In Umbris Potestas Est
Phantom of the CIS
( image used with the kind permission of @Sarge )
NAME: Tol Sabaith (Former) Xiere (Current)
FACTION: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Phantom
SPECIES: Zabrak
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 183 lbs.
EYES: Green
HAIR: Bald with miniature horns protruding from the skull.
SKIN: Peach with birth markings of red in tribal patterns.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Dimly
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
SHIP: I-7 Howlrunner "Banshee" was among the fleet of ships used by the Imperial air battalion. When Tol faked his death, he escaped detection in this stolen ship. He has since customized it by erasing all ties to the Imperial order. The Nav systems have been stripped of Empire tracers. It is generally used for fast paced maneuverability rather that straight on dog fights.
BIOGRAPHY:
From the very beginning his path was clear. The service was his destination, and it is there that the story truly begins. Of acceptable age, the Zabrak from Anobis had joined the regime of the Empire with like-minded teenagers from the private school he attended. Five friends joining the mighty strong-hold of the Imperial's illustrious military career. From platoon leader to field Marshall, Tol did not hesitate to accelerate his career with a fierce determination to excel and out-preform his fellow soldiers. Showing himself as a natural leader, and demonstrating a strategic mind to protect his troops while still getting the job done. His prowess on the battlefield had earned him the nickname 'the untouchable'. Heightened reflexes thanks to the dim connection to the Force aided him in perceiving danger seconds before it happened. Such a connection was not notable to earn him any renowned with the trainers in the Sith or rogue community, however it allowed him to push through some of the hardest campaigns in his career.
A respected commander of his forces that he was responsible for, Tol was approached the admiral of the fleet after being awarded a commendation for valor. He had been selected for something he'd been trying to achieve since he first learned about a selective group that was chosen to guard the very Emperor. Being present in the rooms where decisions that affected the galaxy took place. The Imperial guard was choosing him to be tested, trained, and position in the epicenter of power. Shipped off to Yinchorr where his real testing would begin.
A hand picked armada of soldiers from around the Imperial forces chosen for their bravery, devotion, and abilities in battle were assembled on the wasteland of a planet to become the most elite warriors, famed to be the most deadly sentients of the galaxy. The training was far from what he already received. It was announced from day one that many of the ones taken here would die here, and by the hands of the very person that likely stood next to them. There were no friends here, no brothers in arms. They were vying for only a select few positions and it would mean certain bloodshed. While the training was brutal and the troops were kept on maddening hours to further indoctrinate the Empire's cause into them, there was some free time.
Having earned a reprieve with about a third of the original recruits, Tol found himself off-world and doing what the military elite did best with their free time -- drink. However, the Zabrak didn't expect to run into a seductively gorgeous and highly intelligent Zeltron that had seemingly shunned the company of any soldier she encountered. Tol however was not a man to give up pursuit. For a woman like that you storm the beaches or die trying. His persistence and natural charm had seemingly out-flanked all other soldiers, or perhaps the Zeltron had sensed something else in him that wasn't evident in any of her other potential suitors. Tol had a month's leave and during that time he had all but proposed to this girl. He would have in fact, if not for the issue of allegiances. She'd balked at the military more than once in their relationship, all while Tol kept the privacy of his training a strict secret. Despite the affection and trust that had been built between them in the few weeks he was on leave, it was the realization that he was a part of the very organization that she found oppressive that split them up. To be more blunt, it was what killed her or at least the motivation had caused her pleasure drug overdose.
Part of her still remains with Tol, and likely always will. His loyalties were splintered at this junction, but he had nothing left in his life but the royal guards, and he refused to destroy himself over his loss. A meager funeral was held before he would return to Yinchorr. The noticeable change in the man was evident in his combat. He was far more ruthless, and calculating. Emotional ties and laughter had ceased, he was all business. While this trait wouldn't earn him any friends, it was a highly desired trait in a Royal Guard. After proving himself countless times in the rings and in environmental training, Tol was chosen as one of the three remaining soldiers to be part of that infamous crimson clad unit of protectors.
Fast Forward several years later, and Tol had been serving in an unwavering and dutiful regiment that had been protecting several Imperial figures in the upper most ranks with fierce resolve. He was rarely noticed, and never spoken to. Signals was all he looked for, but behind that visor he saw and heard everything. All the dealings, the glad-handing politicians, and the war rooms. The scarlet robed protectors were neither recognized or named. He gave that up when he became one. This wasn't a job for glory, it was a job for loyalty. It had to be unflinching to be in the service, and that's where things came crumbling down.
By the very command that he swore to protect and serve, Tol was targeted. They needed someone, they need a patsy on the inside to cover up a conspiracy plot that would the end the career of a top brass official. Rumors danced around the Royal guards, and because no one ever saw them outside of their blood red uniforms, it was highly questionable who was assigned to whom. There were those that knew however, they knew the rotation, they knew the regime. They had, after all, trained them. Tol was taken into captivity for a crime he did not commit. Evidence was planted, and the frame was hung with precise efficiency. While in confinement awaiting his trial, Tol remembered vividly what the woman he once loved had said about the Empire. It was truly sinister, and didn't mind stepping on those within it if it meant great power. Tol knew he couldn't take on the Empire in a rebellion by himself, and he knew he couldn't clear his name once the officials had their fingers in the turning wheel of their purpose. There was only one way out of this; he had to die.
Tol was pronounced dead during his trip from the prison station to the hearing of the Imperial high court. There was a massive explosion that had taken out about two thirds of the prisoner transport. Bodies were found, but charred beyond recognition. The official record brands him as a traitor killed in action, so as to save face and prevent further investigation. This however was a complete ruse on the part of the Zabrak who abandoned his title, his station and his entire life. The Imperial military elite had destroyed Tol, but they gave birth to Xiere. A man of conviction, purpose, and lethal skills that was soon picked up and recruited by the amassing systems of the CIS, recruited under the direction of a clone into their Special Forces unit. His skills and intel on the corrupt Empire is a bolstering force to their ranks.
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( image used with the kind permission of @Sarge )
NAME: Tol Sabaith (Former) Xiere (Current)
FACTION: The Confederacy of Independent Systems
RANK: Phantom
SPECIES: Zabrak
AGE: 31
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 183 lbs.
EYES: Green
HAIR: Bald with miniature horns protruding from the skull.
SKIN: Peach with birth markings of red in tribal patterns.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Dimly
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- + Royal Guard - Trained to the extreme conditions of the honor guard of the Empire, he has extensive martial arts, and military training covering a wide range of spectrums, yet being an expert in hand-to-hand combat, and wielding medium to long range melee weaponry. (Force pikes, vibroswords, etc..)
- + Imperial Knowledge - During his time as a silent guard for some of the most important figure-heads in the organization, he has amassed a great deal of intimate knowledge about policy, procedure, and how they execute orders.
- + Subtle Force Affinity - While his connection to the force is nowhere near the levels of the trained Jedi or Sith, it does afford him some pre-cognative notions, allowing his reaction times to be far superior to those without this added sense.
- +/- Death - Sabaith is recorded as dead; killed in action. This makes any ties he had to his previous life including family, friends, or brothers in arms a past memory. No matter if they were part of the Empire or not, he had to leave them all behind. Thankfully this also affords him complete anonymity to work against the Empire without being hunted.
- - Loyalty - Xiere struggles with all the ingrained teachings of the Empire during his training and service. Trying to remind himself that it longer applies is a hard habit to break, and causes his a good amount of emotional turmoil.
- - Solace - With a life of basically being alert by in all fairness - background noise - Xiere is hardly a social butterfly, and had a hard time accepting friendships or even the thought of loving (ever again)
- - Long Range Weapons - While competent enough to spray out a few rounds, Xiere is not a marksman which is why he prefers a more close range combat scenario. He'll never be a sniper.
SHIP: I-7 Howlrunner "Banshee" was among the fleet of ships used by the Imperial air battalion. When Tol faked his death, he escaped detection in this stolen ship. He has since customized it by erasing all ties to the Imperial order. The Nav systems have been stripped of Empire tracers. It is generally used for fast paced maneuverability rather that straight on dog fights.
BIOGRAPHY:
From the very beginning his path was clear. The service was his destination, and it is there that the story truly begins. Of acceptable age, the Zabrak from Anobis had joined the regime of the Empire with like-minded teenagers from the private school he attended. Five friends joining the mighty strong-hold of the Imperial's illustrious military career. From platoon leader to field Marshall, Tol did not hesitate to accelerate his career with a fierce determination to excel and out-preform his fellow soldiers. Showing himself as a natural leader, and demonstrating a strategic mind to protect his troops while still getting the job done. His prowess on the battlefield had earned him the nickname 'the untouchable'. Heightened reflexes thanks to the dim connection to the Force aided him in perceiving danger seconds before it happened. Such a connection was not notable to earn him any renowned with the trainers in the Sith or rogue community, however it allowed him to push through some of the hardest campaigns in his career.
A respected commander of his forces that he was responsible for, Tol was approached the admiral of the fleet after being awarded a commendation for valor. He had been selected for something he'd been trying to achieve since he first learned about a selective group that was chosen to guard the very Emperor. Being present in the rooms where decisions that affected the galaxy took place. The Imperial guard was choosing him to be tested, trained, and position in the epicenter of power. Shipped off to Yinchorr where his real testing would begin.
A hand picked armada of soldiers from around the Imperial forces chosen for their bravery, devotion, and abilities in battle were assembled on the wasteland of a planet to become the most elite warriors, famed to be the most deadly sentients of the galaxy. The training was far from what he already received. It was announced from day one that many of the ones taken here would die here, and by the hands of the very person that likely stood next to them. There were no friends here, no brothers in arms. They were vying for only a select few positions and it would mean certain bloodshed. While the training was brutal and the troops were kept on maddening hours to further indoctrinate the Empire's cause into them, there was some free time.
Having earned a reprieve with about a third of the original recruits, Tol found himself off-world and doing what the military elite did best with their free time -- drink. However, the Zabrak didn't expect to run into a seductively gorgeous and highly intelligent Zeltron that had seemingly shunned the company of any soldier she encountered. Tol however was not a man to give up pursuit. For a woman like that you storm the beaches or die trying. His persistence and natural charm had seemingly out-flanked all other soldiers, or perhaps the Zeltron had sensed something else in him that wasn't evident in any of her other potential suitors. Tol had a month's leave and during that time he had all but proposed to this girl. He would have in fact, if not for the issue of allegiances. She'd balked at the military more than once in their relationship, all while Tol kept the privacy of his training a strict secret. Despite the affection and trust that had been built between them in the few weeks he was on leave, it was the realization that he was a part of the very organization that she found oppressive that split them up. To be more blunt, it was what killed her or at least the motivation had caused her pleasure drug overdose.
Part of her still remains with Tol, and likely always will. His loyalties were splintered at this junction, but he had nothing left in his life but the royal guards, and he refused to destroy himself over his loss. A meager funeral was held before he would return to Yinchorr. The noticeable change in the man was evident in his combat. He was far more ruthless, and calculating. Emotional ties and laughter had ceased, he was all business. While this trait wouldn't earn him any friends, it was a highly desired trait in a Royal Guard. After proving himself countless times in the rings and in environmental training, Tol was chosen as one of the three remaining soldiers to be part of that infamous crimson clad unit of protectors.
Fast Forward several years later, and Tol had been serving in an unwavering and dutiful regiment that had been protecting several Imperial figures in the upper most ranks with fierce resolve. He was rarely noticed, and never spoken to. Signals was all he looked for, but behind that visor he saw and heard everything. All the dealings, the glad-handing politicians, and the war rooms. The scarlet robed protectors were neither recognized or named. He gave that up when he became one. This wasn't a job for glory, it was a job for loyalty. It had to be unflinching to be in the service, and that's where things came crumbling down.
By the very command that he swore to protect and serve, Tol was targeted. They needed someone, they need a patsy on the inside to cover up a conspiracy plot that would the end the career of a top brass official. Rumors danced around the Royal guards, and because no one ever saw them outside of their blood red uniforms, it was highly questionable who was assigned to whom. There were those that knew however, they knew the rotation, they knew the regime. They had, after all, trained them. Tol was taken into captivity for a crime he did not commit. Evidence was planted, and the frame was hung with precise efficiency. While in confinement awaiting his trial, Tol remembered vividly what the woman he once loved had said about the Empire. It was truly sinister, and didn't mind stepping on those within it if it meant great power. Tol knew he couldn't take on the Empire in a rebellion by himself, and he knew he couldn't clear his name once the officials had their fingers in the turning wheel of their purpose. There was only one way out of this; he had to die.
Tol was pronounced dead during his trip from the prison station to the hearing of the Imperial high court. There was a massive explosion that had taken out about two thirds of the prisoner transport. Bodies were found, but charred beyond recognition. The official record brands him as a traitor killed in action, so as to save face and prevent further investigation. This however was a complete ruse on the part of the Zabrak who abandoned his title, his station and his entire life. The Imperial military elite had destroyed Tol, but they gave birth to Xiere. A man of conviction, purpose, and lethal skills that was soon picked up and recruited by the amassing systems of the CIS, recruited under the direction of a clone into their Special Forces unit. His skills and intel on the corrupt Empire is a bolstering force to their ranks.
ACTIVE THREADS:
DOMINIONS: