NAME: Arors Drusus
FACTION: N/a
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.5 meters
WEIGHT: 80 kilograms
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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(+) Natural fighter
(+) Driven
(-/+) Unorthodox
(-) Persuadable
(-) Love (potential targets)
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BIOGRAPHY:
Drusus was born to a couple caught into slavery... and slavery to the worst Master they could possibly have been taken by: Darth Voracitos. Their obscure crimes did not matter, as the only crucial piece of information is that Voracitos happened upon them and he would have taken them even if they were innocent. Why? Because they were dirt poor, defenseless, and no one would really miss them... not that he cared, he just didn't feel like dealing with whiners. Regardless, the woman had been pregnant, and despite her slavery to who might be considered the physical manifestation of evil, she kept the unborn child within her womb. She pleaded to the dark lord that she would be allowed to raise it, and promised it wouldn't interfere with her service. Voracitos dismissed her, he honestly couldn't care less, and wouldn't give two thoughts to killing her, child suckling upon her teat or no. They were menial creatures below even basic recognition. The child was eventually born, and taken care of for good portion of his childhood. Seven years the boy lived a slave with his loving parents, that despite their hell had found peace in their love of their son. Drusus had manage to not only to stay out of the way, but help his fellow slave in the daily process of picking up after the Dark Lord. He did so not so much out of fear of his Master, but out of love and dedication to his parents. Unfortunately this time of mild happiness ended abruptly when the force sensitivity of the boy struck his Masters notice.
Apathetically upon this recognition he ordered him to be escorted out of his personal palace and shipped to the Sith Academy of Korriban. The innocent lovely boy would have to commit to unspeakable things to simply survive the trials of the Academy. He was silent within the Temple, afraid of what he might say that may slay him, and end his hope of ever returning to his old life, with his parents near to comfort and love him. It was with the insignificant ray of hope cutting through the crushing darkness, that gave him the strength to push onward, improve his power in the force, defeating his peers in physical combat, and grasping a moderate excellence in his command of the force. He did however struggle on the more Darkside intensive activities of the force... which was much of the activities they practiced.
Eventually though, even hope would die. As he passed trial after trial slowly making his way to knighthood, a coup was rumored by the other students... then it was later confirmed, with Tyrin Ardiks proclamation of rule... and the proclamation of Shadow Emperor's death... along with hundreds of his slaves. He and his parents had maintained contact with each other through the limited time each of them had to use holocommunication. Drusus would be well into the hundreds of call attempts before he broke down and accepted defeat. His parents had been with Voracitos's entourage that day... they were dead, and a great deal of friends he knew like family.
Drusus' advance through the Academy faltered slightly thereafter, slowing down his rate of training considerably. He wasn't weak enough to succumb to the strength of his other peers, but he lacked his initiative... he lacked any hope or feeling at all. This is where most people died inside, and resorted to more primal behavior, of anger and unplaced hatred.... this is where Sith were made. For Drusus though, he resorted to no such things. He killed when he was told to, not for any other reason, even when in self-defense he did all he could to avoid killing them. As time passed on, War broke out everywhere in the Empire... until finally, Korriban was under siege.
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