"Soldiers die. Empires fall. Discipline remains."
Cassian Ravel
| Age | 36 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 1.87 meters |
| Weight | 86 kilograms |
| Force Sensitive | no |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Cassian Ravel cuts the figure of a soldier preserved in his prime: tall, broad-shouldered, with a build that speaks of disciplined physicality rather than brute strength. His olive-toned skin is unblemished by time, yet his eyes—steel blue and piercing—radiate a weary intensity, the kind that only centuries of history can burn into a man's soul. His dark hair is cropped in the fashion of a long-dead military era, and a trimmed beard gives him the look of a once-honorable commander reinvented as something more mercenary, more dangerous. He still wears his old uniform proudly.
INVENTORY
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Cassian Ravel is a paradox in motion—charming yet cold, idealistic yet mercenary. Time has not broken him; it has tempered him. A born leader, Cassian exudes the presence of a man who expects to be followed—not through fear, but sheer gravitational will. Every word is calculated for effect, every smile a strategic weapon. He commands respect not by force, but by invoking purpose in the people beneath him.
Haunted by the loss of the Republic he once bled for, Cassian believes in structure, hierarchy, and the necessity of empire—but he has no illusions. The galaxy is a war machine, and he intends to sit at the helm, carving order out of chaos under Serina's shadowed banner. Loyalty to her is pragmatic—she offers him purpose, power, and a place to command again in a galaxy that has forgotten his name.
He despises disorder, mindless cruelty, and unearned power. He is fascinated by Serina's vision, but not yet fully consumed by it—his loyalty remains professional, not devotional. Yet.
STRENGTHS
Battle-Hardened Strategist: Cassian possesses centuries-old knowledge of war, siege, and maneuver. His tactics combine ancient Republic discipline with ruthless modern flexibility.
Magnetic Command Presence: Inspires loyalty in his troops through sheer presence, speechcraft, and professional charisma. He's a soldier's commander—never asks what he wouldn't do himself.
Adapted to the New Age: Despite his origins, he's a fast learner. Cassian has adapted rapidly to new tech, warfare styles, and power structures in the 9th century ABY.
WEAKNESSES
Temporal Displacement Syndrome: While outwardly composed, Cassian suffers from dislocation trauma—centuries of change gnaw at his psyche. He has no home, no culture, no place—only orders and function.
Outdated Ideals: His internal code is rooted in a Republic that no longer exists, causing occasional friction with Serina's more predatory, ideological tactics.
Emotional Repression: He bottles loss and grief so deeply that they manifest as moments of sudden coldness or violent overcorrection in high-stress situations. tactics.
HISTORY
Cassian Ravel was once a rising star in the military hierarchy of the Galactic Republic during the twilight of the Great Sith Wars. Born on Coruscant to a family of functionaries, he rejected the Senate's politics in favor of the discipline of the battlefield. He commanded with brilliance, compassion, and brutal efficiency—earning the loyalty of men and women from Atrisian storm lines to Onderon skirmishes. His career was marked by impossible victories and a quiet contempt for Jedi interference in military matters.
In the chaos, Cassian volunteered for a last-ditch stasis experiment aboard a secretive Republic cryo-vault on the fringes of Subterrel—intended as a failsafe leadership core in case of total collapse. That failsafe was forgotten.
Until Serina Calis unearthed it in 902 ABY.
Revived by her mercenaries beneath the burning sands of Askaji, Cassian emerged into a galaxy ruled by ghosts, cults, and empires of ash. But he did not despair. Serina offered him what no one else could: relevance. He now serves as her field commander, advisor, and campaign general—driving her vision with the precision of a man who once fought to preserve a republic and now fights to forge a new, terrible order.
And in the cold silence between battles, he wonders whether he is building a future… or just delaying another fall.