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| Summary "In truth... I find it impossible to believe that I'm not meant for something more in this life. Any mere creature within this galaxy is capable of accomplishing great things. Though, I'm no mere creature... you see. For as long as I can remember, I've been able to do practically anything I put my mind too. All within a relatively small time frame as well. Like my brother Marthius, or Scum, as I always preferred to call him. Wretch and Scum, the two toxic bastards of the slums. Poor fools, they all expected to us simply rot away and live meager lives. But, together we made something of ourselves. Now it was time to finally move onto even greater things. Now, while we are twins. Marthius and I, are different in many ways. He's always been the one that would prefer to observe and avoid... while, I, on the other hand have always loved attention and interaction in all aspects of life. Whether it be in social gatherings or even upon the battlefield, I thrive upon the reactions that I can draw from others. Fear, laughter, lust... it matters not. I crave them all. Give me a crowd and I'll try to win them over in one fashion or another. Hell... lookin' this damned good and talkin' as sexy as I do, I'm bound to garner some attention." Personality Uriel is quite the contradiction to his brother. This man loves to interact with his fellow Acolytes and it seems as though he has already begun to create a ruckus among the females that are of age. Even, a few of the young men have shown interest in the large Warrior candidate. He seems to bask in the affection that feed into his egotistical mindset, which seems to be a point of weakness that could be exploited with relative ease. Wretch, as he has asked to be called, has shown a quickness to anger as well. Furthering it, by showing that he is not afraid to throw his weight around... almost, as if he is trying to assert himself as an Alpha of the Acolytes. This ties in well with his want and need to be the center of attention when in a gathering. He has a boisterous deep voice that carries well and is hinted with tones indicating that he is; prideful, cocky, confident, and joyful. Regardless of the setting... Meaning, that he takes great pleasure we've found from various types of interactions, from intimate to hostile. He seems to be exceedingly loyal to not only the Sith Imperium, but to his brother as well. It appears to us, that regardless of his social standing and apparent dominance... he defers to Marthius. This is something that we are investigating further. Is there some greater reason for this devotion, or is it merely out of respect for their upbringing. We will update the log as new information is disovered. To Whom It May Concern The door to the examination room can be opening with a little shriek of the hinges, a voice that seems distant as if still down the hall some can be heard... the man obviously is a loud talker. The examiner fiddles with the volume to adjust for some an ambitious speaker and to drown out the foul language that flies forth from his mouth as he speaks. Which, he'll be warned to avoid during the interview... ****in' A! Let's do this... The sound of a large pair of hands clapping together fills the room for a moment. Meanwhile, the examiner is warning him about his language in a hushed tone. Alright! I had to get one out. Jeez. No, seriously I'm good. Don't look at me like that man. Seriously. We good? Alright... Damn. Ahaha The sound of his booming laughter now fills the room. Followed by the sound of an object meeting flesh. Ah! Shi... Dang! Man, chill! Aren't we here to listen to me talk? So, sit the fu... just let me talk. Okay, so you guys know what Marthius told you right? Well, that stuff isn't important anymore. Ya'll know it, I know it, so I'm gonna tell you how it really was. You know, the important s... stuff that Scum left out of his report. Can you stop looking at me like that now... Thank you. Essentially, what you guys need to know is that when we were... I don't know maybe like seven or eight years old. There was this old guy that came through the slums, real quiet motha fu... guy. But, he didn't take no mess from no body and after a while he began to create a little army. I mean, I don't know what else to call it so... yeah. Anyways, it was a bunch of us kids... Twelve, maybe thirteen, it depended on who made it back from there runs. Shoot, that old Iridonian wasn't worried about it though. There was always another kid or two waiting to take the lost one's place. It was simple. He paid you to deliver packages, take bets, you know those miscellaneous street jobs... You earned some money for each run and the amount increased with each successful assignment. So, I mean... Life was great for Wretch and Scum. We were the scrappiest little fuc... bastards that ran those streets. We got paid and paid well. Though, that wasn't even the best part... you see, it turns out that the old Iridonian was in fact some Jedi or Dark Jedi. Sh...oot, I never really bothered to get into that conversation with him. That's another story though. It was awesome, because whenever us two, the Vox Brothers began to prosper and he took notice. He began to teach us things. Not just about the Force, but all aspects of combat and survival in general. He became the true father figure that we had always wanted. Though, Marthius defied him by refusing any more contracts, due to his condition. If he refused to do what he had been created to do then he was of no more use to the Iridonian. And so, he was shunned and he came here... to the Imperium. I tried. I wanted to stay and continue to do me. You know, knocking down doors and generally kicking a.. butt. Man, I ran that place. The men feared me and the women loved me. I figured that life couldn't get any better, though I didn't realize that it could definitely get worse. I just missed him, ya know? I love my brother. Plain and simple, yeah sure he's a creepy bastard. He's my creepy bastard though. I had to come and make sure that he's doing alright. To be honest though, I'm staying for me. Why? For the fresh meat. His laughter fills the room again as he gets up and leaves the room. Aspirations - To become a Lord: Unlike his brother, Uriel is already looking past the Crusader status. His philosophy is to aim for the top, which in his mind is Lordship having no ambition to rule... He couldn't have as much fun then. - Fame/Infamy: Wretch hopes to one day, have his name known by every sentient being in the known universe. Whether that be aligned with love and devotion or outright fear. - Power: It is simple really and something that all Sith crave... Power. It's a family thing. Relationships - Marthius Vox; His twin brother, whom he followed to join the Imperium. Possessions - Miser; Uriel's Lightsaber that is named after its owner. The word Miser, meaning wretched or unfortunate. It produces a crimson blade, darker in shade than most traditional Sith Lightsabers. - Some tattered old robes Roleplay Development
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Misc. Facts Nothing of note. Yet. | URIEL "WRETCH" VOX Sith Warrior in Training
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