Vilox Pazela

[Vazela]

Vilox Pazela​

Vilox Pazela was born on the cold and windy planet of Almania, found in the Mortex Sector. Sat in the orbit of a bright star, Almania served as the gravity well for three moons: Pydyr, Auyemesh and Drewwa. Whilst the latter two of the moons served little significance, it was the first moon- Pydyr- which held all the influence and power above the others, as it served as the only known place for the rare and expensive Seafah jewels. It was precisely because of this- alongside their extensive droid workface- that set the native Pydyrian race above the Humans that lived on the planet below. As such, whilst the Almanian's below lived in squalor, the benevolent alien race above lived in harmony, and were protected by their extraordinary wealth.

In 6903 BBY, in the aftermath of the legendary incident at Ilum, Vilox was finally freed from the shackles of poverty and impoverishment to learn the ways of the Force at the feet of the true masters of the dark side: the Sith. This freedom came at a cost, however. On the night before he left the capital city of Stonia, the love of his life- Mia- died in circumstances only known to the man who was leaving to learn the ways of the dark side. With a backdrop of a gale force storm, and whispers of a murder, Vilox turned his sights upon the Stars...

CHARACTERISTICS​

SPECIES:
Human.

HEIGHT:
5''9.

BUILD:
Large, stocky.

EYE COLOR:
Sulphuric yellow.

ALIGNMENT:
Pure Evil.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:
Always has his hands in his pockets, and almost always hooded.

BIOGRAPHY​

I was born on a world called Almania, in a corner of a galaxy that has only known suffering and decay. Whilst the Pydyrian's above us sat in their seat of power, untested and enjoying the splendour of their unfathomable wealth, we were down here among nothing. We had no money, so we had no food. Not even in the annuals of our history could we say that we had a rich one. Even the tales of worlds beyond our meagre existence, as far as Coruscant, reached our ears, and yet we all knew that they hadn't heard of us. All we have been, and all we ever will be fated to be, is to existence in squalor that we cannot escape. Our only hope- our salvation- is that one day one of us will be taken to Pydyr, to enter service to the aliens there, to live in servitude, yes, but at least not in the despair that was our life beforehand. This is why Mother's cry out and wish for their babies to be taken, full well knowing what awaited them if they were to grow up in the streets of Stonia.

Every day is a tax on our strength, and will. Since the age of four I walked side by side with my Mother into the forest to hunt Thernbee or to carry home water. I have never known my Father, like many of the other children here, and I don't think I ever will. It is only now in this latter age, where I am finally free to walk the stars, that I realise what my Mother was. Blinded by youthful ignorance I revered her for being the only person who cared and loved me- until Mia, that is- but now as a young man I see her for the whore that she was, and I do not miss her. I do not miss much, save for a particular person not with me today. Despite the poverty that has held my homeworld and it's people in a state of decay for seemingly all time, there were fleeting moments where I found myself enjoying life.

Often, when I was not with my Mother, I would climb up the old Je'har Towers found on the outskirts of the city with the other children. It was a place to hide, to play, and to do the things that only children do at such an age. But there was a particular game that I was good at. You see, all the buildings on Almania are in states of disrepair, but the Je'har Towers in particular are literally one bad storm away from being completely toppled over. Such is the state of the tower that there have been stories of people having their legs and arms broken by fallen debris made by a particularly stronger gust of wind than usual, and even a death or two from those who dared climb up the stone steps. But I was not like the other children. Correction: we were not like other children; and so whilst the others played down below, gawping at our seemingly impossible feat, myself and Mia would sit together until the sun begun to set daily to admire a bleak city skyline, daydreaming of what it was like on the sandy paradise of Pydyr.

You have no idea how much I miss her. When my mind is not occupied by work, or study, I find myself staring into nothing, thoughts consumed during those days where we had sat on that dingy, broken tower that was so reflective of what Almania truly was. Sometimes I feel her hand still interlocked in mine. I can feel her lips pressed against me. I can smell the scent of her musk as we embraced each other. I can remember how her voice sounded as she told tales- made up by a child like imagination- of what it would be like to live up there where the Pydyrians stayed. The stories always sounded so good, and I'd be so happy sometimes that even coming home, to find Mother's friends there with her, could not break my smile.

Then she died, on the night before we were set to escape that poverty. Me and Mia, the only ones who could climb the towers, were going to do one better and climb out of the hell that was Almania. Away from the dirty streets, from the impoverished, poor and often cruel, to be freed by the power of the Force. It was precisely this that set us apart from the others: the Force could set us free. But now I am alone. At least, that is how I feel. Unrelenting, ruthless, aggressive loneliness that has installed a sense of nihilism I didn't think possible until I lost her. I'm so empty without you, and how I long for you to still be here by my side. How I long to see you again...

Her...

Her...

Her...

 

[Raydo]