Elroth Vandire
INACTIVE
Name: Elroth Vandire
Faction: None
Rank: N/A
Species: Corellian/Epicanthix
Age: Unknown; appears to be middle aged.
Sex: Male
Height: 5'12
Weight: 155lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: No
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Strengths & Weaknesses (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum):
+ Tactical Knowledge: Being trained in multiple scenario types and environments, Elroth is above most typical soldiers and will not approach in a head-on manner unless it's necessary. He will rely upon scare tactics and spooking methods to scramble defenses. Assassination falls into one of his favorite methods of execution, right next to knife combat and martial arts.
+ Replaceable Cover: Elroth can and will disguise himself as whoever or whatever to get the job done. This also means forging false friendships or even long-term relationships to squeeze out needed information. Leaving no traces behind and making sure no loose ends remain.
- Chosen Career: Because Elroth has chosen to act upon his vengeful thoughts, he has no reinforcement or support from anyone. If he gets caught or exposed, he's done for.
- Every Penny Counts: Low income means little to spend on upgraded hardware or weaponry, even with what he makes being hired by random parties or from stealing. He sometimes lives day to day and cannot simply buy himself basic necessities or medical treatment.
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Appearance: He wears anything from casual street clothes to an imperial uniform he still keeps around to act as if he were still a higher-up in rank to bypass certain areas or to fool people. He also has a suit of armor and gear for combat purposes as seen in the profile picture.
Biography:
Elroth was once part of Imperial Intelligence, overseeing the grand scheme of experimental weapons and ultimately responsible for coordinating and handling the outcome of mission success. This was his life's work, his pride and his joy. He lived to serve his Empire as devoutly as any soldier without question, and did as he was told. Partially out of fear for ruining his career, the other half for threats he would rather not have pressed on him by domineering Sith that acted more like enraged children as opposed to a true leader figure. During a period of time, all seemed well within the Empire and there hadn't been much hardship. It seemed as if things were taking care of themselves and time flew by. In short, life was good for Elroth. Young and capable, resilient yet collected in all his ways.
That is... until one particular assignment. The overseeing of a project dubbed Zius. One of the many experimental creations desired by a scientist whom offered a solution to the Dark Council just to prove a point. It was cost ineffective and only required the approval of the Dark Lords to exist. And so it did.
During the trials of breeding, there was a conceptual design to give the creation a false memory bank for the sake of building a scenario that could inevitably turn it towards the Dark Side and the Empire's whims. This somewhat uneased Elroth, but it wasn't the first time he had seen or heard of such grotesque practices. It was morally offensive, but he had no say nor care. Just as long as the pay kept coming in.
The purpose of giving this being a false memory was to have a closer look at the possibilities of a Force user and how far their morals can be stretched. To be put bluntly, a spy constructed to be unaware of its own intended purpose. It would be placed into Republic hands as a child and used to gather feedback.
The scientist whom hatched the idea even began to form a bond with his "child", and Elroth didn't necessarily approve. He bickered and even threatened the scientist with death if the project wasn't finished by its deadline, giving him fair warning. The Empire was not about lollygagging and forming relationships, but that was possibly more a personal thought.
As days passed, Elorth observed his cash-cow. All his dreams and fantasies would be some day realized through this test-tube offspring. As for the scientist, his work would be rewarded as seen fit. He was old, delusioned by thoughts outdated and no longer up to code. Perhaps the Dark Council would have no further uses for the fool. Elroth could only hope. He wanted the success, the glory and approval of his Empire.
There was a time where the young officer reminisced of his childhood, but there wasn't much to dwell on. To him it almost felt like he was pumped out just to serve, seeing as both his parents held positions in the Empire's military. They raised him to be a cold, calculating lad. Being shy was seen as an inferiority, even showing a sign of laxed behavior was labeled as defective in the grand scheme and presence of Imperial Intelligence. And on the day he enlisted, he was totally purged of such emotions. Numb to the simplicities of social life.
The day had come. The experiment was complete, and all Elroth needed to do was observe from behind its eyes. The scientist was giddy with joy, seeing that the fruits of his technical labor had been satisfactory in the eyes of Sith and Empire alike. His life would be spared, for now.
The cities of the Republic and all its people were grand in stature, and yet, their pride and strength did not phase Elroth's mentality towards the subject. The creation was sent in based on a fallacy. The child's guardians were to be agents themselves, but it was seen as too big a risk and might leave too messy of a trail. Instead, the plan was to dispose of a few acolytes to cause a scene, leaving only the child. It would remain unconscious until later on, to quell any suspicions of the youngling's knowledge.
The job was to acqure information, and that's what Elroth intended to get done.
Time passed by, and years were put into this grand scheme. But it seemed that the creation had truly forged an identity of its own, being raised by a Corellian couple and even training with Jedi. Perfect. The deeper the creation went, the more credits and more respect Elroth obtained.
But after so much success, things became... hazy.
The scientist went mad with a personal sort of anger and defied the Dark Council as well as Elroth- the overseeing officer of this project. Like many things before, this too had met with failure once Zius made unexpected decisions along the beaten path. Even with scenarios planned and fashioned to keep the boy within Republic space, personality got in the way. Along with mental distortions and instabilities. Along with the project's disappearance, Elroth was blamed removed from the project. The scientist that was granted the rights of creation was put to death for shaming the Empire and wasting resources and time.
In the end, it was all for nothing. There was no progress, only ridicule and failure. The idea of a mad man who longed for a child of his own but created a mockery. Elroth was discharged and stripped of rank and sent off-world without any compensation for his effort.
Years of service washed down the drain... and for what? To be pointed at and blamed?
All the training and experience under Elroth's belt couldn't go to waste, and vengeance would rise under a new face and name. Vigilante for hire, and a terrorist for a cause.
His only leads were the last known whereabouts of this creation, and a particular group of clones. Specifically one named Calico Tal'Verda.
He'd find these people, this bastard child, and dispose of them.
