NAME: Quintus Varro
FACTION: Lords of the Sith
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 28
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 1.85 m
WEIGHT: 93 kg
EYES: brown
HAIR: dark brown with golden streaks
SKIN: golden hue that turns a pale silver the more emotional he gets
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
Weaknesses:
BIOGRAPHY:
The life of a slave leaves little to talk of, and large gaps in Quintus' memory. He was a salvage worker, ripping apart droids, ships, or even old buildings at times. It was all he knew, and as horrible of an existence as it was, it still was a life of sorts. Then one day the Emperor said they were free, and it was over. Some had trades and lives to go back to, and for them it was no doubt a day of joy. For Quintus though the only thing ahead were days of hunger and a great fear of an unknown future he didn't understand.
Peace was a short lived thing in the galaxy though and soon the Empire was recruiting every able bodied soldier it could get it's hands on for it's war against the Republic. Quintus once again found himself again in a familiar rigid structure, but one in which it seemed he wouldn't always be at the bottom. It was simple obey, kill the enemy and move up. That simple order though was ripped away from him as he was noted as being force sensitive and so again found himself under another master regardless of his own feelings.
So he found himself under what he could only term a mad dog, a creature so lost to it's own rage and cruelty that nothing good could ever grow in it's shadow. Imagined slights were answered with beatings and slight failings answered in the same kind. The continuing advance of Republic forces only seemed to drive the insanity on as a misunderstood order landed him in his final punishment. Frozen in carbonite until he was useful, or so he was told. In truth his master forgot him, and soon after the Empire was abandoned and decades past by until a new group dedicated to the dark side unthawed him and the cycle continued anew.
SHIP:
Nada
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FACTION: Lords of the Sith
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Firrerreo
AGE: 28
SEX: male
HEIGHT: 1.85 m
WEIGHT: 93 kg
EYES: brown
HAIR: dark brown with golden streaks
SKIN: golden hue that turns a pale silver the more emotional he gets
FORCE SENSITIVE: yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:- Combat trained: Before Quintus became an apprentice he was a soldier and while he's not an elite commando or even a crack shot he does know which end of the blaster points towards the enemy.
- Enduring: Slave, soldier and apprentice to an abusive Sith has been the lot of Quintus life. He is used to fate being against him, and even being truly cruel. Pain is nothing new, and the rage is churns inside of him gives him the strength to go no matter the hardship if he can master himself
- Uninitiated Ambition: In a universe where unchecked ambition can cause you to lose your head a bit of caution is a boon. While Quintus has a dread need to be in control of what's his he has much less of a push to grow that field of responsibility.
Weaknesses:
- Born into slavery: Some people are taught authority from birth, and some simply learn from experience. Born into slavery though Quintus is about as prepared to take care of his own household as a child is.
- My domain: As his life and destiny has been shaped by the hand of one master or another for his entire life Quintus is very sensitive to his his own sense of control over what he does consider his.
- Uneducated: Slaves aren't afforded schooling and Quintus was no exception to that rule. Some of the basics in life one might take for granted such as the ability to fly a ship are just mysteries to the eyes of Quintus.
APPEARANCE:
With the skin changing tones of a Firrerro, a tell tale for their emotional control going from a robust gold to a pale silver as his emotions grow stronger. He isn't a man of many expressions as life's experiences has taught him to keep those to himself. Some masters liked pain and fear, and those who showed it were likely to be on the receiving end of more. Others hoped for a show of defiance they could break. So Quintus learned to show nothing bottling everything inside and protecting himself in the only way he could. Scars from burns and cuts cover his body like a tapestry, the cost of failures and just simply the enjoyment of those who could do what they would.BIOGRAPHY:
The life of a slave leaves little to talk of, and large gaps in Quintus' memory. He was a salvage worker, ripping apart droids, ships, or even old buildings at times. It was all he knew, and as horrible of an existence as it was, it still was a life of sorts. Then one day the Emperor said they were free, and it was over. Some had trades and lives to go back to, and for them it was no doubt a day of joy. For Quintus though the only thing ahead were days of hunger and a great fear of an unknown future he didn't understand.
Peace was a short lived thing in the galaxy though and soon the Empire was recruiting every able bodied soldier it could get it's hands on for it's war against the Republic. Quintus once again found himself again in a familiar rigid structure, but one in which it seemed he wouldn't always be at the bottom. It was simple obey, kill the enemy and move up. That simple order though was ripped away from him as he was noted as being force sensitive and so again found himself under another master regardless of his own feelings.
So he found himself under what he could only term a mad dog, a creature so lost to it's own rage and cruelty that nothing good could ever grow in it's shadow. Imagined slights were answered with beatings and slight failings answered in the same kind. The continuing advance of Republic forces only seemed to drive the insanity on as a misunderstood order landed him in his final punishment. Frozen in carbonite until he was useful, or so he was told. In truth his master forgot him, and soon after the Empire was abandoned and decades past by until a new group dedicated to the dark side unthawed him and the cycle continued anew.
SHIP:
Nada
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