Ro'talius Emanti
TK-373
Ro’talius Emanti
“TK-373”
“TK-373”
| Age | 36 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6’1” |
| Weight | 184 lbs |
| Force Sensitive | No |
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| Trooper ID | TK-373 |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Standing at 6'1" and weighing 184 pounds, Ro’talius Emanti carries himself with the composed bearing of a career soldier. He’s lean, honed, and tightly coiled like a spring. His medium brown skin is marked with faint scars that speak of battles survived rather than boasted. A well-kept curly head of hair sits neatly under regulation, matched by a disciplined beard that frames a hardened, observant face. His eyes are sharp and calculating, often scanning a room with quiet authority. Whether in full armor or stripped down to fatigues, there's a calm, commanding energy in how he moves. One that is efficient, deliberate, and always ready for the next engagement.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Ro’talius Emanti, designated TK-373, is a hardened embodiment of military precision and authority. He believes that order, discipline, and structure are the only things standing between civilization and chaos in the galaxy’s volatile far-future era. Direct, assertive, and fiercely pragmatic. TK-373 isn’t one for pleasantries or sentiment—results matter more than intentions, and loyalty to the system outweighs loyalty to any individual. For him, the mission comes first, always. With his deep respect for military tradition, especially the legacy of the original Stormtrooper Corps, he upholds the chain of command with iron discipline, modeling himself as a living extension of doctrine.
Though often seen as severe, Ro’talius is not without principle or purpose. He holds a deep respect for competence, and those who prove themselves through action earn his trust. Some soldiers see him as an intimidating figure, but one who wouldn’t mind molding the next generation into warriors through tough love and unwavering standards. He rarely wastes time on abstract philosophies or personal drama, believing that such distractions cost lives. Yet behind the visor is a calculating mind always working, a strategist who leads from the front when needed and ensures every unit under him operates like a well-oiled machine. In a galaxy haunted by past failures and fractured ideologies, Ro’talius Emanti stands firm—a loyal servant of order, clarity, and control.
STRENGTHS
Unyielding Discipline
Efficient Under Pressure
WEAKNESSES
Emotionally Distant
Somewhat Inflexible concerning tactics
HISTORY
Ro’talius Emanti, later designated TK-373, was born on the industrial colony world of Val’hala. His parents, overworked factory operatives, had little time for the boy, leaving him in the care of his aging Dar’manda grandparents—Mandalorians stripped of clan affiliation, yet unbroken in spirit. They raised him in the old ways, with fire-forged lessons in combat, survival, and the nearly forgotten tenets of Mandalorian heritage. Under their stern guidance, Ro’talius endured brutal trials meant to harden warriors, not children. But for him, it was a gift—each scar a badge, each hardship a form of clarity.
When his grandparents passed, one after the other, their final wish to return to the homeworlds remained unfulfilled. Their ashes were scattered on Val’hala's barren windscapes, and Ro’talius vowed to honor them not with mourning, but with discipline. His parents, by contrast, taught him a colder truth: order eclipses tradition. The honor he once cherished was bent into compliance, and the Mandalorian fire within him became encased in steel.
Upon coming of age, he enlisted in Val’hala’s planetary defense militia, a peacekeeping force tasked with both civil security and repelling raiders from the outer reaches. Rising through the ranks from patrolman to Regent Commander, Ro’talius became a symbol of steadfast loyalty. But the galaxy does not reward resolve. When a Sith warlord descended upon Val’hala and demanded allegiance, the defense force fractured. His superiors surrendered. His comrades complied. Some out of fear, others seduced by promises of power. Ro’talius stood alone and defiant. For his defiance, he was imprisoned.
After six standard months of darkness and interrogation, he was offered a choice: Join or die. Pride swallowed and fire smothered, he accepted the Sith brand and was given a new identity, TK-373.
The unit he was folded into became the spearpoint of their Sith master’s will: rapid-deployment shocktroopers used to crush uprisings, seize local seats of power, and send a clear message that resistance was futile. They were deployed via repulsor gunships and low-altitude drop craft, carving a reputation as a terrifying cavalry of the skies. In the suffocating shadow of the Sith, Ro’talius and his squad forged bonds through fire, loss, and shared survival. Trauma became their glue. They didn’t wear beskar, but they moved with the same relentlessness as if they were Mandalorians of old.
That fire dimmed once more when their Sith overseer died. Poisoned in their sleep. The squad was disbanded without ceremony, demoted, and scattered by the late Sith’s apprentice, who saw no need for independent elite forces in a hierarchy built on blind obedience to superior beings.
TK-373 was transferred into an air cavalry unit, stripped of rank, but not of resolve. He now serves as a rank and file trooper among atmospheric strike teams—those who descend from the skies on winged transports and gunships to secure objectives with speed and precision. Though his former title bears no authority, his presence still commands respect. Quietly, methodically, Ro’talius Emanti carries his past like armor. He drills younger soldiers not because he was ordered to, but because he refuses to let them die needlessly. Somewhere beneath the armor and protocol, the boy from Val’hala, the warrior his grandparents raised…
Still breathes.
INVENTORY
- Standard issue trooper armor
- Standard issue trooper loadout
- C-11 "Nastirci" Combat Knife
- SD-R1 Standard Blaster Rifle
- SD-S1 Projectile Rifle
- HG-54 "The Vora" Class Verpine Hand Cannon x2
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