Slars Nnthryk

[Kaane]

Slars Nnthryk

Big thanks to @Outlander for doctoring the original image
Theme by Neil Cicierega
Battle Theme by Aerosmith
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Savage, yet intelligent
Stubborn, yet open-minded
Brutal, yet magnanimous
Grounded, yet visionary
The modern Trandoshan,
in barbaric ages.
- From the anthology Modern Man, by Trandoshan poet and philosopher of aesthetics, Knass Vlosh
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Species: Trandoshan (Saurian subspecies)
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 235
Force Sensitive: Most emphatically not
Eyes: Black, yellow irises when pupils contract in response to threats, reptillian.
Scale color: Brownish green
Faction: GALAF
Rank: Public Relations Officer (Commander)

Appearance: Slars’ body is lightly toned and he takes great pains to groom himself well, affording him some measure of good looks despite his bestial face and clawed appendages (though he will at times wear gloves, when he desires to show the more presentable side of himself). However, most of himself is often locked down under expensive suits, tunics, and robes. As he varies his wardrobe per the occasion, the only thing that remains the same is his fondness for ascots, wearing one, usually blood red, tied around his neck. If the potential for combat is imminent, or situations arise where he’s required to look threatening, he’ll wear an open-carry pistol holster at his side.

Personality:

There have been a lot of armchair theorists sitting around contemplating about the nature of the universe, in natural response to the conflicts of principle and practice embodied in the military stalemate that defines our galaxy. This discussion is perfectly fine, it is necessary to come to the revolutionary conclusions that define our social evolution as a collective of living beings. But though I may write like them to better enunciate my ideas with specificity, in truth I am extraordinarily sick of them. These individuals believe that somehow by merely talking about issues within their lives, problems can be solved.

The truth is, a problem as ingrained and devastatingly dangerous as the usage of the Force cannot be combated by idleness. It must be tackled head on, with the full power of the oppressed. We do not need godlike stewards to monitor and control our every move, whether with extreme measures of autocracy as the Sith are wont to enforce, or with the history of quiet inaction and unnecessary moral limitations imposed by the shadow government of the Jedi to keep the denizens of their little territory in check.

Though there is much to discuss, and, of course, much to explain concerning my view of the Jedi, as so many people incorrectly view them as heroes and saviors, I can begin with the greatest evidence of the fruit of this cynical outlook: myself. Having relieved myself from depending upon others to save myself, I live in tempered luxury despite my situation. I go on hunting trips with friends in exotic locales when time and funding permits. My flat on Trandosha is stocked with the finest liqeurs and fabrics. The enterprise I have been working to build all my life is finally coming to fruition. To put it carefully, carnal gratification comes to me with ease. And I am still as true to myself as I was the day I was born.

I have been able to accept myself and my desires, primal and cultured, without letting them out of control. My Trandoshan heritage has melded seamlessly with the temptations and amenities of the modern era. And without the curse of the Force, nor the curse of depending on those who toil under its burden, I have freed myself, and allowed myself to live as each and every one of us truly deserve. As you deserve. All thanks to my renunciation of this ancient religion and its primitive dogma, as some of us have already done. I merely ask that this personal renunciation be taken to a galactic level. It needs to be, for true peace, inward and outward, to reign once more. No government sponsored by super-sentients will ever create it; we must take our destiny into our own hands.

Some may call my challenge to all Force-wielders to willingly abdicate their power insane and unfounded in reality, due to the ever-present threat of the Sith. I call it simply being principled, and providing a solution for the vast majority of the galaxy subdued by its unyielding yoke.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are allowing a microorganism with a sophisticated self-defense mechanism to rape us of our dignity. We, grand lifeforms who have mastered the galaxy itself. Please. I beg of you. Allow me to show you all a way out of this utterly ridiculous state of affairs.

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An excerpt from Why the Force Must Die: An Appeal to Self-Liberation by Slars Nnthryk.

History: Knowledge about Slars’ history before he burst onto the public scene with his provocative analyses of the history and current affairs of the galaxy is closely guarded, to say the least. He has never lied about it, but has only let a few trusted associates come even close to knowing his full story. Even his name, an abbreviated form of a Dosh expression translating loosely to “Politics makes for strange bedfellows” is likely fake, but no one knows for sure.

What is known is that at 19 years old, he attended the University of Trandosha and double majored in Galactic History and Political Science, receiving a graduate degree in the latter with a thesis on the Jedi’s influence on the now defunct Old Republic. He was mired in a scandal involving sexual assault as a part of the fraternity he belonged to during his senior year, but in the end, only one member of the frat was found to be guilty, and the young man escaped career-ending consequences.

Slars told numerous interviewers that after receiving his PhD at age 27, he worked as a journalist for an underground Holonet news source based somewhere in the Outer Rim called The Daily Bantha Fodder. It espoused anarchical values and frequently attacked mainstream outlets like Czerka during its short lifetime, but had enough diehard subscribers to pay its bills. People seeking to defame his reputation uncovered that while Slars’ story was true, he left out that a few months after he got hired, he was arrested for a barroom brawl on Excarga. The Rodian he was arguing with was hospitalized for a week, and the errant Trandoshan was fined thousands of credits and jailed. The three years he spent with the DBF were found to be peppered with numerous lesser incidents on multiple planets in the Outer Rim, but due to the sentiments of his employers, he was never canned. And due to the sentiments of his current followers, the attacks never gained much ground and were shoved to the side over time.

A few days after his 30th birthday, the Old Republic had fully collapsed. The angry anti-bureaucratic message of the DBF had nowhere to go and the business failed due to improper management strategy. Slars then left for new vistas, taking the lessons of his bosses’ mistakes with him.

At 31, Slars’ philosophical treatise and call to action, Why the Force Must Die, came out of seemingly nowhere, as a reaction to the new Jedi government being established. It hit the political scene to intense criticism from conservative and liberal forces alike, but acquired a cult following among the disillusioned galactic proletariat. Over the years it slowly grew, to the point where his work’s influence, and that of those that followed, began to be recognized by the political forces at large. He was invited to universities in free space, the territory of Mandalore, and the edges of the Jedi’s domain, to give talks on his radical philosophy. Using his clout and growing funds, he built a small news organization named Galactic Liberation Network, catering to Anti-Forcist, as his philosphy has been jokingly called, sections of the working class and small business owners. The budding entrepreneur used it mainly to host livestream videos of colorful, yet educated, opinions on the galaxy at large, supplemented by a small group of journalists and Holonet experts to market his viewpoint throughout the world. He has made a pretty penny doing so, which he has applied to other avenues.

He also became an advocate for Trandoshan independence from the Mandalorian dominion when Sector P-9, which contained the Trandoshan star system, was annexed. While he has gone on record saying he admires the Mandalorian culture, he condemns their current neutrality and is fervently aware that the Sith were the driving force that put them in power. He considers the Mandalorian nation itself savable, but in desperate need of serious changes to their foreign policy, and a more democratic domestic policy to ensure planetary freedoms are maintained in the face of a powerful central government. Until his demands are met, he will likely never change his antagonistic stance.

True to his philosophy of holding the ends in greater regards than the means, he has begun to dabble in the realm of illegality (though his detractors claim he has been doing so since his youth, citing a Trandoshan college graduate’s ability to form a news network out of thin air as highly suspect). Though he is only in the beginning stages, he means to build a miniature empire that will grow to challenge the powers that be, and slowly but surely exterminate/control the midichlorian lifeform, for the benefit of sentients everywhere.

At the moment, Slars is still doing tours, writing, and expanding his network, keeping his political work closely intertwined with earning his daily bread, whilst living in a penthouse in Trandosha’s capital.

Assets:
- Personal Scuttler-class yacht to chauffeur him across the galaxy named Naszril. A combination of the ship’s AI and a personal droid pilots it for him.
- A collection of blaster rifles, pistols, and other weapons. Due to his hunting pastime, he is a pretty good shot.

• A state of the art 88RS Stalker Hunting Rifle named Amelia, with a radioactivity sensor attachment built in for Slars' convenience, to compliment its tracking feature.
• Two DX-38 pistols, concealed or open carry depending on the situation.
• A CZ-RO1 blaster rifle. Mainly used to blow up explosive targets at gun ranges for his personal amusement, and for self-defense in heated situations.
• An M83 HEPM launcher and ammunition he acquired during his days working for the Daily Bantha Fodder, likely from one of his extremist bosses. He proudly displays it on social media, despite it being potentially linked to a property damage scandal in the Outer Rim.
• A pair of shockboxing gloves.
• A one-handed electroblade in the shape of a simple shortsword he purchased for self-defense from the Jedi and Sith he preaches against, as he is fully convinced either or both of them will attempt to take his life one day. However, he probably couldn't hold his own in lightsaber combat with a Force-user for more than a few seconds, due to his lack of training. Image

- An agile speeder bike, made specifically to navigate forests. Often used on his hunting trips, and kept stored in his yacht.
- A blasterproof vest concealable under his clothing, able to take a single full-on shot from a pistol or anti-personnel rifle. He wears it during talks and in potentially unfriendly territory, paranoid of assassins lurking about.
- Galactic Liberation News Media, Inc. A small but growing news network known for fearmongering and demonizing Force-users, staffed with a few dozen employees, based on two floors of a small office building in an arboreal corporate park outside Trandosha's small capital.
- His home, a tactfully decorated and well-stocked penthouse in Trandosha’s capital.

 

[Kaane]

Reserved

Also if someone looks at this, I literally can't see the territory map due to the wifi i'm using. I have no idea whether or not Trandosha is controlled by one faction or another, so if someone can tell me who owns it I'd be grateful.

 

[Dark child]

It is not listed on the map, but it's coordinates are P-9 which means the Mandos have control.

A trandoshan journalist and activist conspiring against authority, my oh my. Probably still more honest and warm blooded than the politicians here on Earth.

 

[Kaane]

Ah ty. Changing some aspects of his history accordingly.

 

[Logan]

It makes my heart happy that you're back, friend.

 

[Kaane]

<3

 

[Darasuum]

should have him work for DBN lol.