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Name: Fdera'Do'Nuorudo
Age: 32
Race: Chiss
Gender: Male
Faction: Chiss Ascendancy
Rank: Lieutenant/CAIN Operative
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 221 lbs
Force Sensitive: No
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Skin: Blue
Age: 32
Race: Chiss
Gender: Male
Faction: Chiss Ascendancy
Rank: Lieutenant/CAIN Operative
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 221 lbs
Force Sensitive: No
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Skin: Blue
Gear:
Blaster pistol
Personal journal
Concealed knife
Strengths:
Good with words
A skilled tactician
Trained pilot
Fair aim with a pistol
Weaknesses:
Brash
Quick to anger
Impetuous
Cold hearted
Personality:
Once a kind and gracious man, with an endless stream of possibilities ahead of him as both a fighter pilot and as an officer, Radon found out the hard way what real life was all about. Suffering through hardships that at one point had him almost scrapping around for food in the trash, since he came into the Chiss Ascendancy he has changed his ways. He realized that being nice and having a heart got one nowhere in the military life, and it would be best to do without one. Radon no longer had any qualms about ordering the glassing of a planet with innocents on it, or even to not torture the recent prisoners that were captured on his ship, were there the chance for either to fall right into his lap.
However, not all things come from being cold hearted and just plain evil. As a member of CAIN, Radon figured it would be for the best to separate his merciless self from his diplomatic self. He was always good with words growing up, and always liked having to use them. The CAIN side of Radon is about as complete a one-eighty from the military Radon as posible, generous and seemingly warm, with a wish to negotiate his way out of as many wars as he secretly wished to fight.
His personal philosophies outside of the Ascendancy are not much more different. Once a believer in karma and superstitious about bad luck and the like, he has come to realize that that stuff is all bull****, and no longer has any care for what he does or the consequences behind them, unless they were to lead to chaos or destruction within the Ascendancy. Radon fully believes it best to separate his personal life from his military one as well, trying as little as possible to see or communicate with his peers, his supervisors, and especially the people below him on the military food chain.
Biography:
'I was born on Niraun to rich parents. They gave me everything I could have wanted and more. An amazing education that brought me to as many planets as I could have wanted, and again, more. I was brilliant, a high I.Q and a fast learner are always two traits you wish to have. But I had more. I was a good pilot, a good cook, a good hunter, I was good at practically everything I did. And my parents asked for nothing more in return but for me to be great. I promised them I would, and I haven't made another promise since then. Because promises are only made to be broken.
When I was twenty-two, a ripe young age, I decided I wanted to be a fighter pilot. But I had grown up only knowing the Empire as a government, and the Chiss as my people. I became a TIE pilot after a too-long tenure in the Imperial Academy. Whichever one in particular escapes my mind at this moment.
Things started off fast. I was the best in my class, and just about everyone loved me, hated me, looked up to me and wanted me out of the way at the same time. Women wanted me, men wanted to be me. Sure, these people were probably going to die the first time they flew in battle, but at the age I was that still means a whole lot. I was going to be somebody, I was going to be the next Thrawn if nothing else stood in my way. My ambitions were that high, and they never ceased to get higher. I wanted it all, and I wanted it just to please my parents, give them back everything they had given me, and more.
When I was twenty-seven, however, things went...downhill. I was still but a lowly TIE pilot. One of their best, even at such a young age, so it wasn't for nothing. There wasn't a war to prove anything, but I had seen my fair share of action when it came to engaging smugglers and pirates. I'd shot down more than my fair share, and I couldn't be happier.
I was finally getting noticed, officers were finally starting to see what true potential I really held under my skull. For five years I bragged not once, I looked down upon those I was better than not once, I was NOTHING but kind and caring and nice. But then I heard about the death of my parents.
The Sith had just recently come into play in the Empire. I believe the year was 1,003 ABY, maybe 1,0004. Believe me, I wish I knew why the Empire had chosen to take out my parents. It wasn't to rile me up, I'm sure about that. But my parents were continuing to grow in power not around Chiss space, but around Imperial space. Not in, per se, but causing quite a commotion if I was right. It was probably to prove a lesson, that the Sith Empire were going to be the ones gaining in power, not two lowly, rich Chiss. Hell, what's the galaxy gonna notice, two more rich people bumped off for encroaching on territory that wasn't theirs? The commotion that followed the incident was little to none, and I couldn't stand for that.
Can you tell what I did next?
I deserted, and took the life of a particularly dislike officer along with me. I stole a shuttle and flew it as far as the fuel tank would allow me to fly. It took me more than a year to find my way back to Chiss space, and when I had, I had nothing. My home was in Imperial space, and I was sure it had probably been completely ransacked by the Empire for whatever money and valuables would be found there.
For a while, I thought about joining the Chiss military. Hopefully we'd get into a war with the Empire and I would be able to take revenge. Revenge for ruining my life. I had been one of their best pilots, one of their most promising Naval soldiers, how could they not have known that they were killing my parents? Simple. They did know, and they didn't care. I had been nothing but the ideal soldier and role model for them and they screwed me over? That was when I realized that the Empire was right. Not by who they killed, but the actions they took. One can't be in the military and have a heart at the same time. Hell, one can't be in the military and have a quarter of a heart at the same time. You have to be cold and ruthless to be efficient.
I didn't spend much time on the streets. Two years I spent scavenging for food and for drink and for money to live on, one year in Chiss space, on year in Imperial. It took that long to decide I would much rather be like the Empire than living like that. I was poor, I was starving, and I had the skills to be a General in the Imperial Navy. I wasn't going to stand for that.
Two years I have spent in the Chiss Navy. I piloted a snubfighter for only a short amount of time before I was promoted to Lieutenant. Obviously they saw my use as an officer much more than the Empire wished to sift through their enormous military to look for people who really deserved it. I believe they just go down alphabetically, they can afford the loss of life.
Within the past year my life has changed significantly. Subordinates don't look up to me as a role model, I hope, they're afraid of me. Afraid of what I could do when I'm promoted, and how efficiently I can do it. I wanted people who are afraid of me working for me, they won't mutiny. I'll make sure they won't mutiny. And along with that, I became a member of CAIN. As a diplomatic negotiator, can you believe it? Because, well, you read my entry. I wasn't always as cold hearted as Emperor Palpatine. I don't want to be as cold hearted as him. It's an occupational hazard, falling into that mindset. And I believe if I can talk my way out of it, I should. If I can't, then it's perfectly fine to bring hell down upon my enemies. Bring heaven and hell down upon them at once, and they'll crumble in no time.'
