ZELLEN VERD // DARTH IVUM
Zellen was born in 838 ABY to two smitten Sith. One of the older children of House Verd and fortunate enough to have spent time with both parents at the time, Zellen excelled in both academics and combat. As a youth, he held a curiosity for any knowledge that he could get his hands on. Through the time spent bonding and training with his parents in their own free time, he found a particular niche in the Sith teachings in his mother’s collection. Though it was his father that would guide him as his first teacher, it was she who inspired and fed his thirst for the philosophical. Zellen grew in size, age, and talent. As he grew, the time came to leave the nest and find another that would teach him without the shields of parental “affection”.
The young Verd went searching and, eventually, he did find a willing Master. He found friends and brief enemies as well. He trained for countless hours, studied longer, bled, and knew the weight of killing another. He went on missions that put him in places of small scale leadership, tasks that nearly cost him his life, battles that left him with many scars in different places. When he was finally able to return home as Ivum, he returned to bad news. A dead sister and another sister that he immediately tried to bond with in an attempt to make up for lost time and reconcile with the loss. He and Dianah became inseparable. They did nearly everything together and went on missions within the Confederacy as one, working as one mind.
Though, dreams don’t always last. Ivum disappeared again. No word, no letter sent or left on a nightstand. He was simply gone, without a trace. He went off into the depths of the Outer Rim at first, seeking to settle down just for a time. His travels took him all over the Galaxy and served to keep him abreast on current events and news. Csilla’s cries spread everywhere. And that, was the beginning of it all. Wars waged again and again. Troops marched, crusades launched. Galactic powers fell, leaders of entire nations slaughtered.
And then came the fall of the Confederacy.
Panic and
fear gripped his entire being in that moment.
How? For a time, he did not believe the news. But, he couldn’t simply ignore it, especially if it was as he had heard. Ivum hadn’t found any news of his father dying or being killed, so that in itself was a small relief. However, that didn’t account for the nation or the rest of his family. Duty called him back to the South.
It was time for the prodigal son to return
Home.
Darth Metus