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FELROTH SENGIR
AGE
► 50
SPECIES ► Human
HEIGHT ► 6'1"
EYE COLOR ► Grey
HAIR COLOR ► Brown
HOMEWORLD ► Nubia
GENDER ► He, Him
FACTION ► Protectorate
RANK ► Senator
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► No
PERSONALITY
Felroth Sengir is an idealist masquerading as a cynic, even to himself. His ambitious, arguably noble intentions are carried with a professional, dignified demeanour that has been cultivated through experience in more than one nest of vipers. Honest, but certainly not to a fault, Felroth would rather act with his heart on his sleeve and his better recorded orientations have been derived from such tangents. Nonetheless, he is capable of underhanded machinations when necessary but seldom out of self-interest alone.
He cultivates a small inner circle but is otherwise approachable, albeit unwilling to truly 'commit' to an individual until he believes he understands their true character and motivations. Politics seldom make this easy however, and he has been required to take risks on occasion both back home and in the Senate, a theatre where they are very few second chances. Although he respects and values honesty, he knows it would be hypocritical to view himself as above the manipulations required of a man in his position. Wars are seldom clean afterall.
Senator Sengir first and foremost sees himself as duty-bound to serve the interests of Nubia. He is a representative of his own people, not the crony of a now distant superpower intent on bleeding his homeworld dry. Nonetheless, he does feel some measure of excitement in the Protectorate project, however doubtful he is of it's longevity. If it stops the Mandalorians from butchering Nubia's workforces and keeps them from under the Sith's boot heels then it is at least worth exploring it's potential. His is not a humanitarian mission, but he cannot wonder what the Protectorate might achieve in preserving the Core and it's closest neighbours.
His love for the Empire has waxed and waned considerably in his lifetime and although he holds little love for it, he isn't entirely dismissive - or unappreciative - of the order that it once brought to the galaxy. Their presence certainly strikes him as preferable to the Mandalorians, whom he fully expects to begin killing one another a bit sooner than the Sith were. Who will be left to fill the vacuum then? Inevitably, this 'United' Protectorate would be caught in the middle, torn apart between the two sets of teeth. He doubts they will be drawn to the diplomacy table a second time, not without the complete annihilation of the other.
He cultivates a small inner circle but is otherwise approachable, albeit unwilling to truly 'commit' to an individual until he believes he understands their true character and motivations. Politics seldom make this easy however, and he has been required to take risks on occasion both back home and in the Senate, a theatre where they are very few second chances. Although he respects and values honesty, he knows it would be hypocritical to view himself as above the manipulations required of a man in his position. Wars are seldom clean afterall.
Senator Sengir first and foremost sees himself as duty-bound to serve the interests of Nubia. He is a representative of his own people, not the crony of a now distant superpower intent on bleeding his homeworld dry. Nonetheless, he does feel some measure of excitement in the Protectorate project, however doubtful he is of it's longevity. If it stops the Mandalorians from butchering Nubia's workforces and keeps them from under the Sith's boot heels then it is at least worth exploring it's potential. His is not a humanitarian mission, but he cannot wonder what the Protectorate might achieve in preserving the Core and it's closest neighbours.
His love for the Empire has waxed and waned considerably in his lifetime and although he holds little love for it, he isn't entirely dismissive - or unappreciative - of the order that it once brought to the galaxy. Their presence certainly strikes him as preferable to the Mandalorians, whom he fully expects to begin killing one another a bit sooner than the Sith were. Who will be left to fill the vacuum then? Inevitably, this 'United' Protectorate would be caught in the middle, torn apart between the two sets of teeth. He doubts they will be drawn to the diplomacy table a second time, not without the complete annihilation of the other.
BIOGRAPHY
Born on the planet of Nubia to a lower-middle class family, both of Felroth's parents were up and coming professionals in their respective fields, having clawed their ways out of society's lower rungs. It's perhaps no surprise then that they fostered in Felroth a belief in reaching above one's station, however this was tempered with strong - if rather flexible - moral code, a balance that Felroth has ever sought to balance throughout his life. Perhaps owed in no small part to this, NAME surprised his family by pursuing a career in law enforcement rather than their mutually-built business. Whether it was born of a desire for public service or merely excitement, Felroth to this day doesn't know the truth of it, presuming it lies somewhere in the middle.
Felroth spent most of his life cultivating his career, eager for the experiences and opportunities it afforded him, with a particular eye for investigation. A political career seemed to be the last thing on the cards, so to many, it came as something as a surprise when Felroth entered into it. His time spent in law enforcement afforded him no small list of connections that would become crucial throughout his later political career, especially in it's early years. Mutual favours only went so far, and before too long, his previous posting to feed no small amount of information on his political rivals, supplementing that which many already knew too well he'd personally acquired. He might well have preferred sheer altruism and well-rehearsed charisma to win him the day, but in reality, it didn't count nearly as much as the man might've wished.
Although Felroth had never anticipated his path would take him away from Nubia, the conflicts that spread across the galaxy would steer fate for him. As the excesses of the Sith reared their heads, one failure after another permitted the encroachment of the Mandalorians, the Sith having given themselves over to infighting rather than uniting in the face of an enemy who's momentum they only spurred. It quickly became apparent just how delicate the Empire's existence was, the vainer of indestructibility perpetuated by the appearance of strength rather than the means to actually wield it. Nubia suffered for it's failure, as did many more worlds. NAME was among those doubtful that the galaxy would be the same once that mask had been torn away.
With the formation of the United Protectate, Felroth ultimately succeeded in his bid to serve as representative of Nubia in a larger political stage. Whilst many of his rivals are more than happy to consign him to such a far-flung role, native Imperial hardliners and Mandalorian sympathisers were not so eager to see such shoes filled by a man who holds little love for either of the major galactic powers.
Felroth spent most of his life cultivating his career, eager for the experiences and opportunities it afforded him, with a particular eye for investigation. A political career seemed to be the last thing on the cards, so to many, it came as something as a surprise when Felroth entered into it. His time spent in law enforcement afforded him no small list of connections that would become crucial throughout his later political career, especially in it's early years. Mutual favours only went so far, and before too long, his previous posting to feed no small amount of information on his political rivals, supplementing that which many already knew too well he'd personally acquired. He might well have preferred sheer altruism and well-rehearsed charisma to win him the day, but in reality, it didn't count nearly as much as the man might've wished.
Although Felroth had never anticipated his path would take him away from Nubia, the conflicts that spread across the galaxy would steer fate for him. As the excesses of the Sith reared their heads, one failure after another permitted the encroachment of the Mandalorians, the Sith having given themselves over to infighting rather than uniting in the face of an enemy who's momentum they only spurred. It quickly became apparent just how delicate the Empire's existence was, the vainer of indestructibility perpetuated by the appearance of strength rather than the means to actually wield it. Nubia suffered for it's failure, as did many more worlds. NAME was among those doubtful that the galaxy would be the same once that mask had been torn away.
With the formation of the United Protectate, Felroth ultimately succeeded in his bid to serve as representative of Nubia in a larger political stage. Whilst many of his rivals are more than happy to consign him to such a far-flung role, native Imperial hardliners and Mandalorian sympathisers were not so eager to see such shoes filled by a man who holds little love for either of the major galactic powers.
MISCELLANEOUS
