The power they had promised him was nothing but a dream and in his anger and his hate combined with the power of a hundred souls was let loose on the cult, he cut there soldiers down, snapped there slaves necks and drained the masters souls.

The essence of all those lives changed him, both mentally and physically, he was now at his peak condition, appearing about twenty eight, his body was an elegant balance of power and speed. His mind had expanded with some of the knowledge sucked from the Sith Cult's minds and his immense ability in the force was only amplified by the residue of the souls within him. The draw back he found was that now his body needed a daily sacrifice to keep him in that condition. His grief at finally losing Seyna hardened his soul, he returned to Courscant. His fame and fortune depleted by his time away from the center of Sith power but his new found strength allowed him to rocket up the ranks.

After only a year he had reached the rank of Lord and was given the name Aeon, now in direct contact with his old master Aeon would continue his rise. A silent war was waged between the two, fought in the shadows, though Mantor had more resources than his old apprentice he had never spent any time in the shadows like Aeon had and this personal knowledge allowed him to gain the upper hand and slowly chip away at his power base. Finally Aeon defeated his old master, taking his flagship as his own.

Now a powerful Sith Lord Aeon chose to head back to the front, Ithor has been retaken by the rebels. Aeon led a fire bomb campaign on the planet destroying the rebels in only a matter of weeks. Aeon also took the planets of Ord Cantell, Orinda and Phaeda. With these four planets Aeon began his Moffdom. He transformed the small sector of the Sith Empire into his own Kingdom, he was sent daily slaves to drain of life monuments were built in his honor and he lived like this for fifty years, his body still in its pristine state.

During the isolation in his Kingdom the Sith Empire stayed stable neither expanding or contracting in its dominance of the galaxy. Bored of his life in his Moffdom he headed back to the old seat of the empire, he wanted something he could not create himself. He knew alchmey and runescraft but compared to some of the cult's he had visited he knew next to nothing. He desired an item that would match his power and match his ability in the force, he wished for a sword and a crown. It took years to create the items, crafting them from some of the rarest metals in the universe, interlaced with Sith alchmey and runes, they like there master would never age nor dull and would enhance there masters strength in battle.

Returning to the center of the Sith Empire, with his power enhanced by these powerful items Aeon began to claim ever higher in the ranks of the Sith. He fought two campaigns in the North on Ketaris and Agnmar which were both folded into the Sith empire and Aeon's personal Kingdom within it. His power was almost unmatched within the Sith, he had lived nearly ninety years longer than many of the other Sith around him and held experience far greater than some of the others who were fighting to rise onto the Dark Council. He fought a three way Arauk'Kesh with two of the other Sith Lord's looking to gain a place upon the council, one was slain by his blade the other his mind crushed by Aeon's will alone. The Sith's mind was shattered so entirely that he became a walking zombie, Aeon kept him around as a warning to others who opposed him.

Taking his seat upon the Dark Council Aeon was able to push the ever lasting war in the direction he chose. More and more resources were put upon the Northern front expanding his own personal domain as they suffered in his rivals lands to the West and South. His tactical maneuvering and endless winning streak put him in the eyes of the Sith Emperor, who was not only impressed but scared of the rising Sith.

Scared of his potential replacement the Sith Emperor began a quiet attack against Aeon and his assets, he vetoed many of Aeon's proposals, placed less trained Sith in powerful positions to oppose him and supported others in the Dark Council who had been weakened by Aeon over the past years. Finally word got to Aeon about the Emperor's plans, not one to avoid confrontation and in full acknowledgement of his own power he openly threatened the Emperor before the Council. They were stunned to silence, not willing to take a side, believing that an Arauk'Kesh would take place between the two. However the Emperor did not take the bait and only continued with the meeting, instead he invited Aeon to his personal chambers to discuss there situation.

The discussion however was a trap, the Emperor had summoned his most powerful followers and disguised them as Jedi. His plan was to kill Aeon and blame it upon the old enemy, he to would be wounded but able to survive thanks to Aeon's valiant effort. The trap did not go according to plan, Aeon un-trusting of the Emperor noticed the trap before it was sprung. He was able to kill the fake Jedi, sucking out there essence, a small fragment of thier memories seeped into his mind revealing the Emperors treachery, turning on him, the two burst into a vicious duel, both physical and mental. Finally Aeon succeeded in overpowering the enemy, not content on just slaying him he placed his hands on the Emperor's head and sucked all the life from his body.

The overload of force energy was to much for his body to handle, his mind froze and with it his body. When the emperors guards found them the next day, they took it for the ruse that it was that the Jedi had snuck onto Courscant and killed not only the Emperor but his most likely replacement. Both Aeon and the Emperor were returned to Moraband and entered in there own tombs, though Aeon was not dead the mass of force energy had forced him into an eternal slumber.

Modern History​

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When the Archaist Vershin conjured his wicked spell upon Moraband, the release of dark side energies ripped through the cocoon that surrounded Aeon. As he awoke pain was all he could feel, his body had been ravaged by time, almost a husk he fell from the table that he lay upon. All around him dust from decayed food lay, a last great offering to the Sith Lord. He crawled on his hands and knees to entrance to the tomb, it was sealed shut and in that moment Aeon thought it was all over. Before he heard the sound of footsteps, two soldiers from the ceremony were walking through the graves. With the last of his energy he gripped one man with the force and sucked the life from his body. As the life force flowed through him he gripped the mind of the second solider, bending him to his will. He set the man a task, to go gather more soldiers and return to open the tomb. The solider left and returned shortly with half a dozen more soldiers, once they opened the tomb Aeon sucked the life from them.

Gathering himself Aeon left the confines of Moraband to once again seek to rule the Sith and the Galaxy, as the Sith Brotherhood slowly formed itself into an Empire, it left ample space for Aeon to establish himself behind the backs of the Dark Lord and Emperor himself. Even though years later and countless souls devoured he was still only a shadow of his previous power, he still needed the essence of more powerful souls and his two powerful objects, his Sword and Crown.

His age old knowledge allowed him to help lead the charge against the fledgling Republic and Jedi Order, winning many battles and worlds, enfolding them into the growing Empire. With fame and Glory behind him, Aeon rose through the ranks and to the doors of the Dark Council Chamber.

 

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The Vesh Estate
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The Vesh estate is built in the mountains to the South East of Kaas City the capital of Dromund Kaas. The compound stretches over a square mile, the center below the main mansion sits an ancient Sith burial ground, the long dead Sith adding their Dark Side energies to Vesh and his subordinates own, making it a prime point to carry out the experiments he deems necessary. At the moment the estate is very spread out with the the various labs in different corners of the Estate.

The estate is primarily financed by money from the Sith Empire, due to research carried out there. But is also financed by Vesh's own personal gains.​

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Estate Buildings

Vesh's Mansion

Vesh's private home, it is situated over an ancient Sith Burial ground at the heart of the Estate, it was the first building built on the estate by Vesh. With nine bedrooms, seven bathrooms and a number of other living chambers over two floors, the building is clearly meant for more than its solitary occupier. The mansion is staffed by droids only. The only rooms other mortals are allowed in is the main antechamber and a few set rooms set aside for meetings on the ground floor.


Main Lab

The sole building that was here before Vesh purchased the land, the Main Lab has been significantly expanded since Vesh returned from Ilum to house all of his experiments. Their is a half dozen main chambers built to survive the full power of a Sith on the loose. There is a large prison cell set to one side for his unwilling subjects as well as a small area for animals to the rear. Most maintenance is carried out by droids with the physical experimentation carried out by Vesh, Lorral and her small team. Lorral is the only person who resides in the lab at night, with her own small quarters off the lab.


Robotics Lab

First beginning as a maintenance depo for the droids who served the rest of the estate, the Robotics Lab has expanded into an area of experimentation in Robotics. Vesh spends little time here and Mangot is given almost full reign over the facility and what it accomplishes.


Security Depo

Housed by the main gate from Kaas City the Security Depo is the real center of the estate and is easily connected to all of the other rooms. Built by Theodora after she was brought on board by Vesh to defend the Estate in his absence. It has a large warehouse to store weapons and armor and a large garage where the Estates vehicles are kept. The security team under Theodora numbers at ten.


Barracks

Situated between the Depo and the Main Lab, the barracks is one of the newer buildings after staffing increased at the Estate and Vesh was convinced they needed some proper sleeping arrangements. It is above average for a military barracks but is still not hotel grade.


Dock

Built next to the Depo, the Dock houses the Estate's ships, it has four launch pads, the two fighters and Icarus are always stationed on three of the platforms with one of the Aggressor's rotating in.


Estate Personal

Mangot Ren - Head of Robotics


Mangot is a Zabrakian male, severely scared from his time before being under Vesh's leadership, so much so he always wears a mask. A natural in robotics, he served the Brotherhood in the creation of its many battle and automation droids as well as designing some of the code on its star ships. Mangot came to Vesh's service after the evolution of the Empire, with more disposable soldiers to put to the field the droids became less of a factor in the Empires plans and as such Mangot was pushed aside. With no force ability and no rank among the military he was left rot on a space port repair station until he was brought into the fold.

Theodora Markquix - Head of Security


A hard women Theodora is as tough as a Sith and more intelligent than most. An ex member of the scared band, she fought in countless bouts of combat both with internal and external threats to the Brotherhood. She was present on Ilum during the ritual that caused the destruction on Tyhton and was tasked to Vesh's detachment. She personally supervised his return to Dromund Kaas and stopped an assassination on the nearly unconscious Sith. This earned Vesh's respect and trust, after his recovery he petitioned the Sith leadership to have Theodora released from active service before bringing her in as his own head of security.

Lorral Kresh - Head of Biological Studies


Lorral is the only other known force sensitive on the Vesh Estate, he has a passion for the biological arts since he was a child and spent much of his training under the Sith developing skills that effect a person biology. Being an active member of the Sith hierarchy, Lorral came to Vesh's attention when he to was studying biology for his attempt to create a perfect body and the two worked together for a time before the ritual on Illum. After Vesh's return to Dromund Kaas, he looked to build his team and Lorral was the first person to come to his mind. It took little to convince him to join, with the promise of funds and nearly free reign to do as he wish, Lorral begged Vesh to join him.




Estate Vehicles

3x Aggressor-Class Attack Craft
2x X-57-Class Starfighter
1x Icarus-Class Star Courier

2x Luxury Speeders
4x Standard Land Speeders
5x Vargr-Type Swoop Bikes

3x Light Walkers
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Julius Magnus Drake​

"We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us."​

NAME: Julius Magnus Drake
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Human
AGE: 32
LOYALTY: Mandalorian Dominion
ROLE/RANK: Commando

HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
WEIGHT: 95 kilograms
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Blue
PROSTHETIC'S: Right Arm, Left Leg
FACE CLAIM: Right Arm, Left Leg

BIRTH-WORLD: Serreno
RESIDING: No Fixed Location

Life and History

[Chapter One - Birth to Warrior]​

Born on the planet Serenno, Julius was born the first of three brothers to Braden and Corneilla Drake. He attended the local primary and secondary school leaving with good grades across the board. His parents initially pushed him towards an academic career and so Julius attended college, though after the first year he felt disillusioned with studying he dropped out to the ire of his parents. Unsure of what he wanted to do, he initially began work as a manual laborer. One day on his way home from work he was met by a local recruiter for the Serenno military, the man was good at his job and within a few minutes he was signing up. Again his parents were not pleased at his life choices but choose to grin and bear it as his younger brother had decided to choose an academic life.

Julius joined the military and quickly rose through the ranks over the coming years, specializing in low orbit drops, infiltration and advanced tactics. At the age of twenty four his military career was brought to an end, during a counter-terrorism exercise he was hit by a explosive device which shredded his right arm. The arm had to be amputated and he was given a prosthetic arm to replace it, he was given a medical discharge forcing him to return to his parents. They were not very welcoming, his younger brother Marcus had chosen to follow him into the military and not pursue an academic career like his middle brother Pompias, believing his injury as payback for leading his younger brother astray.
"Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons."
Choosing to spend as little time as he could at his parents he left them and Serenno, heading into Sith space an old acquaintance in the military setting him up with a contact on Ziost he began the long struggle to join the scared band. Two years later he was accepted, the head and saber of a Sith the price for his acceptance.

It has been a year and as war approaches, the solider inside him is ready to fight and ready to win.

[Chapter Two - Warrior to Exile]​

Julius's time in the Scared Band, has hardened him, training on the harsh planet and spending time across the outer rim doing the Sith's dirty business. His time spent with the Dark Side has changed him, he is becoming darker looking at the goal more objectively his humanity slowly ebbing away. During the mission to Zeltros, Julius lost his left leg and has had it replaced with a mechanical one to match his right arm. He has also received scaring across the back of his neck and face from the fire of the blast.

After his injuries on Zeltros, Julius was recovering on his home planet of Serenno when it came under attack by the combined might of the Jedi and Republic. Still not at full strength Julius fought with the Brotherhood troops defending the planet, but when all seemed lost. Julius done the one thing he thought he would never do, he went back to check on his family. Arriving at his old home family home he found it ransacked and destroyed, but by who it would not find out.

For a further year he fought for the Brotherhood as it slowly formed itself into the New Sith Empire. As the Scared Band reformed itself, Julius found himself pushed further and further away from the top. A predjice seemed to appear for his prosthetic's and he was overlooked twice for a promotion in the new Imperial Ranks. Finally Julius confronted his senior over the suspected discrimination, only to be laughed off. In anger Julius struck out at the man, he got a good solid blow with his metal arm before he was wrestled away and sent for court martial. He was found guilty and in the new extreme Sith Empire this meant death, before he could be sent to the firing squad he was able to escape through the help of an old Imperial friend. Stealing a X-57 he fled the planet and headed into neutral space.

[Chapter Three - Exile to Mandalorian]
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For two years Julius became a mercenary fighting for whatever side gave him more credits, he was mostly employed by planetary governments who needed men to help them against the plethora of criminals that appeared in the aftermath of the fall of the Republic. As the Sith began to take each of his employers one by one, he fled further and further from their borders and eventually found himself within the borders of the newly formed Mandalorian Dominion. Finding himself among like mended warriors, people who valued bravery and skill at arms above physical difference, and a hate against the Sith. Pledging himself to one of the small Houses of Mandalore he once again entered the galactic war.

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Skills and Abilities​

"Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you.""​

Combat

Fighting for sixteen years always gives one an edge over others. Unlike some of his Mandolorian brothers and sisters or even the Force Users he faces, he was not trained from birth to be a fighter. He had a civil education before joining the military, some say this is a hindrance some a benefit. To be able to see things from a different angle is always a good thing.

He received a full military Education on Serenno, including battle tactics, strategic warfare, military and galactic history as well as the study of foreign species, their culture and fighting tactics. Outside of the class room, he was schooled in all forms of blaster technology from pistol to sniper, shotgun to reapting blaster. Julius was also trained in hand to hand combat, basic fighter combat as well as to pilot a number of soft target ground vehicles.

Personality and Traits

"Who dares, Wins!"​

Appearance

Standing over six foot, a body carved through years of constant military drills and practice, hair like a drill sergeant and piecing blue eyes. Julius looks the part to say the least. His right arm is fully mechanical including the shoulder joint losing his original in service with the Serenno military, thought the shoulder was removed by the engineers when fixing his new arm in place. It is a gun metal grey finish as Julius proffered a heavier more robust unit to a synthetically pleasing but weaker replacement. Shooting out from the joining between mechanical and human parts are a number of scars from the blast and surgery.

When not in combat he normally wears a dark v-neck t-shirt with short sleeves and slightly lighter combat trousers, boots a blaster pistol on his right leg and a slug thrower at his back. If its chilly out he will normally add an all weather jacket to the mix. In combat he wears full spec-ops gear including mounting points for his blaster carbine and multiple grenades and extra power packs.


Personality

Born to a well to do family in the middle class, Julius has a posh side. One which cares about politics, the current news story and who is dating who. This had been tempered and almost over taken by the strong cocky solider who enjoys a good fight, likes to get his whistle wet and defends the weak. But even this was blackened by his time in the Scared band, a world of hard truths and cut throat people, his sense of morality has eroded slightly and can justify when he needs to bend right and wrong to get what is needed. Usually using the line "The sacrifice of the few for the many."

Gear & Assets​

MandalArms TRA (Standard Camo)
S-21 Sunspear Heavy Blaster Pistol
Slug Thrower Pistol
Nova-70 Blaster Rifle
Thermal Detonator [3]
EMP Grenade [2]
SA-38G Supernova Grenade [2]
Vibro-knife

Roleplays​

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Brotherhood Mission - Nothing to See Here
Brotherhood Mission - Exulansis
Brotherhood Mission - We Are Entertained
Brotherhood Mission - Intercepting Assistance
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Ambassador Liara Astral ​

[fancybox4="http://cdn.pcwallart.com/images/natalie-dormer-game-of-thrones-wallpaper-wallpaper-2.jpg"]FULL NAME: Liara Freya Astral
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Human

HEIGHT: 5' 8"
WEIGHT: 132lbs

EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: None
SKIN COLOR: Pale
MARKINGS:
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

FACTION: Unaligned - Ambassador of Lehon to the Jedi Order and Republic.
RANK: Ambassador

A Knight of The Order of the Golden Rose, Liara has been sent as an Ambassador to the Jedi Order and Repulic from the Lehon system. Tasked with gathering more information about the galaxy at large and to begin forming ties with the Republic.[/fancybox4]

PERSONALITY & SKILLS​

[fancybox2] Grown up to a life of luxury, Liara has now concept of material gain, or suffereing like the majority of the galaxy, almost believing these things are myths. As a member of the Order of the Golden Rose, she has spent much of her life in the military and her skills reflect that, she has been trained in all forms of combat and as befitting a member of the Knightly Order specifies in hand to hand combat and combat with close range weapons. [/fancybox2]

BIOGRAPHY​

[fancybox4="http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/31200000/Natalie-Dormer-as-Anne-Boleyn-tudor-history-31281373-1600-900.jpg"] Born into the Astral family, one of the premier families in the Lord Caste. Liara was never wanting in her entire life, the best upbringing money can buy. From private education to the best clothes, accessories and private speeders. Being one of many children and a women at that Liara was never going to inherit any land from her parents and as custom was groomed for a life in the military. As befitting her rank she joined one of the Knightly Orders of Lehon and due to not only her own high scores across the board but her families great wealth and status in the government she was able to achieve a sponsorship to the highest order of the Golden Rose.

Within three years she was fully inducted into the Order reciveing her own set of armor and weapon. She served the Order for three years before Lehon decided to re-open itself to the galaxy. Again with her families backing Liara was able to be posted as one of the Ambassadors to the Republic and Jedi Order. [/fancybox4]

ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ʙʏ: ʙᴇᴇ​

 

[Braden]

Consul Titus Trajanus​

"Neither a wise nor a brave man lies down on the tracks of history to wait for the train of the future to run over him."​

NAME: Titus Magni Trajanus
SPECIES: Sholan (Human)
GENDER: Male
AGE: 41
LOYALTY: Sholan Republic
ROLE/RANK: Consul
TITLES: Pointfex, Consul, Dictator

HEIGHT: 1.81 meters
WEIGHT: 89 kilograms
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Dark Blue
FORCE SENSITIVE: Hidden Potential/Untrained

BIRTH-WORLD: Shola
RESIDING: Family Estate on Shola
SPOUSE: Corneilla Trajanus (Martus)
CHILDREN: Titus Minor, Lucius, Corneilla Minor
PATRON GOD: Belli

Life and History

[Chapter One - Childhood]
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Trajanus was born to a powerful family near the main capital of Shola. His family had a permanent seat in the Senate and had birthed a number of Consul's and Praetor's in their history. Born to the main branch of the family he was destined to inherit the families estate and seat, a lot of pressure for a newborn, not helped by his Father's lack of political tact which was reducing the Trajanus family political power. Trajanus had three younger sisters, all would be eventually married off for political gain and a younger brother. The age gap was almost ten years between Trajanus and his younger brother so they hardly grew up together. By the time he was born Trajanus was already in his private education, as all young men from the higher classes he would be home tutored by some of the finest minds on the planet. He was not tutored on his own however, his cousin Markus Trajanus and childhood friend Lucius Balbanos were also tutored with him.

His studies where split between a morning of literature, reading, writing, maths and common problem solving and an afternoon of military strategy, political study and philosophy. At the age of thirteen a new part of his tutor ledge was brought in and that was a physical one, his father hired an ex-centurion from his old legion to come and train the three in the ways of the warrior as he would one day be commanding these type of men.

[Chapter Two - Young Man]
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At the age of eighteen, Trajanus began the write of a true Sholan man. After his coming of age ceremony he was introduced to the Senate as the Heir to his fathers seat. He sat in on senate meetings for six months before he was given his first military assignment as a Tribune of the 4th Legion. He served as tribune here for two years before returning to the Capitol and his family estate. After his basic military term it was time for the one thing all young men dread, an arranged marriage. It took another two years before the best suitable and compatible women was found and Titus had gone through the prepared and accustomed courting period.

her name was Corneilla Martus and she was a beautiful women and from a well to-do family, considering the state of the family's political capital at that time he was surprised of the match, expecting to marry into ta non consular family. Her grandfather actual serving a consul. After the marriage, Trajanus was sent out to serve as a Tribune Primus in the 3rd Legion for another two years.

On his return things turned to the future and the thoughts of a new heir for the family, the pair spent six months solely on the family estates to this aim. At twenty five, though something he never expected to happen so soon came to pass. His father who was serving in the 6th Legion passed away from an infected wound. He was plunged into the role of both head of the family and father with the birth of his daughter within a month of each other. His younger siblings and mother took it hard, even his wife shed more than the expected tears of a daughter in law. Trajanus did not have the time to cry however, not only had the family estate to attend to, he was now a senator and was expected to conduct himself in an entirely different manner.

[Chapter Three - The Senate]​

Trajanus ran for Quaestor a year after his fathers death, even though he was not a well liked man, Trajanus played on the sympathy of few who knew his father to help him secure the appointment. The quickest appointment from entering the senate in a hundred years in the senate. He would spend the first six months of his election as second in command to the 1st Legion, showing himself a capable commander and tactician, his half legion, winning their respective war games against both his fellow 1st Legion and the 2nd and 4th's.

His second six months was back in the capitol, he organised a large games celebrating the death of an ex-consul. He personally added five fights to the games from slaves he had captured over his time in the legions. This helped bring his name to the attention of the public.

After his Quaestorship he spent the next five years as a normal senator building back up his family's political power both in the senate and in the common people. He sponsored a number of artists and architects to create impressive works to the gods. During this time Corneilla gave birth to two sons, Titus Minor and Lucius Trajannus. Most of his sisters were married off to other senatorial families, tethering them to himself, his younger brother also began his military service.

At Thirty two with the added political capital of his sisters marriage and his large investment he was elected Aedile. He had almost bankrupted his estates in securing the title, but it was worth it. Bribes were an expected thing in Sholan society, not to circumnavigate the legal process but to win favor and as one of the heads of the administrative branch of the republic, traders flocked to his front door to win his favor. His entire term was spent in the capitol and by the end of it he had received enough funds to replenish his families coffers and then some.

The next year he ran for the Potinfex, the head of the Sholan religion. He was an outside shot, but bribery once came to the for and his newly established fortune was quickly put to work achieving the role and another feather in his cap. He was easily notified as a future consul and many other senators was flocking to his banner. He chose to not run for political office for a short while instead heading back to the military theater, commanding the 3rd Legion in a number of theaters around Sholan space for the next three years, increasing his fortune.

[Chapter Four - Consul and Dictator]​

Returning after another successful campaign Trajanus was ready to settle in the capitol for a few years, he ran for Praetor in a landslide for two consecutive years. After leaving the post he was expected to run for Consul straight away, however he had political favors to return supporting his father in law for Prateorship and two of his brothers as Consul's for two respective years.

At forty one Trajanus finally ran for Consul, it was only a matter of counting the votes for him. But his co-consul, that was the tricky decision, there was a number of people he could run with but eventually he decided to run with long time friend Lucius Balbanos. As expected the race was hardly a race and he was voted in.

As the cold war between the Sith Empire, Jedi Order and Mandalorian Dominion hotted up. More and more refugees and diplomats attended Shola, they were always turned away by the fiercely independent Sholans. During a meeting between the Consul's and a representative of all three factions an explosion went off, killing everyone in the room apart from Trajanus. With this rather abrupt signal that the global stage was here and the death of his friend and Co-Consul the senate voted the emergency powers of Dictator onto Trajanus whilst he brought them through his period of unease and unrest.

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Skills and Abilities​

"The soldier is the Army. No army is better than its soldiers. The Soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country"​

Physical

Having trained since thirteen, Trajanus is a capable swordsman and not a bad shot with a blaster, be it pistol or rifle. He is well versed in the Sholan combat of blade and shield or blaster and shield. Though not the best in either category he can keep up with most of those under his command. This comes down to his latent force ability, allowing him to access the Jedi and Sith's most proficient ability Precognition allowing him to predict where blows would come from and react accordingly. He has not mastered the ability to the point he can deflect a blaster bolt out of the air, but can easily get his shield in the way.

Although not an accomplished pilot by any means, Trajanus can point the stick in the right direction and press go. Although he prefers to sit in the command chair behind the pilots seat.


Intelligence & Leadership Skills

As expected of his lofty position Trajanus is an intelligent man. His childhood tutor-ledge putting emphasis on philosophy and history. He spends many of his free hours reading, expanding his knowledge in a variety of subjects, his current preference is the Old Republic and Courscant. He is a shrewd politician and very capable commander. A natural orator he can sway many people opinion by just words alone, if not he has the political and financial capital to get his point across.

Not losing a war game for almost ten years Trajanus is one of the leading military tacticians of the past few decades. An accomplished leader he can inspire loyalty and bravery in his troops, he has chosen to fight on the front lines in a number of engagements to show his dedication to those around him.

Personality and Appearance

"Live for something rather than die for nothing."​

Appearance

Just under six foot and slight of build Trajanus does not strike a physically imposing presence. But he radiates an aura of confidence in his abilities and those around him that makes hims stand out from the crowd. With black hair, dark eyes and tanned skin from years in the field he has a ominous presence when dressed for war. During combat he wears a slightly personalized suit of Centurion armor, with two lions on its chest surrounded by a wreath as a sign of his Consulship and title as Dictator.

When out of combat he usually wears a sentaoral toga or another form of light clothing. He is not one for outwardly wearing his wealth having only a few rings made of gold and precious stones to signal his financial standing.


Personality

Fierce, determined a true statesman and powerful commander. Trajanus is the true desire every Sholan man has for their son. Truly dedicated to the Republic and its people, he has their best interests at heart whenever he acts. He respects the laws that uphold the nation but also understands its unwritten and potentially darker laws. Trajanus does not believe in good nor evil, only the path that reaches the goal, he understands the galaxy is a dark place, but also realizes that some men must rise above it at times to keep balance.

Gear & Assets​

SRDI Model-1a 'Centurion' Armor
SRDI M1 HEAT HAWK x 2
Blaster Pistol
Small Vibro-Dagger

Trajanus Estate

Roleplays​

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Filler
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[Braden]

Synox Venom
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Affiliation:
Sith Empire

Ownership:
Sigurd Smaugson, Anyone

Description:
Synox Venom from the Synox Viper native to Korriban and some of the surrounding systems. The initial Synox Viper Venom is a neurotoxin, which can kill with only 1.58mg being injected into the victim, the venom can kill within 30 minutes of it entering the average human body. Synox venom is harvested by the slaves upon Korriban mainly to be turned into an anti-venom, but some falls into the hands of the less honorable members of the Sith Empire as an assassination tool.

Intent:
The Intent is to establish a cannon poison that can be used in assassination attempts and in combat for dastardly characters.
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[Braden]

Service Medals & Military Service
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A decorated veteran Arthon has won or earned a number of medals in a number of military's throughout his life. Here is a list of those he currently has.

Kuati Cross of Valor - Kuati Naval Service
Mention in Dispatches x2 - Kuati Naval Service

Republic Service Medal - Courscanti Navy

Alliance Service Medal - Border Alliance Forces
Commendation for Valuable Service - Border Alliance Forces
Long Service Medal - Border Alliance Forces

Medal of Bravery - Republic Navy

Medal of Honor - Imperial Navy (Given after the surrender of Courscant)​