Renegade Rodian
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
- Intent: To provide a leadership figure for the Hell’s Heralds mercenary regiment.
- Image Credit: Unidentified Toydarian Minister 5 from Wookiepedia
- Role: Commander of the Hell’s Heralds mercenary regiment.
- Links: N/A
- Age: 54 (physical), 518 (chronological)
- Force Sensitivity: Non-Force User
- Species: Toydarian
- Appearance: Clelon is short, stocky, and surprisingly pleasant to behold. While he is a Toydarian, he is a royal Toydarian. He is usually seen wearing noble finery made for his species. Clelon is very well groomed and, on special occasion, has been known to dabble in perfumery. One will never find a more well groomed, well heeled Toydarian outside of the royal palace. When in uniform, he also carries his ceremonial pistol in a clearly visible shoulder holster.
- Name: Clelon of Pol’Zum
- Loyalties: Helix Syndicate
- Wealth: Very comfortable
- Skills: Clelon is dedicated solely to pursuits of the mind. He has a talent for devising battle plans and commanding troops, but usually only from a safe distance. Clelon spent a good portion of his time working in the government and so has good political and bureaucratic acumen as well, though such talents may have atrophied with time. Clelon is a man of many leisure hobbies, so one can count Synth-Harmonica playing and fishing among his many skills.
- Personality: Cautious to the last, Clelon is not fond of gambling with lives or materials. His back-up plans have backup plans and Clelon rarely moves to do anything unless he can predict to a T what will happen next. In conversation, he is generally dismissive of anyone he perceives to be of low importance. If they are of high importance, then he becomes reverent and doddering. Clelon is rather well read and is conversant on a multitude of high brow topics. Trying to talk to him about pop culture, on the other hand, would be like relaying information on etiquette to a Bantha.
- Combat Function: If confronted in combat, Clelon will immediately call for guards and then fly away. If he cannot fly away, he may attempt to defend himself with his DL-18 Blaster Pistol. He is not a particularly good shot, however, so this can only have mixed results. Without his pistol, he is virtually defenseless. And very fragile - he is a Toydarian, after all.
- Weapons of Choice: Unconditional Surrender, Clelon’s personal DL-18 Blaster Pistol that he had ben interred with. Still working, against all the odds. It is rather lovingly maintained and engraved with intricate designs commonly found in Toydarian artwork. Aside from cosmetics, it functions exactly as any other DL-18 would. Clelon’s attachment to it is purely sentimental - it was his ceremonial sidearm while he was commanding the King’s armies against Toydarian rebels.
Have you ever heard of the Toydarian Civil war of 386 ABY? Of course you haven’t. Why would you? It’s not a story the Jedi would tell you. Towards the end of the 380s, there was considerable unrest on Toydaria. People who claimed the monarchy could not protect them from the encroaching disease. Rebellions and food riots broke out. The Toydarian Ministry Council was in disarray and the King of Toydaria himself was little more than a gibbering incompetent. For a time it appeared that the crown of Toydaria would collapse, that the last vestiges of order on the planet would be dissolved.
But it would not be so.
Clelon of Pol’Zum was a staunch supporter of the monarchy. Normally a placid and uninvolved minister, he saw the rising crisis as not just a threat to himself, but to the natural order of Toydaria - to civilization itself. It could not be allowed to pass, not with so much of the galaxy already sinking into disjointed anarchy. Organized rebellion soon broke out and, in the governmental chaos, no one seemed to notice that Clelon was amassing power among the Toydarian Defense Forces and the Royal Guard.
The Ministry Council was still disjointed and chaotic, so the only force left for Clelon to overcome was the King himself. Oh, what lows one must sink to in an effort to save the monarchy, but Clelon did what he had to do. The King’s personal guard were safely in his pocket, an advantage which he used to cow the King into acquiescing to every request he made. The Ministry Council was disbanded and a Military Tribunal made up of Clelon and two of his puppets was formed. The Tribunal clamped down on dissent in the capitol of Toydar and cemented their powerbase.
When it came time to fight the growing revolution, Clelon took direct control. He had a surprising talent for command… And surprising ruthlessness. It is better to avoid the details of all the horrific war crimes Clelon of Pol’Zum engaged in during his merciless and unceasing campaign against the rebels. Many rebel leaders ended up defecting to Clelon in fear for their lives. Stronghold after stronghold fell. The war finally ended with the rebels’ ringleader committing suicide, followed by the surrender of the remaining troops.
Clelon ended his campaign with the summary execution of all remaining rebel leaders and their followers. This included the ones who had defected in hopes of amnesty. The war over and the monarchy restored, Clelon yielded power back to the King and the Ministry Council was refounded. Clelon retired and intended to live out his remaining days in peace.
This was not to be.
Everyone in the government was rather horrified by Clelon of Pol’Zum. As time went on, more information regarding his war crimes continued to surface. Eventually he was arrested by the very government he had fought to uphold, tried for his crimes, and sentenced to life imprisonment by carbon freezing. A disgraceful end for a distasteful Toydarian, to say the least.
The frozen Clelon was locked away in the lowest level of the royal palace’s dungeons, never to be heard of or mentioned in polite conversation again. Centuries passed. Records were lost regarding the exact terms of his imprisonment, people forgot about things. Many of the royal palace’s staff assumed Clelon was just some sort of macabre art piece. That explained why they crammed him in the dungeons instead of hanging him up. Another few decades pass, the Toydarian monarchy is strapped for cash. They sell the imprisoned carbonite form of Clelon of Pol’Zum, Butcher of the Free Cities of Bamdo, Waldi, and Zuufluu, Cleanser of the Luustaa Deadlands, to an eccentric art collector for about 35,000 credits.
More centuries passed.
An art dealer in debt to the Helix Syndicate had his home ransacked by a few Enforcers. The lot of his art collection was taken, including the frozen carbonite form of Clelon of Pol’Zum. When they arrived at the Yaga Minor Collections Center, the processing official was able to realize what he was actually handling. They carted Clelon to the medical bay and thawed him out. No one really understood anything of what Clelon was talking about, except for the part where he complained about being blind. The rest of his speech, all about monarchy this, gutless traitors that, was lost on them. They assumed it was the usual temporary dementia brought on thawing people out too quickly after a long period of time.
When he kept talking about it and refusing to leave the Collections Center (seeing as he had nowhere else to go), the center’s staff reported to their higher ups. Who ended up calling in their higher ups. The Clelon problem traveled up the chain until the Toydarian was black bagged and dragged to Fort Amaranth, where he was sat down with Tytos Ardik. Coincidentally, they had been looking for someone to lead a military division and Clelon apparently fit the bill.
Clelon said he would never lead a band of mercenaries, as they were all wretched scum.
Tytos informed him the alternative course of action was to incinerate Clelon and be done with him.
Clelon asked when he could start.
After passing a few military simulations and acting as a military advisor on behalf of the Syndicate elsewhere, Clelon was deemed fit for command. He was appointed Commander of Hell’s Heralds and has been serving ever since.
