"Run if you want. You're just delaying your eventual death. Your horrendous... gruesome... painful... death. I will find you. And then I will have what is mine."
I was once a member of a wealthy family on Katarr. Early in my life, I had everything I ever wanted. Servants tended to my every need, my parents pampered me with every sort of luxury, and I would often participate in complicated war-games with my brothers. Life was good then. For a good deal of my childhood, I had lived in this manner. It was not until I was about sixteen that my life went to hell. My two older brothers, Uriel and Azrael, were only my stepbrothers, and they hated my mother - my father's current wife - with a passion that I will never understand. My father was ailing as I approached adulthood, and he contracted several diseases that forced him into a bed-ridden state. It was horrible. My role-model and guide was turned into a decrepit, wizened old man nearly overnight. My brothers knew that my father was going to die, but they were not patient enough to accept their inheritance - which was vast - upon his death. Instead, they pitched a battle against my father and his house, eager to kill the old man and obtain what they thought was rightfully theirs.
Although I survived the impending slaughter, I had been forced into exile by my foolish brothers. I loathe them and hate them to this day, although they are now twenty years dead. There's an old adage that goes 'speak no ill of the dead'. I cannot say I agree. In either case, my brothers sent me from Katarr and told me that they would play a game - a challenge - against me, like they did in my youth. They would hunt me, and I would hunt them. Across the galaxy in its entirety. The only exception was, that we could not directly kill one another, and it must be done through a third-party. It was a ridiculous restriction, and certainly not one they chose to abide by. Therefore, it was so much sweeter when I played by their rules and still claimed their heads.
I was poor and weak, and I had no friends outside of the servants and aides of my father who had either perished or chosen to serve my brothers. Even my uncle, who had taught me to fight, betrayed me, and I was forced to kill him in a duel outside of my father's estate. Nevertheless, I traveled to Coruscant, Corellia, Kuat, and then to Alsakan, where my destiny was altered - whether for good or ill, I cannot say. On Alsakan I met a man known as Venator Furtificus, a scoundrel and criminal of some renown. He took me under his wing and I served in his criminal organization, The Skeleton Guard, I believe it was called. During that time, I developed a liking for the Alsakan Union, and I was eventually trained and served as an officer under its vicar and generals. I had no hatred for the Galactic Republic, however, and I certainly did not believe in the Union's ridiculous and irrational goddess. A bounty hunter I had hired through the guild killed Azrael during my time with Venator, and Uriel hid himself to avoid my wrath. However, I was destined to kill him, and I eventually tracked him down to Alderaan, where I hired assassins to kill him while he was dining with guests from the royal family. My victory was sweet, and I was assured that I could claim my inheritance - my birthright - without further hindrance.
After both of my brothers had been felled, I took my leave of Venator and his Raider's Coalition. I had enjoyed my time serving under him and his compatriots, but I knew that my fate was elsewhere. Returning to Katarr, I declared that House Vaern was mine. Some tried to oppose me. Can you believe that they dared to suggest that I was a traitor? A murder? A villain? Me? No, I used the skills I had acquired during my time wandering the galaxy - assassination, extortion, torture - to silence those who refused to submit to my rule. My father's house was mine, at long last, along with all of its wealth and power. Obtaining vast amounts of credits, I began to buy hundreds upon hundreds of acres of land all over the Miraluka colony. I used this land to construct brothels, gladiator arenas, cantinas, and other locales to be used by the dark scum of the galaxy's hierarchical ladder. I even used some of my vast sum of credits to construct an industrial center, known as Vaern Shipyards, to provide aid and extra spacefaring vessels to those who requested it.
I had rebuilt House Vaern from the ground, and it had become the strongest of Katarr's seven noble houses in the process. I began to exploit my power to fulfill my carnal desires. What else could I do? I had everything else I wanted. I built vast statues of gold, silver, and other fine jewels. I wallowed in my fame, using it to earn followers - zealots, even - and used them for criminal activity. I abused my power, sending innocents to death and purchasing hundreds of slaves into domestic service or into my harems. I thrived on the pain I caused. To myself and to others. It made me happy. It gave me a purpose.
Sometime - I don't quite recall when; I believe it was about four years ago - thereafter, I was ousted from my position as the strongest Miraluka of Katarr when the remaining royal houses united against me and forcefully expelled me from my seat of power. I will always remember the faces and the emblems of those who mocked me. Of those who insulted me. They dismantled my execution blocks, razed my underworld buildings, and freed my slaves. Then, to add insult to injury, they banished me - me! - from Katarr. They gave me nothing more than fourteen thousand credits, a starfighter, and a bag of clothes before they shipped me offworld. Damn them.
Eventually, I found myself back on Alsakan. It was once such a beautiful place, the capital city of Xenvaer. I had nearly forgotten just how majestic it had looked after nearly twenty years away from it. Now, though, it had been obliterated by the Republic, razed and destroyed by its fleets. Muttering one last requiem for a past long gone, I made my way to Coruscant. An exiled man in the galactic capital. How quaint. Upon my arrival, I purchased a seedy apartment to reside in, bought essentials and some technology to aid me in my business, and went about organizing my revenge. I would return to Katarr. And I would kill every single being that dared to plot against me. And I will relish every scream they make as I put them to death.
I am Remiel Vaern. This is my story.
Past RPs:
Planning a Rescue
A Skeleton in the Closet
Bones of Glass (Training of Remiel Vaern)
The Weirdo (Training of Siv Cyn)
I Left it on Heart Break Ridge... (Mathius' Training)
Immigration
Rescue and Release
The Desert Hunt
A Scoundrel's Coalition?
Current RPs:
While the City Sleeps
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