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Arthon Gawain Kyron
Drake XI
"We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us."
NAME: Arthon Gawain Kyron Drake XI
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
AGE: 68
LOYALTY: The Kjlljk Protectorate
ROLE/RANK: Counselor
HEIGHT: 1.85 meters
WEIGHT: 95 kilograms
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown/Grey
EYE COLOR: Blue
BIRTH-WORLD: Alderaan
RESIDING: No Fixed Location
Life and History
[Chapter One - From Cradle to Combat]
The Drake family is an ancient family on Alderaan, rivaled by only a few others like the Alde's, Organa's and the Antillies held the same history as the Drake's. It was said that the family itself had spread out across the galaxy, establishing branches on Serreno, Courscant and Dantooine. Though none had the same power and wealth than the Mother Family back on Alderaan, the family seat was to the North of the Cloudshape Falls in the great White Tooth Mountains. Their compounds surrounded the greatest of the Mountains and delved deep beneath it, the families lands were rich in rare crystals which formed the backbone of their wealth. The Drake's also held stakes in the Kuati shipyards, Courscant Banks and a number of other ventures both legal and illegal across the Old Republic.
Arthon was the third of eleven children, the oldest male, named after his Grandfather and the current head of the Drake household, Arthon Leon Drake X. From an early childhood he was groomed for great things, he was sent to Royal House of Bail during his formative years to receive the best education on the planet. His parents also hoped that he would grow close to the the young princess as well, securing the Drake's even more power on the planet.
After a top of the line education like all Drake's he was commanded to serve in the military, they were alternated generation by generation between the Army and the Navy. Alderaan had neither so they would always head to either Courscant or Kuat, Arthon's fate was the Kuati Navy, enrolling at seventeen. He attended their Naval College for two years before being assigned to his first post, the Kuati Ship The Reasonable, which was commanded by his Third Cousin Mattias Drake. Within two years at the age of twenty one he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander, the Reasonable had seen little action only smuggler chasing and a couple of bandit raids, but Arthon proved himself through constant smooth running of his departments and loyalty of his subordinates.
A year later he was re-assigned to the larger Kutai Ship The Never Ending, the ship itself never left the system and was a boring assignment. Arthon was convinced it was a paid for assignment by his family to keep him out of the firing line until his allotted ten years was finished. Luckily for him, that was not the case, a terrorist group decided that during one of the large planetary national holidays to attack one of the outlying docks and steal as many ships as possible. The Never Ending intercepted the group, Arthon commanded his team with exceptional skill, creating firing solutions on the forward turbo-lasers before the ship could even get into position. Once the main threat of ships was thrown off, the task of clearing the dock of enemy combatants appeared. The Never Ending clearing most of its personal had no real, infantry commanders, seeing the chance to once again prove himself, Arthon leapt to the challenge. His unit was able to clear the dock with some casualties, Arthon himself received blaster scaring to his chest.
The successful attack gained him recognition in both the Kuati military but its civilian government as well and was awarded the Kuati Cross of Valor. With this he was also given the rank of Commander and his own vessel for the first time. The remainder of his time in the Kuati military was uneventful and at twenty seven as was expected he returned to Alderaan to work on family affairs.
[Chapter Two - From Combat to Crib]
On his return to Alderaan he was met with great fanfare, the heir was safely returned from combat and with merit to boot. Arthon was quickly brought up to speed in the family affairs, his grandfather had passed away and now the family estate was in the hands of his father. He had attended the funeral during a time of extended shore leave. But it was still strange to him to see the great family halls empty of his presence. He was given the command of the families shipping and transportation business, it had come under financial strain over the past decade and was not performing as well as the families other interests. It was test for the young Arthon and one that he struggled with it at first.
The change in life from military to civillian was a hard one, shouting and screaming did not get you as far and most of the employees were less than half as committed as the Naval Officers he was used to. It was a fine balance blending his training together, with what was the norm in the civilian world. During this time he was off planet majority, the shipping business being based out of the Rim world Bestine. During his time back on Alderaan he would be carrying out the usual engagements of a noble house. Dinning and entertaining other nobles, meeting with foreign diplomats and business owners and a light spot of gambling and gentleman games.
After two years the shipping business had turned itself around and was now operating at a good profit. It was still no match to the mining or gem trade, but it was a lot better than when he had started and in no danger of being closed. With his father now content with his son's abilities to take on the mantle of the Drake family, marriage was back on the table.
There were three candidates his father put forward as a suitable match. Love was not something the Nobles could afford and especially those of the ruling bloodline, the marriage would be political and hopefully in time, Arthon would learn to love them. First there was Melina Cortess the first daughter of the current ruler of the Cortess house, she was cute Arthon would give her that. But past her looks she had little to offer, he attended a handful of engagements for her before he decided that any life with her would be dull indeed. Second there was Emma Alde, she was perhaps the most highly sort after women on the planet, she was the sole heir to the Alde family estate and all its wealth, Emma was strongly pushed by his father and had been touted as a suit by his grandfather before him. But Arthon quickly saw the reason why she was single, although not ugly she was no means beautiful and her personality and demeanor was truly horrendous. The only child and sole heir had left her spoilt and she acted more like a child than a fully grown women, the single engagement they attended together could not be over quicker if Arthon tried.
The final women and the one who fit was his childhood friend Silara Organa, her family was no longer the ruling dynasty of Alderaan but she was still a perfect political ally, the sister of the head of the Organa family and a beauty as well. There was nothing that Arthon could find wrong with her, although the same could not be said in return. Silara found him obnoxious and arrogant, his constant tales of battles in Kuati Military wooed other women but not her. It would take almost a full year of courting before he broke through her hard outer layer. At thirty Arthon was engaged, Alderaan weddings were long things so he was not needed directly on the planet, he was instead sent to head up the mining operation on Bespin whilst both families arrange the wedding.
The wedding was a lavish affair, befitting nobility, there was six hundred guests in all and it took four days to complete. There was the pre-wedding dinner, the ceremony itself, the wedding breakfast and the three day long reception. It was all a blur and even to this day Arthon struggles to remember much of those days, not from alcohol it just all went so fast. Their honeymoon was at the prestigious Tropix resort on Dorumma, three weeks away from family and work just to the two of them. Just like the wedding it went to quick and they were soon back on Alderaan, Arthon was replaced on Bespin allowing him to spend more time with his wife, he was given charge of the Drake security forces on the planet. It was a small task, taking little effort or time, most of his time was taken up with official engagements around the planet with his wife and of course trying for a successor.
Arthon would have five children with Silara, Braden, Alexander, Ashe, Corneilla and Arthon. The oldest Alexander was born only a year after they were married. Soon though Arthon was growing bored, the family matters and estate was not enough to keep him entertained. He was missing something and soon he found what it was. It was the call of Space, the call of Command.
[Chapter Three - From Crib to Command]
Although not happy Silara saw there was something missing in her husbands eyes and allowed him to once again enlist in the military. Like before he went off world, wishing for a new challenge he headed to Courscant. His family ties and Kuati record allowing him to enlist as a Commander. He was given the small corvette Liberty Skies and the task of patrolling for organised crime. He was Thirty One when he first heard the rumors that something was building in the Old Sith Space, though like most in the core he took as nothing but rumor and scoffed at the return of the Sith. The next five years were uneventful but the routine and the occasional skirmish was a balm to sooth the unknown wound in Arthon's heart. He would return when he was able to see Silara and his children grow up.
At thirty six, he once again thought of returning to Alderaan to try and live a simple life. He left his Command on Courscant having reached the rank of Captain and receiving the Republic Service Medal for his time there. He was on Alderaan for little more than six months before he was once again off searching for adventure. He found himself on the world of Bandomeer, surrounded by the growing threat of the Sith Brotherhood the Border Alliance began to form. Even though he was skeptical at first, the Border Alliance was welcoming an experienced Commander into their ranks. He was given the title of Commodore and would set about helping form the Border Alliance's fleet, running many drills between the worlds as they waited for the coming darkness.
For fifteen years he patrolled the lands bordering the growing Sith Brotherhood, their was the odd skirmish but nothing like the grand battles that he really wanted to witness or take part in. Nothing to write his name in history with. Arthon grew in statue and seniority in the fleet reaching the rank of Admiral. It was probably at the worst time for the Alliance that things changed on Alderaan which forced their Admiral to leave.
[Chapter Four - From Command to Chair]
At fifty six Arthon became the head of the Drake family as his father left this world for the next. He received the Holo-Call whilst he was restocking on Bandomeer so it was easy for him to return home. At first Arthon wanted to return to the fleet as soon as he buried his father but on arriving at his family estate he realized that it would not be possible. He was now the focal point of one of the greatest noble houses on Alderaan, thousands if not tens of thousands of people depended on him for strength and leadership. The responsibility filled the void of star ship command, it allowed him to finally rest at ease at home.
The return of their father was difficult for most of the children, Braden and Alexander had become bitter of their father in his constant absence and his returned signaled the political marriages of Ashe and Corneilla. Only little Arthon seemed truly pleased to see him, even Silara took time to warm back up to her husbands prescene. In time Ashe and Corneilla married, Alexander left to carry out his military service, Braden was sent to Bespiin and things fell into a norm.
He was sixty when the war began, the Sith pouring from the outer regions of the galaxy.
[Chapter Five - From Chair to Command]
Silara kept Arthon away from the battle to begin with, playing on his need to keep their people safe as a reason for him to stay. It would stay like that for a while until it was clear the Republic was loosing, with the creation of the Republic Army and Navy, Arthon could finally stand aside no longer. Recalling Braden from Bespin he gave his son temporary charge of the Drake Estate as he relisted in the military. Given the Rank of Admiral again he led the line in the defense of the Republic.
For a little over a year he fought against the Sith, it was a desperate fight. Constantly on a back foot, only the pompous Jedi gave them any hope in defeating the Sith and they only gave a half-hearted attempt at the job. Half of them staying behind to pray and contemplate whilst millions of people died trying to quell a tide of evil.
Soon it all came crashing down, Arthon fought in the defense of Courscant during the final days of the Republic. He commanded his part of the fleet amicably before the capital fell. Defeated he surrendered to the Sith leadership to prevent the death of any more of his men.
Due to his prowess and leadership skills Arthon was spared the chopping block and was offered a place within the new Sith Empire. However with his desire to fight gone and his wife calling him home. He turned them down and returned to Alderaan to spend his final days in peace.
[Chapter Six - From Command to Peace to Command]
The interwar years were a peaceful time for Arthon, he watched the first of his Grandchildren come into the world, swiftly followed by others. His life was happy for the first time in his whole life he did not feel the pull of combat, the desire to stand upon a ships bridge, to bark orders. For four years life moved forward with constant smiles, until the death of his wife.
It wasn't murder, nor was it all natural, it was heart break. Arthon, his youngest son had become caught up with a group of anti Imperial's and had paid the price. Arthon himself had never approved of his son's choices but he to was heart broken and angry and with his wife dead, the pull returned. The bridge called and an enemy began forming in his mind. That of the Empire, but he did not know where to turn, the Jedi where an army of force users, the Mandalorians held physical might to highly.
But a friend told him of another group on the outer rim, they were creating a small area of space free of the Empire and the Jedi. Perhaps this was his place, perhaps with them he could seek out his final act. And deal a little heartache to the Empire.
Skills and Abilities
"Don't draw fire; it irritates the people around you.""
Physical
Arthon has never been a physical person, his life was spent on the bridge of the ship, he could run and he done some hand to hand combat in his earlier years, though much of this has moved to the side in his age. Good with a blaster pistol, his eyesight and aim are still true at a good distance and has been known to sport a heavy repeating blaster when letting off some steam in the shooting ranges.
Mental
A military strategist through and through, Arthon has spent decades in the field of battle. Commanding ships since he was a young man, he has an excellent grasp of the rules of engagement. Charismatic he knows what to say to get the most out those beneath him, be it a gentle touch, a quick push or a stern lash of the tongue.
A bookish person, when in his quarters he prefers to read, be it fiction, non-fiction or that days ship wide reports. Nothing is to complex or simple if in written text for him to be intrigued. Because of this he had learned a variety of languages in his time.
Personality and Traits
"Who dares, Wins!"
"Who dares, Wins!"
Appearance
A little under six foot, Arthon has a reasonable build for someone of his age, a decent bit of muscle from an active life, but the degrading of age. He has lost his hair a long time ago, but when it was full it was dark brown, his beard when grown is half brown half grey. He is usually dressed in uniform, his casual wear very similar, dark, plain and to the point.
Personality
Stern, Proud, Determined. Perhaps an ideal candidate for the empire, Arthon is the archetypal military man. He likes to shout, bark orders and get things done. But he also enjoys the finer things in life, be it good food, wine, friends or family. He is caring and compassionate about those close to him, his family matters to him above all else. If one of them called he would come running, but he also calls those under his command on his ship his family.
Gear & Assets
B-8R Blaster Pistol
EMP Grenade [2]
Vibro-knife
Drake Family Estate
Roleplays
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