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Zori Kapshan
| Birthplace | Zeltron |
| Age | 56 |
| Rank | General |
| Faction | Darkwire |
| 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. |
"I have come to think of so much of consciousness as a burden, a weight. And we have spared them that - anxiety, fear, guilt. The Droids are the one who are free. Free, here. Under my control." -Westworld
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.
864 ABY
Previously known as an Imperial Moff within the confines of Scipio and the New Imperial Order, Ziro was audited by the government and found holding quantifiably millions of Imperial credits of unpaid loans and back-taxes. Being unable to pay the debt, his inventions and laboratories were seized by the military while the Moff fled Imperial space and into the only known safe haven one could find from debt collectors.
The criminal Underworld.
Ziro's immoral advancements in science wasted no time in gaining customers, mostly working as a 'ripperdoc' for repeat customers in the criminal underworlds of planets like Coruscant, Naboo, Demonsgate and Brokellia. Money was the name of the game, yet again. Ziro was terrible at it, but he had a skill that many sought, and so he began quickly amassing what wealth he could. Not to pay the Empires that he owed his debts to, no. For his own gain, for his own advancement in his various fields of science. And for the betterment of all sentience in the Galaxy. Along his travels, he has been surfacing collections of a particular individual that has drawn him note, of Ra Vizsla - a Mandalorian who had served in the Sons of Mandalore against the Sith Empire. A fascinating read, a veritable specimen.
And along his travels and with his readings, Zori came to one undeniable truth that an unbiased mad scientist usually never encountered during their hypothesis - boy did he hate Mandalorians with a passion. Mongrels, they were. Fighting over a dynasty long dead. Eating each other alive over scraps. Truly distasteful, unrefined.
TRAITS:
- Possibly has weird pheromones that alter decision making and moods in those around him.
- Brilliant mind for science.
- Bad knees.
- Arthritis.
- Bad with money.
- Quick to temper.
- God-complex.
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