exalted
VIGO
| Music | toxic love |
| Aliases | The Alderman Patriarch |
| Class(es) | Crime Lord Nobleman |
| Birthplace | Coruscant |
| Age | Forties |
| Personality Traits | Ambitious Greedy Patient |
| Education Traits | Grey Eminence |
| Lifestyle Traits | Patriarch Gallant Avaricious |
| Rank(s) | Vigo of Coruscant |
| Faction(s) | Hutt Space Consortium |
| Species | Near-Human |
| Languages | Galactic Basic |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Y |
| Character Alignment | Neutral Evil |
| Height | Tol |
| Build | Athletic |
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Chapter I
My father once told me the working man was a chump. A fool that would work and work, until their back was broken and work some more, because they didn't have the creativity to come up with something new. This always sounded odd to me, but it was not until far later that I thought to truly question this wisdom.
I fell into the 'wrong crowd' pretty soon in my life. I am using quotations, because these are also my father's words. They were the rebellious crowd of Coruscant. The organizers and free spirits, the anarchists who dreamed of a day when everyone would be free.
Father cut me off, thinking it would bring me back into the fold quickly.
Instead I thrived and it wasn't long before I worked as a Union foreman on Coruscant. I fought for the same sentients my father called chumps and for a while it worked well. Until a new regime popped up, the Corporatists and everything they entailed.
Led by Supreme Chancellor Tithe they did all they could to continue to ransack and plunder every world they came across.
It became harder and harder to negotiate fair contracts. I had to make concessions, had to create justifications for myself, until one day I couldn't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. It was too late by then. I sanctioned and participated in questionable affairs... and my father resurfaced into my life.
A staunch corporatist himself... well, it turned out he had a hand in every deal I struck. A noose tightening around my neck without me even realizing it.
He got me out of trouble, swept my record clean and offered me his hand. It was time to come home, father said. He expected me to accept and was not disappointed. What father did not count on... was a hard life had made his son far more ruthless than he imagined.
One week after the new will was drawn up? Father passed away. He didn't expect that... and I didn't expect to find something fascinating in his study. Apparently dear noble and corporate father was not what he had always seemed.
A Vigo, no, the Vigo of Coruscant.
Hidden away behind a secret wall. Even more secrets... the clean and patriarchal image nothing more than a façade. I decided to take up the role in his stead.
I realized that I had been silly. Father was wrong, they weren't chumps, but the solution wasn't to break my own back trying to help them. Why wouldn't it be possible to help them... and help myself in the meantime?
The secret study had everything I needed. Contacts and assets my father cultivated over the years. A strange assortment of books delving into the Darkside.
I knew then... that this was only the beginning.
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ORGANIZER 
GREEDY 
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THE SUN RISES
Chronicles the first steps of Horus Rhyne, first of his name, into the life of crime.
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THE BLACK SUN
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