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Mordred
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
Biography
Love. Childhood. Such terms are.. foreign to me. I was born, raised, and taught to be the instrument of my mothers vengeance. What a woman she was.. A Sith of great power and a unshakeable belief in her own birthright. My mother was once a Princess of a Onderon. The title itself was a mockery, the Republic Puppeteers had the planet well under their thumb. Onderon was nothing more then a puppet dancing on their strings, and their royalty, merely figureheads of tradition.
None the less, how my mother desired to see it close. To feel the soil beneath her feet once more. She was.. a woman whose love of her home superseded the love of her son. My Mother was young when she discovered her powers over the force. Even young she had been a spiteful woman who was once the Crown Princess, until her younger brother was born. In one night she had been displaced, forgotten, pushed into the background, and there she stayed.
She told me once that it was a blessing born from the treachery of her own father. It allowed her to continue her practice in secret. On Onderon the dark side is looked upon with fear and hatred. Even after countless millennium the hatred of the Dark Jedi persisted, many of the people even hating Jedi as they were unable to tell the difference. The Fools.
Slowly the dark side invaded my mothers dreams of retribution, justice, and hatred. She became obsessed with attaining the crown, but how? She could not kill her brother, she told me, because that would cast suspicions on herself and my father had begun to watch her far to closely as it was, so she hatched a plan, of genius she said, of course to me it was a plan born from desperation and madness. She would get herself impregnated by her own brother. Her brother would have no choice but to take her as his bride and queen. The fact that they were related never seemed to dawn on her, but her plan had one problem. Her brother had married another woman. One of unequaled beauty..
Slowly night after night she reached into his mind and changed him. Day after day he slowly began to see a woman beyond beauty, a woman he could not resist.. a woman he needed to have.. And he took her. Surprisingly it took only once for the seed to take hold and.. produce me, but her plan soon fell into disarray. When the Prince awoke, he no longer saw the beautiful desirable woman.. but his sister.
When news reached the King, he flew into a rage.. but the Prince soothed him. Claiming my mother to be a witch.. a Dark Jedi. It is amusing. My father had no idea what she was, but he was right about it nonetheless.
The King wanted to believe, and so he did. My mother was banished for practicing the dark arts. He had no proof, but he needed none. Once news spread across the planet, the people were quick to jump on and express their outrage and anger. My mother was Royalty, and thus above execution.. at least by their hands. Instead she was banished to Dxun. The Demon Planet.
The taint of Dxun left behind by Freedon Nadd never truly left. Even after visits by other dark lords such as Exar Kun, the power of the darkness remained. My mother fed off it like a starving dog gleefully tearing into the flowing energies. She was a.. embarrassment now that I look back, but she raised me. Taught me the full power of the dark side, but her thirst for vengeance and misbegotten thoughts of her birthright caused her to turn her dream to me. I would be the architect of her vengeance. Every night she would sing to me a lullaby to remind me of my duty. Even now I have it on audio to listen to when sleep troubles me.
Every day of my childhood was training and survival. My mother believed herself to highborn to hunt anymore now that her instrument was old enough, so at the age of 10, I was hunting deep in the jungles of Dxun. I learned to survive, to understand that death can come upon me at any moment that in order to survive, I had to be as harsh as the Jungles I lived in. My life was routine, truly, very little changed as every day was a fight for survival with only my mother as company.. as my teacher.. as.. everything. She was all I knew. She spoke often of the galaxy and how many people were in there. She taught me to read, what history she knew, what swordsmanship she had learned as a queen, and I took it all in.
At the time I thought she was teaching me because she loved me. I word I did not fully understand. She would say how precious I was, how much she loved me, but I was foolish. It was not me she loved, but what I would bring her. It was the world I was raised in.
On my eighteenth birthday, I was given my test. I was to enter Freedon Nadds tomb, and find whatever I could. My mother feared entering, she was a coward who believed she had to live in order to become Queen, but I did as I was told, for I was a good son.
The tomb was.. daunting. A great black tomb in the middle of dense jungle. I doubt anyone else would find it as impressive as I had, but it was the first true building I had ever seen. Me and my mother lived in a small house built high into the trees to escape the larger predators.. but compared to that small shack.. this was.. mind boggling. Preparing myself, I entered the dark tomb.
The dark side was so very strong in that tomb strengthened by the sith lords that had walked upon the earth and the countless lives that had been lost on its hallowed ground. Although for all its wonder.. the temple was empty and void of life. I had thought I would face great challenges. Those droid things my mother told me about, other Sith, Soldiers.. anything, but all I felt was nothingness.
As I wandered the tomb, I found the great burial chamber.. and knew my goal had been found, but when I stepped forth into the tomb, I was caught by the darkside. It was trying to overpower me and use me as a vessel. To take control of my body.. I had never experienced anything like it, but after what seemed like an eternity of agony, I managed to get a hold of myself.. and throw off the corruption. My reward: A Orange Lightsaber. I had no idea how to use one, but nonetheless. I had become a true Sith.
I tried to teach myself the ways of the lightsaber, but all I managed to do was slice my arm open, and nearly off, but I had passed my test.. Mother was.. so pleased for it was time for her vengeance. It was time for my journey to Onderon.
The self-righteous man believed himself to be so important to gain attention from the Jedi themselves.. but I used it to my advantage. My father.. oh how I had waited.. my mothers words continued to ring in my ears. I had to take the throne, I had to make him suffer, and suffer he did. His lovely wife Guinevere, and now that I see my fellow Sith women, I understand she was not quite as beautiful as I thought, but I had never seen many women.. and she was by far the prettiest of those I had. Yes, she would be the thing he tore away from his dear father.
How simple it was. His fathers most trusted guard: Lancelot was in love with her. Even I, who had no real contact with others, could see that, but my father was blind. Manipulations.. and patience is what it took. Sending flowers to one.. and letters to another, I slowly drew them together against their better judgements.
We met on the training grounds as rain descend from the heavens.. it was a good time for at the moment even the Gods were watching my soon to be triumph. Blades clashed as water pattered.. Lancelot was a powerful opponent for a man not touched by the force, but eventually he fell before my blade.. in killing him, I had also doomed the lovely Guinevere to death by beheading.. treachery was punished oh so delightfully hard after my mothers banishment.
I bid my time for awhile. Let the shame and sadness tear and my fathers heart.. and then I brought my Mother home.
Oh the look on his face as she entered, to this day I am still not sure where she acquired the cat, but with every step the throne room darkened.. it knew, that its true Mistress had returned. My fool of a father finally rose to his feet meaning to order her to be thrown out or worse, but I cut him off slicing through the back of his knees with my blade.. letting him sink to his knees, but that was not good enough.
Upon the stairs he was still able to look down upon my mother, and so I kicked him hard in the back sending him spiraling down the stairs listening with relish as he grunted and screamed in pain.. Yes.. it was rapture. The only feeling that surpassed that was the look of pride my mother gave me.. I had spent my entire life trying to make her proud.. and I achieved it in one glorious stroke.
My Mother drew her blade and stuck it deep into the breast of the my father, her brother, the traitor.. King Arthur died at the base of his own thrown as his blood spilled out on the marble floor. Glorious. My mother advanced up the stairs with all the true pride of royalty, the guards bowing as I had spent two years corrupting them... earning their love.. and devotion. My mothers dreams had come true. She had become Queen!... for a time.
News traveled fast. That a Jedi Knight had killed the King of Onderon and had placed a Dark Jedi on the throne. For obvious reasons, the Jedi could not ignore such a thing.. and so they sent one Jedi Master to discover the truth.
The Jedi.. was a monster. He decimated the guards, broke through the security.. and made it to the throne room the same day he had arrived.. His lightsaber in hand he approached the throne room.. I remember how I tried to defend my mother, my queen.. but he easily defeated me and flicked me away without a second glance.
The Jedi demanded my mothers immediate surrender.. Oh.. how she resisted. It had taken her all of her life.. 20 years to obtain the throne.. She would not step down.. Casting lightning at the Jedi.. she was cut down. My purpose.. My reason for existence.. was ended in a single stroke. What I had spent my entire life to obtain had been taken away in a matter of hours.
For the first time. I knew fear, so I fled, but where could I go? I was a Sith.. but then I remembered. Long ago, my mother had told me of the return of the Sith.. and so I traveled for the first time in my life.. to the Empire.
I trained. My force abilities are far beyond that of normal Sith my age, but my lightsaber technique was laughable. I had no technique, and so the Lords spent their time training me in the use of the lightsaber.. for I would return to Onderon some day. Once the galaxy knew Sith Rule. Onderon would be mine.
Personality
My.. you wish to know more about how I think? I am very flattered.. I have a problem obeying men. My entire life, men have been my target.. that said I had only close contact with one person in my entire life: My mother. I am better around women. I flirt, as I learned to do in the Court of Onderon, but to those that are stronger then me.. or remind me of my mother, I am obedient to. It is most likely caused by psychological trauma and the need for my mothers approval, but it is a part of who I am.
I am confident in my abilities, perhaps overconfident. I look down upon many of the other sith as I am obviously superior then they. I know that I am handsome.. and I will use it to get what I desire.. I know my armor is intimidating, and I use that to get what I desire. I.. am persistent. When I desire something, I acquire it for it is mine.. it simply does not know it yet.
I.. hunger for compliments and signs of approval. I need them.. I feed on them like an animal. Another give left for me, no doubt, by my dear Mother. If my ego is stroked, I will quickly like the man or woman who does so..
Strengths and Weaknesses
As a Sith it would be foolish to say.. but I feel I have no choice. My strengths are vast. I am a more then adept force user, my ability to command the force is great and vast. Lightning crackles at my fingertips, the ground trembles at my approach, even the GODS know my name!
I am.. loyal. My entire life I have been raised as a weapon. A tool... however, I am loyal only to females I found. Perhaps it is due to my mother, but under a stronger female Sith.. I find I am helpless at resisting them or their orders, this, I believe, qualifies as a weakness, but it would have been strange for me to simply leave it as loyal and then explain in depth later.
I am.. very fit. Having spent the majority of my life training, hunting, and surviving in the jungles of Dxun, I am far better then my peers. My endurance is greater, my strength... is roughly the same, but my agility and abililty to sneak and stalk are second to none.
My weaknesses.. I have little skill with the lightsaber. With a blade I am skilled, but a lightsaber is not like a blade.. it takes a different level of finesse that I have only just begun to understand. I use a basic form of Ataru using my agility to my advantage should I be so unlucky to have to engage with a lightsaber. In time, I will fix this mistake.
I... Well.. I have no skill with technology whatsoever. I cannot slice, or even use a computer, I cannot fly a star ship, I can not make repairs to robotic things.. and I even have trouble using Holocrons and Datapads.
Roleplays:
Darkness Falls
Leading the Legions
Meeting of Blade and Mind
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