Hand of Diarch Reign
Character Name: Gavin Vel
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Faction: The Diarchy
Rank: Obtio ( Knight )
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Force Sensitive?: Yes
Physical Description:
Gavin Vel stands at six feet eight inches, his presence commanding and unmistakably intimidating. His build is that of a brawler turned warrior—broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, and forged through years of brutal combat and training. Every movement carries the weight of controlled strength, a quiet reminder that his body has been honed into a weapon. His skin bears a dark, sun-worn complexion, marked by faint scars that trace the story of countless fights and survival in the harsh underworld of Nar Shaddaa.
His head is completely bald, a deliberate choice that gives him a clean, severe appearance, emphasizing his sharp jawline and the hard angles of his face. His eyes are a deep, piercing brown, often set in a look of intense focus or restrained irritation. When anger takes him, there is a fire behind them that unsettles even the most seasoned soldiers. Gavin's expression rarely softens; it is the face of a man who has seen too much and learned not to show weakness.
He dresses in dark robes trimmed with gold, the signature colors of the Diarchy and a reflection of his position as Reign's right hand. The robes are practical rather than ceremonial—tight enough across the arms and chest to allow freedom of movement, yet imposing in design. His gear is minimal but purposeful, with his orange-bladed lightsaber hanging from his belt, always within easy reach. Everything about his appearance—from the way he stands to the cold precision in his gaze—projects the image of a man built for dominance, control, and survival.
Personality:
Gavin Vel is a man of controlled fury, a storm restrained only by willpower and loyalty. Everything about him—his size, his presence—radiates power barely held in check. Once a creature of raw impulse and unthinking violence, years of training under Diarch Reign have refined him into something more deliberate. He still thrives in chaos, but he no longer serves it. Beneath the hardened exterior lies a calculating mind that measures every movement, every word, and every potential threat. His humor is dark and biting, and his temper, though dulled by discipline, is always there beneath the surface like an animal waiting to be unleashed.
Loyalty defines him. To Reign, Gavin is more than a subordinate—he is a weapon forged through hardship and tempered by belief. He follows his Master's vision without hesitation, driven by an unwavering conviction that the Diarchy represents order in a galaxy consumed by weakness and deceit. Yet, for all his strength, there is still conflict within him. He struggles between the man he once was and the one he is becoming, torn between his instinct to destroy and his desire to build something lasting. Gavin hides his doubts well, burying them beneath confidence and command, but they linger. In quieter moments, he questions what he will become when the fighting ends, or if men like him are even meant to know peace.
At his core, Gavin Vel is both weapon and man, predator and protector. He is dangerous, loyal, and brutally honest. Those who fight beside him find an unyielding ally; those who betray him find their end. His life has been carved from violence and survival, yet through Reign's guidance, he has found purpose in control. Gavin may be shaped by rage, but he is defined by choice—the choice to master it rather than be consumed by it.
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Biography
Gavin Vel's life began on the harsh streets of Nar Shaddaa, where he was abandoned from birth. His father was a low-level spice dealer, the kind who barely scraped by, while his mother was an addict lost to her own battles. With no parents to guide him, Gavin was sent to an orphanage that barely deserved the name. The orphanage was a crumbling, poorly-funded building run by indifferent caretakers more interested in siphoning government stipends than in raising children. What little funding trickled in went to keep the orphanage in the most basic condition, leaving the children to fend for themselves in a bleak, violent environment.
From a young age, Gavin was a tough, troubled child, marked by a deep resentment of the world that had abandoned him. This anger often led to fights, his spirit defiant against authority and peers alike. The orphanage's bleak conditions meant that even food was limited, turning meal times into battlegrounds. Gavin learned quickly that the weak received nothing, enduring beatings as he scrapped for his share, with no one to intervene on his behalf. As he grew, so did his fierceness and aggression, eventually catching up to his physical development. By his early teens, he had grown strong and tall, intimidating the other children. The shift in power was dramatic; the once-victimized Gavin became a dominant figure, a boy who ruled through fear, resentment, and a drive to control his environment in any way he could.
At the same time, strange occurrences set him further apart. From a young age, when he felt especially angry or scared, strange things would happen—metal objects would shake, glass would fracture, and doors would slam without anyone nearby. Though Gavin was oblivious to the true nature of these incidents, the caretakers and other children came to associate him with odd, often frightening occurrences.
One memorable episode occurred when he was only six. Another child had stolen his food, and Gavin, already weak and hungry, was filled with rage. Suddenly, the room grew cold, and the lights flickered erratically. The boy who had taken his food stumbled backward, as though an invisible force had shoved him, leaving him bruised and frightened. Gavin was confused but oddly satisfied, unaware he had triggered a surge of raw, untamed Force energy. Though he would not remember these incidents in detail, they became recurring events in his life.
As he grew older and his frustrations mounted, these manifestations became more intense. At ten, Gavin got into a fight with an older boy who bullied him mercilessly. In the heat of the moment, his anger flared so intensely that he blacked out. When he came to, the bully was on the floor, clutching a fractured arm, and Gavin had no memory of the event beyond the surge of fury he had felt. The other children began avoiding him after that, viewing him as something of a freak, but Gavin's response was only to grow colder and more detached. The few adults around dismissed the rumors, but Gavin himself sensed that his rages weren't ordinary—they were something darker, and in a twisted way, he liked it.
At sixteen, Gavin finally left the orphanage for the streets, driven by a desire for freedom, no matter how harsh. By then, no one at the orphanage cared enough to stop him, and some were likely relieved to see him go. Gavin survived by his wits and fists, stealing to get by, his encounters with street criminals sharpening his instincts. He found a brief partnership with a group of small-time landspeeder thieves, a gang of young misfits trying to make a name for themselves. Gavin enjoyed the thrill of these petty crimes, the adrenaline of each heist offering a glimpse of the high-stakes life he craved. But this phase ended abruptly when he was caught by local enforcers, quickly incarcerated.
Prison was a revelation for Gavin. Far from breaking him, it became the crucible that molded him. Inside, he encountered men who lived and breathed violence, each fight more brutal than anything he had known. Gavin adapted fast, developing a reputation as one of the most dangerous inmates. His natural ferocity caught the attention of an enforcer from one of Nar Shaddaa's most vicious gangs, a man who saw potential in the young inmate's ruthless will to survive. By the time Gavin was released, he had secured himself an "in" with this gang, a path into the criminal world's deadliest circles.
Upon his release, Gavin joined the gang without hesitation. His capacity for violence and his growing skill in hand-to-hand combat made him a valuable asset. He climbed the ranks quickly, his brutal reputation spreading as he became known for handling the gang's dirtiest work. Gavin's fearsome reputation was sealed through countless violent confrontations, each more brutal than the last. He became the enforcer's enforcer—a figure others feared and respected, someone who thrived in the underworld's darkest, most dangerous corners.
Yet, beneath this hardened exterior, something unusual was stirring within Gavin. Since childhood, he had experienced episodes of blinding rage, moments where he would lose all sense of time and self. He'd blackout, only to awaken surrounded by chaos he could not remember causing. As a teenager, these blackouts were sporadic, but as he grew older, they became more frequent—and far more dangerous. In the aftermath of each episode, Gavin would find himself surrounded by devastation, his hands often bloodied. His fellow gang members viewed these rages with a mixture of awe and terror, uncertain whether to attribute them to his fury or something far darker.
Unknown to him, these episodes were manifestations of the Force—a violent, untamed power triggered by his intense emotions. His potential did not go unnoticed for long. The Sith, always watchful for Force-sensitive individuals, soon caught wind of his abilities. When they approached him, Gavin saw in their offer a chance to finally control the force within him and a way to leave the constraints of Nar Shaddaa behind. The opportunity to wield this newfound power as a member of the Sith was irresistible, and he accepted without a second thought, eager to embrace his destiny and see just how far his darkness could take him.
Life at the Kor'ethyr Academy was brutal, but for Gavin Vel, it was familiar. Pain and violence were languages he already spoke fluently. What separated him from others was not just his endurance, but his willingness to push beyond limits. He thrived in the gladiatorial trials of the Academy—battles fought with bone-carved swords laced with pelko bug toxin, a weapon designed to inflict searing agony without death.
Under the watch of Battlemaster Darth Thaliax, Gavin learned to channel his pain into focus. Every scar was a lesson, every failure a teacher. Yet his temper remained his greatest obstacle. More than once, his outbursts left fellow acolytes hospitalized.
It was during this volatile stage that Diarch Reign took notice of him. The Diarch saw potential buried beneath Gavin's fury—a weapon waiting to be shaped, not through cruelty but through discipline. Reign took him as an apprentice, and for the first time in his life, Gavin knew direction.
Reign's training was unlike anything Gavin had endured. The Diarch's methods balanced strict control with philosophical depth, forcing Gavin to confront his dependence on rage. Where others demanded obedience, Reign demanded understanding. Gavin learned that anger was a resource, not a master; that restraint was not weakness, but power waiting to strike.
Under Reign's mentorship, Gavin learned to control the Force with precision. His lightsaber construction on Nathema—a world devoid of the Force itself—became a defining moment. Stripped of his connection, Gavin faced the terrifying silence within himself, and through it, he built his weapon: a blade of searing orange, symbolic of tempered fury.
Through countless missions, he served at Reign's side. From infiltrations on Bescane's Industrial Works to the brutal Trials of Ozzuk Thren, Gavin proved himself again and again. Each campaign forged him further into the image of a perfect enforcer: deadly, loyal, and unflinching.
When the Diarchy fractured from the Sith Empire, Gavin's loyalty never wavered. He chose to follow Reign without hesitation, abandoning the infighting of the Sith to help forge a new order—one founded on structure, strength, and absolute control.
Now serving as Optio, Gavin acts as Reign's right hand: the sword of the Diarch, the enforcer of his will. His duties span the reach of the Diarchy's domains—from commanding detachments of the Diarchy Armed Forces to overseeing operations for The Network, the intelligence arm of the regime.
Though his reputation is that of a ruthless warrior, those who know him understand that his rage is no longer blind. It is honed. Controlled. Purposeful. Gavin Vel has become the embodiment of what Reign preaches: that chaos can be mastered, and that power is nothing without discipline.
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Faction: The Diarchy
Rank: Obtio ( Knight )
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Force Sensitive?: Yes
Physical Description:
Gavin Vel stands at six feet eight inches, his presence commanding and unmistakably intimidating. His build is that of a brawler turned warrior—broad-shouldered, heavily muscled, and forged through years of brutal combat and training. Every movement carries the weight of controlled strength, a quiet reminder that his body has been honed into a weapon. His skin bears a dark, sun-worn complexion, marked by faint scars that trace the story of countless fights and survival in the harsh underworld of Nar Shaddaa.
His head is completely bald, a deliberate choice that gives him a clean, severe appearance, emphasizing his sharp jawline and the hard angles of his face. His eyes are a deep, piercing brown, often set in a look of intense focus or restrained irritation. When anger takes him, there is a fire behind them that unsettles even the most seasoned soldiers. Gavin's expression rarely softens; it is the face of a man who has seen too much and learned not to show weakness.
He dresses in dark robes trimmed with gold, the signature colors of the Diarchy and a reflection of his position as Reign's right hand. The robes are practical rather than ceremonial—tight enough across the arms and chest to allow freedom of movement, yet imposing in design. His gear is minimal but purposeful, with his orange-bladed lightsaber hanging from his belt, always within easy reach. Everything about his appearance—from the way he stands to the cold precision in his gaze—projects the image of a man built for dominance, control, and survival.
Personality:
Gavin Vel is a man of controlled fury, a storm restrained only by willpower and loyalty. Everything about him—his size, his presence—radiates power barely held in check. Once a creature of raw impulse and unthinking violence, years of training under Diarch Reign have refined him into something more deliberate. He still thrives in chaos, but he no longer serves it. Beneath the hardened exterior lies a calculating mind that measures every movement, every word, and every potential threat. His humor is dark and biting, and his temper, though dulled by discipline, is always there beneath the surface like an animal waiting to be unleashed.
Loyalty defines him. To Reign, Gavin is more than a subordinate—he is a weapon forged through hardship and tempered by belief. He follows his Master's vision without hesitation, driven by an unwavering conviction that the Diarchy represents order in a galaxy consumed by weakness and deceit. Yet, for all his strength, there is still conflict within him. He struggles between the man he once was and the one he is becoming, torn between his instinct to destroy and his desire to build something lasting. Gavin hides his doubts well, burying them beneath confidence and command, but they linger. In quieter moments, he questions what he will become when the fighting ends, or if men like him are even meant to know peace.
At his core, Gavin Vel is both weapon and man, predator and protector. He is dangerous, loyal, and brutally honest. Those who fight beside him find an unyielding ally; those who betray him find their end. His life has been carved from violence and survival, yet through Reign's guidance, he has found purpose in control. Gavin may be shaped by rage, but he is defined by choice—the choice to master it rather than be consumed by it.
Strengths:
- Hand-to-Hand Combat: Gavin's life on the streets of Nar Shaddaa and years of Sith training have made him a brutal and efficient close-quarters fighter. His natural aggression, precision, and speed allow him to dominate in unarmed combat, overpowering foes with devastating force.
- Physical Strength: Towering and heavily built, Gavin possesses exceptional physical power. Every strike he delivers carries tremendous weight, and few can match him in raw might. His body has been honed into a weapon through constant training and battle.
- Form V Mastery (Reign's Variant): Under Diarch Reign's personal tutelage, Gavin mastered a modified version of Form V. This adaptation focuses on relentless pressure, calculated counterstrikes, and overpowering momentum. His style embodies control through dominance, merging precision with overwhelming strength.
- Adept Force Control: Once chaotic and unstable, Gavin's connection to the Force has become disciplined and deliberate. He channels it to enhance his speed, endurance, and striking power, blending it seamlessly with his physical combat techniques. His ability to balance rage with focus allows him to fight with clarity and purpose.
- Endurance and Pain Tolerance: Years of ruthless conditioning at the Kor'ethyr Academy forged Gavin into a being who can endure punishment far beyond normal limits. He fights through pain as though it were nothing, using it to fuel his strength rather than slow him down.
- Fearlessness: Gavin's confidence in his power and his faith in Reign's vision make him fearless. Whether facing blasters, lightsabers, or overwhelming odds, he never hesitates. His composure in battle makes him a terrifying opponent.
- Loyalty to Diarch Reign: Gavin's devotion to his master is absolute. He believes in Reign's purpose and acts as his enforcer without question. His loyalty grants him focus and drive, allowing him to channel his strength toward a singular goal—the triumph of the Diarchy.
Weaknesses:
- Volatile Temper: Despite his progress, Gavin's anger remains a constant struggle. When provoked, his restraint can falter, causing him to act on impulse rather than reason. In the wrong moment, his rage can cloud his judgment.
- Limited Patience: Gavin thrives in direct confrontation but struggles with diplomacy, strategy, and prolonged negotiations. He prefers decisive action to drawn-out planning, which can make him reckless in situations requiring subtlety.
- Dependence on Physical Power: His strength is his greatest asset, but also a limitation. Gavin often relies on brute force to solve problems, which leaves him vulnerable against highly skilled opponents who exploit precision and technique over raw power.
- Emotional Instability: Gavin's emotions run deep, and though he has learned control, they still shape many of his actions. Guilt, doubt, and loyalty can all be manipulated against him by those who understand his psyche.
- Lack of Political Foresight: Trained as a fighter, not a statesman, Gavin often underestimates the complexities of politics and manipulation. He sees problems in terms of enemies to crush rather than systems to influence, limiting his effectiveness outside of combat.
- Overconfidence: His success and growing reputation sometimes make him underestimate his opponents. Gavin's belief in his own strength can lead him to charge headfirst into situations that demand caution or teamwork.
- Unresolved Attachment: Though he denies it, Gavin's bond with Naamino and his trust in Reign make him emotionally vulnerable. His loyalty is absolute, and betrayal from those he respects would cut deeper than any blade.
Biography
Gavin Vel's life began on the harsh streets of Nar Shaddaa, where he was abandoned from birth. His father was a low-level spice dealer, the kind who barely scraped by, while his mother was an addict lost to her own battles. With no parents to guide him, Gavin was sent to an orphanage that barely deserved the name. The orphanage was a crumbling, poorly-funded building run by indifferent caretakers more interested in siphoning government stipends than in raising children. What little funding trickled in went to keep the orphanage in the most basic condition, leaving the children to fend for themselves in a bleak, violent environment.
From a young age, Gavin was a tough, troubled child, marked by a deep resentment of the world that had abandoned him. This anger often led to fights, his spirit defiant against authority and peers alike. The orphanage's bleak conditions meant that even food was limited, turning meal times into battlegrounds. Gavin learned quickly that the weak received nothing, enduring beatings as he scrapped for his share, with no one to intervene on his behalf. As he grew, so did his fierceness and aggression, eventually catching up to his physical development. By his early teens, he had grown strong and tall, intimidating the other children. The shift in power was dramatic; the once-victimized Gavin became a dominant figure, a boy who ruled through fear, resentment, and a drive to control his environment in any way he could.
At the same time, strange occurrences set him further apart. From a young age, when he felt especially angry or scared, strange things would happen—metal objects would shake, glass would fracture, and doors would slam without anyone nearby. Though Gavin was oblivious to the true nature of these incidents, the caretakers and other children came to associate him with odd, often frightening occurrences.
One memorable episode occurred when he was only six. Another child had stolen his food, and Gavin, already weak and hungry, was filled with rage. Suddenly, the room grew cold, and the lights flickered erratically. The boy who had taken his food stumbled backward, as though an invisible force had shoved him, leaving him bruised and frightened. Gavin was confused but oddly satisfied, unaware he had triggered a surge of raw, untamed Force energy. Though he would not remember these incidents in detail, they became recurring events in his life.
As he grew older and his frustrations mounted, these manifestations became more intense. At ten, Gavin got into a fight with an older boy who bullied him mercilessly. In the heat of the moment, his anger flared so intensely that he blacked out. When he came to, the bully was on the floor, clutching a fractured arm, and Gavin had no memory of the event beyond the surge of fury he had felt. The other children began avoiding him after that, viewing him as something of a freak, but Gavin's response was only to grow colder and more detached. The few adults around dismissed the rumors, but Gavin himself sensed that his rages weren't ordinary—they were something darker, and in a twisted way, he liked it.
At sixteen, Gavin finally left the orphanage for the streets, driven by a desire for freedom, no matter how harsh. By then, no one at the orphanage cared enough to stop him, and some were likely relieved to see him go. Gavin survived by his wits and fists, stealing to get by, his encounters with street criminals sharpening his instincts. He found a brief partnership with a group of small-time landspeeder thieves, a gang of young misfits trying to make a name for themselves. Gavin enjoyed the thrill of these petty crimes, the adrenaline of each heist offering a glimpse of the high-stakes life he craved. But this phase ended abruptly when he was caught by local enforcers, quickly incarcerated.
Prison was a revelation for Gavin. Far from breaking him, it became the crucible that molded him. Inside, he encountered men who lived and breathed violence, each fight more brutal than anything he had known. Gavin adapted fast, developing a reputation as one of the most dangerous inmates. His natural ferocity caught the attention of an enforcer from one of Nar Shaddaa's most vicious gangs, a man who saw potential in the young inmate's ruthless will to survive. By the time Gavin was released, he had secured himself an "in" with this gang, a path into the criminal world's deadliest circles.
Upon his release, Gavin joined the gang without hesitation. His capacity for violence and his growing skill in hand-to-hand combat made him a valuable asset. He climbed the ranks quickly, his brutal reputation spreading as he became known for handling the gang's dirtiest work. Gavin's fearsome reputation was sealed through countless violent confrontations, each more brutal than the last. He became the enforcer's enforcer—a figure others feared and respected, someone who thrived in the underworld's darkest, most dangerous corners.
Yet, beneath this hardened exterior, something unusual was stirring within Gavin. Since childhood, he had experienced episodes of blinding rage, moments where he would lose all sense of time and self. He'd blackout, only to awaken surrounded by chaos he could not remember causing. As a teenager, these blackouts were sporadic, but as he grew older, they became more frequent—and far more dangerous. In the aftermath of each episode, Gavin would find himself surrounded by devastation, his hands often bloodied. His fellow gang members viewed these rages with a mixture of awe and terror, uncertain whether to attribute them to his fury or something far darker.
Unknown to him, these episodes were manifestations of the Force—a violent, untamed power triggered by his intense emotions. His potential did not go unnoticed for long. The Sith, always watchful for Force-sensitive individuals, soon caught wind of his abilities. When they approached him, Gavin saw in their offer a chance to finally control the force within him and a way to leave the constraints of Nar Shaddaa behind. The opportunity to wield this newfound power as a member of the Sith was irresistible, and he accepted without a second thought, eager to embrace his destiny and see just how far his darkness could take him.
Life at the Kor'ethyr Academy was brutal, but for Gavin Vel, it was familiar. Pain and violence were languages he already spoke fluently. What separated him from others was not just his endurance, but his willingness to push beyond limits. He thrived in the gladiatorial trials of the Academy—battles fought with bone-carved swords laced with pelko bug toxin, a weapon designed to inflict searing agony without death.
Under the watch of Battlemaster Darth Thaliax, Gavin learned to channel his pain into focus. Every scar was a lesson, every failure a teacher. Yet his temper remained his greatest obstacle. More than once, his outbursts left fellow acolytes hospitalized.
It was during this volatile stage that Diarch Reign took notice of him. The Diarch saw potential buried beneath Gavin's fury—a weapon waiting to be shaped, not through cruelty but through discipline. Reign took him as an apprentice, and for the first time in his life, Gavin knew direction.
Reign's training was unlike anything Gavin had endured. The Diarch's methods balanced strict control with philosophical depth, forcing Gavin to confront his dependence on rage. Where others demanded obedience, Reign demanded understanding. Gavin learned that anger was a resource, not a master; that restraint was not weakness, but power waiting to strike.
Under Reign's mentorship, Gavin learned to control the Force with precision. His lightsaber construction on Nathema—a world devoid of the Force itself—became a defining moment. Stripped of his connection, Gavin faced the terrifying silence within himself, and through it, he built his weapon: a blade of searing orange, symbolic of tempered fury.
Through countless missions, he served at Reign's side. From infiltrations on Bescane's Industrial Works to the brutal Trials of Ozzuk Thren, Gavin proved himself again and again. Each campaign forged him further into the image of a perfect enforcer: deadly, loyal, and unflinching.
When the Diarchy fractured from the Sith Empire, Gavin's loyalty never wavered. He chose to follow Reign without hesitation, abandoning the infighting of the Sith to help forge a new order—one founded on structure, strength, and absolute control.
Now serving as Optio, Gavin acts as Reign's right hand: the sword of the Diarch, the enforcer of his will. His duties span the reach of the Diarchy's domains—from commanding detachments of the Diarchy Armed Forces to overseeing operations for The Network, the intelligence arm of the regime.
Though his reputation is that of a ruthless warrior, those who know him understand that his rage is no longer blind. It is honed. Controlled. Purposeful. Gavin Vel has become the embodiment of what Reign preaches: that chaos can be mastered, and that power is nothing without discipline.
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