Post by Jenno on Aug 1, 2007 22:11:37 GMT -5
Name: War Minister Filii Stukov
Species: Human
Age: 76
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 104 lbs
Birth place: Corellia
Appearance:
Biography:
Antebellum
Born from a pair of merchants on Corellia, a young Filii was regarded as a child prodigy, excelling at all levels of education. He was also regarded as one of the most dedicated and focused youths on Corellia. He was so focused in his schoolwork, in fact, that he never had the time to spare on friends or any other kind of activity. He would attend his school every day, for as many hours as he was permitted. At the young age of fourteen, he completed primary schooling and entered into classes at the prestigious Coruscant College of Law, where he was able to complete his courses and graduate at the top of his class at age eighteen. He returned to Corellia, the newest member of a law firm concerning Core World transportation matters. Within a year, he became a partner. Six months later, sickened by the sheer ignorance of those around him, he left Corellia, this time for good, returning to Coruscant to attempt to find people who could challenge his mind. He soon found a place as a staff member of the Coruscanti Governer’s Cabinet, where he handled the execution of laws, overseeing the justice system and the planetary police and the army forces stationed there. He soon became enamoured with the system. The order and functioning of the Government and the Army impressed him. By the age of twenty-five, he had left Planetary politics and had begun working in the Defense Ministry’s organizational department, ordering troop divisions and often traveling from world to world to ensure that his own meticulous orders were met. Many times, he was mistaken for a commanding officer, as the soldiers he was organizing were told to follow his orders. Soon, the illusion faded as he switched over from the fading defense ministry and into the army itself, within the staff of Admiral Arrad Denmar. Denmar had been stationed for several years in the Outer Rim with orders to organize a precise patrol of the Rim worlds, a task that the young and eager Filii was more than happy to help with.
Sometimes, working late into the night at the Admiral’s estate on Mygeeto, the young man would stay at the house, sometimes several nights in a row. It became like a second home to him. And the Admiral’s family became like his family. All except for Admiral Denmar’s oldest daughter, Eriin. Since the moment Filii had met the dark-haired girl, he had been caught between fascination and hatred. The young lawyer from Corellia was in love. And, as such, he rarely wanted to leave the Admirall’s home. Sometimes, he would even create more work for himself to stay. All the while, he grew closer and closer to Eriin, who had begun to see him as more than just another of her father’s co-workers. But Filii had grown anti-social over his life, and could never find a way to express his feelings for her. And so he contented himself with the conversations the two would share into the early hours of the morning.
Shattered Silence
Soon, though, the work Filii had put in on fortifying Outer Rim worlds would be put to the test. A new threat had arisen. The Mandalorian clans of the galaxy had gained themselves a new leader. And they were ready for war. Sadly, for all the work they had done, the Republic forces in the Outer Rim were not. The Mandalorians amassed a fleet quickly and cut straight through the patrols Filii had helped to set up. There was only one Republic ship there to stop them, The Unfailing. The flagship of the Republic forces in the Outer Rim. Commanded by Admiral Arrad Denmar. The ship fell in seven and a half minutes. There were no survivors. The Mandalorians entered into the mid-rim defenses unopposed.
That afternoon, word reached Mygeeto. A letter came, addressed to the Admiral’s family. It was given to Filii to deliver. The Admiral’s wife, Aylia, could not bear to read it. And so it was Filii who had to stand there in front of the family he loved and the young woman he adored, and tell them that their Admiral would never return home. Halfway through the letter, Eriin turned, overcome, and raced away, out the front hall and into the fresh snowstorm. Filii paused, watched her go. Now, not even he could finish the letter, which went on to recount just how much the military valued the late Arrad Denmar, and that he would receive every honor.
He returned to his room, saw the papers that he had completed that morning, papers for ships that no longer followed him. He threw them off of the desk and sat, cried. He tried to envision the Admiral’s face, the man who had been more of a father to him than his own had been. But he couldn’t. Every time he pictured something on the man’s face, he was drawn to the same characteristic on Eriin’s face. He could not stop thinking about her. And though he had never been very much in the way of talking to people, he knew that right now, he had to talk to her, give her some kind of comfort. He stood and turned towards the door. He stopped suddenly. She was already there, tears drying on her face, the Admiral’s face. And then she spoke, and suddenly the Admiral was gone from her, and it was merely Eriin, the girl he had met, the woman he had fallen in love with.
“Mother, I... we are leaving here.” She said, with a kind of braveness that both impressed and worried Filii, “We are going home, to Alderaan… there is nothing left for us here. You are to succeed…” She struggled, could not say the name, “..him.”
Filii righted himself. “I will miss you.” He wished he could say more to her in this, this last conversation they would ever share.
“Mother is not well.” She responded. “She has not been for some time, and I can no longer rely on her. I have not been able to for a long time.” She took a step forward. “All I ever had was… him. And you.”
Filii blinked. “…Me?”
She took another step forward. “These have been difficult months for me. I do not think… I don’t know if I could have made it without you.” She was closer now. So close that Filii could not tell now if the tears were his or hers. “Thank you…” She said. And then she kissed him. He kissed her back. And on that cold night, the two pained youths found comfort in that last night together.
War and Advancement
Eriin and the rest of the Admiral’s family left. Filii would never see them again. But he was able to break away from the loss and dive into his new work. He was a Vice Admiral now, under direct orders from the War Minister. He was the youngest Vice Admiral ever appointed. But that was far from important. All he cared about now was revenge on the Mandalorians. He ordered his fleet to move from the Outer Rim to Coruscant, where the Mandalorians were quickly headed. There, he and other Admirals staged the most one-sided military defense in history. Hundreds of thousands of battleships, standing between Coruscant and the new Mandalore. The Mandalorians never stood any kind of a chance. Only the fleet’s flagship, and Mandalore with it, survived the attack. He fled Coruscant. The War ministry declared the defense a success and for all Admirals to report for De-briefing. But Vice-Admiral Stukov would not listen to these orders. He took command of his own ship, The Unfaltering, and pursued. He chased Mandalore all the way to his last holdout at Keldabe, before launching an Orbital bombardment on the city-fortress, obliterating the capital of Mandalore. His men landed a shuttle, found the broken Mandalore, and brought him back to Coruscant to stand trial.
And even though the Mandalorians were defeated, and the war over, Filii’s pain was not gone. He needed more. The Mandalorians had to suffer more for him to suffer less. And so, at the Trial, Vice-Admiral Stukov presented a draft for a document, a peace treaty, The Treaty of Mand’oa. It would effectively destroy the Mandalorians, crushing the spirit of every survivor and killing off the culture. Stukov’s pain would be felt worlds over. The Treaty was read, accepted, and presented to the Mandalore, who had no choice but to sign. Signed directly underneath his name is the name of Vice-Admiral Filii Stukov. Soon after, Mandalore was killed by his own, and the Republic began to dismantle what was left of their pathetic civilization. His revenge was complete.
From Past to Present
The next few decades held little for the Vice Admiral. He led his forces to Mandalore a second time, turning it into a camp for unwilling Mandalorian defectors, but soon was promoted to Full Admiral. And, by then, he was tired of the fighting. Tired of the loss. Tired of the cold of the ship, too much like the cold of the Mygeetan Winter, but with nobody to warm him. And so he left, went back to Coruscant, and became an advisor in the War Ministry, where he worked for several years afterwards. At age fifty-one, he became the youngest ever appointed War Minister of the Republic Army, second only to the Chancellor and his Senate. He is strict to the law and to the organization of his army. His word is unquestioned in most circles, and his bitterness shows in his coldess and near lack of emotion. He is the last surviving signer of the Treaty of Mand'oa and one of the few remaining veterans of that short war. In today's world, he is the frigid iron hand of the military, and his decisions very rarely come well-accepted by the men he commands. He has been War Minister for twenty-five years now, and has yet to find his peace.
And perhaps he never will. For, in a life forged out of rigid order and conflict, how can one ever live, how can one ever love, and how can one ever be at peace?
Faction: Republic Military
Department: All
Physical Strength
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1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Speed
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1 (2) 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
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(1) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
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(1) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
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1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
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5 4 3 2 1 (0) 1 2 3 4 5
Species: Human
Age: 76
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 104 lbs
Birth place: Corellia
Appearance:
Biography:
Antebellum
Born from a pair of merchants on Corellia, a young Filii was regarded as a child prodigy, excelling at all levels of education. He was also regarded as one of the most dedicated and focused youths on Corellia. He was so focused in his schoolwork, in fact, that he never had the time to spare on friends or any other kind of activity. He would attend his school every day, for as many hours as he was permitted. At the young age of fourteen, he completed primary schooling and entered into classes at the prestigious Coruscant College of Law, where he was able to complete his courses and graduate at the top of his class at age eighteen. He returned to Corellia, the newest member of a law firm concerning Core World transportation matters. Within a year, he became a partner. Six months later, sickened by the sheer ignorance of those around him, he left Corellia, this time for good, returning to Coruscant to attempt to find people who could challenge his mind. He soon found a place as a staff member of the Coruscanti Governer’s Cabinet, where he handled the execution of laws, overseeing the justice system and the planetary police and the army forces stationed there. He soon became enamoured with the system. The order and functioning of the Government and the Army impressed him. By the age of twenty-five, he had left Planetary politics and had begun working in the Defense Ministry’s organizational department, ordering troop divisions and often traveling from world to world to ensure that his own meticulous orders were met. Many times, he was mistaken for a commanding officer, as the soldiers he was organizing were told to follow his orders. Soon, the illusion faded as he switched over from the fading defense ministry and into the army itself, within the staff of Admiral Arrad Denmar. Denmar had been stationed for several years in the Outer Rim with orders to organize a precise patrol of the Rim worlds, a task that the young and eager Filii was more than happy to help with.
Sometimes, working late into the night at the Admiral’s estate on Mygeeto, the young man would stay at the house, sometimes several nights in a row. It became like a second home to him. And the Admiral’s family became like his family. All except for Admiral Denmar’s oldest daughter, Eriin. Since the moment Filii had met the dark-haired girl, he had been caught between fascination and hatred. The young lawyer from Corellia was in love. And, as such, he rarely wanted to leave the Admirall’s home. Sometimes, he would even create more work for himself to stay. All the while, he grew closer and closer to Eriin, who had begun to see him as more than just another of her father’s co-workers. But Filii had grown anti-social over his life, and could never find a way to express his feelings for her. And so he contented himself with the conversations the two would share into the early hours of the morning.
Shattered Silence
Soon, though, the work Filii had put in on fortifying Outer Rim worlds would be put to the test. A new threat had arisen. The Mandalorian clans of the galaxy had gained themselves a new leader. And they were ready for war. Sadly, for all the work they had done, the Republic forces in the Outer Rim were not. The Mandalorians amassed a fleet quickly and cut straight through the patrols Filii had helped to set up. There was only one Republic ship there to stop them, The Unfailing. The flagship of the Republic forces in the Outer Rim. Commanded by Admiral Arrad Denmar. The ship fell in seven and a half minutes. There were no survivors. The Mandalorians entered into the mid-rim defenses unopposed.
That afternoon, word reached Mygeeto. A letter came, addressed to the Admiral’s family. It was given to Filii to deliver. The Admiral’s wife, Aylia, could not bear to read it. And so it was Filii who had to stand there in front of the family he loved and the young woman he adored, and tell them that their Admiral would never return home. Halfway through the letter, Eriin turned, overcome, and raced away, out the front hall and into the fresh snowstorm. Filii paused, watched her go. Now, not even he could finish the letter, which went on to recount just how much the military valued the late Arrad Denmar, and that he would receive every honor.
He returned to his room, saw the papers that he had completed that morning, papers for ships that no longer followed him. He threw them off of the desk and sat, cried. He tried to envision the Admiral’s face, the man who had been more of a father to him than his own had been. But he couldn’t. Every time he pictured something on the man’s face, he was drawn to the same characteristic on Eriin’s face. He could not stop thinking about her. And though he had never been very much in the way of talking to people, he knew that right now, he had to talk to her, give her some kind of comfort. He stood and turned towards the door. He stopped suddenly. She was already there, tears drying on her face, the Admiral’s face. And then she spoke, and suddenly the Admiral was gone from her, and it was merely Eriin, the girl he had met, the woman he had fallen in love with.
“Mother, I... we are leaving here.” She said, with a kind of braveness that both impressed and worried Filii, “We are going home, to Alderaan… there is nothing left for us here. You are to succeed…” She struggled, could not say the name, “..him.”
Filii righted himself. “I will miss you.” He wished he could say more to her in this, this last conversation they would ever share.
“Mother is not well.” She responded. “She has not been for some time, and I can no longer rely on her. I have not been able to for a long time.” She took a step forward. “All I ever had was… him. And you.”
Filii blinked. “…Me?”
She took another step forward. “These have been difficult months for me. I do not think… I don’t know if I could have made it without you.” She was closer now. So close that Filii could not tell now if the tears were his or hers. “Thank you…” She said. And then she kissed him. He kissed her back. And on that cold night, the two pained youths found comfort in that last night together.
War and Advancement
Eriin and the rest of the Admiral’s family left. Filii would never see them again. But he was able to break away from the loss and dive into his new work. He was a Vice Admiral now, under direct orders from the War Minister. He was the youngest Vice Admiral ever appointed. But that was far from important. All he cared about now was revenge on the Mandalorians. He ordered his fleet to move from the Outer Rim to Coruscant, where the Mandalorians were quickly headed. There, he and other Admirals staged the most one-sided military defense in history. Hundreds of thousands of battleships, standing between Coruscant and the new Mandalore. The Mandalorians never stood any kind of a chance. Only the fleet’s flagship, and Mandalore with it, survived the attack. He fled Coruscant. The War ministry declared the defense a success and for all Admirals to report for De-briefing. But Vice-Admiral Stukov would not listen to these orders. He took command of his own ship, The Unfaltering, and pursued. He chased Mandalore all the way to his last holdout at Keldabe, before launching an Orbital bombardment on the city-fortress, obliterating the capital of Mandalore. His men landed a shuttle, found the broken Mandalore, and brought him back to Coruscant to stand trial.
And even though the Mandalorians were defeated, and the war over, Filii’s pain was not gone. He needed more. The Mandalorians had to suffer more for him to suffer less. And so, at the Trial, Vice-Admiral Stukov presented a draft for a document, a peace treaty, The Treaty of Mand’oa. It would effectively destroy the Mandalorians, crushing the spirit of every survivor and killing off the culture. Stukov’s pain would be felt worlds over. The Treaty was read, accepted, and presented to the Mandalore, who had no choice but to sign. Signed directly underneath his name is the name of Vice-Admiral Filii Stukov. Soon after, Mandalore was killed by his own, and the Republic began to dismantle what was left of their pathetic civilization. His revenge was complete.
From Past to Present
The next few decades held little for the Vice Admiral. He led his forces to Mandalore a second time, turning it into a camp for unwilling Mandalorian defectors, but soon was promoted to Full Admiral. And, by then, he was tired of the fighting. Tired of the loss. Tired of the cold of the ship, too much like the cold of the Mygeetan Winter, but with nobody to warm him. And so he left, went back to Coruscant, and became an advisor in the War Ministry, where he worked for several years afterwards. At age fifty-one, he became the youngest ever appointed War Minister of the Republic Army, second only to the Chancellor and his Senate. He is strict to the law and to the organization of his army. His word is unquestioned in most circles, and his bitterness shows in his coldess and near lack of emotion. He is the last surviving signer of the Treaty of Mand'oa and one of the few remaining veterans of that short war. In today's world, he is the frigid iron hand of the military, and his decisions very rarely come well-accepted by the men he commands. He has been War Minister for twenty-five years now, and has yet to find his peace.
And perhaps he never will. For, in a life forged out of rigid order and conflict, how can one ever live, how can one ever love, and how can one ever be at peace?
Faction: Republic Military
Department: All
Physical Strength
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1 2 (3) 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Speed
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1 (2) 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
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(1) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
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(1) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
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1 2 3 (4) 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 (10)
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
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5 4 3 2 1 (0) 1 2 3 4 5