Eton Darach

[Kellyn Muir]

E T O N | D A R A C H​

SCOURGE OF THE HYDIAN WAY​

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BASIC INFORMATION
NAME: Eton Darach
NICKNAMES: N/A
SPECIES: Zabrak
LANGUAGE: Galactic Basic Standard, Zabraki
NICKNAMES: N/A
AGE: 29
SEX: Male
RELATIONSHIP: Single
HEIGHT: 1.9m
WEIGHT: 100kg
EYE COLOR: Amber
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Red / Black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

CURRENT AFFILIATIONS
The Resurgent Empire, Contractor
Aurodium Sword, Commander

PAST AFFILIATIONS
N/A

APPEARANCE AND CHARACTER
Calm, cunning, and scarily quiet, Eton is a mild-tempered individual renowned for his sophisticated sense of judgment and abstract way of thought. Eton is a fierce warrior, extremely capable in hand-to-hand combat and even moreso with a weapon. Though generally honorable in his actions, he holds no mercy or remorse toward his adversaries, which make him a terror to all those who come across him on the field. He is a military genius and his tactics and doctrine made him responsible for the destruction of thousands. Over time, Eton has developed a confident personality and prides himself on staying two steps ahead of his opponents.

He is known for having large, black tattoos covering his body, with a weathered face and distinct default expression. Despite his confident demeanor and lean stature, he is rarely seen without a tunic, which would reveal countless of lashing scars and blaster burns.

STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
[+] Combining years of practice and 100 kilograms of lean muscle, Eton is a gifted and highly disciplined in Teräs Käsi and Mandalorian martial arts.

[+] Being at the helm of a paramilitary company, Eton has over time acquired certain military and logistic skills that one would require to manage and command from an executive level.

[+] Eton's sophisticated judgment and abstract way of thought has a broad application to an unlimited amount of scenarios, making him an unpredictable party on both the battlefield and in the conference room.

[-] After participating in a University of Coruscant clinical trial of pharmaceuticals, Eton was diagnosed with mild to severe 'RBF', which serves as both a deterrent for others to interact and also makes it difficult to forge interpersonal relationships.

[-] The victor of 838 ABY's Durasteel Cagematch on the Galactic Closed Circuit, Eton did not walk away unscathed. After defeating a Kaminoan with a fatal headlock, it was discovered that his left shoulder had been dislocated and would likely never regain it's full range of motion.

[-] Eton earned his first black mark on his record when he pursued an insurrectionist leader to the Taris system, leaving millions of credits of damage and dozens of dead in his wake. He was dubbed a 'Scourge of the Hydian Way' by the courts of Taris, something he wore as a badge of remembrance and atonement, in recognition of his mistake. It has affected his ability to find employment in the past, and continues to be a reason for being turned away in the present.

BIOGRAPHY
"Flying down a wormhole was like throwing yourself into the center of a tornado, one where if you brushed the walls you would be obliterated into subatomic particles before you even knew it happened."

TARIS - 838 ABY

On every side, tortured clouds piled up around him in enormous thunderheads. There was a tracker on his ship, it didn't matter where he went. He'd just chased this fool at faster than light speeds all the way from Denon, it didn't matter where he jumped in or out of hyperspace, the Blackstar would always be right on his six. There was no escape nor refuge from unrelenting hunter.

Pressing his thumbs, two homing missiles launched making perfect headway towards his target. Employing a variety of tactical maneuvers, the ace pilot evaded them every time. This time, he moved briskly to the left, with the missiles finding themselves colliding with a small rest stop. Time and time again, that's what happened. Target locked, missiles away, miss. It was a process that left nothing but destruction in their wake. It was a process Eton was determined to continue until he was the victor. Right after jumping out of hyperspace near the Taris system, the target Curich-class shuttle was on a course to enter orbit of the planet, no doubt in an attempt to shake his pursuer. It was a chance Eton wasn't willing to take. Despite their exiting a hyperlane into a crowded section of space, it didn't stop the Zabrak from his pursuit. Two more missiles out the tube, two more missiles missed. Ammunition depleted, he'd now have to rely on his intuition and the ship's lasers. Though a capable pilot, he was ill-suited for space combat. If it weren't for the risk of overheating, Eton would never have let off the lasers. Explosion after explosion, the Curich evaded him. The civilian casualties climbed higher and higher until the Curich became one on it's own. In an attempt to evade Eton's lasers, the shuttle spun and collided head on with an oncoming freighter.

It almost didn't seem like it was over. The adrenaline still pulsed through the Zabrak's veins, heavy breathing louder than the chatter trying to hail him.

"Taris Port Police, set and maintain course. If you deviate, you will be fired upon."

He'd cooperate. He was a multi-millionaire now. He'd be able to pay any fines the authorities saw fit to levy, only they weren't interested in his money - only his time. In pursuit of infinite wealth, he neglected to consider the damage left in the wake of his endeavors quite literally. Wreckage and corpses floated from here down the Hydian Way, and for what? Credits.

Scorned by the populace, he was branded 'the Scourge of the Hydian Way', in mockery of his own selfish pursuit of wealth and recognition, something he regarded as his first victory...