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Name: Oberon Malo
Species: Twi'lek (half-human, but this is only apparent in DNA analysis (records have been falsified, however, to appear as if he is pure Twi'lek - he would have to be tested anew to discover the truth))
Age: 20
Sex/Gender: Male
Class/Spec: Sith Warrior - Juggernaut (Immortal)
Force Alignment: Conflicted neutrality - may go either direction and it may take some work before he settles, though his support network will likely encourage him lightwards.
Primary Light Motivations: Protecting loved ones and other abuse victims, avoiding conflict, honor, doesn't want to become like his parents
Primary Dark Motivations: Avoiding conflict/fear, anger, vengeance, honor (when it leads to an otherwise avoidable death)
History: The illegitimate child of a Sith named Jennal Malo with a mercenary she had hired to assist her on a year-long assignment. The mercenary was discreetly killed (or sent to his death, rather), and records forged to look as if Jennal and her husband - with whom she had been unable to have any children - had adopted his infant son. She suspected he would inherit her Force-sensitivity and she was absolutely right.
Just one problem: he was a calm, peaceful child by nature, and while this made his earliest years more bearable, by the age of eight it became clear that his natural path was not one of a proper Sith, and he would not survive conventional training. The Malos decided to change that, and the easiest way to instill anger and hatred in a child? Young Oberon's life became a waking nightmare.
Warning for child abuse below
Parents that had been lax - new to parenting and still caught up in Sith politics - suddenly became harsh, overbearing. The slightest misstep - and sometimes things only painted as one - were met with violence or neglect. Memories of his happier, earlier life drifted away until they felt like dreams, and he still questions whether or not he ever truly was allowed to be himself. But part of him did not forget, and always, even as he sought to appease them to make the pain stop, a part of him rebelled against internalizing it completely. He was adopted, he told himself, they weren't his real parents.
The pain did not stop. They crippled him - a brutal Force pull on one of his lekku damaged the part of his brain in its base, and he lost the ability to control one of his feet. Not willing to beg them for help, he turned to the Force, himself, until he could move his own foot in a natural enough gait it could pass unnoticed unless one watched closely. If they ever saw, they did not say anything. They scarred him - when it came time to bleed his first kyber crystal, he was unable to. He could not channel all his anger and hatred and fear into it because its resistance felt too much like pain, and the thought of causing pain to something that could not defend itself struck too close to home. His father punched him, without removing his armored glove. He bears the scar to this day. He was adopted, he told himself. Maybe someday he would find a real relative.
After that failure, they gave up on training him at home. He was sent off, but did not find freedom among his fellow Sith-in-training. He was closed off, kept his shields up, because he had been led to believe, cut off from the rest of the galaxy as he'd been, that his parents were nice compared to everyone else, and he would surely die at the hands of the immeasurably cruel away from them. He thought he was being sent off to die. They kept in contact, too, monitoring his progress as well as they could, a constant presence in his life. He was adopted, he told himself. Maybe distance and power would make them less real.
And then, a break - when he was to be sent back to Dromund Kaas, he overheard in the background of a holocall with his father that his mother was hiring a spy to erase some secret of hers. He managed to "conveniently" miss a flight- enduring a scathing criticism from his mother - in order to arrive in time to stow away on his ship, a quick Force persuasion to tell him not to remember his boarding. He would follow and kill the spy, and protect his mother's secret, and maybe then- maybe then, he would be free.
Except the secret involved the circumstances of his birth. He wasn't adopted. His one most constant defense crumbled beneath him. He wondered if he should still kill him.
The spy - a Chiss named Natirru - answered for him, when he noticed his Force-assisted gait and offered to arrange for surgical correction, with no indication he expected anything in return. And then he offered his apartment as shelter. There was no deception - neither to natural intuition nor Force-sensitivity. His parents had lied, too, it seemed, about there being no true kindness in the world, and after learning Jennal was his real mother after all, was open to taking his nurturing kindness as truth.
He found a friend, and it saved him.
Reference Images: TBA
Species: Twi'lek (half-human, but this is only apparent in DNA analysis (records have been falsified, however, to appear as if he is pure Twi'lek - he would have to be tested anew to discover the truth))
Age: 20
Sex/Gender: Male
Class/Spec: Sith Warrior - Juggernaut (Immortal)
Force Alignment: Conflicted neutrality - may go either direction and it may take some work before he settles, though his support network will likely encourage him lightwards.
Primary Light Motivations: Protecting loved ones and other abuse victims, avoiding conflict, honor, doesn't want to become like his parents
Primary Dark Motivations: Avoiding conflict/fear, anger, vengeance, honor (when it leads to an otherwise avoidable death)
History: The illegitimate child of a Sith named Jennal Malo with a mercenary she had hired to assist her on a year-long assignment. The mercenary was discreetly killed (or sent to his death, rather), and records forged to look as if Jennal and her husband - with whom she had been unable to have any children - had adopted his infant son. She suspected he would inherit her Force-sensitivity and she was absolutely right.
Just one problem: he was a calm, peaceful child by nature, and while this made his earliest years more bearable, by the age of eight it became clear that his natural path was not one of a proper Sith, and he would not survive conventional training. The Malos decided to change that, and the easiest way to instill anger and hatred in a child? Young Oberon's life became a waking nightmare.
Warning for child abuse below
Parents that had been lax - new to parenting and still caught up in Sith politics - suddenly became harsh, overbearing. The slightest misstep - and sometimes things only painted as one - were met with violence or neglect. Memories of his happier, earlier life drifted away until they felt like dreams, and he still questions whether or not he ever truly was allowed to be himself. But part of him did not forget, and always, even as he sought to appease them to make the pain stop, a part of him rebelled against internalizing it completely. He was adopted, he told himself, they weren't his real parents.
The pain did not stop. They crippled him - a brutal Force pull on one of his lekku damaged the part of his brain in its base, and he lost the ability to control one of his feet. Not willing to beg them for help, he turned to the Force, himself, until he could move his own foot in a natural enough gait it could pass unnoticed unless one watched closely. If they ever saw, they did not say anything. They scarred him - when it came time to bleed his first kyber crystal, he was unable to. He could not channel all his anger and hatred and fear into it because its resistance felt too much like pain, and the thought of causing pain to something that could not defend itself struck too close to home. His father punched him, without removing his armored glove. He bears the scar to this day. He was adopted, he told himself. Maybe someday he would find a real relative.
After that failure, they gave up on training him at home. He was sent off, but did not find freedom among his fellow Sith-in-training. He was closed off, kept his shields up, because he had been led to believe, cut off from the rest of the galaxy as he'd been, that his parents were nice compared to everyone else, and he would surely die at the hands of the immeasurably cruel away from them. He thought he was being sent off to die. They kept in contact, too, monitoring his progress as well as they could, a constant presence in his life. He was adopted, he told himself. Maybe distance and power would make them less real.
And then, a break - when he was to be sent back to Dromund Kaas, he overheard in the background of a holocall with his father that his mother was hiring a spy to erase some secret of hers. He managed to "conveniently" miss a flight- enduring a scathing criticism from his mother - in order to arrive in time to stow away on his ship, a quick Force persuasion to tell him not to remember his boarding. He would follow and kill the spy, and protect his mother's secret, and maybe then- maybe then, he would be free.
Except the secret involved the circumstances of his birth. He wasn't adopted. His one most constant defense crumbled beneath him. He wondered if he should still kill him.
The spy - a Chiss named Natirru - answered for him, when he noticed his Force-assisted gait and offered to arrange for surgical correction, with no indication he expected anything in return. And then he offered his apartment as shelter. There was no deception - neither to natural intuition nor Force-sensitivity. His parents had lied, too, it seemed, about there being no true kindness in the world, and after learning Jennal was his real mother after all, was open to taking his nurturing kindness as truth.
He found a friend, and it saved him.
Reference Images: TBA