What sex are you?
Male
What race are you?
Shaevalian -- denser muscle structure than base humans, average lifespan longer than base humans as well.
Place of Birth?
Shaevalis Prime
Date of Birth?3rd day 3rd month, Lunar year 6692 (10 years BBY)
Current Marital Status?
Single
Current Social Status?
Better off than most chumps.
What is your family like?
Unbreachable subject there.
What are your current hobbies?
Bringing about the Apocalypse and Heralding the End Times for the Brotherhood has become a recent hobby.
What were your teen events?
I am told that my life began with my mother’s death. It matters little to me, since it was an event I cannot remember; I wonder how many could honestly say they remember their birth, and their mother being taken by death during the event. I knew her not, so the event is not one I find reason to linger over. Suffice it to say, some people have found humor in saying that the first person I murdered was my own mother.
Upon Shaevalis, my father was an official of some importance; I will not go into detail, but suffice it to say, my father was a well-respected man, and I could’ve lived a life of luxury due to our family name. I did not choose such a life. I chose a life of war. I began my training within the Shaevalian military, and had a career of some repute within our civilization. It all came to a somewhat dramatic end.
During one particular battle, my left arm was hacked off just above the elbow. It was easily replaced with an implant, one that was even better than my original arm. However, for reasons unknown, it was decided that I was “unfit for command,” and allowed to “honorably” retire from the military. Perhaps this is where my own darkness began to grow, and though I will not divulge the details, I will say, a rift began to grow between my father and myself. I suspect that the rift was always there; I believe he blamed me for the death of my mother. Perhaps he believed the words of those who said I was my mother’s murderer.
It matters little what my father believed then; I grew to despise him, even as he surely resented me for being alive. As my own search for death and destruction began, contact between he and I grew increasingly sparse.
What were your adult events?
The only aspects of my adult life that most would find interested have been within the Brotherhood. It is here that my search for oblivion came to a peak; odd that my search for destruction would lead me to this place. Well, I found it odd at the time. In recent years, it has begun to make perfect sense. I began my career within House Gladius, a subordinate faction within the great Clan of Tarentum. Upon earning the rank of Protector, I was allowed entrance into the notorious Phyle known as the Mystics of the Black Arts. At the time, the Phyle was feared and respected throughout the Brotherhood. The members of the Phyle were dark and powerful individuals.
After rising to the status of Jedi Hunter, I was tapped by a comrade from the Mystics, Aari Nikus, to serve as Aedile of House Gladius. Aari had been recently named Quaestor of Gladius, and the two of us began a reign over the House that was, unfortunately, short-lived. Aari had her own path to follow, and within quite a short span of time, Aari left Gladius to follow her path; she would eventually return to Tarentum, but that would not happen for some time. In the wake of her departure, I was given the opportunity to rise to the station of Quaestor of Gladius. Gladius had come to mean much to me, and in serving as the House Quaestor, Gladius grew to mean even more. I made many friends and allies in that time, and it is a period that, even today, I look back upon with much fondness.
Over the years, my own darkness, and my obsession with the Dark Side has seemed to become more pronounced. Some have said that I became insane. Perhaps I did; perhaps I still am. In recent times, I have been called the Herald of Doom for the Brotherhood; I am called the Harbinger of the Apocalypse by some, and the Prince of Darkness by others. Perhaps I am truly insane. Perhaps it is everyone else who has lost their mind. The real question is, does it truly matter?
After a period of time remembered as “The Split,” I served as Quaestor of Gladius for a second time; this period would be very brief. I was soon tapped to be the Proconsul of the ancient Clan of Tarentum, and shortly after became Consul of the Clan. During the time of war within the Brotherhood, wherein the might of the organization was tested by some sort of sentient plague, I stood as Consul and watched as our Clan fought valiantly, and showed all within the Brotherhood that our might had not disappeared over the course of the Exodus and the time before. Some scoffed at Tarentum’s prowess; some still do. They matter little. In the grand scheme of things, Tarentum will rise to dominance when it feels the need. Let the rest of the Clans squabble over baubles and trinkets.
After the war, the Dark Council brought me to Antei to serve as High Warrior; I was the last to serve in that position of leadership over the Sith Order. The Dark Lord of the Sith, the reigning Grand Master, has since remembered his responsibility to the Order, and has renewed his vow to lead his brethren. In the wake of Lord Cotelin’s decision to remember his place among the Sith, I have returned to my home, returned to the ancient Clan of Tarentum.
Tarentum remembers its strength. In time, the great Clan may rise again to show the other Clans that we are a threat. Then again, perhaps our attention has turned from the other Clans, our vision filled with something more important…
What is your attitude toward the brotherhood?
Two steps forward, one step back.
What are your past occupations?
Does the past really matter, or is our future the period in time with real importance?
Do you have any allergies for phobieas?
Photophobia.
Do you have any personal tragedies?
Everyone has tragedies. I simply don't care to share them with you.
What are your current views about the brotherhood?
-see above "Attitude" entry-
What is your reason for joining the brotherhood?
For prestige and power. Pure and simple. Dominance over others. Plus, the lightsabers are pretty fun too, so that's a plus.
Do you have any comments about the brotherhood?
Politics suck. Remember that.
Personal Quote: "Let's play a game. Let's see if you can get into that bunker and barricade yourself in before I take out a vibroshiv and gut you like a rabid ewok. Ready? Set? ...Go."
History submitted on 4/16/2006