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Zori Kapshan
| Birthplace | Zeltron |
| Age | 56 |
| Rank | General |
| Faction | New Imperial Order |
| Home | Scipio |
| Species | Zeltron |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | No |
| Height | 5'9 |
| Weight | 178lbs |
| Hair Color | White |
| Eye Color | Green/Red |
| Skin Color | Pink |
| Distinctive features | Long scar down cheek, heterochromia in his eyes. |
"Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination."
Zori Kapshan was born on Zeltron.
He accelerated his way through school and the many colleges early on, and was highly reputed as one of the foremost brilliant minds in astrophysics and robotics at the Universities he attended. Education was not the life Zori, though. He yearned to grasp the tendrils of the Universe and collectively dominate it's many mysteries. While others in his youth explored war, women, booze and theatrics - Kapshan toyed with the ideas of stellar and lunar travel, of dyson spheres, of neutrino stars and the like. Science was his mind, and by the bosom he blanketed himself entirely in it.
Grants applied to his scholarship were given by the Intergalactic Banking Clan on Scipio, and upon graduating and seeking a career in his fields, money is what led him off of Zeltron and into the wider Galaxy. Though not a man of any renown other than his few papers published on the gravitational influences of black holes and the theorized existence of metaphysical beings post-Akala, Zori sought a laboratory to call his own, where he may pursue his thirst for the unknown and experimentation. The money began to flow, and his career as an upstart Scientist began to take off. It was then that the New Imperial Order, a faction equally new and up and coming, took notice and made the Zeltron an offer he couldn't refuse.
They promised him wealth. They promised him glory. They promised him personnel, a future. They promised a lot, but only one promise was of any significance to Zori.
Sweet, sweet, military funding.
It gave Zori the fuel he needed to escalate his small practice into something wonderful - applicable science, in applicable environments, used by real test subjects in actionable scenarios. They wanted science. They wanted Zori. Zori wanted subjects. It was a match made in heaven. Lacking all sense of morality, Kapshan began to lean into the Imperial mindset, capitulating on every small thing that stood in his way of the true goals - unbridled, uncompromised theories. It was a small price to pay for unlocking the secrets of a millenia, the Dead Man's chest of the Galaxy. Zori never cared, not once. There were no rules, no morals, no innocence to barter or compromise - he laid it all out bare on the table, marching relentlessly towards the Imperial Order's demands - and his own private rocket fuel towards scientific stardom.
It wasn't a small price to pay.
It was the only price to pay.
TRAITS:
- Possibly has weird pheromones that alter decision making and moods in those around him.
- Brilliant mind for science.
- Bad knees.
- Arthritis.
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