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Long before I was born my mother met and married an honorable man. A man would whose ultimate shortcoming was his total devotion to serving his Chiss brothers and sisters in war. The same man would later become my father. My father was a brilliant general, and he led many successful campaigns, but his last campaign was his last in everything. In blood, in breath, in thought. I'm not sure how he died exactly, but I assume that he died an honorable death. He would not have died a death that his family and friends would not be proud of.
After my father’s death my mother and I moved out of Chiss Space and into Galactic Alliance Space. However, we eventually stopped moving from world to world, and settled on Serenno. My mother found work as a maid under the Demici family. Her wage was enough to cover our living expenses and to get me a good tutor. My mom worked as a maid for nearly a decade; finally relinquishing the job when Count Demici's wife died and he married my mother.
I was adopted by Count Demici, but despite being the oldest (age 11 years old), and being the most mature out of all his other children I was not named the heir. That was okay with me, but I fear it was not okay with my mother. After six years of living as apart of the Demici family my mother was executed. I hunted down her murderer and after not being found it was announced that my adoption was voided. Voided all because the Count found plans for my mother to overthrow him and have me take up the position.
The Count's brother gave me refuge for more than two years, finally sending me to a private refuge of his on Kamino with his last message to me being "a war is coming." The convoy, however, never made it to Kamino. We were attacked by pirates shortly after departing Serenno. The ship was ransacked and many of the people on board (myself included, of course) were held captive for several days. Finally, our rescue came in the way of Mandalorians. They destroyed the pirates and saved us from immanent danger. The Mandalorians gave us the option of being dropped off at the nearest planet or joining their crew. I chose the latter.
For the next decade I trained, was beaten, further trained, and overall toughed up quite a bit while not ever thinking of what had happened to my uncle. I learned how to properly fire a weapon and how to utilize a blade in all the right ways. Also, I discovered how much damage my knuckles can really do to a persons face. I was adopted into Clan Skirata sometime during that period, at which point I felt as though I have truly found a home.
Alas, all good things end. The Mandalorians were pitted into a civil war. Like the rest of my comrades, I chose a side. I favored Mand'alor, staying true to the core definition of a Mandalorian. I served under Captain Lucius Veshok, and his unofficial second in command, Titus Skirata, for some time prior to the first battle. Titus and I become very close due to the bond that we shared as fellow Skiratas.
Before the Battle of Fenris I was dispatched to help clear up some issues on Geonosis. It was around that same time that I caught wind of the most atrocious rumor, the Battle of Fenris. Rumor was Lucius and Titus had died on Fenris. However, a few months later the rumor was dispelled and it was finally revealed that in fact neither of them had died. At a meeting to decide the fate of the Mandalorians, both Lucius and Titus challenged Corden- one with a blade and the other with mere words. It was determined that Corden would indeed become Mand'alor, thus securing the defeat of the side I took concerning the civil war.
That defeat solidified my desire to leave the Mandalorians. I traveled around Galactic Alliance space before finally finding an inexpensive hotel on Nar Shaddaa where I have been holing up since then. I'm not certain what I am destined to do or where I am destined to go. I have no place to call home; no family that will take me in; no faction that will support me. Perhaps I will eventually find my place in this crazy galaxy, but the odds seem to never be in my favor.
Name: Lucien Skirata
Gender: Male
Home World: Somewhere in Chiss space
Species: Chiss
Age: 28
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Skin: Blue
Distinguishing Marks: He's blue.
Force Sensitivity: Possible (but not confirmed)
Gender: Male
Home World: Somewhere in Chiss space
Species: Chiss
Age: 28
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Skin: Blue
Distinguishing Marks: He's blue.
Force Sensitivity: Possible (but not confirmed)
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