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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 13:42:43 GMT -8
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 15:38:16 GMT -8
   ]|[Official Name]|[
Darth Tacitus, Kainan Wolfe
The Ghost of Kalidan
- Birth name unknown -
]|[Titles]|[
Autarch of New Selentia
Dark Lord
Dictator, Tyrant
Murderer
]|[Homeworld]|[
- Unknown -
]|[Occupation | Job | Profession]|[
::Previously::
Sith Upstart, Raider, Usurper
::Currently::
Warlord, Autarch of the Kalidani
]|[The Forgotten]|[
Tacitus is the founder and leader of the extremist organization political movement known as The Forgotten, a reclusive and enigmatic organization on a crusade to tear down the corrupt systems of democracy and imperialism and replace them with Darwinistic military dictatorships, plunging the galaxy into a state of eternal, never-ending war. They specialize in brutal military takeovers and the overthrowing of governments, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake in their quest to not only establish a new homeworld for themselves, but to remake the galaxy in their image.
]|[Force Sensitivity]|[
Yes | Sith Lord
]|[Faction | Allegiance]|[
Unknown  
 ]|[Species]|[
Monster
Human | Sithspawn (Presumed)
]|[Age]|[
Unknown
]|[Gender]|[
Male
]|[Height]|[
184 Centimeters | 6'03"
]|[Weight]|[
95 Kg | 209 lbs
]|[Eye Color]|[
Molten Gold
]|[Hair Color]|[
Metallic Silver | White
]|[Build]|[
Rugged, broad-shouldered frame, soldierly build of corded muscle toned from heavy use ]|[Appearance and Temperament]|[Darth Tacitus is a 1.84 meters tall human male with metallic-looking, silver hair which flows down to his shoulders and cat-like, slitted eyes that are tinted gold by Darkside corruption and which seem to glow with an inner light. Warped by a Sith ritual that saved his life, his hands end in sharp, vicious talons that can tear a man apart. Constant exercise and a lifetime spent on some of the galaxy's most horrible battlefields, have kept him in a good physical shape. He has numerous scars who's origins are unknown, most notable of which is the one running down the left side of his face, over his eyebrow.
Cold and calculated, he follows a lifestyle of strict discipline and self-control, every action and gesture carefully planned, every word weighed and considered, he is a closed man with many secrets and who rarely, if ever, loses his temper. A workaholic, he spends almost all of his time developing some plot or scheme or strategy to bring his enemies to their knees and subjugate them to his unshakeable, iron will.
And beneath it all lies a tired man, a man with the weight of millions on his shoulders, an old gladiator with a warped and twisted sense of honor and an altruistic drive to make the galaxy a better place, one atrocity at a time. A jaded, disillusioned warrior who long ago lost his faith in such naive concepts as peace, compassion and hope and who believes that blood alone moves the wheels of history.
A man willing to spill as much blood as needed to move those wheels to where he wants them to be. Afterall, some evils are necessary. A military man, Darth Tacitus will most often be seen wearing a military uniform, which he grooms meticulously so as to be immaculate. Additionally, a recognizable feature of his wardrobe, is the barbaric-looking winter cloak that he wears, with fur padding around the shoulders and fastened together by a pair of heavy leather belts. In his off-duty hours, he prefers simple and practical clothing, plain and old-fashioned and free of embellishment. |
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 18:09:02 GMT -8
 ]|[Strengths]|[Calculated and Disciplined: An experienced military commander, Kainan understands the value of discipline and patience. Only a novice rushes in blindly, enraged and without a plan, while the master sits back, calculates and strategizes. He is a believer and practitioner of the maxim "if one does not control himself, then he will be controlled by others" and takes great care to avoid being caught off guard and without a plan.
Iron-Willed and Decisive: Where others would back down or hesitate, Kainan will persevere and often push through and overcome the challenges ahead of him through sheer willpower, alone. Relentless and determined to see things through, some may describe him as fanatical, ruthless and utterly lacking compassion. He would counter that by pointing out that "he who hesitates, is lost."
Duty, Above All Else: Loyal to his people and driven by a sense of strict duty, he places his responsibilities above all things and dedicates his every waking hour to fulfilling his duties as a leader, to advancing the interests of his people and their cause. It is up to him to make the hard decisions and to live with their consequences and no sacrifice is too great in the line of duty. And for those few that he holds dear, he would move mountains and burn entire worlds to the ground.
Mastermind: Kainan understands the value of secrecy, subtlety and a well-crafted plan that his enemies can not see until it is too late. He will hatch complex, far-reaching schemes and spread his influence in the shadows, his true goals and motives hidden while he lets the world see only the side of him that he wants them to see. He forgives nothing, leaves no betrayal unavenged, allows no rival to stand in his way, his cunning matched by his ruthlessness and relentlessness.
Inhuman Biology: Whatever dark ritual or experiment left his appearance twisted and monstrous, has also granted him senses and reflexes that are far above those of the average human. His slitted, feline eyes give him the ability to see in the dark, enabling him to navigate by night almost as well as by day. His reflexes are faster and honed to a high degree of precision by long years of practice and use and the unnatural talons on the tips of his fingers, can tear a man apart. ]|[Weaknesses]|[
All Work and No Play: A workaholic, Kainan shuns the company of others and engrosses himself in his work. Working takes his mind off of one's regrets, but also longings, desires, hopes and dreams. A military mastermind and well-read man, he can describe to you every battle since the founding of the Old Republic and can devise a plan to gain victory against the most dire odds, but he wouldn't know what a hobby is even if it hit him in the face. This leaves him disconnected and isolated from society, with few friends and about as adept at fitting in at a social gathering, as a fish is at flying a starfighter.
Struggle is the Father of All Things: Throughout his life, he has known hardship and challenge and little else. Thrown headlong into the worst crucibles of the galaxy and forged on the anvil of cruelty, enslavement and pain, he is a jaded man who has long ago given up any hopes and dreams. He sees himself as a necessary evil, a man fit for this role because he has nothing left to lose and relegates himself to this path, pushing everyone and everything else away and is thus oblivious to opportunities which might change his outlook on the world.
Pride and Prejudice: Forged on the anvil of hardship, a self-taught and self-made man from nothing, he dismisses any perspectives that contradict his own. He looks down on that which he perceives as weakness, on softness and compassion, on pleasure and joy, which he sees as the naive impulses of a sheltered mind. Rejecting any beliefs with even an ounce of optimism or positivity, he firmly believes that his path is the only path that works and often treats those who believe the contrary, as beneath him.
Sith Abomination Scarred and Twisted: The ritual that granted him his eyes, his talons, the silver hair and his supernatural reflexes, exacts a heavy price. He lives with the constant pain and cold of the Darkside as his companions and in his few hours of sleep each night, dreadful nightmares haunt his mind. His palms are scarred from all the times he accidentally cuts himself with his own talons, making even the most banal of tasks a painful endeavor and he could never hold a loved one without those talons inflicting upon them a toll of pain and blood.
I am my Scars: Having lived a life of constant violence, betrayal and pain, Kainan bears the scars both inside and out. Desensitized to violence and pain, those things are all that he expects from life and all that he gives back in return. Although driven by a desire to make the galaxy a better place, his moral compass is warped and twisted and as such, he sees no other way to do good, than through acts of evil. Murder, torture and war are, in his eyes, completely normal and justifiable means with which to achieve his goals. |
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 19:01:06 GMT -8
 Hope, Safety and Freedom are all privileges and few are fortunate enough to experience them.
For everyone else, there is only the struggle.
The cold, hard truth that no one wants to admit, is that no one has the right to anything.
In this universe, everything has to be earned.
Those are the lessons which I have come to understand. They are the things which I have come to rely on, to make sense of a cruel, senseless galaxy. There is no hope to be had, there are no heroes to save any of us, only the strong and the weak and not enough bones to feed everyone. Life is a cruel game with rounds of elimination, where the only prize is the opportunity to keep playing.
Those more fortunate often delude themselves into thinking that we could all somehow come together and live in peace. But the truth is that we can not. Hope, freedom and safety are but illusions, lies we tell ourselves to excuse our complacency. Because it is easier to hope for a better future and turn a blind eye to the galaxy's wrongs, than it is to stand up and do something about it. Given the option to choose, the majority of us will procrastinate and shirk the long and difficult path of duty and responsibility and happily look away and pretend not to notice that the world is falling apart around us. Afterall, we tell ourselves, surely someone will save the day. But not all of us are afforded the luxury of hiding from the truth.
Where I come from, they did not give us names. We weren't expected to live long enough to need them.
They gave us numbers.
Our world was a kennel and occasionally, a blood-soaked pit of sand surrounded by duracrete walls beneath three rows of seating. And in this world, you lived if you killed, or you died on the sands to the sounds of applause, while the other desperate kid got to go on another day, eat another bowl of scraps, endure another whipping and sleep on the cold floor of a cage, all so he could do it all over again the day afterwards.
Why, you may ask. Why would anyone be subjected to such cruelty. Was it for some grand design to make the galaxy better? Was it some necessary sacrifice to save the many at the expense of the few? No. We killed and died for entertainment. All so that a bunch of Sith, crime lords and corrupt politicians could enjoy themselves for a few hours and line their pockets with the ill-gotten credits of gambling and blood sport.
We were Gladiators. Slaves.
Property.
And those who were supposed to protect us, to stand for our rights and freedoms? The ones who pull the strings of society, who sit at the top of the food chain in their gilded palaces of gold and silver? They were the ones making it all happen. That is how I learned that in the real world, no one is coming to rescue you. And those people preaching hope and peace and love? They were the same ones who paid to watch a group of starving children murder eachother.
This galaxy is broken. Corrupt. Rotten to the bone. The Jedi have failed, democracy has failed, imperialism has failed, all the corrupt, complacent groups and orders and labels that people invoke as the things that are supposed to save them, have failed and civilization has slid closer and closer to the abyss. For too long, its denizens have shirked their duties and responsibilities to society. Because they were given the freedom to do so.
The galaxy is broken. It requires correction. And it is time someone did what is necessary to correct it. And freedom, peace and hope? Those great lies often invoked as excuses for complacency, laziness and weakness? It is time they are taken away.
From now on, taking responsibility and doing one's duty, will no longer be optional.
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 19:39:14 GMT -8
   ::Work In Progress:: ]|[The Fifth Column]|[In the waning days of the Republic, there was a Sith cult which sought to overthrow the corrupt establishment and the institutions which supported it.Outlaws, extremists and vigilantes, they operated on the fringes of society, striking from the shadows and using terror and chaos to further their goals. Held together by their hatred for the society which failed them, they committed a string of violent assassinations and attempted to dismantle an underground slaver ring with connections to the Galactic Senate, the Hutt Cartels and Zygerria.
Eventually, they were betrayed and cornered by the crooked arm of the law. Some were captured. Most were killed. Kainan was one of the few who escaped, a survivor of a massacre not deemed notable enough to even be recorded in the archives of the galaxy.]|[Members]|[
::Work In Progress::  Whisper
Rescued by Darth Tacitus from the clutches of a criminal gang which used him in illegal animal fighting, Whisper is a Loth Wolf with dark brown fur broken up by numerous patches of scarred skin and gold-tinted eyes that are the result of the unnatural, Darkside rituals used by the Sith Lord to heal his broken body.
Whisper is an unusually quiet creature, which typically keeps to the shadows and avoids contact with anyone except Darth Tacitus and his immediate family. Highly intelligent like all the members of his species, he can sometimes show remarkable displays of empathy, which contrast starkly with the savagery that this Darkside-tainted creature is capable of.
Fiercely loyal, Whisper will defend his master and his family to the death, showing a complete disregard of his own survival, if his master is ever endangered. With the exception of Darth Tacitus and a handful of others, he reacts extremely violently to anyone's touch and does not like receiving attention, an exception from this being children, especially orphans, towards whom the creature is surprisingly gentle. |
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Post by Kainan Wolfe on Apr 21, 2022 19:39:29 GMT -8
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