Character Name
"To surrender to the Dark Side is the same as succumbing to the Light. The act of a fool."
-Lord Nostos
Birth Name • Clarent Latt
Sith Name • Nostos
Race • Human.
Birthplace • Onderon.
Age • 30.
Gender • male
Sexuality • hetero
Faction • Sith
Concept • Rank 3 - Sith Lord of Mysteries / Philosopher. A Seeker of Truth in all it's aspects, he seeks wisdom long buried in the ruins of the past, for he believes they are the key to the future.
Languages • Basic, Ancient Sith, Dathomirian,
Assets • Monitor-class Cruiser ‘
Arbitrary Solipsism’, a personal black-hilted lightsaber with a crimson blade, an ornate curved lightsaber with a crimson blade, resources as available to a Sith Lord.
Source • (Credit goes to Sharon (Shasha) Wong Sui Yin)
Height & Weight • 6’0 / 160 lbs
Overall Looks • Lord Nostos is, first and foremost, a presence. He walks unhurried, steps calm and sure where others would run in fear. He speaks with surety and certainty, where others would balk. His clothes are simple and streamlined, yet sewn and constructed with the finest quality weaves and the most exacting care. His wardrobe averts the typical ostentatious, style of the Sith and instead prefers a more utilitarian look. His face rarely emotes, scars crossing the right side of his face that he refuses to have removed.
His speech is measured and precise, choosing his words with deliberate care. To his superiors they are calm and considered, showing willing subservience without showing deliberate weakness. To his equals the subservience vanishes, and he explains his thoughts with confidence, caring not what they think or what they believe. To his lessers he speaks the same as though he spoke with equals, but with a tinge of authority and certainty that brooked no disobedience. In command he is swift and unyielding, focusing upon the destruction of his enemies. When in more philosophical conversations, his voice becomes more considered, even pleasant, as though enjoying the intellectual exercise with those that can match him.
He is wiry and muscled, an athletic frame capable of both dexterous jumps and twirls as well as more physically demanding strikes and furious blows. His body is riddled with scars, most from his youth, the remnants of failures and mistakes he refuses to have removed. While such mastery of the body is not his immediate focus per se, Clarent despises weakness, and so has forged both body and mind into a worthy weapon.
Delving into the mysteries of the force has had an indelible effect upon Nostos's body. Once green eyes are now red with malice, a handsome and dashing body has begun to sustain premature signs of aging while his raven black hair has begun to whiten as the eumelanin in his hair dies from the influence of the dark side. Nostos has no opinion over this change in his body, conceding it as the price to pay for knowledge.
Personality Profile
Lord Nostos's primary and overwhelming priority is the search for truth. He believes, firmly and without doubt, that within the mysteries of the Force there lies an immutable truth, and to see it requires a mastery over both light and dark. His experiences as a child mutates this belief, the hidden secrets buried between both Onderon and Dantooine hinting at forgotten secrets of both the light and the dark. These secrets lead him to that knowledge lost in the Jedi Civil War, especially that of the near mythical Sith Triumvirate. He is aware that their presence was felt somehow on both Onderon and Dantooine, but is uncertain of specifics.
The Sith Code requires one to surrender to the Dark Side, to allow one’s emotions and impulses to feed into the Force, but Lord Nostos's behavior seems almost counter to this. He is seen as one with a supreme control over his emotions, deliberate and purposeful. He rules over his emotions and impulses with an iron hand, a fact that lends to his danger. He is a believer in hierarchy, his experiences in Onderon and Dantooine instilling in him a deep rooted desire for order, and is unafraid to kill to achieve it.
He is a philosopher, one that enjoys talking about and debating the finer points of the Force with another. In deeper discussions with the man, one learns of a fierce and deep seated individualism that rejects all notion of subservience to the Force. He views the Force as a matter of study, a philosophy to be utilized and understood and does not see it in the pseudo-religious tones of other Force practitioners.
He is a surgeon, one the enjoys the thrill of performance and the defeat of his opponents in detail. For all the theorems and philosophies he spouts, watching the man in combat shows a ferocity wrapped in elegance. He is a Master of Makashi, elegant grace with brutal force, and even in his youth was unafraid to test his mettle against the best of them. He has not gained a new scar in many years.
He is a Sith Lord, one that by definition leads and terrifies in equal measure. His presence on the battlefield is like that of a black star, draining hope and joy from his opponents and leaving only terror in his wake. The Sith troops he commands, should he deign to command, follow with the reverence and certainty of those that know they follow victory.
He is Clarent Latt, a man that has buried his past, who has forgotten his name, but not that of his father, his mother, his sister and his brother. He keeps tabs on them still, ensuring lethal assaults would not harm his father, redirecting naval groups to avoid the death of his mother. In times past he has eliminated those that posed a threat to his brother, and he has bribed the Hutts into letting his sister go. They are the one weakness he allows himself, even if they knew he had survived Dantooine, they would hate him. He does not mind.
Background
Father • Gael Latt, 56, Republic Colonel
Mother • Sera Latt , 59, Republic Captain
Siblings • Seskel Latt, 20, Jedi Padawan
Kalynn Latt, 24, Smuggler
Other Important Connections • Jedi Master Marcado, 57, - Former Master
Lady Eyrie Navaro, 43, Sith Lord - Former master and current corpse.
Camille Nivix, 27 comrade, close friend and aide.
5-AM0rAI, personal floating eye droid.
Overall History • Before the JediOnderon and it’s moon were ever steeped in the dark side of the force. While centuries distant from the powers that despoiled it, the land and it’s people remained forever altered by the depravity of King Ommin and Freedon Nadd. Those people that choose to stay here a hardier people, a stronger people, and it is here that Clarent Latt was born, first born son to two republic lieutenants.
Clarent was unusual even as a child. Where other children played in the streets with their little games and foolishness, he was drawn to the animals. With their base intelligence and the influence of the dark side, the animals were generally aggressive, an aggression that grew only worse whenever Dxun’s orbit brought it unusually close to the planet’s atmosphere.
He lived for those days. He understood these creatures, how brutality was everything to them, how they maintained order by strength and viciousness. Clarent observed that, in a way, the sentients he surrounded himself with were much the same, though they obscured their actions behind other motives. No one, it seemed to him, wanted to be seen as an animal.
His parents were not often around due to their duties, and when left with whatever caretaker, Clarent would find himself staring up at the moon in wonder. It was a black void in space to his eyes, the call of something deep and unnerving, and where other children would block it off and close their eyes from the menace, the young boy sought to look ever deeper.
Perhaps as a result of the dark side miasma leaking from Dxun, perhaps as a consequence of restructurings policies within the Order or perhaps as simple as a child’s instinctual desire to protect himself. Ultimately the reason doesn’t matter, and by the time the Jedi had arrived on Onderon the baby had turned into a boy.
His parents sought to keep him, remarking that he was too old, that he was of no use to them, that he was their son. Clarent appreciated that, that his parents fought for him, a memory he would take with him, and endeavored to stay long enough to see his younger brother born. He looked upon the child, curious, wondering, before turning to the Jedi and allowing his capture.
When he left the planet’s atmosphere, Clarent stared out into the void. Leaving one’s life, all that one had ever known, would be hard for any soul, never mind a child. The Jedi thought the boy missed his family and so left him be, never noticing the jungle moon’s orbit gently sailing between the two.
Time in the SunWhere Onderon was filled with boiling life and had been for millennia, the miasma of the dark side a shroud over everything, Dantooine was different. The world had been bombarded in the Jedi Civil War, an act of great violence as the Jedi of the Old Order were sundered from their temple. And yet for all that violence, and for all the death that had occurred, Dantooine shined with light.
Clarent was entranced and intrigued. The boy had known only savagery and the rule of force for much of his early life, and to see a place so different from which he was born intrigued him. He was a difficult student at first, wild and rowdy, but in due time the strictures and structures of the Jedi civilized even him.
He was found to be a curious boy, a finding at odds with the ferocity he had displayed before. Clarent was curious about the way the Force functioned, how a place so stricken with death remained bright in the Force, and how a place so filled with life as Dxun and Onderon could be so dark in it. His masters noted his dangerous curiosity in the dark side, but noted that it stemmed from a pursuit of knowledge than lust for power, and so started him on the path of a Jedi Consular.
He spent several years training in this position and it is in the buried remains of a long gone war that Clarent first learns of the Jedi Civil War. He learned of Revan, of Malak, of the Mandalorian Wars and all the past that had come and gone. He grows curious at this, and his research into the past is coupled with missions taken with other padawans and the mentorship of Jedi Knight Marcado.
Clarent's relationship with Marcado was a healthy one. The padawan recognized Marcado’s superiority in power and knowledge, and sought to learn the lore and knowledge he possessed. Marcado for his part, recognized Clarent's ability, but grew concerned over his research into the worst era of recorded Jedi History.
Nonetheless things were proceeding well, even with the dark cloud of the future on the horizon. Clarent was growing in knowledge, progressing well into his training as a Consular. His focus on the relics of the past rather than contemplative meditation on the Force was of no great concern, as it was perceived that such interests could be bent to the betterment of the Order. Things were progressing well, for Clarent to turn into a wonderful Consular.
DuskThe Sith invasion of Dantooine was as brutal as it was effective and despite resistance from the Jedi within the Temple, it fell nonetheless. As befitting his growth into a Jedi Consular, he was tasked with the evacuation of the Temple and it’s stores of knowledge, a task Clarent set about dutifully.
During this process, he and the rest of his padawans were interrupted in their task by a Sith. Recognizing there would be no escape for them, Clarent delayed the Sith even as he ordered the rest of the documents and artifacts burned to deny it to the Sith. In the brief duel that follows, Clarent was defeated, and while portions of the information was recovered, much was lost.
This display of strategic thinking impressed the Sith Eeyrie Navaro more than the actual display of combat, and so she captured Clarent intending to torture and break the padawan that had spited her. In the weeks and months that followed, the boy would be tortured, and while the edges of himself were frayed, there was an iron core within the boy that would not yield or break. Impressed by this, she gave Clarent a boon, the choice of anything he wanted. The boy would answer her that he only sought knowledge, and that if this was the path to it then so be it. Further impressed, she brought Clarent into the Sith Order, promising that so long as he would serve, he would live.
Molded by DarknessThroughout the war, Clarent Latt spent his time studying the tomes of lore available to him. It became immediately clear that his mistress was concerned with the more esoteric mysteries of the Force, and so he rarely spent much time at the forefront of the war. Instead, he was sent far and wide, to ancient tombs and forgotten battlefields, to search for secret mysteries and places of power. Yet Clarent’s mistress was a cruel one, and such places were dangerous, lethal, affairs.
It was here that Clarent came across his first true find. Something of real value and purpose. A ship, centuries old, a remnant of the Jedi Civil War and, he suspected, one that belonged to the near mythical Sith Triumvirate. What information he found there was eye opening, but before he could devour more, he was waylaid by a Jedi and his team of scavengers.
They were a fearsome group, and Clarent stalked the darkness. He used the ship’s narrow corridors to hide, used the force to hide his presence from the Jedi. He twisted the fears of the mundane forces the Jedi brought and, once they were alone, he faced the Jedi alone.
The battle was hard. The battle was difficult. He wounded the Jedi and he was wounded back, scars across his face and body. But still, he persevered, killing the Jedi and claiming the lightsaber as his own. Then, in his exultation and flush with knowledge gained from the past, he forced his will upon the crystal, breaking it, cracking it, making it bleed.
It is this act, when reported upon to his Mistress, that impressed her enough to raise him to the status of Knight. She called upon the Force, and the Dark Side answered, naming her apprentice. It is this moment, where Clarent Latt would die, and where Nostos of the Cult of Mysteries would live.
NightfallThe next half a decade was devoted to learning ever more secrets on behalf of the Empire. It is here that Nostos truly becomes his own man, in delving into the dark side's secrets, he becomes more than he once was.
It is in this research that he eventually stumbles into an unexpected presence. In the pursuit of an artefact belonging to another of the ancient Sith Lords, his sister, a woman he had never known existed, blocked his progress. With a flair for the dramatic that was more endearing than it was distracting, he found himself allowing her to escape. His first failure, but not his last.
For in the next few months, he could no longer ignore that his family was on the other side of the conflict. His research and, at times, direct interference in his family generated conflict between himself and his mistress, who could no longer understand why her most prized student would degrade so quickly.
Nostos knew the outcome of such a meeting. At best, it would lead him to be censured and humiliated, the aura of unassailable power he relied upon broken. His fellow Sith would smell blood, and he would not have a moment's peace until all were dead. At worst, she already knew, and he would walk into his own execution.
Thus, his decision was clear.
On the way to the meeting, Nostos sneaks about his mistress's ship. With his lightsaber held close and certainty in his heart, he strikes his mistress down, only to be met with the crimson blade of her own weapon. She had anticipated him.
In a tradition as old as the Sith itself, Master battled Apprentice. His advantage his youth, her advantage her experience. Both fought, even as his Mistress's ship landed onto a waiting platform, where the Cult of Mysteries awaited.
Ultimately, it was this realization of his time running out that prompted him to action. Drawing upon himself, deeper into himself than he ever had before, drawing the dark side into him more fully than he ever had, he lashed out, his fingers a clawed talon. Lightning burned from his hand, smashing his mistress's control from her, and she burned to death even as the weight of the power corrupted Nostos, ageing him, and turning his eyes a frightful scarlet.
It seemed like a long moment, until he stood from his place. With a Sith Lady dead at his hand, and he himself exhausted, he could not defend himself from the entirety of the Cult should his treachery be discovered. Deprived of everything, Nostos had only himself, and walked out into the light and into his destiny.
