The Admiralty
Tashalut Nwulanjat
"Peace is a lie."
Basic Information
Name: Tashalut Nwulanjat (Lying About Peace)
Nickname: Tashkut (Lies)
Faction: Exile
Species: Sith Pureblood
Age: 19
Height: 6'0"
Build: Strong, lithe
Eyes: Red
Hair: None. (Black)
Skin: Red
Force Sensitive: Oh, yes.
Strengths & Weaknesses
“The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit—but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.”
“The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.”
“Bravery is just a different kind of broken.”
Biography
Soft, soft yellow grains crunching underneath his boots. Sturdy boots. You could figure out a man’s worth by the quality of his boots, one of the universal truths of the Galaxy and that was the truth of it, he reckoned. There were many kinds of men out there. Those that would wear luxurious nothings into the wylds without blinking - more concerned with how they shined than how it would feel after a long day of hiking. Then there were the solid few who cared nothing for the opinions of others and simply wished to be comfortable in a harsh, unyielding environment.
Was there a middle ground?
Tashkut did not think so, no. Boots were like the windows to a man’s very soul. You couldn’t compromise on them, couldn’t decide to wear ‘neutral’ boots, there wasn’t such a thing as neutral boots, was there?
No, no, there wasn’t. He brushed at the rough scarf wrapped around his head - barely a scarf, textile torn off from one of his spare shirts - and couldn’t help but scowl at the sun. The Eye of Horuset, it was called in the annals of his people.
A deity as cruel and unyielding as they deserved.
It had kept them strong throughout the ages, until they had finally reached for the stars and found prosperity elsewhere.
Prosperity.
What a thing. Scattered like ashes on the wind, their blood diluted and their ways lost… or assimilated and twisted by the infantile, Tashkut did not know which fate was worse to consider. Not that it truly mattered right now, no, no it did not.
Once again he brushed against the scarf, trying to keep it firmly wrapped. A sigh escaped those parched lips.
He still had a long way to go.