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I HAVE BECOME WHAT I LOATHED IN MY FATHER
I WILL EMBRACE IT, I WILL NOT HIDE FROM MY DESTINY
FULL NAME: Azah'ari'thaen
NICKNAME: Harith
AGE: Twenty-six
SPECIES: Chiss
FACTION: Sacred Band of Ziost
RANK: Brother
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 71 kg
SKIN COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dark Blue
EYE COLOR: Red
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Harith grew up living a a life of modesty. His father was an admiral serving aboard the Sith Brotherhood's navy, as it was a family tradition. His was a proud family that had always been intertwined with the Brotherhood, and prior to that the Sith Empire of the days of old. As a result, Harith spent the majority of his childhood aboard a starship, exposed to the Sith Brotherhood and their culture for as long as he could remember.
In Harith's youth, his father supplied him with as proper of an education as he could possibly provide, hiring Harith a private tutor to drill him in his studies. The tutor fascinated Harith to no end, as he was an exotic alien who was delicate and fragile. It was something Harith had never seen before. As an aged weequay, the tutor seemed almost out of place on a starship filled with the more common Brotherhood races. What the tutor lacked in physical strength he made up for with his mentality. He was always sharp, one of the few able to keep up with Harith's witty remarks and sly personality. It fascinated the boy to no end, and the two found themselves bonded relatively quickly. To Harith, his new mentor became the role model he desperately wished his father would have been.
Unlike the tutor, who kept a very loose leash on the boy, Harith's father had little tolerance for disorder and was well respected and well feared by his men. He was known to be a cruel man, fanatical in his beliefs regarding the Brotherhood. He always seemed to be too busy for Harith, never bothering to make time for his only son. In Harith's free time he helped his father deal with his legal responsibilities and worked under him as his assistant and protege, though that was the extent of their relationship. His father seemed to regard him more as a secretary than his actual flesh and blood. When they did talk informally, it always seemed to be on his father's terms. Above everything else, his father had never failed to address the importance of maintaining the legacy he had bestowed on Harith. This included serving the Brotherhood, something that had been stressed to the boy for as long as he could remember. In hindsight, the two were more alike than they might care to admit.
To his father's relief, Harith seemed fascinated by the prospect of one day becoming an admiral himself. Just like his father he was ambitious and cunning, a potential force to be reckoned with. Still, Harith questioned the Brotherhood's ideology. As the privileged son of an Admiral, Harith was able to observe how the Brotherhood worked while simultaneously not having to worry about being a victim of their oppression. In his mind, the Brotherhood was too forceful, inspiring too much fear and too little loyalty. Harith's father, when hearing his son's opinion, was extremely displeased that his son dared question the authority of the government that they served. He was convinced it was Harith's xeno teacher and his "primitive ways" that filled his son's head with such arrogance. He fired the tutor immediately, despite his son's fondness of the man, and chose to hire a second, much more strict tutor that was just as fanatical in his love for the Brotherhood as the father himself. This new tutor seemed keen on reminding Harith of the importance of Brotherhood philosophy and ideology, and never failed to remind Harith of his mandatory duties and service towards the government.
Aside from conflict of ideology, Harith had another problem. He found men more arousing than woman. In such a civilized galaxy, Harith was under the impression that this would not normally be an issue. However, Harith's father was not convinced that that sort of behavior was appropriate. Harith's first tutor had become such an influence and role model in his life that he did not think twice to tell him this before ever telling his father. The tutor, at the request of Harith, kept his word and didn't tell anyone. When he was fired, the secret seemed to die with him.
Despite knowing his father's stance on the matter, Harith took a great risk and began getting romantically involved with one of his fellow crew mates of his father's ship. He was a human who was a few years older than Harith, who was sixteen himself at the time. They were very discrete about their relationship at first, going so far as to not speak for weeks at a time on the rare occasion. In Harith's mind, however, the risks weren't as apparent. His father was so consumed by the idea of serving his family that he had no actual conception of what his family was truly doing. He underestimated his father's men, however, and he and his romantic interest were caught together by one of his father's men. When Harith's father found out, he was furious. He insisted that Harith was confused and sick, and that he would never speak about this to anyone ever again, going so far as threatening to disown Harith. To this day Harith has no idea what happened to the boy he had come to grow so fond of.
Over the course of the next few months, Harith's relationship with his father plummeted. The admiral personally drilled his son in the ways of the Brotherhood after sending away his second tutor. No matter what Harith did or how hard he tried he always seemed to make his father angry. Harith knew that in his father's eyes he was a failure. The admiral called in multiple doctors in an attempt to change his son's sexual preference. He made quite the effort to keep it discrete, though both Harith and his father knew that the situation was already common gossip among the soldiers, even if none of them dared to mention it in the presence of the admiral.
Harith's father had the doctors put the boy through many psychologically horrendous tests and therapy sessions, all in an attempt to change him. The emotionally scarring experience shattered what little regard Harith still held for his father, and in the end it was all for naught, for when the admiral finally accepted defeat he decided to send his son away to the Sacred Band of Ziost.
Officially, Harith had joined the Sacred Band willingly. Unofficially, his father had threatened to hunt him down to the ends of the galaxy if he had tried to flee. "You are going to serve the Brotherhood in one way or another," he insisted. "You will join the Sacred Band of Ziost or you will die trying." He would never forget the way his father spoke. It was chilling, lacking any sort of emotion. It was at that moment that it finally dawned on Harith that his father had given up trying to mold him into a perfect son. He had been left to the wolves.
The next few years of Harith's life were brutal and enduring. In the beginning he had little regard for himself or his capabilities, focusing more on survival than impressing those around him. It was not long before the trials changed him. Not only did he survive them, but he flourished. Of course, this was expected of future Brothers and Sisters of the Sacred Band, but it gave him an entire level of confidence that he had lacked after his dealings with his father. The trials he faced on Ziost have shaped Harith into the man he is today, as it was there that he honed his strengths and weaknesses, learned how to be a true fighter, and finally began to understand what it meant to be a part of the Brotherhood. It put his past perspectives of the Brotherhood and their ideology into place, as he began to respect what the Brotherhood stood for and what it was truly capable of.
Unfortunately, Harith also began to overestimate himself. Taking his success for granted, he began to get cocky and arrogant, and held himself above those that weren't as successful. This caught the attention of many of those that were struggling. At first, Harith welcomed the notion of being noticed, seeing it as an opportunity to further his own goals. However, Harith underestimated the price this attention would cost. A select few began to dig around Harith's past, and before he knew what was happening, word got out that he was an admiral of the navy' son--and that the admiral's abandonment was what brought him here in the first place. What was once a secret he dared not reveal was now the topic of much heated discussion between some of his rivals.
Tensions finally flared when Harith was attacked in the middle of the night by some of his angered peers. They beat him and humiliated him, and just when things seemed to be at their worst they held Harith down and shoved the entire left side of his face into a nearby fire pit. "Daddy isn't here to protect you now," he remembered one of them whispering in his ear just before it had happened. His flesh withered and melted, his screams echoing off into the endless night for no one but himself to hear. Even to this day the scars are nearly impossible to look at without cringing.
But he remembered the voice.
Harith knew, even in the midst of being humiliated, that he would have his revenge. From the moment it was over he waited patiently to strike. One by one, he hunted down those that had attacked him that night. He knew exactly who they were, as there were too few who matched the descriptions of what he had made out of his predators. One by one he killed them. After all, anything was possible on Ziost. From Harith's point of view, he was just weeding out the weak. But of course, saving the one with the infamous voice for last was a priority, that way he knew Harith was coming.
Nothing had ever satisfied the young man more than that final kill.
When Harith finished his trials he was an entirely new person from the scared boy who had been shipped off from his father's starship. The once warm child was now cold and reserved, distant from the rest of the galaxy. What his father failed to do himself he had the Sacred Band of Ziost do, and that was something Harith would never forget. He had become the very man he loathed. He planned to establish his legacy, his own legacy. Not that of his fathers. The abandonment, neglect, and anger he faced from his father would always be fresh in his mind, and he would always have his issues after what he had been through with the trials themselves.
And yet... he had a feeling the worst was still to come.
I WILL EMBRACE IT, I WILL NOT HIDE FROM MY DESTINY
FULL NAME: Azah'ari'thaen
NICKNAME: Harith
AGE: Twenty-six
SPECIES: Chiss
FACTION: Sacred Band of Ziost
RANK: Brother
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 71 kg
SKIN COLOR: Light Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dark Blue
EYE COLOR: Red
STRENGTH:
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DEXTERITY:
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STAMINA:
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INTELLIGENCE:
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WISDOM:
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CHARISMA:
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Harith grew up living a a life of modesty. His father was an admiral serving aboard the Sith Brotherhood's navy, as it was a family tradition. His was a proud family that had always been intertwined with the Brotherhood, and prior to that the Sith Empire of the days of old. As a result, Harith spent the majority of his childhood aboard a starship, exposed to the Sith Brotherhood and their culture for as long as he could remember.
In Harith's youth, his father supplied him with as proper of an education as he could possibly provide, hiring Harith a private tutor to drill him in his studies. The tutor fascinated Harith to no end, as he was an exotic alien who was delicate and fragile. It was something Harith had never seen before. As an aged weequay, the tutor seemed almost out of place on a starship filled with the more common Brotherhood races. What the tutor lacked in physical strength he made up for with his mentality. He was always sharp, one of the few able to keep up with Harith's witty remarks and sly personality. It fascinated the boy to no end, and the two found themselves bonded relatively quickly. To Harith, his new mentor became the role model he desperately wished his father would have been.
Unlike the tutor, who kept a very loose leash on the boy, Harith's father had little tolerance for disorder and was well respected and well feared by his men. He was known to be a cruel man, fanatical in his beliefs regarding the Brotherhood. He always seemed to be too busy for Harith, never bothering to make time for his only son. In Harith's free time he helped his father deal with his legal responsibilities and worked under him as his assistant and protege, though that was the extent of their relationship. His father seemed to regard him more as a secretary than his actual flesh and blood. When they did talk informally, it always seemed to be on his father's terms. Above everything else, his father had never failed to address the importance of maintaining the legacy he had bestowed on Harith. This included serving the Brotherhood, something that had been stressed to the boy for as long as he could remember. In hindsight, the two were more alike than they might care to admit.
To his father's relief, Harith seemed fascinated by the prospect of one day becoming an admiral himself. Just like his father he was ambitious and cunning, a potential force to be reckoned with. Still, Harith questioned the Brotherhood's ideology. As the privileged son of an Admiral, Harith was able to observe how the Brotherhood worked while simultaneously not having to worry about being a victim of their oppression. In his mind, the Brotherhood was too forceful, inspiring too much fear and too little loyalty. Harith's father, when hearing his son's opinion, was extremely displeased that his son dared question the authority of the government that they served. He was convinced it was Harith's xeno teacher and his "primitive ways" that filled his son's head with such arrogance. He fired the tutor immediately, despite his son's fondness of the man, and chose to hire a second, much more strict tutor that was just as fanatical in his love for the Brotherhood as the father himself. This new tutor seemed keen on reminding Harith of the importance of Brotherhood philosophy and ideology, and never failed to remind Harith of his mandatory duties and service towards the government.
Aside from conflict of ideology, Harith had another problem. He found men more arousing than woman. In such a civilized galaxy, Harith was under the impression that this would not normally be an issue. However, Harith's father was not convinced that that sort of behavior was appropriate. Harith's first tutor had become such an influence and role model in his life that he did not think twice to tell him this before ever telling his father. The tutor, at the request of Harith, kept his word and didn't tell anyone. When he was fired, the secret seemed to die with him.
Despite knowing his father's stance on the matter, Harith took a great risk and began getting romantically involved with one of his fellow crew mates of his father's ship. He was a human who was a few years older than Harith, who was sixteen himself at the time. They were very discrete about their relationship at first, going so far as to not speak for weeks at a time on the rare occasion. In Harith's mind, however, the risks weren't as apparent. His father was so consumed by the idea of serving his family that he had no actual conception of what his family was truly doing. He underestimated his father's men, however, and he and his romantic interest were caught together by one of his father's men. When Harith's father found out, he was furious. He insisted that Harith was confused and sick, and that he would never speak about this to anyone ever again, going so far as threatening to disown Harith. To this day Harith has no idea what happened to the boy he had come to grow so fond of.
Over the course of the next few months, Harith's relationship with his father plummeted. The admiral personally drilled his son in the ways of the Brotherhood after sending away his second tutor. No matter what Harith did or how hard he tried he always seemed to make his father angry. Harith knew that in his father's eyes he was a failure. The admiral called in multiple doctors in an attempt to change his son's sexual preference. He made quite the effort to keep it discrete, though both Harith and his father knew that the situation was already common gossip among the soldiers, even if none of them dared to mention it in the presence of the admiral.
Harith's father had the doctors put the boy through many psychologically horrendous tests and therapy sessions, all in an attempt to change him. The emotionally scarring experience shattered what little regard Harith still held for his father, and in the end it was all for naught, for when the admiral finally accepted defeat he decided to send his son away to the Sacred Band of Ziost.
Officially, Harith had joined the Sacred Band willingly. Unofficially, his father had threatened to hunt him down to the ends of the galaxy if he had tried to flee. "You are going to serve the Brotherhood in one way or another," he insisted. "You will join the Sacred Band of Ziost or you will die trying." He would never forget the way his father spoke. It was chilling, lacking any sort of emotion. It was at that moment that it finally dawned on Harith that his father had given up trying to mold him into a perfect son. He had been left to the wolves.
The next few years of Harith's life were brutal and enduring. In the beginning he had little regard for himself or his capabilities, focusing more on survival than impressing those around him. It was not long before the trials changed him. Not only did he survive them, but he flourished. Of course, this was expected of future Brothers and Sisters of the Sacred Band, but it gave him an entire level of confidence that he had lacked after his dealings with his father. The trials he faced on Ziost have shaped Harith into the man he is today, as it was there that he honed his strengths and weaknesses, learned how to be a true fighter, and finally began to understand what it meant to be a part of the Brotherhood. It put his past perspectives of the Brotherhood and their ideology into place, as he began to respect what the Brotherhood stood for and what it was truly capable of.
Unfortunately, Harith also began to overestimate himself. Taking his success for granted, he began to get cocky and arrogant, and held himself above those that weren't as successful. This caught the attention of many of those that were struggling. At first, Harith welcomed the notion of being noticed, seeing it as an opportunity to further his own goals. However, Harith underestimated the price this attention would cost. A select few began to dig around Harith's past, and before he knew what was happening, word got out that he was an admiral of the navy' son--and that the admiral's abandonment was what brought him here in the first place. What was once a secret he dared not reveal was now the topic of much heated discussion between some of his rivals.
Tensions finally flared when Harith was attacked in the middle of the night by some of his angered peers. They beat him and humiliated him, and just when things seemed to be at their worst they held Harith down and shoved the entire left side of his face into a nearby fire pit. "Daddy isn't here to protect you now," he remembered one of them whispering in his ear just before it had happened. His flesh withered and melted, his screams echoing off into the endless night for no one but himself to hear. Even to this day the scars are nearly impossible to look at without cringing.
But he remembered the voice.
Harith knew, even in the midst of being humiliated, that he would have his revenge. From the moment it was over he waited patiently to strike. One by one, he hunted down those that had attacked him that night. He knew exactly who they were, as there were too few who matched the descriptions of what he had made out of his predators. One by one he killed them. After all, anything was possible on Ziost. From Harith's point of view, he was just weeding out the weak. But of course, saving the one with the infamous voice for last was a priority, that way he knew Harith was coming.
Nothing had ever satisfied the young man more than that final kill.
When Harith finished his trials he was an entirely new person from the scared boy who had been shipped off from his father's starship. The once warm child was now cold and reserved, distant from the rest of the galaxy. What his father failed to do himself he had the Sacred Band of Ziost do, and that was something Harith would never forget. He had become the very man he loathed. He planned to establish his legacy, his own legacy. Not that of his fathers. The abandonment, neglect, and anger he faced from his father would always be fresh in his mind, and he would always have his issues after what he had been through with the trials themselves.
And yet... he had a feeling the worst was still to come.
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