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Full Name | Xan Atropus |
Alias(es) | Darth Diabolos |
Occupation | Rogue Sith |
Origin | |
Age | ?? |
Rank(s) | N/A |
Faction(s) | |
Species | |
Language(s) | Galactic Basic |
Gender | Male |
Force Sensitive | Yes |
Force Alignment | Dark |
Alignment | Chaotic Evil |
Height | 6' |
Weight | 210lbs |
Hair | White |
Eyes | Silver |
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"Those who wait to be freed do not deserve freedom."
Rules, traditions, duty - all were chains that once held Atropus back, keeping him in line, having groomed him to be an obedient lapdog for the ways of the Sith that ruled the Galaxy. Now the ties that once bound him to servitude are broken, he is free to spread his own influence amongst the stars and his message.
Take what you are owed. Settle for nothing less than everything.
"If it is vengeance you seek, seize it by the throat. If it is wealth that you covet, rip it from those who don't deserve it. If it is power that you desire, real power, remember that it doesn't come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it." -
HISTORY
Chapter 1 : The Slave
Xan Atropus, an unfortunate soul to be brought into the galaxy at an unfortunate time. was born into slavery, to settle overwhelming debts owed by his birth parents who gave him as collateral so freely. All he has known growing up was nothing more than what it was to live with a chain around his neck, serving his superiors. Worked to exhaustion, treated like less than an animal and abused for his master's entertainment sums up his entire youth, until he was an adolescent old enough to be used as a pitfighter. Despite his upbringing and background, he had survived in such a lifestyle surprisingly well, mostly thanks to his fierce desire to live. He spent most of his adolescent years fighting in kill or be killed matches, further honing his combat prowess to stay alive, enough as to gain the attention of a wandering Sith Lord who soon took him under his wing.
Chapter 2 : The Sith
Xan's liberation from the life of a slave was only a temporary and fleeting moment of joy he had gotten a taste of, thinking that his life would be somehow made better by becoming a Sith, his new master feigning empathy and kindness. That was a foolish and near fatal mistake he made, his master being a particularly sadistic and wicked individual, who both physically and psychologically tortured Xan for years, breaking him down into a near mindless beast. Years of abuse and torment had all but destroyed Xan entirely, having molded him into an ideal weapon and tool for a Sith Lord to use at their leisure as their apprentice. He was made into an attack hound, sent to destroy and wreak havoc upon those who had the unfortunate fate of displeasing his master.
Chapter 3 : The Unbound
At some point in his adulthood did Xan finally became somewhat self-aware of his situation. The realization that the pain no longer hurt him the way that subjugated him, that the strength his master had tortured into him made him far more capable than he believed he was, had all made him realize that his powers far exceeded his master's. In a fit of unbridled rage that had been contained within him for years, he slaughtered his master with his bare hands, seizing the freedom he had only dreamed of for years finally with his own hands. But like everything other than pain in his life, the moment was fleeting. His master was a powerful individual with many connections throughout the Galaxy, all of whom now wanted Atropus' head. Peace was a lie, the only thing that the Sith had taught him that remained true. Freedom he had come to understand would only be acheived by seizing it by the throat.
Now he wanders the Galaxy, still pursuing that freedom...
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PERSONAL CONNECTIONS
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NOTABLE SKILLS
Xan is a skilled fighter, even if his moves seem reckless and motivated solely by anger. His fighting style is aggressive and chaotic, making it difficult for his opponents to have the time to find and exploit an opening in his form, focusing on aggressively overpowering and dominating the flow of battle. Xan also possesses what appears to an extremely hazardous and high resistance to pain, able to sustain heavy injuries and still manage to maintain a berserker-like state of combat.
While not as conventionally powerful in the usage of the Force, Xan still posseses a strong enough grasp and usage of its traditional powers to fight at the level of a Sith Lord, often deferring to his aggressive combat style to keep his opponents on their back foot and not be able to leverage the use of the Force to as great of an effect against him. What Force powers he often use are typically just to add even more points to distract/pressure his enemies.
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PERSONALITY
- INFP - The Idealist
Xan has been a troubled soul all his life, having been born into slavery, and later raised to become a bloodsport fighter before eventually being made into a Sith. All he knows is pain and strife, and the number that it has done on his psyche has always been his greatest weakness and strength when it came to his life as a Sith.
His mental psyche has been shattered dozens of times throughout his life, and haphazardly pieced together to keep him temporarily whole and at peace with himself. Pain and perpetual anguish have molded him into an irreparable mess of an individual who lacks any redeeming qualities other than a fierce desire for freedom now that he is free of his former master and the Sith.
Xan is prone to psychopathic tendencies and episodes of unbridled anger and rage, often leading into bursts of brash and uncontainable bouts of anger. His emotions teeter on a delicate balance between calm and enraged, with only the slightest amount of pressure being needed to push him to the deep end.
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TAEYANG
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Full Name | Jin Taeyang |
Alias(es) | Tae/Jin |
OCCUPATION | Smuggler Spacer Ex-GADF |
Origin | |
Age | 35 |
Rank(s) | N/A |
Faction(s) | |
Species | |
Language(s) | Galactic Basic Atrisian Huttese Binary Shyriiwook |
Gender | TransMale |
Force Sensitive | Yes |
Force Alignment | Neutral |
Alignment | Neutral Good |
Height | 5'10" |
Weight | 165lbs |
Hair | Black |
Eyes | Brown |
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A former GADF infantryman-turned-smuggler, Taeyang lives fast and free, dodging Corvettes, flirting with danger, and somehow making it home in time for drinks.
Underneath the banter and bravado is a loyal soul who fights for the people he loves—especially Jaehyun, his partner in crime and heart. Quick to act, quicker to joke, and never quite willing to quit, Taeyang's reputation rides somewhere between hero and headache—depending on who you ask.
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HISTORY
Chapter 1 : ✦— WHAT THEY LEFT BEHIND
Born on Atrisia and raised by a war widow, Taeyang grew up defiant. He enlisted with the Galactic Alliance Defense Force not out of patriotism, but out of rebellion—to get out, go far, and prove he could matter.
Combat hardened him. The humor stayed, but his eyes got older.
He met Jaehyun in a foxhole on Tython. Blaster fire overhead, broken comms, two rookies fighting over and ultimately deciding to share a ration bar. They've been inseparable since.
Taeyang and Jaehyun served in the Galactic Alliance Defense Force during the Northern Border campaigns, back when the Dark Empire swept in fast and loud. They were deployed to hold ground that the Alliance didn't plan to keep—pushed to the edge of enemy territory with half-supplied regiments and broken comms.
When the pullout came, their unit wasn't on the list. No evac, no orders, no explanation. Just static over the comms and a whole lot of dead silence from command.
They survived. Barely.
And when they finally got out? They didn't go back.
Now he runs guns, spices, and sometimes people who deserve better. He keeps his word. He keeps his blaster. And when things go bad, he always gets the last line.
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PERSONAL CONNECTIONS
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FAMILY
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NOTABLE SKILLS
CLOSE QUARTER COMBAT 
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MARINE TRAINING 
DUMB LUCK
Jin Taeyang is a man of improvised talents—none of them formally trained, most of them unnervingly effective.
He's a decent pilot, a reckless mechanic, and a dangerously persuasive liar, all rolled into one. He's not the type to follow a manual or protocol—Taeyang learns by doing, usually while things are already on fire. He's good with his hands in the "give me a wrench, a boot knife, and half a circuit board" kind of way. His solutions tend to look like sabotage until they work.
In combat, he doesn't fight clean or by the book—he throws punches, throws debris, sometimes throws himself. He's a master of turning a losing situation into a confusing one, and somehow walking away with the upper hand. Mostly due to freakishly dumb luck.
He has a kind of sixth sense for navigating places no one should know how to survive: forgotten starports, sketchy cantinas, broken freighters, blockade zones. If there's a way out, Jin will find it—usually by accident, occasionally on purpose.
And when none of that works? He wings it. Because somehow, that always seems to work for him.
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PERSONALITY
- ENFP - The Campaigner
He's all quick grins and quicker lies, the kind of guy who can convince a customs officer to let him through while actively smuggling something in his boot. Charisma pours off him like engine heat. You don't know if you want to kiss him or yell at him—and honestly, he's fine with either.
Jin thrives on connection. He's got that "I just met you, but I'd take a blaster bolt for you" energy. Which is endearing, until you realize he means it.
He's magnetic, vibrant, and too curious for his own good. The kind of man who leans in when you speak, and who laughs with his whole chest.
Every decision he makes is instinctive and full-bodied.
He's not reckless. He's urgent. He's not shallow. He's open. He cares too much, and the galaxy has never been kind to people like that.
But that's the thing about Jin. In a world full of cruelty, he chooses to be kind.
Not softly. Not timidly. But with teeth and fire and a middle finger.
He's the guy who'll flirt with danger, then give away his cut of the credits to help someone else escape it. He'll cause a scene to distract the guards, and then stay behind to clean up the mess. He jokes through his bruises. Laughs when he's scared. Tells stories in the dark to keep someone else from feeling alone.
And when things get quiet? When his hands stop moving, and the mask slips just a little, there's something heavy behind his eyes.
CHARACTER TROPES- "I'll Fix It Midair" Energy
- The Charismatic Disaster
- Incurable Optimist
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✦ Relationship with Pak Jaehyun
Jin calls it "banter." Jaehyun calls it "emotional terrorism." The truth is probably somewhere in the middle.
They're opposites on paper. Jin's all chaos, charm, and bright ideas he absolutely did not think through. Jaehyun is structure, silence, and that one raised eyebrow that says, "You're going to do it anyway, aren't you?"
And yes. Jin usually does it anyway.
Jaehyun is the anchor. The one who checks the numbers, balances the accounts, double-checks the weapons lock, and quietly mutters "we're going to die" while Jin is halfway out the hatch doing a zero-g backflip for fun and/or distraction.
Their love language is biting sarcasm, quiet acts of care, and arguing in the middle of shootouts. Jin talks big. Jaehyun rolls his eyes. Jin flirts mid-mission. Jaehyun groans and reloads his blaster. And when the chaos clears, they always check each other's bruises first.
Jaehyun doesn't chase Jin's fire. He just walks beside it, unbothered, holding the extinguisher.
Jin would never say it aloud—too risky, too real—but Jaehyun is the reason he hasn't burned out. Or blown up. Or accidentally married a Hutt crime boss in a "get out of jail free" plan gone wrong. (It was almost legal.)
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- Modified DL-44 Blaster Pistol
- Hidden Vibroblade (Wrist-Mounted)
- Scrambler Spike Kit
- Smuggler's Utility Belt
- Stimpacks
- Credit chips (some real, some decoys)
- Small plasma cutter
- Emergency rations (usually expired)
- A single, dented sabacc coin he refuses to gamble with because it's "cursed luck" (or "perfect luck," depending on the day)
Holo-Locket
A beat-up, old-fashioned holo-locket with a grainy still of Jaehyun. He never talks about it, but checks it whenever Jaehyun's pissed at him longer than 24 hours.
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- Collects bad luck charms—broken dice, melted credchips, scorched sabacc cards. Says they're "blessed."
- Has a soft spot for runaways and underdogs, and tends to do "free" work for desperate clients (to Jaehyun's constant annoyance).
- Regularly "accidentally" adopts strays—droids, sometimes animals
- Can't cook, but somehow makes great caf. Drinks it like it's oxygen.
- His ship's nav system hates him and routinely tries to override his jumps. Jin insists it's "just flirting."
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