Pretty boy ....
Crix Meriet
NAME: Crixtophel (Crix) Marc Teridius Meriet
FACTION:
RANK: Wayward Spare Heir / Ex-Custodian of the Crown of Isis and the Kallisto mines
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 8 stone
EYES: Emerald
HAIR: Auburn
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: no
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Devious : Not necessarily and academic genius Crix is people smart, he can read them and he likes to think he can out think them. He is sly and sneaky and as such is largely untrustworthy
Well educated : Whilst nothing special in terms of academia Crix has still had the best education money can buy granting him exposure, if nothing more, to a viriety of topics
Charismatic: When outside the grip of his grief and addiction to alcohol Crix is quite the canny talker.
Spoiled upbringing : Raised as the son of a man with a large slave holding crix has known a life of wealth and privillage leaving him with very limited survival skills.
Physically weak: Faced with a fair fight Crix would lose every time it is only by devious tricks or superior arms that he could hope to ever stand a chance in a fight.
Stricken by grief: Crix has not dealt well with the death of his long term lover Toby
Childish fears: Terrified of monsters and monster like beings, lookin at you vong things
A New line Sorosuub Luxury yacht.
BIOGRAPHY:
Crix was the secound child of Teridius Meriet , by all official accounts, though there were private whispers that in fact Crix was not infact Teridius son and had instead been sired by a wayward space pirate who his mother had been seen to grow close to. Still family life was at first unhindered by this potential scandal. When Crix was born his father had just enacted a rather bloody take over of a slave ring and taken to calling himself a lord. It was no time for family strife and in any even the birth of a secound healthy son was cause to celebrate.
Crix did not prove to be the eqaul of his father or older brother however. while they excelled in showes of combat prowess Crix flinched at the sight of blood and could never seem to hold a blade right , though he did ... after many years ... learn to shoot reasonably straight. He was a soft child and this angered his father and made him a target for torment by his brother.
Still as the back up child he was not the source of much paternal attention, he was useful to his father as little more than a show of stability and their was little worry that he would ever actually come close to taking over as Meriet Patriarch. His brother was strong. As such he lived a relativily happy childhood, He had his mothers love and she spoiled him incessantly . Though he was prone to accidents when something had fustrated his father.
As he grew up though he drew more and more of his fathers attention for all the wrong reasons. Not only had he proved too soft to fight as it was felt a man in his family should but he was also much to soft with the family slaves as well. Going so far as to befreind some of them. As he reached teenage years it was becoming clearer to his father and brother that Crix's attitude toward the place of slaves was warped. He had to be punished. Crix's closest freind Tomas, a house slave who had served with the meriet's and Crix directly for many years, was stripped of his position of reletive comfort and dragged away in chains to toil in a spice mine. Then Crix was given a severe beating more severe than any he had faced before. It was made clear to Crix that until he conformed himself and those close to him would suffer.
He became desperate to appease his father.
Too scared to really do much at all. Tormented by the rare glimpse of Tomas’s tortured form trudging back to the slave pen at the end of a work day. Trying desperately to be the person his family wanted him to be. Crix's life became dark indeed. He felt powerless to do anything, it was only the chance glimpse of Tomas being carried from the mine a mess of bloodied slashes and bruises that spurred him to act. A slave who had seen Crix staring alot at Tomas warned him that the other boy would be unlikly to see the next year if he was kept in the mine.
It had taken a great deal of begging over many weeks but eventually , not a day too early , Crix convinced his mother to help him get Tomas out. Not much could be given to the boy beyond a set of clothes and a bag of left overs from the kitchen but Crix and his mother did all they could to see Tomas to safety onboard a ship leaving the outer rim and the grip of the slave trade.
The darkness in Crix's life only grew as Crix watched the light of the ships thrusters fade away and his freind was gone from his life. He would mourn the lose of those shiny blue eyes for many years.
Light began to return to his life as he blossomed from a boy into a man, a new indevidual caught Crix's attention a stable boy named Toby. He like Tomas had dark hair and blue eyes and now grown Crix could finally identify the knotted feeling in his stomach that came from thinking of Tomas or Toby. Learning his lesson from Tomas Crix was careful to be subtler with Toby, interacting with him in Secret as their relationship bloomed from service, to freindship and then into Romance.
It was only when Crix tried to arrange a night of passion with Toby through his former nursemaid and carer Nima that things turned south. Wether from mallice or fear Nima betrayed the two boys and before they could share the night Crix's father tracked them down. Once again Crix was forced to watch as another slave who made the error of growing close to him was dragged away, only Toby was intended for a far swifter and more painful death than Tomas.
Crix flew into a traumatised rage fighting to follow the slave as he was dragged away. Thrashing like a man possessed only sedative could calm him and for what felt like years he drifted in and out of conciousness, drugs continuing to pump into his system. Four nights after Toby had been torn from him Crix fought through the haze of drugs and awoke. He was a changed man.
By morning it was his father who lay unconcious commatose and wounded , Nima hung a week later for his attempted murder though she had not been the one to put Teridius Meriet in that state. By a miricle Toby was still alive when Crix finally rescued him from the meriet Torture chamber, Though he was badly wounded physically and pychologically. The two were quickly moved from the main estate to a smaller family holding a system away. Crix's bother allowed them to live out life unhindered provided they drew no attention and Crix managed the holding in a way which did not damage the Meriet name ... meaning he turned out trained slaves who knew their place, There could be no more freinds of his among them. Leadership suited the elder brother and he was willing to give his brother something for handling it to him.
Toby and Crix spent the next decade together,It was many years before Toby could bring himself to speak, believing unbkown to Crix that talking would damn Crix to death. An unexpected side effect from Crix's father trying to coerce Toby into forsaking his love for Crix. Only when Crix was ttwenty five and his father finally scummed to death did Toby finally speak Crix became two people in that time the darker side he showed to the slaves he trained and the light , childlike side he still allowed to manifest in his relations with Toby when they were safe in the sanctuaries they made for themselves.
Crix was good at turning out obedient slaves, their blood paid for Toby's continued safety. This earned Crix the attention of people of prominance, he spent many years assisting galactic leaders in the art of control. Even at one time rising to be prince regent of isis following a nasty spot of revolution there. It was a betrayal of his once strong principles but his soul was the price he paid to ensure no one ver hurt him or the man he loved. When Toby could finally speak though he made clear his veiw that it was not a price worth paying, begging Crix to stop, to cast aside the dark in himself and be the man he had been before they had been caught.
What he had become became shockingly clear to him in all it's grptesque uglyness.How cowardly he'd been ... how evil. Consumed by guilt he finally severed ties taht same year. Leaving his family with his ammassed fortune never to return.
For the next five years Crix and Toby roamed the galaxy. Crix trying to find good works to attone for his actions and Toby following to support him as he had all the way through their relationship.
Alas even a soul can not buy life unending and shortly after Crix's 30th birthday the trials of Toby's life caught up to him. Between living as a slave for much of his life and the internal damage from his barbaric torture Toby's life had been cut dramatically short. Crix had known that he could not expect toby to live to be an old man but the death still came as a shock. He was shaken to his core and spent every moment beside Toby's death bed until the funeral.
Without Toby to remind him that he had good in him and cosumed by guilt and grief he slowly stopped his efforts to do good and instead fell into a pattern of additction, drying to numb the pain he was in with alcohol and drugs. Drifting for the last year supported by his vast personal fortune.
Though he has recently begun to see the other side of that time and make efforts to find purpose and value again he is still frequnetly found masking his pain with intoxicants
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