Character Tiber Saal

[Tiber Saal]

Tiber Saal

Age	38
Species	Human (Bonadan)
Gender	Male
Height	185.42 cm
Weight	74.8427 kg
Force Sensitive	No.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

A tall, imposing man with a lean, angular build and a quietly intense presence. His head is clean-shaven, accentuating the sharp lines of his skull and the commanding set of his jaw. Deep-set, piercing eyes rest beneath a furrowed brow, often glinting with intelligence or quiet menace. His face is sculpted and severe, with high cheekbones, a straight nose, and a mouth that rarely smiles without purpose.

INVENTORY

• Tailored Officer's Tunic – A crisp, high-collared, charcoal-gray or olive-drab tunic of thick synth-weave fabric. Cut for authority and discipline, it bears no unnecessary ornamentation, only the proper code cylinders and rank plaque, denoting their station within the Imperial hierarchy.
• Matching Trousers – Slim-fitting and sharply creased, tucked into polished black boots.
• Command Belt – Reinforced leather with a matte black buckle, contains attachment points for sidearm, datapads, and utility pouches.

• Rank Insignia Plaque – Rectangular chest-mounted ID badge denoting rank and branch. Often contains encoded biometric data for restricted access.
• Code Cylinders (x2) – Small pen-like data access tools stored in tunic pockets at the shoulder. Used for secure access to terminals, starship systems, and encrypted doors.
• Encrypted Datapad – Compact, hardened device used for accessing fleet movements, personnel files, mission logs, and receiving orders directly from higher command.
• Field Communicator – Wrist-mounted or belt-worn device for short- and mid-range communication within stormtrooper squads, fleet command, or planetary garrisons.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

A stoic, calculating tactician. He speaks rarely, smiles even less, and commands with quiet authority. To most, he seems cold—his mind always working through the math of war. Fleet compositions, casualty ratios, timing of strikes—everything is numbers, patterns, and outcomes. Emotion has no place in strategy.

Though distant, he's not heartless. With trusted officers, a dry, razor-sharp wit occasionally surfaces—never loud, never obvious, but unmistakable. He leads with discipline, precision, and an unshakable calm, making decisions others might flinch from without hesitation.

To serve under him is to be part of a flawless equation. Efficient. Ruthless. Inevitable.

STRENGTHS

[ + ] Tactical Mastermind – Excels at analyzing battles with cold precision; anticipates enemy movements and adjusts fleet strategy on the fly.

[ + ] Unshakable Composure – Maintains calm under pressure, inspiring discipline and control in even the most chaotic situations.

WEAKNESSES

[ - ] Emotionally Distant – Struggles to connect with others on a personal level, which can breed mistrust or isolation among subordinates.

[ - ] Overreliance on Logic – His strict, numbers-first approach can blind him to unpredictable variables like morale, deception, or acts of desperation.

HISTORY

Born on the industrial world of Bonadan, Tiber Saal was the son of corporate elites. Both his parents held high-ranking positions within one of the planet's largest conglomerates under Corporate Sector Authority oversight. By all expectations, Tiber was meant to follow in their footsteps—just another well-dressed cog in the machine.

But Tiber saw no honor in boardrooms and profit margins.

Ambitious and calculating even as a youth, he rejected the corporate path and enlisted in the Imperial Academy, pledging himself to the Empire of the Lost—a resurgent faction that claimed to carry on the legacy of the old Empire. There, his instructors quickly noted his cold, analytical mind. In fleet simulations, he routinely sacrificed entire squadrons without hesitation if it meant securing the objective. To him, lives were numbers—nothing more.

Graduating ahead of schedule, Tiber was placed aboard a Star Destroyer as a junior officer. His rise through the ranks was swift and merciless. Superiors used his efficiency as a scalpel, deploying him in operations where emotion was a liability.

By the time the EOTL collapsed, gutted by internal corruption and economic failure, Tiber had achieved the rank of Commodore. For the first time in his life, he felt something unfamiliar: anger. Not at the rebellion, not at the Republic's ghost—but at the incompetence of his own kind. The Empire had not been defeated. It had rotted.

Refusing to become part of the decay, Tiber took his Donnager II-class Star Destroyer, loyal crew, and returned to Bonadan. There, amid crumbling infrastructure and rising chaos, he established a modest but disciplined power base. He did not claim the title of warlord—he saw himself as something far simpler: order made manifest. Where others exploited the collapse, Tiber enforced structure. He kept his people alive—not through charity, but through control.

Now, with the emergence of the Imperial Sector Authority, a new order rising from the ashes of the EOTL, Tiber answers the call. Not out of loyalty. Not out of hope.

But because the galaxy needs a hand steady enough to crush chaos itself.