L O S T
╫ T O M A S ╫ M I D O S E A ╫
Lost Prince of Ukatis
NAME: Tomas Midosea
FACTION: The Soup Kitchen
RANK: Prince, Ex-Slave, Smuggler, Mercenary
SPECIES: Human, Ukati
HOMEWORLD: Ukatis
AGE: 34
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 170lb
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dark Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Untested
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CHARACTER TRAITS:
╫ Insomniac
╫ Well-Learned
╫ Quick Thinking
╫ Loner; tends to stick to himself, untrusting of others, aloof
╫ Noble Outlaw... He does 'bad' things, for good reasons
╫ Decent Pilot and Smuggler
╫ Former Slave; hates being put back into a position of subservience
╫ Gunslinger
╫ Severely Scarred Body; he's never seen without something covering his torso
╫ Missing, Presumed Dead
BIOGRAPHY:
Tomas was born the third son of King and Queen Midosea of Ukatis, and though he would never be their Crowned Prince or heir a great deal of celebration was had across the world. He proved to be a happy and contented babe who clung to his mother and caused very little in the way of trouble, even into his 'terrible twos' and beyond. Viewed as nothing less than an angel, he was heavily doted upon by his parents and their close family, and while he was not necessarily favoured or spoiled any more than his brothers he did take up much of their attention.
For a time this did not seem to upset the boys at all, the eldest was Crowned Prince and busy with his studies, while the middle boy had reached an age where he could enjoy his role as the spare heir. But when Tomas grew toward prepubescence and still retained these qualities their fine veneers began to crack. Tired of Tomas constantly having the limelight, they concocted a plan to rid themselves of the boy and return things to the way they had been before he was born.
The brothers conspired with outlaws from the Expansion, going so far as to pay a group of men to smuggle their little brother away from Ukatis and out of the Inner Rim itself. Neither showed any care for what might happen to the boy, where he might end up or the life he might lead, and in his absence they played the part of grieving brothers alongside their family. There wasn't anything to suspect from the boys, and though the family sent out private investigators to track down Tomas the trail ran cold. He was gone, and his mother fell into a terrible sickness in the months and years following.
Over the next few months of his life, Tomas traded hands numerous times. From outlaw to outlaw, smuggler to smuggler, he finally landed in the grasp of slavers and from there everything went downhill. He found himself in Hutt Space, taken into the service of the Meriet Household, and at the young age of just 8 he was put to work within the family's vast estate. Taught how to do things that had previously been done for him, at the threat of lashings should he fail to comply, the bright and bubbly boy did not take long at all to break.
He found relief only in the form of Lord Meriet's youngest son, a boy just a few years younger than he called Crix. While he was still expected to do his work, when he was around Crix he discovered that he could be a little more himself, and the punishments seemed to wane in comparison to what he felt at the hands of the other enforcers. The boys would talk, and sometimes even play, while Tomas worked, and their interactions allowed the boy to see the other side of the spectrum. The lives he'd taken for granted back on Ukatis. While theirs had not been a slaving world, nor had they been cruel to their house staff, there had always been a clear divide... and now he realized they were the same in many ways. And one tragedy could bring them down to the same level.
For years he existed in this way, his body as scarred as his mind, with only Crix to confide in, until Lord Meriet finally had enough of his son's habit of consorting with their slaves. He stripped Tomas of his position within the household, and instead sent him down into one of the many mines their family owned. Life in the house was a luxury compared to the hell that was the mines. While the Meriet household predominantly oversaw ore mines, Tomas found himself working with something far worse: Spice. Lord Meriet, it would seem, had a crueler streak than he had ever noticed before.
Down there the workers were shackled together, working in excruciating heats, for inhumane hours. The spice itself did a number on their health, the constant exposure to its particles causing the boy to develop a rather dreadful cough and for a time he found himself hooked on the stuff - though he could never actually get a real taste for it, given his situation. To steal from the Spice Mines meant certain death, or so it was drilled into them.
It wasn't until his 20th year that the nightmare finally ended. Crix, it seemed, had never quite forgotten the years they'd held a rocky 'friendship', and in an act of defiance against his father he had Tomas released and smuggled away from Hutt Space with little more than the clothes on his back and what few supplies the Lordling could muster up in his haste. That was the last time he saw Crix, but that one act of kindness remained with him for many years to come even when he could no longer remember the man's face and only his name remained.
Tomas ran to the Core, a place which was at the time the heart of the Galactic Republic and decidedly anti-slavery. There he signed up with the Republic Navy where he was put through basic training, taught how to pilot a ship, as well as how to hold his own in a firefight; he loved the feeling of freedom that flying provided him with, and the fact that he knew how to wield a blaster should the need arise. It made him feel powerful, as though he now had the upper-hand where fiends like Lord Meriet were concerned. Never again would he be enslaved, or subservient to another.
Of course, he learned quickly that the latter would follow him from his time as a slave and into the Navy. Tomas naturally began at the bottom of the rung, which meant he was underling to almost everyone else he came into contact with. He fought back the feelings of inadequacy and rage for several years and ascended a few ranks of the Republic Navy in that time. Ultimately, however, he found the environment and hierarchy to be suffocating and shortly after turning 25 he fled from service and hid in the undercity of Coruscant in hopes that he would not be found and dragged back or tried as a deserter.
There he put his newfound skills to use, working as a mercenary for hire, but never entrapping himself within the ranks of any one gang or organization, completing smuggling runs to keep his head afloat and a roof over his head, and when the One Sith took over the world he played the part of saboteur alongside many others in hopes of impeding their grasp of the undercity citizens.
Now the One Sith is gone, replaced by further Imperialistic Factions, and Tomas still finds himself fighting the good fight. With the Republic gone he no longer has the threat of service or imprisonment to contend with, but over the years he seems to have made Coruscant his home. His life on Ukatis feels like many lifetimes ago, and though he's now in a position to return he feels no urge to do so. There is still so much work to be done on Coruscant, after all, and his family have lasted this long without him...
SHIP:
Ghtroc-720, Gorskin Deliverance
KILLS:
None
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None
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ROLEPLAYS:
╫ Devil's Spoke [x]