C O N Q U E R O R
"And the great dragon
was cast out."
BASIC INFO |
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FACTION INFO |
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| Faction | Mandalorian Empire Sith Order |
| Clan | House Verd House Talon |
| Division | TBD |
| Rank | TBD |
Aegon cuts an imposing figure, tall and powerfully built, his physique honed into something brutal and deliberate rather than ornamental, every line of muscle suggesting function before vanity. His skin is marked by the subtle wear of battle and hard living, framed by long dark hair that falls loose around his shoulders, often tangled by heat, ash, or motion. His eyes carry a steady, predatory intensity, the kind that does not flare with rage so much as promise follow-through, and his expression rarely softens into anything resembling ease.
His attire shifts with circumstance, sometimes armored, sometimes stripped down to mobility and intimidation, but it is always practical, always made for violence. The one constant is the red headband bound around his brow, worn regardless of armor, environment, or role, a fixed and deliberate choice that marks him as unchanging at his core even as everything else about him adapts.
His attire shifts with circumstance, sometimes armored, sometimes stripped down to mobility and intimidation, but it is always practical, always made for violence. The one constant is the red headband bound around his brow, worn regardless of armor, environment, or role, a fixed and deliberate choice that marks him as unchanging at his core even as everything else about him adapts.
PERSONALITY & BELIEFS
Aegon moves through the galaxy with the bearing of someone who expects the world to yield or break, yet beneath that hard exterior lies a profound absence of certainty that he neither understands nor admits. He does not know who he is, why he exists, or what shape his future is meant to take, and that hollow space leaves him adrift in a universe that feels hostile by default. When confronted with things he cannot immediately grasp, confusion curdles into frustration and then into anger, though he refuses to name or explain the source of it, choosing silence over vulnerability every time.
He carries himself with a cold, dismissive near-arrogance, a posture learned as armor rather than pride, and he treats belief, faith, and ideology with open skepticism, finding little reason to trust in concepts he cannot remember choosing. With memories fractured and purpose undefined, Aegon believes in almost nothing beyond forward motion and survival, existing less as a man guided by conviction and more as a force searching for something solid enough to anchor him.
He carries himself with a cold, dismissive near-arrogance, a posture learned as armor rather than pride, and he treats belief, faith, and ideology with open skepticism, finding little reason to trust in concepts he cannot remember choosing. With memories fractured and purpose undefined, Aegon believes in almost nothing beyond forward motion and survival, existing less as a man guided by conviction and more as a force searching for something solid enough to anchor him.
STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
▲ STRENGTH - FLASH TRAINING: Though he does not consciously recognize its source, Aegon possesses deeply embedded combat knowledge drawn from Kamino’s memory banks, allowing him to instinctively employ Mandalorian tactics and Echani martial disciplines with lethal efficiency.
▲ STRENGTH - PRIMAL ATTUNEMENT: Lacking formal instruction yet dangerously potent, Aegon’s connection to the Force is raw and instinctual, enabling him to overwhelm opponents through sheer presence, physical dominance, and violent surges of power rather than refined technique.
▼ WEAKNESS - FRACTURED IDENTITY: With no clear sense of self, history, or purpose, Aegon is prone to internal instability, and moments of uncertainty or unfamiliarity can disrupt his focus and push him toward reckless decisions.
▼ WEAKNESS - UNCHECKED RAGE: When confusion or resistance blocks his understanding, frustration rapidly escalates into fury, Aegon him to overcommit, ignore long-term consequences, and leave himself vulnerable to patient or manipulative adversaries.
▲ STRENGTH - PRIMAL ATTUNEMENT: Lacking formal instruction yet dangerously potent, Aegon’s connection to the Force is raw and instinctual, enabling him to overwhelm opponents through sheer presence, physical dominance, and violent surges of power rather than refined technique.
▼ WEAKNESS - FRACTURED IDENTITY: With no clear sense of self, history, or purpose, Aegon is prone to internal instability, and moments of uncertainty or unfamiliarity can disrupt his focus and push him toward reckless decisions.
▼ WEAKNESS - UNCHECKED RAGE: When confusion or resistance blocks his understanding, frustration rapidly escalates into fury, Aegon him to overcommit, ignore long-term consequences, and leave himself vulnerable to patient or manipulative adversaries.
HISTORY
During the height of a southern dominion that once bent entire systems to its will, cracks formed quietly within its own ranks. Some viewed the rule of its most powerful figure with unease, unsettled by the open embrace of forbidden traditions and the way authority and mysticism were intertwined. These dissenters did not move openly, nor did they challenge power directly. Instead, they watched, waited, and prepared for a future that might never come, believing that even gods should have contingencies.
That opportunity arrived after a brutal clash in the Southern Systems, where two towering figures were grievously wounded and transported to Kamino for treatment. There, beneath the sterile calm of the cloners’ halls, genetic samples were taken and quietly preserved, catalogued under protocols never meant to see the light of day. With the aid of shadowed advisors steeped in ancient knowledge, the conspirators sought to craft a solution rather than a successor, a being engineered not to rule or inspire, but to end a reign should it ever threaten their interests.
The moment of necessity never arrived. Power endured, the feared betrayal never came, and the project was abandoned without ceremony. The unfinished amalgamation remained suspended in silence, locked away in stasis as decades passed and the galaxy moved on, its purpose unfulfilled and its existence all but erased from living memory. Kamino continued its work as it always had, and the weapon slept, unnamed and unseen.
Everything changed in 902 ABY, when the Planeshift Calamity tore the world from its place and scattered its people and secrets across the stars. Systems failed, containment fields collapsed, and long dormant programs activated without oversight or restraint. Aegon’s awakening was violent and unceremonious, greeted by fire, ruptured corridors, and the screams of a facility tearing itself apart. With no guidance, no memory, and no understanding of what he was meant to be, he escaped into the wider galaxy, carrying only instinct, confusion, and the quiet sense that he had been born for a purpose no one remained to claim.
That opportunity arrived after a brutal clash in the Southern Systems, where two towering figures were grievously wounded and transported to Kamino for treatment. There, beneath the sterile calm of the cloners’ halls, genetic samples were taken and quietly preserved, catalogued under protocols never meant to see the light of day. With the aid of shadowed advisors steeped in ancient knowledge, the conspirators sought to craft a solution rather than a successor, a being engineered not to rule or inspire, but to end a reign should it ever threaten their interests.
The moment of necessity never arrived. Power endured, the feared betrayal never came, and the project was abandoned without ceremony. The unfinished amalgamation remained suspended in silence, locked away in stasis as decades passed and the galaxy moved on, its purpose unfulfilled and its existence all but erased from living memory. Kamino continued its work as it always had, and the weapon slept, unnamed and unseen.
Everything changed in 902 ABY, when the Planeshift Calamity tore the world from its place and scattered its people and secrets across the stars. Systems failed, containment fields collapsed, and long dormant programs activated without oversight or restraint. Aegon’s awakening was violent and unceremonious, greeted by fire, ruptured corridors, and the screams of a facility tearing itself apart. With no guidance, no memory, and no understanding of what he was meant to be, he escaped into the wider galaxy, carrying only instinct, confusion, and the quiet sense that he had been born for a purpose no one remained to claim.
