The Admiralty
NAME: ARAN ROGNAHOMEWORLD: DATHOMIR
ALIAS: /
AGE: EARLY THIRTIES
GENDER: MALE
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: AVERAGE
EYES: PURPLE HAZE
FORCE SENSITIVE: YES
ORGANIZATION: SPIDER CLAN | MANDALORIANS
OCCUPATION:
TRAITS
[ HARDY ] - Has been through tough times and come out alive. What don't kill ya, make ya stronger.
[ OCCULT ] - Was raised in the Spider Clan. Magicks, toxins, domination, he knows those meanings.
[ SCARS ] - An 'accident' in his youth caused him to dislocate his left shoulder. It never healed properly and has trouble with rotation.
[ STUNTED ] - His force usage is based around the Dathomiri magic. Incantations, hand gestures, incapacitate his hands or silence him, and he is just a man.
BIOGRAPHY
I am writing this down, because I want to.
Nobody compelled me. Not anymore. This choice is mine.
I was born to Singing Mountain Clan. I know this now. A raid took me away from my home, the Spider Clan, yes. They hurt me, trained me, they tried to break my mind and turn me against my clan. They succeeded. I know this now. The night before the final assault on my birth-village, the Mandalorians came once more. Former allies, they came with the sword and with fire. They came to destroy. To wipe out the sickness, as they called it. The Witches fought back, but the tribes did not join together fast enough.
A pyramid was erected.
All those that wished the cure were beckoned to join. All those that didn't... were locked up or forced off their ancestral home.
Exile or the destruction of one's soul. Difficult choice, no?
I got out. I was... rescued. I have joined these rebels, to strike against the sickness at the heart of the Empire. Dathomir will be free.
This I know.