Valamir Lorsteyn
Clone of Darth Doom
[SIZE=22pt]Valamir Van Lorsteyn II[/SIZE]
Biological:
Age: 10 (25 Physically, Clone of Vladimir Van Lorsteyn) [member="Darth Doom"]
Sex: Male
Height: 6’3
Weight: 215
Eyes: Blue (Right), Green (Left)
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Tanned
Force Sensitive: Yes
Species: Epicanthix
Appearance: Valamir is what Vladimir wished he was, unlike his progenitor Valamir is devilishly handsome possessing the face that had once belonged to Vladimir before his disfigurement. Valamir sports a strong jawline and prominent chin. Slight dimples are formed in his cheeks his face akin to a masterpiece. While Vladimir’s eyes had been brown, Valamir’s are blue and green respectfully. There is no known explanation of how this genetic mutation was caused but it is often the cloning process that is blamed. Valamir’s Dark brown hair is always tended to, combed neatly with a small bang that curls downward. Preferring to wear suits Valamir appears as a distinguished man, though even through the suit his honed and trained physique is apparent. Standing at well over six feet tall Valamir can appear to be an incredibly intimidating presence when necessary.
Social:
Full Name: Valamir Van Lorsteyn II
Faction: The Lost Tribe
Rank: Acolyte
Homeworld: A Cloning Tube
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Strengths & Weaknesses
[SIZE=12pt]Mentally Immune: Due to his progenitor being an Epicanthix, Valamir has retained their highly craved attribute.[/SIZE]
False Memories: Due to cloning Force Users still being an incredibly difficult process Valamir has suffered greatly many of his memories he possesses also come from his progenitor which can confuse Valamir at times.
Madness: At times Valamir can go through brief spans of madness where he has a complete breakdown becoming akin to a psychopath and is known for going on rampages losing control of his temper.
Overconfident: Valamir much like his progenitor is confident to a fault, he believes so highly in his abilities and own plans that he can at times underestimate foes that he believes he knows.
Biography: It is hard to tell what memories are truly my own or what are my progenitors. I remember exploring the city of Bastion, a man and women known as my parents on each side of me. I remember attending the finest schools on the planet, yet how do I remember such things? The cloning process of course, the effects are getting worse day by day. Those aren’t my memories, they are Vladimir’s. I am Valamir, the superior, I am what Vladimir wishes he could be. What he once was, back before he didn’t have to hide his disfigured appearance behind a mask. My true first memories? Watching my fellow brethren being cut down. Vladimir had been attempting to attain the perfect clone for who knew how many years. I just happened to be the only one that had been a success.
My body was that of a man at birth, well honed, and trained further by Vladimir’s grueling trials. Day in and day out it was all about the training. About pushing myself further, learning more, fighting, understanding. At first I wasn’t given a name, if Vladimir had it his way I would’ve been known as nothing more than slave. But I am the one who proposed the name Valamir, the name in which Vladimir’s originated from. The first five years of my life were spent aiding Vladimir in his experiments and traveling the galaxy, but over time I came to realize something. Vladimir wasn’t the original… I was, he had served his purpose and no longer deserved to live. It was time for me to ascend to his position, the only issue was that my own abilities paled in comparison to Vladimir’s.
The assassination attempt was a failure forcing me to flee Vladimir or suffer his wraith and flee I did before my ship crashlanded on the planet Croa. The natives? Uncivilized but they could be trained, taught, they would one day be my army. When I once more marched on the galaxy to claim what was truly mine they would aid me in the subjugation of the galaxy under one true order… My order!
