VALEN ARENAIS
Starship: The Chimera
Inventory: Acolyte Apparel // Sith Lightsaber
Torment.
Once having come into the possession of the truth of his origins, the revelation that Valen was little but a construct of someone else's design had both enraged but also set into course his emotional undoing. Arcadia-N-30 had seen he and his Master Zeptepi Zambrano sift through the Silver Jedi world under the pretence of civilian alias, moving from location to location until they had tracked down the people responsible for the man's enslavement during his younger years, that which he had recalled nothing before his servitude at seventeen standard years.
Reaching the source of his past discrepancies, his Master had cut him loose to inflict a bloodied frenzy through the cultists, defectors to the former Sith Empire and zealous followers of Darth Typjojem, a legendary and ancient Sith Lord they had praised above that of their holy emperor Darth Carnifex himself. Valen and Zeptepi were both fed their fill of violence, right up until crossing paths with the cultist leader who disclosed to the Sith Acolyte that he was a former student of Darth Prazutis and responsible for the clone's creation. Valen's creation.
I am but a tool of war. Not the hand that commands, but the sword that strikes as it is commanded.
Rage swallowed the young man, and in response, nothing was left standing. The darkness swelled to him and devoured what little innocence remained within him. Awoken a boy, trained to kill and thrust into war, forged anew within blood and power, he had ascended all expectations of his peers within the Order of the Sith...-Only to find that his achievements were not that of an individual nor a protege of the Emperor's Hand, but a clone. Designed and created. All he was, felt like deceit against all that he had done in the name of the Kainate, in his Masters' name and his very ambitions to become the epitome of Sith might.
Veiere Arenais.
It...-He. Needed more. He needed to understand and to undo all that this name meant to the Galaxy. Valen yearned for the truth to be erased. He had grasped the one truth he felt possible, plausible and achievable. To become this truth, he was required to erase the falsehood that was the name Veiere Arenais. Jedi filth. A lineage of light to be blotted out in a torrent of hatred for what Valen required it to be. A heresy of the most personal disgrace. An attack against his past, present and future.
And so he had begun to retrace the Jedi's steps...Footprints within Galactic History of which was surprisingly easy to come by. The Sith Archives, the Holonet Database, fame attached to the Household name Arenais that only further invoked a deep-seated and malevolent rage, darkness within the Sith Acolyte which spread throughout his core and burned its way through to reflect within his perception of those around him. All were beneath his newfound motivation. Nothing was more important than the pure dissemination of falsehood against former Jedi Master, and to perish all those connected to the mantle of House Arenais.
Among a list of associates, names that Valen had accumulated over the following days since his mission on Arcadia-N-30; The name Asha Hex.