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NOBRAGA
AGE
► 29
SPECIES ► THISSPIASIAN
HEIGHT ►5’0”/7’1” coiled/moving
WEIGHT ► 310 LBS
EYE COLOR ► ORANGE
HAIR COLOR ► WHITE
HOMEWORLD ► THISSPIAS
GENDER ► MALE
FACTION ► OLD EMPIRE
RANK ► SITH ACOLYTE
FORCE SENSITIVITY ► YES
BIOGRAPHY
A Forgotten Prince
Born Nobraga, sixth prince of the Blood Monarch, 11th in line for the throne of Thisspias, the young thisspiasian grew up used to being the last name on a long list and the quickly dismissed scion of a fiercely competitive family. Expected to live up to the celebrity status of his line, like his siblings Nobraga looked for some way to stand out. Where others took up the sciences, philanthropic work, or politics to earn their spotlights, Nobraga chose the path of battle. Taking up the honored warrior traditions of his species, the young prince trained himself to fight with spear, sword, and even the archaic bow and arrow. However, he found his true talent lay with the two handed mace, the catharsis of swinging the weighted weapon and watching his enemies fall back before him appealing to his repressed, emotional young mind.
A Royal Champion
“To be a prince is to be an ideal.” Growing in in thisspiasian culture, Nobraga grew used to keeping his emotions concealed, the same as any of his outwardly sedate yet inwardly passionate species. As a prince, he was further expected to bring honor to the figurehead bloodline he’d had the fortune to be born into. So, when he came of age, Nobraga entered into combat contests all over the planet. He struggled and fought against up-and-coming talents and seasoned veterans, and his performance was...middling. For a prince of Thisspias, middling was disgraceful. He threw himself into the art of combat, desperate for some kind of edge, slowly letting his emotions crack his genteel mask the more his frustration and rage swelled. And suddenly, Nobraga started to win. The turnaround was dramatic after that, and soon the news corps, fellow competitors, and his own family proclaimed his star was on the rise. Nobraga finally had the respect he wanted.
And then his hair turned white, and his eyes turned orange.
Confused by the sudden change, doctors were called in to diagnose Nobraga’s sudden aging. While theories were bandied about and the rumor mill churned, no concrete explanation was offered. Then, an imperial diplomat from the Old Empire visited Thisspias and offered his own explanation. Nobraga had been using the dark side. He explained that in Nobraga’s impotent anger, the prince had drawn on the Force using his emotions, channeling the dark side through his resentment and ambition to turn himself into a fiercer combatant. The consequence of using such a power untrained and so often was the corruption of his body, including the premature whitening of his hair and the coloration of his eyes.
Nobraga’s life crashed down around him. Suddenly he wasn’t an honorable warrior. He was a cheating Force-user who’d paid the price for his “edge” with his body.
A Disgraced Warrior
Nobraga collapsed into depression. As the news corps picked up the story, word of his “cheating” spread, and his accolades and awards were retracted one by one. The Sith diplomat who’d brought the truth to light stayed on in the palace, but didn’t speak with Nobraga. In truth, Nobraga hardly spoke to anyone. His family encouraged his withdrawal, anxious to hurry the scandal along and keep the young prince from causing any more embarrassment. Nobraga avoided social functions, isolated himself from his parents and siblings, and more and more spent his time training. He resolved to avoid using the dark side, but he found it harder than he expected to cut himself off from the source of his unwitting power. It had become so easy to use. Push a little here, ignore a bit of pain there, he found his restraint slipping more and more often, and he realized his control wasn’t improving but getting worse. Once awakened, he couldn’t suppress this ability. This only made him angrier, which in turn exasperated the problem. His training took on an obsessive quality. He put off his meditation sessions, his eating, and his sleeping, and his demeanor grew more hostile with every day. The staff avoided him whenever possible, and the royal family kept people away from the prince so no one would see his emotional outbursts.
Disaster struck during a state dinner even Nobraga was required to attend. A member of parliament subtly commented on the outdated nature of the monarchy and the warrior traditions of the thisspiasians, a brazen jab at his hosts. Nobraga, hearing in the old thisspiasian’s words the whispered barbs he’d heard behind his back and in his own fevered mind, snapped. With a bellow of insane rage, Nobraga overturned the massive dining table, sending the still living hor d'oeuvres scurrying around the room and pinning the derisive politician under the heavy wood. As the suddenly terrified man struggled to free himself, Nobraga slithered over the upturned table, wrapped his tail around the man’s neck and chest, and squeezed the life out of him. The autopsy after the incident found three fractures in the victim’s spine.
Horrified, the royal family called to have Nobraga taken away. Before the guards could lay a hand on prince, the sith diplomat called for a halt. He offered, in a way that made it clear the royal family had no choice, to take Nobraga back with him, to be trained as a Sith. Even in Nobraga’s enraged state, he saw the diplomat’s checkmate fall into place. The man had deliberately let Nobraga’s disgrace become public knowledge, and watched as he wallowed and turned bitter against his family. He’d been waiting for an explosion like this. Now, not only did he get a new recruit, but he could show up the Blood Monarch in front of the most powerful people on the planet. This was a message. The Sith ruled here.
Nobraga saw no way out, and realized he didn’t want a way out. A Sith was a person of power, and they could teach him the control he lacked. What did he have here, in his home? A family that despised him? A people that reviled him?
In that feast hall, Nobraga renounced his royal bloodline and his tenuous claim on the title of Blood Monarch. He was a prince no longer. He was a Sith.
A Sith Berserker
On Korriban, Nobraga learned to control his abilities. Taking pride in the accomplishments in the ring that he’d been labeled a cheater for, Nobraga avoided traditional lightsaber combat, instead preferring to use a cortosis weave two-handed mace and his powerful tail. Finding the more arcane uses of the Force not to his liking, he only learned the basics and redoubled his focus on the way of the warrior. He learned to channel his anger and let it swell to insane proportions, turning him into a brutish monster as the Dark Side flowed through him.
He also regained the control he’d lost. Instead of repressing his feelings, Nobraga accepted them, and used a combination of thisspiasian meditation and Sith meditation to attain the tranquil poise his species was known for, contrasting wildly with the blood hungry madness he displayed on the battlefield.
Now, he seeks more power as his ambition grows again, and lives for the joy of breaking the weak under his strength.
PERSONALITY
Outside of combat, Nobraga’s aristocratic roots shine through. Arrogance tinges his words, but he remains polite, erudite, and calm even in stressful situations. This is a veneer, and his emotions roil beneath the surface.
Nobraga respects strength, and loves combat to a fault. The chance to test his strength against others and experience victory over and over again drives most of decisions, turning him into a glorified beatstick for the Old Empire. His training extended to military command, and classical education has helped him in arenas where brute force isn’t an option, including tactics. Even so, Nobraga’s faults are potent. His pride/insecurity pushes him accept challenges and show off his power even when it’s not beneficial to him, and more than once he’s been put down by his betters when he bites off more than he can chew. His arrogance leads him to underestimate those who appear weak, to his own detriment, and his extreme emotions can get the better of him when he’s pushed too far, to the detriment of everyone. His preference for primitive weaponry is another example of his pride, as the victory is all the sweeter if he destroys his enemy with a weapon that’s been outdated for a few thousand years.
Nobraga is an enforcer through and through, and so long as the rebels and the Imperial Republica continue to provide reasons for him to fight, the exile prince will gladly take up arms.
POWERS AND ABILITIES
Nobraga has only managed the most basic of the telekinetic Force skills, and his knowledge of the other more arcane arts are academic at best. Instead, he has focused on utilizing the Force to boost his own physical prowess, coupling it with raw emotion to push him to new heights. He’s an expert in the thisspiasian style of fighting, and wields his lightsaber with hard-won skill, though he can switch to more archaic weapons when necessary. He occasionally uses his telekinesis or a rage powered Force scream when he has no options left.
Outside of combat, Nobraga is an educated nobleman, trained in the basics of piloting, galactic history, and the sciences. His training in diplomacy and etiquette are more extensive, but since becoming a Sith he tends to use fear instead of deals, maintaining the thinnest illusion of civility.
GEAR
- Red Lightsaber
- Recurve Bow, keeps quiver of 30 arrows
- Sith Enforcer Heavy Armor (No Helmet/Cape/Leggings)
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