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"'Order' is Peace.
Peace is Sanity.
Sanity is Freedom."
NAME: Konran
FACTION: Independent
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Unknown; Humanoid
AGE: Unknown; Suspected Late-Twenties to Mid-Thirties
GENDER: M
HEIGHT: 6'2"
WEIGHT: 170lb
EYES: Unknown; Dull gray that display the first fractures of insanity; Color Synesthesia
HAIR: Unknown; Black
SKIN: Tanned
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Always possesses a number of bladed weapons on his person.
FORCE SENSITIVE: N
STRENGTH:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Somewhat stronger than the average human, Konran's physical strength is nothing special when compared to that of other species. He can, however, return a fierce and rather debilitating strike when given the chance, especially because his gloves are reinforced to deal more damage when unarmed, of which he rarely is.
DEXTERITY:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Average when compared to a human's, Konran is capable of standard dexterous ability whether or not it involves firearms or other activities.
CONSTITUTION:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Strangely and inhumanly durable, Konran's bone structure allows him to take an immense amount of damage when confronted with blunt-force, or similar, attacks; this does not alter any wounds inflicted by bladed weapons or blasters.
INTELLIGENCE:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Intelligent to a degree, Konran is able to solve problems and adjust to occurring events should he so wish.
WISDOM:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - While possessing a fair amount of intelligence, Konran lacks the wisdom of those much older than him but is more than able to set things in motion himself.
CHARISMA:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Both visage and his disguised voice can lead to intimidation, forcing certain individuals to bend to his will; they usually do not survive long afterward.
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Somewhat stronger than the average human, Konran's physical strength is nothing special when compared to that of other species. He can, however, return a fierce and rather debilitating strike when given the chance, especially because his gloves are reinforced to deal more damage when unarmed, of which he rarely is.
DEXTERITY:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Average when compared to a human's, Konran is capable of standard dexterous ability whether or not it involves firearms or other activities.
CONSTITUTION:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Strangely and inhumanly durable, Konran's bone structure allows him to take an immense amount of damage when confronted with blunt-force, or similar, attacks; this does not alter any wounds inflicted by bladed weapons or blasters.
INTELLIGENCE:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Intelligent to a degree, Konran is able to solve problems and adjust to occurring events should he so wish.
WISDOM:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - While possessing a fair amount of intelligence, Konran lacks the wisdom of those much older than him but is more than able to set things in motion himself.
CHARISMA:
ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ - Both visage and his disguised voice can lead to intimidation, forcing certain individuals to bend to his will; they usually do not survive long afterward.
Intelligence, Surveillance, Reconnaissance - Konran has been known to obtain information on his priorities before making a move against any targets he may have.
Blaster Weaponry - Possessing a high aptitude with many forms of technology, Konran is skilled in the use of most basic blasters and a few more advanced ones..
Bladed Weaponry - Konran, while by no means a master, is horrifyingly deadly when he chooses to bear one of the many blades he has on his person. As he is more than likely to catch his prey in small areas, this makes him a dangerous foe.
Torture/Interrogation - In order to pry the information he required to see that his goals were achieved, Konran spent a large amount of time torturing certain individuals. He gradually became better at forcing people to talk, and even expanded his inventory of gruesome devices used to commit such acts.
Butchering - Upon wandering the galaxy soon after obtaining his 'freedom,' Konran has displayed a great interest in the maiming and butchering of certain individuals. However, he is likely to maim anyone who stands in his way when he begins to use one of his blades.
Piano - During the duration of his early life, Konran had spent a fair amount of time playing the piano. Although, something seems to be missing whenever he begins to play at this time.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
+ Inhuman Durability
+ High aptitude with many forms of technology.
+ Torture/Interrogation
+ Capable of noticing things others are more likely to miss.
+/- Uses others to further his own goals.
+/- Color Synesthesia
- Not known for keeping certain promises to certain people..
- More than likely to disregard the safety of others unless they prove useful.
GEAR:
Light, metallic armor used to absorb light blaster fire [See image above; Life-Support Systems integrated for several hours at most].
Voice Changer
x1 Model 434 "DeathHammer" Blaster Pistol
x1 DH-17 Blaster Pistol
x1 3'6" (2'6" Blade, 1' Hilt) Cortosis-woven blade
x2 2' (1'4" Blade, 8" Hilt) blades
x1 1' (7" Blade, 5" Hilt) blade
Vast inventory of torture devices, ranging from simple tools to agonizing toxins.
Last Discord
Upon seizing the ship, the 'Brothers' and 'Sisters' discovered that it possessed a hyperdrive, two laser cannons, eight blaster cannons, and enough room for about twenty people total. The ship itself is lightly armored with moderate shielding, allowing it to use a fair amount of speed to its advantage should it be engaged in battle or if it needed to get away from pursuing hostiles.
Some of the rooms on the lower portion of the ship have been converted into containment and interrogation chambers for Konran's use.
Amongst the Brothers and Sisters, there is no definite leader; they all fight in their own way to further their desire to reunite those scattered throughout the galaxy, no matter the cost.
At the beginning, Konran escaped Garos IV with three others; subjects who also suffered at the hands of those that captured Konran.
However, as with every other being that lives throughout the galaxy, these Subjects are more than capable of being bled dry. It goes without saying that they shall not go down easily though, especially when in the presence of another of their 'kin.'
Subject: MIND
Most certainly the most strategic and intelligent of the Brothers and Sisters, Omoi's mental abilities were constantly strained and tested during his time inside the facility located on Garos IV. He was the subject in discovering just how far the human mind could go and how much one could learn in such little time.
However, as intelligent as he is, he is far from being a worthy combatant.
Subject: MENTALITY
Trained in a vast amount of medicinal, surgical, and psychological fields since being integrated into Operation: SHATTERED MOON, Shinjou is the one capable of patching up allies to the point where they can remain in conflicts for an extended period of time.
Like Omoi, he lacks sufficient combat skills, and thus must rely on others to protect him.
Subject: ZERO
The primary pilot of the Last Discord, Rei was put through an endless cycle of training and discipline throughout her life in order to hone her skills as a pilot. She is capable of piloting fighters, freighters, frigates, and even corvettes. However, she seems to be satisfied with the current ship she and her Brothers and Sisters occupy.
She defends herself with a common blaster rifle and pistol.
At the beginning, Konran escaped Garos IV with three others; subjects who also suffered at the hands of those that captured Konran.
However, as with every other being that lives throughout the galaxy, these Subjects are more than capable of being bled dry. It goes without saying that they shall not go down easily though, especially when in the presence of another of their 'kin.'
Subject: MIND
Most certainly the most strategic and intelligent of the Brothers and Sisters, Omoi's mental abilities were constantly strained and tested during his time inside the facility located on Garos IV. He was the subject in discovering just how far the human mind could go and how much one could learn in such little time.
However, as intelligent as he is, he is far from being a worthy combatant.
Subject: MENTALITY
Trained in a vast amount of medicinal, surgical, and psychological fields since being integrated into Operation: SHATTERED MOON, Shinjou is the one capable of patching up allies to the point where they can remain in conflicts for an extended period of time.
Like Omoi, he lacks sufficient combat skills, and thus must rely on others to protect him.
Subject: ZERO
The primary pilot of the Last Discord, Rei was put through an endless cycle of training and discipline throughout her life in order to hone her skills as a pilot. She is capable of piloting fighters, freighters, frigates, and even corvettes. However, she seems to be satisfied with the current ship she and her Brothers and Sisters occupy.
She defends herself with a common blaster rifle and pistol.
PERSONALITY:
Normally, Konran is a relatively cold and intimidating man who cares little for the troubles of others. Although, this attitude changes should he find a use for someone in a way that would allow him to take a step closer to his goal, regardless of how small it may be. However, earlier in his life, he has been known to rub the heads of those he considered close to him, usually those younger than him, or set his hand on their shoulder should they be around the same age or older than him.
This no longer occurs however. Now, Konran has proved himself to be a merciless, efficient, and resourceful individual willing to further himself to reaching his goals, even if he were to commit vast varieties of crimes.
BIOGRAPHY:
Nar Shaddaa, Coruscant, Korriban; I do not know from which planet's sky I was born under, nor what kind of family allowed me to breathe my first breath of life. In the beginning, I pondered over these facts, curious of my original origins. Those thoughts were quickly removed and replaced by them.
To be honest though, I am thankful in a way. Rather than lingering on those left behind in the past, they have given me a new family, one that I could stand alongside with and look to the future. I found my 'Brothers' and 'Sisters,' and I couldn't have been happier.
As with every story however, those good times didn't last. They tore the family they bestowed upon us apart. Many of my 'Brothers' and 'Sisters' resisted to no avail, their crimson blood staining the white walls and glistening floors of those small rooms.
It was then I vowed, as the darkness took hold of me, that I would reunite my 'Family' and remove any that stood in my way.
I am Konran, the one who shall restore that of which was torn asunder so many years ago.
Chapter One: Within This Sealed Room, A Precious Memory
Chapter One: Within This Sealed Room, A Precious Memory
"Nii-Nii."
A soft and gentle voice woke me from my slumber and pulled me back into the small world that I knew.
Opening my eyes, I was blinded by the light that was placed upon the ceiling, forcing me to lower the lids of my eyes to the point where I raised a hand to cover my squinting eyes.
Groaning, I sat up and brought my legs over the side of the bed, patting the sides of my face to wake myself up. When my eyes became sufficiently accustomed to the light that bounced off practically every surface in the room, I looked up.
The room was fairly bare, with few objects of any kind placed in their appropriate locations. In this rectangular space, my bed was placed furthest corner from the door to the corridor outside. Next to it was a simple desk and chair with a small lamp. Just past the foot of the bed was another door, only it led to a private restroom. Although few in number and the like, there was one little thing that they all shared.
Almost everything was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the covers of the bed from which I was awakened.
My attention, however, was not focused on the surroundings that I had seen everyday for the past two decades or so, but rather on the small girl that sat silently and patiently at the desk beside me.
Her hair was a vibrant blonde that seemed to glow whenever it was bathed in light as it framed her face, ending just above her chin. Her red eyes were accentuated by her fair skin and hair and, as always, she was garbed in the green dress that the Director gave her as a gift years ago.
The small, peaceful smile that she had changed into a happy one upon looking at her, "Good morning, Nii-Nii. Did you rest well?"
Having placed the palms of my hands over my face, I looked at her from between my parted fingers, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, "I suppose I did... though the back of my head still hurts." Moving one of my hands to the back of my head, I playfully feigned discomfort while hiding my growing grin, "You really didn't need to hit me that hard.."
A tinge of red spread across the girl's face as she puffed up her cheeks, brows furrowed, and her head tilted downward, "It's your own fault that you weren't paying attention... You should know better than to let your guard down when everyone's playing outside; they only get to go out every once in a while, so it's chaotic out there.."
After a few seconds of silence, the light laughter that I was holding back escaped, causing the girl's face to redden even more. Setting my hands on my knees, I pushed myself up from the bed, the laughter having lowered to chuckling. Taking two steps, I knelt in front of her with a grin on my face and set my hand upon the top of her head, "I promised that I'd help you out with your piano skills today, didn't I?" Blinking several times, she nodded, her beaming smile replacing the pout she bore seconds ago.
Grabbing my hand, she stood abruptly, nearly sending me on my backside in surprise, and rushed to the door while dragging me behind her. I let out an amused laugh, and she a giggle, as we stepped beyond the white door.
Chapter Two: These Joyous Days Never Last
Of all the countless things that could have happened, I wished that I could go back and change everything... I wished that I could prevent this from happening to those I cared for... I wished that I would have known...
Those were the thoughts that lingered in my mind as my vision continued to fade in and out, agony searing its way down my back and chest. I cannot remember numerous details as to what had occurred other than the following.
I awakened to the rocking of the facility and the blaring sound of an alarm.
My eyes flew open. The white room in which I slept bathed in a red light, a deafening noise filling my ears. I stood, confused and afraid, and left the place that had once been my sanctuary.
I ran alongside several of the researchers as they were cut down by crimson streams of light.
A scream of pain. A sound of a body collapsing to the floor. Flashes of scorching crimson lights carving their way through the air and those that watched over me for more than a decade.
I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop running. Even as those around me fell, eyes lifeless, I continued to run, never looking back.
I was afraid.
I escaped and stumbled upon the Director and his daughter.
"Find and secure the objective! Move out!" Boots fell heavily on the ground, scattering down separate corridors, the sound fading.
My hands covered my lower face, muffling the erratic breaths. I peaked around the corner, several bodies spread across the ground.
Scanning the multiple corridors, I rushed down one, thoughts filling my mind.
I heard footsteps. Two pairs. I turned the corner.
My heart jumped in my chest as I found two familiar faces.
We were discovered.
I was shot.
The sound of my heart beating reverberated within my head while I grasped at the wounds that pierced my breast. Through my blurred eyes, I watched, useless, as they brought the Director to his knees. I could hear his daughter screaming somewhere beyond my sight, pleading to let her father go.
A man, clad in the same, dark armor as the others, stood in front of the Director, his hands clasped behind his back.
I couldn't hear anything the two said to the other, their voices low. My vision was fading. A constant ringing was nearly all I could hear.
Suddenly, my vision sharpened, the fog and utter darkness shrouding my sight faded. The ringing intensified. The man's face possessed a displeased expression and, drawing a hand from behind his back and set an object to kneeling man's head.
A red flash.
A scream filled with anguish.
Death's silent and dark and cold embrace took hold.
Chapter Three: The First Step Out of this Horrid Dream
Part One: First Sight
"I take it that this is the new Subject, yes?"Part One: First Sight
"Indeed he is. He seemed to be associated with Order, so keep an eye on him...
We cannot afford another failure. Not again."
From hence forth, all I can gather are fragments of my memories. I could feel nothing but agony, fear, anger, and hopelessness.
It was similar. To my first sanctuary, that is. There were men and women in white suits, their faces hidden behind the masks they bore. Their gloves stained with my blood.
And that of others...
They did.. something to me. I cannot remember what exactly.. What I do remember is only a mere shard of something much, much larger.
The first thing I can remember is the sound of my heart beating and the endless ringing that pained my mind.
I slowly opened an eye, but it was forced shut by the blinding light that descended from directly above, covering the general area. I kept them closed.
Eventually, the ringing dissipated and was replaced by the sounds of beeping and whirring. The same sounds similar to that of the scientists' computers and machinery located in rooms I would occasionally be checked on and given shots. They said it was to monitor certain chemicals and my vital signs.
Along with those sounds, there were also the muffled speech of several individuals nearby.
I moved to stand, but discovered I was unable. Turning my head to the left, I opened my eyes slightly, biting back a groan at the dull throbbing behind my eyes.
I released a breath when I caught sight of what held me down; metal braces, two if what I could see was true, connected to the metal arm of a chair. I moved my eyes to the right, only to see the same. At that time, I had realized that my arms weren't the only limbs held down, but my legs had three pairs of braces as well, and a single one wrapped around my neck.
My breaths became erratic, as did my heart. My eyes darted away from the metallic restraints and to whatever they could land on with whatever movement I could get due to my current restrictions.
Everything was still blurred, even when the figures of white-clad individuals came into view, surrounding me.
I felt a prick on my right arm.
Suddenly, my vision sharpened exponentially and my eyes widened in silent shock. It wasn't because of the men dressed in white coats on either side of me. It wasn't because of the feeling of whatever they injected into my arm coursing through my veins. Rather, it was something that others may believe insignificant or strange.
Everything around me bore no color. All I saw was black and white. I would have been convinced that I was colorblind if it wasn't for one fact.
A faint aura of icy blue seemed to surround the men, the cold color seemingly telling me of their intent and warning me to run or retaliate.
I could do neither.
The last thing I saw were the glints in their eyes as I faded into unconsciousness yet again, their faces hidden in the darkness provided by the light shining above them.
Part Two: Agony
Day after day, all I could remember were brief moments of pain and flashes of those who stood above me and the sound of screams laced with agony.
The visages of them, edged with an icy blue, filled the world that had suddenly turned lifeless; gray and black and white.
There is not much to tell here lest you wish to hear repeated tales of my continued suffering and their heartless experimentation that lasted months, if not years; I cannot remember. . .
Part Three: Cherish the Few
RELATIONSHIPS:
???; Director's Daughter - One of the first individuals I can remember, alongside her father, the Director, in my earliest of memories. She was one of few beacons of light during the Confinement years ago. It was thanks to her that I held onto my sanity during those times of anguish; now however, while I roam the galaxy, I can feel my mind fracturing..
ORDER - Unknown; sometimes spoken under the breath of Konran after the disposal of specific interrogated victims.
ROLE-PLAY HISTORY:
N/A
???; Director's Daughter - One of the first individuals I can remember, alongside her father, the Director, in my earliest of memories. She was one of few beacons of light during the Confinement years ago. It was thanks to her that I held onto my sanity during those times of anguish; now however, while I roam the galaxy, I can feel my mind fracturing..
ORDER - Unknown; sometimes spoken under the breath of Konran after the disposal of specific interrogated victims.
ROLE-PLAY HISTORY:
N/A
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