Valmorra Kothi
Free Dark Side Cultist
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Physical Stats
Species - Umbaran
Sex - Male
Sexuality - Homosexual
Height - 5’10
Weight - 165
Eye Color - Ice Blue
Hair Color - Dyed Coal-Black
Force Sensitive? No
Alignment - Lawful Evil
Faction: Dark Side Aligned
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Strengths
+ You Started This +
Completely devoted to the cause, Valmorra will let little get in the way between him and his end goal, whatever lengths he has to go to, he will do so to the best of his abilities. He pushes himself to nearly breaking, sometimes for the worse, in order to assure, even if he fails to achieve the primary objective, he managed to tip the scales slightly forward for his Beloved Darkness.
+ For Lack of A Better Term, Ruthless +
Compounding on his fervent desire to never fail, the Umbaran is far from against taking matters into his own hands, sending a blaster bolt across the negotiation table, a vibroknife into an informant, whatever is needed to keep the mission safe, to keep things quiet, to make sure the right lips stay closed. While this is far from his answer to every task, as sometimes a much more subtle approach is required, he won’t hesitate to draw first and ask questions later.
+ “Shaken, not stirred.” +
Valmorra, as much as he finds thrill in combat, tries his best to keep a friendly face, seeing the idea of the Dark having more allies than enemies something to be proud of. A nice glass of brandy over chats, maybe a shipment of spice gets ‘lost’ and he gets the information about an artifact location, maybe if you’d just spent another second with him, he really is enjoying the talk, he swears. When he isn’t pressing the agenda of his benefactors, he actually can be quite a nice person to be around.
Weaknesses
- The Wrong Path -
The Dark Side, in no sense, are the good guys in any sense in the Galactic stage, and may stand as the precipice for what true evil could be considered. The faction he walks with carries weight, it carries connotations, and despite the smile and laugh that the Umbaran wears, little chat can convince someone that his intentions are far from pure. His family name has been stained since the Clone Wars, and there is little chance that walking with the true dark will fix that.
- Eldritch and Obsessive -
The Dark Side carries lofty promises, it carries grand ideals that the Galaxy has the possibility of being a better place, it has the promises of power and expansion, and the whispers of their faith will ring in the back of the mind of any true believer. This has had an effect on the Umbaran, for the worst. He can hardly see beyond the goals of his benefactors, can hardly see reason past how to reach those goals, and very rarely thinks of himself in the equation. His life is dedicated to the cause, and eventually, those whispers and self-sacrifice run the risk of breaking Valmorra.
- “We’re wanted on twelve systems.” -
Shootouts with CorSec, ducking behind a table in a cantina and rolling a thermal to the entrance, stealing a speederbike in the middle of the day to escape. Leading a dark life will rarely keep one from being well known. In several systems, due in part to his life before and during his new found Faith, Valmorra has managed to end up on quite a few watch lists and wanted posters. With credits racking up rather high for his capture or body. Several bounties have been posted for the man.
- You Know This Is Wrong -
There’s a better side to everyone, no matter how lost they are, and no matter how little he would care to admit it, he recalls every face he has ever removed from the universe. Every flick of the knife, every pull of the trigger, he remembers it, and he shoves it to the depths. If he never thinks on it, if he never lets his adrenaline drop, if he keeps his personality on high, he won’t have to deal with those demons. He knows this is wrong.
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Equipment
Comlink
K-16 Bryar Pistol
Personal Datapad
Thermal Detonator [1]
Personal Holoprojector
One Liter of Bacta [Glass Vial]
Spare Power Pack
Vibroknife
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Languages
Sith [Read/Write/Speak]
Umbaran [Read/Write/Speak]
Basic [Read/Write/Speak]
Huttese [Speak]
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Appearance
One of the more noticeable things about the Umbaran is the pitch black hair that looks as if it would be more appropriate on a holostar, creating new and controversial music for the airwaves, instead of a near-cultist. It tends to be wild, swept to the back and the side, loosely bouncing whenever he takes a step.
A single scar dominates the left side of his lips, just deep enough to be permanent.
His uniform normally consists of a simple black, quarter button up shirt paired with a casual bomber jacket, the trim accented with a white-fur. An ancient Sith emblem plainly emblazoned onto both shoulders, outlined in white. Black slip-on work shoes and simple slacks finish the design.
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Themes and Tropes
| Man vs Self |
| Man vs Nation |
| Man vs Man |
| The Sacred Darkness |
| Even Evil Can Be Loved/Can Love |
| Good Needs Evil |
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Ship and Speeder
XS-800 Light Freighter
614-AvA Speeder Bike [Stored in XS-800]
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Biography
Free Dark Side Cultist
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Physical Stats
Species - Umbaran
Sex - Male
Sexuality - Homosexual
Height - 5’10
Weight - 165
Eye Color - Ice Blue
Hair Color - Dyed Coal-Black
Force Sensitive? No
Alignment - Lawful Evil
Faction: Dark Side Aligned
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Strengths
+ You Started This +
Completely devoted to the cause, Valmorra will let little get in the way between him and his end goal, whatever lengths he has to go to, he will do so to the best of his abilities. He pushes himself to nearly breaking, sometimes for the worse, in order to assure, even if he fails to achieve the primary objective, he managed to tip the scales slightly forward for his Beloved Darkness.
+ For Lack of A Better Term, Ruthless +
Compounding on his fervent desire to never fail, the Umbaran is far from against taking matters into his own hands, sending a blaster bolt across the negotiation table, a vibroknife into an informant, whatever is needed to keep the mission safe, to keep things quiet, to make sure the right lips stay closed. While this is far from his answer to every task, as sometimes a much more subtle approach is required, he won’t hesitate to draw first and ask questions later.
+ “Shaken, not stirred.” +
Valmorra, as much as he finds thrill in combat, tries his best to keep a friendly face, seeing the idea of the Dark having more allies than enemies something to be proud of. A nice glass of brandy over chats, maybe a shipment of spice gets ‘lost’ and he gets the information about an artifact location, maybe if you’d just spent another second with him, he really is enjoying the talk, he swears. When he isn’t pressing the agenda of his benefactors, he actually can be quite a nice person to be around.
Weaknesses
- The Wrong Path -
The Dark Side, in no sense, are the good guys in any sense in the Galactic stage, and may stand as the precipice for what true evil could be considered. The faction he walks with carries weight, it carries connotations, and despite the smile and laugh that the Umbaran wears, little chat can convince someone that his intentions are far from pure. His family name has been stained since the Clone Wars, and there is little chance that walking with the true dark will fix that.
- Eldritch and Obsessive -
The Dark Side carries lofty promises, it carries grand ideals that the Galaxy has the possibility of being a better place, it has the promises of power and expansion, and the whispers of their faith will ring in the back of the mind of any true believer. This has had an effect on the Umbaran, for the worst. He can hardly see beyond the goals of his benefactors, can hardly see reason past how to reach those goals, and very rarely thinks of himself in the equation. His life is dedicated to the cause, and eventually, those whispers and self-sacrifice run the risk of breaking Valmorra.
- “We’re wanted on twelve systems.” -
Shootouts with CorSec, ducking behind a table in a cantina and rolling a thermal to the entrance, stealing a speederbike in the middle of the day to escape. Leading a dark life will rarely keep one from being well known. In several systems, due in part to his life before and during his new found Faith, Valmorra has managed to end up on quite a few watch lists and wanted posters. With credits racking up rather high for his capture or body. Several bounties have been posted for the man.
- You Know This Is Wrong -
There’s a better side to everyone, no matter how lost they are, and no matter how little he would care to admit it, he recalls every face he has ever removed from the universe. Every flick of the knife, every pull of the trigger, he remembers it, and he shoves it to the depths. If he never thinks on it, if he never lets his adrenaline drop, if he keeps his personality on high, he won’t have to deal with those demons. He knows this is wrong.
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Equipment
Comlink
K-16 Bryar Pistol
Personal Datapad
Thermal Detonator [1]
Personal Holoprojector
One Liter of Bacta [Glass Vial]
Spare Power Pack
Vibroknife
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Languages
Sith [Read/Write/Speak]
Umbaran [Read/Write/Speak]
Basic [Read/Write/Speak]
Huttese [Speak]
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Appearance
One of the more noticeable things about the Umbaran is the pitch black hair that looks as if it would be more appropriate on a holostar, creating new and controversial music for the airwaves, instead of a near-cultist. It tends to be wild, swept to the back and the side, loosely bouncing whenever he takes a step.
A single scar dominates the left side of his lips, just deep enough to be permanent.
His uniform normally consists of a simple black, quarter button up shirt paired with a casual bomber jacket, the trim accented with a white-fur. An ancient Sith emblem plainly emblazoned onto both shoulders, outlined in white. Black slip-on work shoes and simple slacks finish the design.
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Themes and Tropes
| Man vs Self |
| Man vs Nation |
| Man vs Man |
| The Sacred Darkness |
| Even Evil Can Be Loved/Can Love |
| Good Needs Evil |
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Ship and Speeder
XS-800 Light Freighter
614-AvA Speeder Bike [Stored in XS-800]
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Biography
The Kothi family had always played second violin if it meant that they would be assured some form of power in the next epoch that the universe would bleed into, thus, when the Clone Wars raged across the Galaxy, and the dark grew, they were willing to throw away loyalties, to their world, caste, the Republic, and even the CIS in order to see themselves come out the otherside the victors. The men and women dropped in the night, a holdout blaster pushed to the back of their neck and echoing in a field stopped being to bring themselves slowly up the chain that dominated Umbaran society, it became to eliminate issues for the twilight incarnate, for the chittering, raving madness of the dark side. Loyalists and separatists alike, the family nearly became overglorified hitmen, smugglers, and rogues in their own society. The wars raged, men and women died in droves, and the Kothi family would wade their way through the blood and torment to find a crown forged out of their sins. The New Galactic Empire, this New Order emplaced by the Darth indeed offered them a place at the table, it offered them all that they could want, fame, money, political power, at the singular cost of servitude. Enact his will and you will be rewarded, served as they had in the past, served as they would now, served as they always would. Despite marching with the wrong side of history, the family had little care for the greener side of the grass while sipping on Corellian wine and being some of the privileged few aliens even close to being on the proper side of the Empire.
War would come, once more, and the Rebel Alliance would go and campaign planet to planet, freeing system upon system, and the cracks would begin to form in the Imperial blazon. While the cog would burn to the firebird, the Kothi family would slowly realize the changing tune of the Galaxy. People like them would never last long once the people’s courts and mock trials began, once they were forced to count up every dead that their family had made in service to Him. Thus, once the message became clearer to Him On High, once the Dark realized the end was near, he would offer simple salvation to the family. A home, far, far away from the worries of the war. Deep, deep inside of [REDACTED], hidden away in the stars beyond the Core. Safety, security, and the promise of Order. So they left, fleeing the War, the shattering Empire, the Warlords, the Rebellions, the Extragalactic Terrors, and every last nightmare to plague the Galaxy as they planned their own plague, as they plotted their own eclipse of the light, as the song continued, as they supported the main chorus with a darkened symphony.
Now, a blackened XS-800 jumps from the Outer Rim, occasionally, rarely, executing orders and demands for Otherworldly Benefactors. Smirking as he introduces himself, family name and all, blaster primed underneath the table as he awaits the response. Sneaking aboard Remnant vessels, pretenders to the throne, simply to depart with little ventured, some coordinates jotted down on a datapad. Ships vanishing or being raided, with the survivors jittering off stories about how the power went off, and one by one bolts called in the depths. Far too blue eyes glaring from behind the barrel. Curious deals struck with curious people to see weapons, armants, and raw materials shipped to empty quadrants of space, the crew never returning. Despite this, when asking about the Blue Eyed Umbaran, to those select few, who shared a drink and a laugh with him, they’ll say he was the kindest man they had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Authorities never quite sure where the drawing line between friend and target for the Kothi.
He had fallen, as his family had, in Worship of the Dark, of the Evil that permeates the Force. He reveled in the Power it granted those who wielded it. Falling in line to support those that made their purpose known by the Dark Side of the Force. Scouring ancient texts, reading forgotten histories, the Umbaran had fallen completely to the ideas of cult and mysticism. Acting as an unasked for hand for the Dark Aligned Governments of the Galaxy. Currently, being pulled to the growing Empire, the beating heart of Darkness. Anything to spite the Light.
The will of the Night, something even darker than the eternal on his homeworld, a driving force that corrupted the soul beyond recognition, a family bathed in blood and torment. That is the legacy that Valmorra occupied. While his father taught him never to flinch when you make the kill, and while he never would speak aloud, the servitude has become less than a choice, and more of the only way of life his family has ever known. Would he escape it if he could? Would he walk in the Light? It is far too late for that, the Eclipse everlasting. Perhaps, the smile he wears, the laugh, the pat on the shoulder, maybe it’s genuine, maybe, despite being the servant to the abyss, he himself still stands.
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