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Pyrx Reyta / Darth Crudelis
Umbaran
Member of the Rootai ruling class / Sith Lord
Background
The Reyta family of Umbara had held its position as a member of the Rootai for the past two hundred years. Pyrx’s upbring had been like every member before him, but seeing as his father had been killed he’d been raised strictly on the influence of his mother and closest family. His force sensitivity though was hid, considering his mother's disdain of the Republic. No son of her’s would be turned into some pompous Jedi. Though wasn’t necessarily raised by his mother since she had to help rule their people, so in her stead a tutor was was brought in to raise and educate the young Pyrx since nobility was taught by only the most peerless of educators. So in turn an outworlder, a Bith under an assumed named that much was known upon the first meeting. However being a product of their society, Pyrx’s mother let him teach her son as long as the job was done properly and without question
This mysterious Bith though wasn’t all that he seemed though, while he had that mysterious appeal it didn’t take the young Pyrx to understand the true nature of his so called teacher. Even despite being a younger being. Revealing himself to be a Sith. It surprised and delighted Pyrx, a way to thirst his unquenching thirst of power. He didn’t care about his mentor’s former life, only the ways of the Sith. His teachings went hand in hand. While studying mathematics, in secret he was being taught how to wield a lightsaber.
As the years past and Pyrx grew into an adult Umbaran, his lessons were coming to an end or at least to his way of thinking. He also grew tired of being in the shadow of his mother, he wanted his family's extensive gas and mineral mining operations. Planting the seeds for his ascension starting with his mother, who he flung from a balcony. Calling it suicide, which no one questioned but talked about it in secret away from his ears. His mentor, this unnamed Bith Sith. He killed in his sleep out of convenience and as an outsider his death wasn’t as troublesome.
Taking control of his family's assets and his mother position on the council he began to bore of his life on the top. Even if he was seizing other family’s holdings, bolstering his wealth in the process. He wasn’t content though even though Pyrx had wealth, power and the dark side of the force backing his actions. Turning his ambitions inward to the council, playing the others for fools. Pitting other council nobles against one another to make his ascension that much sweet. He was going to be the king of Umbara one way or another. As he schemed and plotted, Pyrx also acted as an ambassador to the New Republic. As a token of good will since his people had allied back behind the Empire in the past.
As the years passed he grew a bit worried, not with his takeover of Umbara but his knowledge of the Sith would pass away from existence. He needed a pupil to care on the legacy of the Sith. To carry on the legacy of Sith on. Not because of their history but lineage and tradition, he wanted to some teach and bring down the damned Republic once for all. Sending the both the Jedi and the Empire remnants back to oblivion.
Force Sensitive
Equipment
Lightsaber (Red)
Skills
Skilled Diplomat
Ultraviolet Vision
Cunning Intuition
Ability to influence(Lesser Minds)
Form VII Vaapad Double Sided Saber Combat
Character Personality
LIke all Umbaran’s Pyrx was baptized in secrecy, manipulation and misdirection. This is considered an understatement though since his depths of these elements reach deeper than most. His lustful desire for power isn’t sated by the norms of his own society, but being a king or emperor of Umbara sounded very appealing. However maneuvering around fellow Umbaran’s is difficult as the senators of the Republic know all too well since their reinduction to the senate. Anyone who has plotted against him as met out with ends that would be considered vulgar even by his own races standards, but to show for this cruelty no one has dared tried to usurp him. On the flip coin though Pyrx rewards unwavering loyalty with a generosity of a king. Calm and composed he isn’t one to act rashly, but when his anger stirs there is nothing but revenge that can sate that thirst.
Character Alignment
Dark Side
Description/Picture
Pyrx is gaunt but by no means unhealthy. He is actually quite tall and strong for his species. In accordance to his own species he is in suburp health but to others mostly humans he has the appearance of the horseman death, partially because of milk white skin and sunken pale blue eyes. Pyrx has been bald for as long as he could remember, but in unison with is rounded chin his head is in an egg shaped fashion. Clasped in a shadowcloak, much like the rest of his kin. Hiding the slim digits of his fingers to the slimness of his physical being. Beneath his shadowcloak lay rich interplanetary clothing to highlight his elevated status to all species alike.
Sample Post
Pyrx grew weary of the Rootai meetings. The constant squabbling and arguing between members, even several death threats. However no such threat would be taken seriously between the ruling of their species. Regardless of the constant bore of these meetings, the other members were all going along with his unspoken desires. The more the Rootai fought amongst themselves, the quicker his ascendance would be. Slowly nurturing his revolution threw the misdirection and manipulation of the others.
“Pyrx, you remain silent during most of our meetings. What do you have to say about the current circumstances.” An elder Sylx Nastri of the council spoke, coming threw the few remaining strands of milk white hair. He knew that here was something about Pyrx that didn’t sit right. He was no man to act rashly though, his wisdom threw ages would judge Pyrx silently.
” I think about a great many things. Such as the Republic still looking down upon us, despite submitting to their authority. How we are constantly bickering between each other, flinging death threats as if they were a child’s toy. What I believe is a different matter.” While he spoke the truth, it was also laced with his desire. Much more subtle than what his kin was used to, but it had made them curious on what the notable Pyrx Reyta had up his sleeve.
“Do tell.” Sylx pressed Pyrx for an answer.
” We cannot get things done as we once have. What we need is a….king. Pyrx pursed his lips, analyzing the atmosphere before he continued to speak. ”An ill thought to many of you I’m sure, but you all can recognize the need for such a figure. Quelling our needs since all we do is snap and snarl at one another. We would decide by a vote of course to ensure fairness to whoever is elected. But these are just my thoughts of course.
“We shall vote on the matter to decide a king at another time Pyrx, though I doubt anyone here would want that. I do agree we need to settle our differences though in a more ‘civilized’ manner.” Sylx spoke from experience and knowing the Umbaran race never would choose a solitary leader. There hadn’t been an Umbaran king in the past five thousand years and it would be likely to change anytime soon. Something about Pyrx disturbed him though, disturbed him enough to believe it could very well happen and cause the greatest calamity they’d ever known.
Pyrx nodding in agreement clasping his skeletal like fingers around his richly embroidered cup. Letting the old foolish Sylx speak his part but knew ultimately in the end he’d have the last laugh. Since little did he know that Pyrx held most of the Rootai in the palm his hand, using the force to manipulate the others to his way of thinking, even if they didn’t notice it themselves. Moving them much like the human game of chess. The time was nigh, but holding back the blade. Only to savor the savor the taste of victory at its finest.
Pyrx Reyta / Darth Crudelis
Umbaran
Member of the Rootai ruling class / Sith Lord
Background
The Reyta family of Umbara had held its position as a member of the Rootai for the past two hundred years. Pyrx’s upbring had been like every member before him, but seeing as his father had been killed he’d been raised strictly on the influence of his mother and closest family. His force sensitivity though was hid, considering his mother's disdain of the Republic. No son of her’s would be turned into some pompous Jedi. Though wasn’t necessarily raised by his mother since she had to help rule their people, so in her stead a tutor was was brought in to raise and educate the young Pyrx since nobility was taught by only the most peerless of educators. So in turn an outworlder, a Bith under an assumed named that much was known upon the first meeting. However being a product of their society, Pyrx’s mother let him teach her son as long as the job was done properly and without question
This mysterious Bith though wasn’t all that he seemed though, while he had that mysterious appeal it didn’t take the young Pyrx to understand the true nature of his so called teacher. Even despite being a younger being. Revealing himself to be a Sith. It surprised and delighted Pyrx, a way to thirst his unquenching thirst of power. He didn’t care about his mentor’s former life, only the ways of the Sith. His teachings went hand in hand. While studying mathematics, in secret he was being taught how to wield a lightsaber.
As the years past and Pyrx grew into an adult Umbaran, his lessons were coming to an end or at least to his way of thinking. He also grew tired of being in the shadow of his mother, he wanted his family's extensive gas and mineral mining operations. Planting the seeds for his ascension starting with his mother, who he flung from a balcony. Calling it suicide, which no one questioned but talked about it in secret away from his ears. His mentor, this unnamed Bith Sith. He killed in his sleep out of convenience and as an outsider his death wasn’t as troublesome.
Taking control of his family's assets and his mother position on the council he began to bore of his life on the top. Even if he was seizing other family’s holdings, bolstering his wealth in the process. He wasn’t content though even though Pyrx had wealth, power and the dark side of the force backing his actions. Turning his ambitions inward to the council, playing the others for fools. Pitting other council nobles against one another to make his ascension that much sweet. He was going to be the king of Umbara one way or another. As he schemed and plotted, Pyrx also acted as an ambassador to the New Republic. As a token of good will since his people had allied back behind the Empire in the past.
As the years passed he grew a bit worried, not with his takeover of Umbara but his knowledge of the Sith would pass away from existence. He needed a pupil to care on the legacy of the Sith. To carry on the legacy of Sith on. Not because of their history but lineage and tradition, he wanted to some teach and bring down the damned Republic once for all. Sending the both the Jedi and the Empire remnants back to oblivion.
Force Sensitive
Equipment
Lightsaber (Red)
Skills
Skilled Diplomat
Ultraviolet Vision
Cunning Intuition
Ability to influence(Lesser Minds)
Form VII Vaapad Double Sided Saber Combat
Character Personality
LIke all Umbaran’s Pyrx was baptized in secrecy, manipulation and misdirection. This is considered an understatement though since his depths of these elements reach deeper than most. His lustful desire for power isn’t sated by the norms of his own society, but being a king or emperor of Umbara sounded very appealing. However maneuvering around fellow Umbaran’s is difficult as the senators of the Republic know all too well since their reinduction to the senate. Anyone who has plotted against him as met out with ends that would be considered vulgar even by his own races standards, but to show for this cruelty no one has dared tried to usurp him. On the flip coin though Pyrx rewards unwavering loyalty with a generosity of a king. Calm and composed he isn’t one to act rashly, but when his anger stirs there is nothing but revenge that can sate that thirst.
Character Alignment
Dark Side
Description/Picture
Pyrx is gaunt but by no means unhealthy. He is actually quite tall and strong for his species. In accordance to his own species he is in suburp health but to others mostly humans he has the appearance of the horseman death, partially because of milk white skin and sunken pale blue eyes. Pyrx has been bald for as long as he could remember, but in unison with is rounded chin his head is in an egg shaped fashion. Clasped in a shadowcloak, much like the rest of his kin. Hiding the slim digits of his fingers to the slimness of his physical being. Beneath his shadowcloak lay rich interplanetary clothing to highlight his elevated status to all species alike.
Sample Post
Pyrx grew weary of the Rootai meetings. The constant squabbling and arguing between members, even several death threats. However no such threat would be taken seriously between the ruling of their species. Regardless of the constant bore of these meetings, the other members were all going along with his unspoken desires. The more the Rootai fought amongst themselves, the quicker his ascendance would be. Slowly nurturing his revolution threw the misdirection and manipulation of the others.
“Pyrx, you remain silent during most of our meetings. What do you have to say about the current circumstances.” An elder Sylx Nastri of the council spoke, coming threw the few remaining strands of milk white hair. He knew that here was something about Pyrx that didn’t sit right. He was no man to act rashly though, his wisdom threw ages would judge Pyrx silently.
” I think about a great many things. Such as the Republic still looking down upon us, despite submitting to their authority. How we are constantly bickering between each other, flinging death threats as if they were a child’s toy. What I believe is a different matter.” While he spoke the truth, it was also laced with his desire. Much more subtle than what his kin was used to, but it had made them curious on what the notable Pyrx Reyta had up his sleeve.
“Do tell.” Sylx pressed Pyrx for an answer.
” We cannot get things done as we once have. What we need is a….king. Pyrx pursed his lips, analyzing the atmosphere before he continued to speak. ”An ill thought to many of you I’m sure, but you all can recognize the need for such a figure. Quelling our needs since all we do is snap and snarl at one another. We would decide by a vote of course to ensure fairness to whoever is elected. But these are just my thoughts of course.
“We shall vote on the matter to decide a king at another time Pyrx, though I doubt anyone here would want that. I do agree we need to settle our differences though in a more ‘civilized’ manner.” Sylx spoke from experience and knowing the Umbaran race never would choose a solitary leader. There hadn’t been an Umbaran king in the past five thousand years and it would be likely to change anytime soon. Something about Pyrx disturbed him though, disturbed him enough to believe it could very well happen and cause the greatest calamity they’d ever known.
Pyrx nodding in agreement clasping his skeletal like fingers around his richly embroidered cup. Letting the old foolish Sylx speak his part but knew ultimately in the end he’d have the last laugh. Since little did he know that Pyrx held most of the Rootai in the palm his hand, using the force to manipulate the others to his way of thinking, even if they didn’t notice it themselves. Moving them much like the human game of chess. The time was nigh, but holding back the blade. Only to savor the savor the taste of victory at its finest.