Yidhra
Mars Tsosûtiyakûtiyuska
NAME: Nergal
FACTION: The Empire (Conformists)
RANK: Chief of Department for Reeducation: Citizen Welfare
SPECIES: Zeltron/Morellian (HRD)
AGE: 98 (looks mid-fifties)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 184 cm | 6’
WEIGHT: 200 kg | 440 lbs.
EYES: Blue-gray
HAIR: Black, military cut
SKIN: Pale pink
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] Strong; natural strength combined with the robust workings of a droid make for a terrifying end result. Arm-wrestling challenges not recommended.
[+] Surgeon; Ironically — or not? — Nergal keeps his medical licence up to date, and practices more in depth and breadth that would perhaps be expected.
[~] HRD; though it comes with many perks, the droid programming makes it difficult to predict the wildly varying gamut of human behavior.
[–] To a T; Nergal follows his orders, his full orders, and nothing but his orders. Deviation and improvisation are not in his vocabulary.
[–] Irritable; it’s so easy to incite his wrath that his underlings are known to have a whole system worked out as to who gets to deliver the bad news to the man and when. He has a reputation for blowing up over the smallest issues, and many a splattered brain has decorated the walls of his office due to this propensity. So many, in fact, that the Chief has invested in polished metal panes to make for easy clean-up.
APPEARANCE:
Nergal looks, walks, and talks like a machine. Always dressed up in a meticulously ironed suit, the man is every bit the exemplar of his Emperor’s regime, harsh and unyielding in the enforcement of His law. His gunmetal eyes regard the world with an air of detachment whether he’s lingering at the back in some official meeting or supervising a re-education course. Despite the fine state of dress, there is no mistaking the slumbering power that rests in stature of this man, and though he rarely utilizes it openly, the aura of power does enough in and of itself. His hands look like they could crush a man’s skull without a problem, and his attitude only reinforces the idea.
BIOGRAPHY:
Little is known about this man, and few could rightly tell what position he occupies on the ladder of power. The fact that he rarely shows his face in public adds to the mystery of his persona, and it suits Nergal well. The work he does for the Emperor is best conducted in dark rooms that don’t exist, and having his grim expression passed from datapad to datapad among the rebellious circles would only hinder his end goal.
Thus he keeps to the shadows, striking brutally and efficiently when and where He commands, never questioning the orders he is given.
Whether he was always like this or if the impassive attitude is merely a side product of his chosen field is unknown, and the likelihood of anyone ever finding out is near zero. His early life is stricken from all record, and only vestiges of an existence before his service to the Throne remain; shreds of evidence that there used to be a man beyond the soulless shell that now knocks down doors and rips apart families.