S C I O N
H A D R I A N
M A L V E R N
BASIC INFORMATIONM A L V E R N
- Age: 25
- Species: Human
- Gender: Male
- Height: 5'10"
- Weight: 175 lbs
- Force Sensitive: Yes
They say I look like my father, but I see only ruin in the mirror. Black hair grown long and untamed, curls falling into eyes that have not known sleep since the gala. My eyes used to be gentle once, brown like polished wood. Now they burn darker, a storm hidden behind civility. My frame is lean but hardened, a noble’s body reshaped by exile and battle drills in the snow. The silks and fine jackets of my youth are gone. What I wear now is scavenged armor over tailored black, a count dressed for war. The cold has carved its signature into my skin, pale beneath the shadows. And when I lift my gaze, I know I no longer look like a son. I look like a reckoning.
INVENTORY
- Pending
I was raised to lead, and I still believe it is my destiny. The Galaxy is not won by those who wait politely at its table. It is taken by those who demand a seat, and I will not beg. My education was thorough: politics, diplomacy, and the Force. My teachers said I would inherit Serenno, but fate laughed and gave me ash instead.
I believe loyalty is not inherited, it is forged. My loyalists stayed because I refused to bend. They believe in me because I do not bow. The Dark Side is not a curse to me. It is a promise fulfilled. It gives me strength where nobility failed.
Do I hate the Mandalorians? Yes. Do I hate the Diarchy? Yes. But above all, I despise weakness. House Malvern died because of it. I will not repeat that sin. Serenno will rise again, and I will rule it as Count, not as the boy they tried to bury.
I believe loyalty is not inherited, it is forged. My loyalists stayed because I refused to bend. They believe in me because I do not bow. The Dark Side is not a curse to me. It is a promise fulfilled. It gives me strength where nobility failed.
Do I hate the Mandalorians? Yes. Do I hate the Diarchy? Yes. But above all, I despise weakness. House Malvern died because of it. I will not repeat that sin. Serenno will rise again, and I will rule it as Count, not as the boy they tried to bury.
STRENGTHS
+ Scion of Serenno:: Meticulously trained in politics, diplomacy, and command, with the authority of a noble heir.
+ Dark Side Bargain: Empowered by the Force and in command of a dormant droid army, fueled by his unbreakable will for revenge.
+ Dark Side Bargain: Empowered by the Force and in command of a dormant droid army, fueled by his unbreakable will for revenge.
WEAKNESSES
- Haunted Temper: His grief and rage are raw, often driving reckless decisions and clouding judgment.
- The Devil’s Claim: His newfound strength is tied to a bargain he cannot escape, with his soul already promised to the Dark Side.
- The Devil’s Claim: His newfound strength is tied to a bargain he cannot escape, with his soul already promised to the Dark Side.
HISTORY
I was born to rule Serenno. That truth was written into me before I could speak. Tutors molded my days. Masters of the Force guided my nights. I studied statesmanship, philosophy, war. And through it all, one promise carried me forward: my betrothal to Viviane Serenno. Together, we would unite our Houses and secure Serenno’s future.
For years, I believed in that future. I walked marble halls with the confidence of a prince, dressed in silks, certain the world would bend to me in time. My parents told me everything was in its place. Our dealings with the Diarchy, our wealth, our alliances. We were untouchable.
Until we were not.
The night of the gala should have been a celebration. Serenno’s nobility gathered under chandeliers of crystal and gold. Music played, wine poured, laughter filled the air. Then the Mandalorians came. Blasters replaced the violins. Screams replaced the laughter. In a single night, the bloodline of Malvern was drowned. My family, my betrothed, every dream I had. All stolen.
I was the only one to crawl from the ruin. I fled to the frozen wastes, stripped of everything but my fury. There, I cursed the Force. I begged it. I demanded it. And the Dark Side answered. She appeared to me in the storm, a woman with eyes of fire and a voice that pierced bone. She promised me vengeance. She led me to the vault.
I remember the doors groaning open, ice cracking, revealing legions of droids standing silent for centuries. And the texts. Black words etched into ancient stone. All of it was mine for one promise. My soul. I gave it freely.
Now I return not as heir, but as scourge. Serenno will bend to me or burn for me. I am Hadrian Malvern, last son of a fallen House, and I will see it rise again.
For years, I believed in that future. I walked marble halls with the confidence of a prince, dressed in silks, certain the world would bend to me in time. My parents told me everything was in its place. Our dealings with the Diarchy, our wealth, our alliances. We were untouchable.
Until we were not.
The night of the gala should have been a celebration. Serenno’s nobility gathered under chandeliers of crystal and gold. Music played, wine poured, laughter filled the air. Then the Mandalorians came. Blasters replaced the violins. Screams replaced the laughter. In a single night, the bloodline of Malvern was drowned. My family, my betrothed, every dream I had. All stolen.
I was the only one to crawl from the ruin. I fled to the frozen wastes, stripped of everything but my fury. There, I cursed the Force. I begged it. I demanded it. And the Dark Side answered. She appeared to me in the storm, a woman with eyes of fire and a voice that pierced bone. She promised me vengeance. She led me to the vault.
I remember the doors groaning open, ice cracking, revealing legions of droids standing silent for centuries. And the texts. Black words etched into ancient stone. All of it was mine for one promise. My soul. I gave it freely.
Now I return not as heir, but as scourge. Serenno will bend to me or burn for me. I am Hadrian Malvern, last son of a fallen House, and I will see it rise again.