Sangor Weymot
God-Emperor Darth Grimwhisker
EMPEROR SANGOR WEYMOT
| Aliases | Darth Grimwhisker |
| Birthplace | Cathar |
| Age | 50s |
| Personality Traits | Deceitful Dramatic Zealous Ruthless Hot-Tempered |
| Lifestyle Traits | Regal/Noble Schemer Sunbeam Enthusiast Epicurean |
| Rank | Master |
| Faction | The Grimwhisker Empire |
| Species | Cathar |
| Languages | Basic |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Height | 5ft |
| Weight | 180lbs |
| Template Credit | Orn'om |
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HISTORY
Sangor Weymot was born into a noble warrior clan on the planet Cathar. Even as a kitten, he displayed fierce independence, a regal attitude, and a surprisingly potent connection to the Force. He was a prodigy in martial training—but also a relentless source of drama.
The defining incident of his youth came during a feast in his clan’s stronghold. A heated dispute broke out over the last, exquisitely seasoned bowl of imported kibble. Another young Cathar noble dared to claim it for himself. Sangor, incensed, launched himself across the table and scratched the rival’s face deep enough to leave scars.
Though Cathar are no strangers to physical conflict, the act violated sacred clan protocols — and the victim was the High Elder’s favourite nephew. Thus, Sangor was exiled from his clan, branded a rogue, and forced to leave Cathar with nothing but his pride and his taste for luxury.
Wandering the Outer Rim, Sangor was captured by slavers and sold to a Hutt cartel. Forced into gladiatorial pits, he earned a fearsome reputation as the "The Grimwhisker", blending acrobatics, savage ferocity, and uncanny Force instincts.
He escaped repeatedly, squeezing through impossibly small gaps, clawing through walls, and once sneaking off disguised under a curtain. His final escape involved leaping onto a slaver captain’s face, leaving the man screaming for medical droids.
His exploits eventually caught the attention of a Sith Lord who recognised his raw Dark Side potential. Freed from slavery, Sangor became an apprentice. He excelled in aggressive saber techniques and mastery of fear, but retained his feline quirks: batting holocrons off shelves, curling up to nap mid-lesson, hissing furiously if scolded, to name a few.
During a training session gone wrong, Sangor pounced and mortally wounded his master, seizing the Sith mantle for himself.
Rather than trying to unite the fractious Sith factions, Sangor set out to carve his own empire from 'scratch'. Through ruthless cunning, precision strikes, and occasional surprise pounces in negotiations, he conquered various star systems scattered across the Outer Rim.
One day, while exploring an ancient Sith fortress on a remote world, he stumbled upon a cache of forgotten Sith texts. Within those scrolls and holocrons, he discovered prophecies speaking of a 'Feline Messiah', a being of fur and claws destined to bring the galaxy to heel under Sith rule.
Naturally, Sangor interpreted this as confirmation of his divine destiny. Declaring himself the prophesied saviour, he crowned himself God-Emperor Darth Grimwhisker.
While many found the idea of a 5ft feline overlord preposterous, those who dared voice dissent soon discovered that underestimating him was a fatal mistake.
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STRENGTHS
- Predator’s Reflexes - Lightning-fast reflexes and agility, allowing him to dodge blaster fire, counter lightsaber strikes, and execute spectacular pounces. He’s a blur of fur and fury in battle.
- Charismatic Domination - Despite his size, he projects tremendous presence. His deep voice, piercing stare, and utter conviction in being the feline messiah inspire fanatical loyalty, or terrified compliance.
- Strategic Mind - A cunning tactician who applies predator-prey dynamics to warfare, politics, and manipulation. He plans ambushes and psychological warfare with chilling effectiveness.
SHORTCOMINGS
- Easily Distracted - His feline instincts occasionally betray him. A flickering light, sudden movement, or drifting moth can break his focus—even during critical meetings.
- Vanity and Pride - Hyper-sensitive to insults, particularly about his size, cuteness, or feline quirks. Enemies can provoke him into rash action by goading his ego.
- Short Stature Challenges - Though muscular and strong, being only 5ft sometimes limits his physical reach or makes him appear less imposing. He requires modifications to thrones, lecterns, and command consoles for dramatic effect.
LIKES
- Luxurious sunbeams for napping
- Exquisite, high-grade kibble imported from across the galaxy
- Silk robes and finely tailored Sith attire
- Crushing enemies under the certainty of his divine feline destiny
- Imperial architecture with high vantage points
- A perfectly timed dramatic entrance
- Collecting trophies from vanquished foes, particularly shiny objects
DISLIKES
- Being called "cute," fluffy" or "adorable"
- Laser pointers (considers them tools of humiliation)
- Getting his fur wet
- Vacuum cleaners (instantly triggers Force Hiss)
- Moths entering his throne room during serious speeches
- People attempting to pet him without permission
- Jedi who refer to him as "the little guy"
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