Character
ANAKWOR FARLORN
| Age | 57 |
| Species | Near-Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 1.97 M |
| Weight | 100 KG |
| Force Sensitive | N/A |
| Rank | Major General |
| Allegiance | The Galactic Alliance |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
With a large scar running down the side of his visage, Anakwor Farlorn's looks would struggle to place third at the annual Rancor beauty pagent. His expression is almost permanently some form of scowl or snarl fierce enough to cowl a Wampa. His chest is replete with dozens of battle honors won through the spilling of blood that wasn't his - because his job is to make the enemy bastards bleed, not himself - to the point that it's often joked that he doesn't need to wear a flak jacket when going into battle. Standing at nearly two meters, Farlorn enjoys using his stature to impose himself on others not because he wants to exude power but because he thinks its hilarious to watch some smarmy bureaucrat shit himself.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
If you even dared to call Farlorn as subtle he'd smack your ass seven ways to lifeday. He is not a man to hide anything, making sure the whole world know he's a boisterous bruiser with a robust sense of humor and a rich lexicon of expletives gathered from every end of the Galaxy. He never minces his words and would tell the child of a fallen soldier how horribly their father died. Yet he cares deeply for the men and women under his command, so he would always see to in - in person, if he must - that said child would be comforted and taken care for the rest of their life.
Many call him callous and even cruel with the lives of his men. His reputation as a Butcher-Shepard leading his flock to the slaughterhouse did not come from nowhere. He makes no effort to correct such assumptions. Let the out-of-touch politicians in the senate or the bleeding hearts of the public give him whatever cute nicknames they want, he has a war to prosecute and fascists to face against the wall. Farlorn's style of command was never subtle. Overwhelming artillery and air strikes followed by waves upon waves of flesh and walkers to continue smashing the foe again and again until they shattered. Pure total war. It's true that as a result he racks up absolutely horrific death tolls in whatever campaign he's assigned to, willing to bleed entire battlegroups white just to gain a few extra meters, but it's often forgotten that the battles he was given were the most gruelling. Any other commander would have lost the same if not more troops, at least Farlorn made enemy bleed too.
Farlorn is not an idealist unlike much of the Alliance. Unlike them he no longer see's the state he serves as a shining beacon of democracy and freedom to the rest of the Galaxy. If anything he expects it's give way to it's corruption and inequities in the next decade or so. He doesn't really care. All he cares about is the Alliance dragging the Sith and Imperials into the grave with them.
HISTORY
Anakwor Farlorn was born on the world of Malinkovna where he enlisted in the planetary defense force at a young age. He quickly rose through the ranks where he was set to command his very own calvary regiment. However, the Galactic Empire put halt to those prospects when they invaded the planet as part of the Alliance-Imperial Wars of the 870s. Malinkovna resisted. Hard. The world endured three years of siege against a numerically and technologically superior foe before they were defeated. However even after defeat the planet saw repeated uprisings against Imperial occupation.
As the war began to turn against the Empire, it could no longer tolerate the manpower drain that suppressing continued resistance on occupied worlds in the rear line and so would made an example of Malinkovna for its defiance. In accordance with the old doctrine of rule of fear, it assigned the entire planetary populace collective treason. For the Empire, the softest punishment for treason was death.
It began slowly. A reduction in food imports. A ban on leaving the planet. The splitting of population centers into easily-controlled ghettos. Increased Imperial propaganda on the backwards nature of the populace. Then when the final stone had been set, the avalanche began. Roadside summary executions. Mass starvation. Public mass hangings. The razing of the ghettos. Luring survivors hiding in the rubble out with promises of aid and food before gunning them down the moment they revealed themselves. Not even the collaborators were spared. Imperial networks broadcast every second of the atrocities, using the clearly transparent lie that this was a "routine security action."
Even when it was clear the war was lost, when the spearhead of Alliance forces were mere systems away, the Empire was not done with its retribution. As they evacuated Malinkovna they unleashed a genetic virus on the planet that saw every single member permanently sterilized. Even in defeat they would never allow Malinkovna to recover.
Farlorn bore witness to every single one of these atrocities. He and his band of partisans resisted this extermination campaign as best they could. But it would never be enough. The young cadet that joined the army all those years ago was replaced by a hollow shell of a man, now unable to see any future for his people and wishing only to inflict pain on their abusers.
With nothing left on their homeworld, the survivors of Malinkovna pledged themselves to the Galactic Alliance Defence Force in a hope that they might be able to enact vengeance. Eventually they would go on to form the 12th "Damned Dozen" Siege Division, famed for its performance in the worst fighting conditions known to the Galaxy and utter insanity of its members. Over the years Farlorn would rise through the ranks of the Alliance before becoming a Major General in late 903 ABY, just after the Battle of Woostri.