Name: Doctor Perpa Placil Morgowray
Faction: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
Allegiances: The Trade Federation of Cato Neimoidia | Colonial Purse Worlds of Neimoidia | Imperial Neimoidian Realm
Honors: Vicecount of Deko Neimoidia | Marquis of Morgowray
Species: Neimoidian
Homeworld: Neimoidia | Deko Neimoidia
Age: 60
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 140 lbs
Eye Color: Orange-Red
Skin Color: Yellow-Green
Force Sensitive: No
Copious Credits: Born the Marques of Morgowray, the good doctor is a socialite of immense fortune and influence on the Neimoidian Purse Worlds.
Thespian's Charisma: Whilst ultimately not the most efficient politician, Dr. Morgowray's flamboyant, eccentric, and thespian-esque demeanor makes him quite the showman and an excellent, if not strange crowd pleaser.
Experienced Physician: A trained and licensed medical professional, Morgowray earned his doctorate amidst his late twenties on the Neimoidian Purse World of Cato Neimoidia. He has practiced advanced surgery for several years and in secret has performed some rather... Unique surgical experiments.
Monster Maker: Those aforementioned unique surgical procedures is far more than a mere grotesque hobby. Nay, it is his life's work. Horrific experiments and the creation of monstrosities of an unfathomable savagery is his passion. It is a morbid curiosity, mostly. Though one that wields certain powerful "pets" which obey his every whim and will.
Monsieur Mielto: One of said "pets", Monsier Mielto is Perpa Morgowray's personal chauffeur and butler. He is a behemoth with herculean strength, and the droll and dead mind of a toad.
Subpar Politician: Despite decades of grooming and preparation for such a position, Lord Morgowray is barely competent in political maneuvering and has little interest in deal making, communing with others of social standing, and legislation of any kind.
God Complex: An aspect of him he does very well at veiling, Doctor Morgowray considers himself a deity amongst the plebiscites of all mortal kind. He wields his sciences with the audacity of God, and outright despises any and all around him.
Egomania: A far more obvious piece of his personality, from all of his blasting and flaunting, it is quite clear that he is a very proud creature indeed. He more than often underestimated all around him, with the exception of a select few.
Herculean Heart, Strength of a Flower Petal: Far unlike others of his Neimoidian bretherin, Perpa holds the brash, crass, and almost stupid vigor of a warrior, and a weak and meak body with the frailty of glass to match.
Neimoidian Heritage: Neimoidians as a species are infamous for their greed and cowardice. Whilst the Marques is of course vastly different to your average Neimoidian, he is not all immune towards the stigma and social dogma that comes with just being himself.
Considering the Vicecount's grim and morbid yet utterly flamboyant demeanor, Perpa Morgowray hosts an uncharacteristically stoic visage. A very strong jaw line with high cheek bones, the demanding presence of a military officer rather than a decrepit doctor with the vile charm of a deranged crypt master. He bolsters a surprisingly stocky build, though is rather tall lean and frail. His face and skin has a rare, yellowish almost mucousy color with an odd pattern of scales that appears more like tree bark than a reptilian or amphibian hide. Morgowray's eyes shimmer with an unnatural beauty, a glowing and stunning red and orange like no other Neimoidian. Large and glistening gems for eyes which sparkle and glimmer like fiery starlight. Even for a Neimoidian, fingers are unnaturally long and spindly. Rather than hands and fingers, it's almost as if he had two very large spiders, with legs that danced and twirled around antique cups and bizarre pastries like ballerinas.
The lavish garments and absurdly intricate robes Lord Morgowray drapes over his freakish appendages are a whole other beast entirely. The Neimoidian race as a whole are well known for divine silkin cloaks and shimmering miters. All the sort of absurdly expensive garments only kings would wear. Amidst a species with glittery velvet capes which drape miles at length, and ornate caps bedazzled in precious stones of an unfathomable price, the Marques of Morgowray is infamous fot yet somehow being the most conspicuous, fragrant, and glitzy creature to curse the room. Most dress in vibrant and chromatic regalia, the likes of which that project
In a word: eccentric. Though such a broad and dull word does naught but conform him to your either your average loon or whackjob or perhaps the dark and dreary outcasts of the world. Nay, perhaps eccentric does not do Doctor Perpa Placil Morgowray proper justice. At heart, he is a thespian. An entertainer, and a loon with quite the soft spot for monster movie clichés. Abducting a damsel and climbing a high-rise, or the dramatic flourishing of the cape as you bid your next victim "welcome". These theatrics, this adoration for the
~Monsieur Mielto: The grotesque abomination that is Monsieur Mielto is a sick and twisted creation of Lord Morgowray. It was once an average Neimoidian factory worker, Mon Mielto to be exact. He was your average fellow, a nine-to-five factory occupation, a wife, two grub, quite the happy family man indeed. Quite the droll existence as you can imagine and as Morgowray so imperiously asserted. This manufactured beast which Morgowray cobbled together is practically unrecognizable to the delightful father of two which was before. Twisted and spliced into something horrible, this mindless behemoth stands a towering eight feet high, and serves as Perpa Morgowray's mindless zombie henchman, butler, and chauffeur. Perpa of course claims this to merely be a strange and natural creature, an absurd creation of the force. But those whom dare unravel the delusional doctor's lies and deceit will find something worse.... Something much much worse than Monsieur Mielto.
[member="Herr Vanderhing"]:
The Trade Minister of Neimoidia and the Neimoidian Imperial Purse World's, Viceroy Herr Vanderhing is the Vicecount's superior and the presiding lord of Neimoidian affairs. As the sole Marques of the influential Morgowray lineage of Deko Neimoidia, Perpa was folded into the collective of Vanderhing's inner circle almost immediately upon his ascension to Viceroyalty. Morgowray served the Viceroy directly, as the obscure though barely competent Senator of the Trade Federation within the Galactic Senate of the Republic. After it's dissipation amidst corruption, turmoil, and general disinterest, the Viceroyalty of the Neimoidian Worlds ordered a new mission for the sinister socialite. A new power was ascending in the outskirts of the Outer Rim, Confederate worlds of the Outer Rim grew turbulent and crazed. They desired order. They desired freedom. They desired glory. A new Confederacy positioned itself at the heart of Geonosis, and Vanderhing asserted Vicecount Morgowray to precide over Neimoidian affairs in this Neo Separatist movement, Morgowray positioned himself to be Viceroy of the Neimoidoan colony world of Maramere, serving the Neimoidian Realm and asserting Vanderhing's will in the Confederacy. As a whole, the Viceroy and Vicecount have a purely professional relationship, though Morgowray tends to often dismiss the Viceroy's orders and generally irk he and his Settlement Officer Genf Orkay.
He has not made any particular enemies as of yet, but given his.... Interesting hobby, the Marques is sure to ruffle a few feathers. In particular, those that detest his work and mannerisms garnish quite a strongly worded soliloquies.
The "Epic" of Perpa Morgowray begins upon the humble planet of Neimoidia. A smog smothered and grotesque factory planet of the Neimoidian race, and perhaps one of the most polluted and foul planets in all of the galaxy. It was here, like all Neimoidian eggs, that he was placed in a homeworld hatchery. There, each and every egg were nurtured until they developed fully into a grub, and were thrown into the harshest of conditions. All Neimoidian children were under fed to the point of malnutrition, then forced to fight for what little rations were haphazardly thrown at them. This was to ensure that only the most crafty and gifted of their species would survive, while the rest died off. Perpa of course, survived this ordeal (as a rather plump child in fact). It was hereafter that he, and his fellow surviving grub, were auctioned off to the highest bidders. The young reptilian, being the plump little figure that originally was, had been purchased by a wealthy politician and real estate mogul by the name of Maro Morgowray, and gifted the name Perpa. The lord Maro pampered and groomed the child, molding him into his successor and grooming the boy for a future in intergalactic politics. Though, Perpa feigned intrigue, his real passion was science and
cinema. Specifically, the tantalizing and spine tingling terror of holographic horror. He enjoyed particularly, the cheese and camp of classical science fiction horror, and engrossed himself in an overwhelming amount of tropes and theatrical elements.
Upon entering his teenage years, the young heir was groomed for and projected to be a councilman within the Neimoidian Inner Circle of Deko Neimodia, the purse world he and his father called home. Maro trained his son to the best of his ability, though the strange and macabre creature which was Perpa came off as pompous and strange to potential constituents. Those tales of the absurd and unfathomably grotesque had in fact morphed the young boy into an utterly odd figure, with a relative contempt towards politics and economics and other social sciences. What truly began to fascinate him were wars, and battles. Death, carnage, and unexplained anomalies, and above all else, medicinal quackery.
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Born 60 years ago, he was immediately placed into a Neimoidian hatchery being the most intelligent of his hatchery-mates. He was immediately adopted to the top bidder, a rich Neimoidian politician who immediately groomed the young Neimoidian for politics. When he came of age he ran for a local office and eventually rising up the political ladder. Eventually he joined the conglomeration of corporate entities called the Trade Federation and now represents them in the Galactic Republic.
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