Post by Nagendra Sombul on Oct 22, 2020 17:01:31 GMT -5
Nagendra Sombul Full Name • Race • Human Birthplace • Korriban Age • 25 Gender • Male Sexuality • Bisexual Faction • Sith Concept • Sith Knight Languages • Galactic Basic, Galactic Sign Language, Huttese, Sith Assets • Fury-Class Imperial Interceptor; an extensive, crimson-themed wardrobe; a Korrealis Prince personal speeder; a curved hilt lightsaber with a red crystal; a shoto saber with a red crystal Appearance Face Claim • Niclas Gillis Height & Weight • 6’ 2”, 180 lbs. Overall Looks • Nagendra is tall and slender, his body composed of lean muscle. He has fair skin that is largely unblemished, save for a couple of faded scars on his back and chest. He has high cheekbones and a slight cleft in his chin with a strong jawline. He has slightly pouted lips and piercing green eyes. He has a few small dark moles on the left side of his face. His hair is blonde and wavy that has been slicked back and undercut on the sides. Personality Profile Nagendra is an arrogant young man, confident in his prowess in combat and the Force. He thinks very highly of himself and has developed something of a superiority complex. He is vain and self-indulgent, often pampering himself in a decadent lifestyle. He enjoys the finer things in life and has grown quite comfortable with them. Any slights against him often are met with a spectrum ranging from inflicted pain to an all-out fight. He also relishes any chance he gets to show off his power and skills. Background Father • Danryal, slave – Dead at 36 Mother • Jannatele, slave – Dead at 33 Overall History • Nagendra was born on Korriban, originally named Vishal, the son of two slaves under Sith rule. His family life was not a healthy one. His father was largely absent, leaving his mother to be the one to care for him. Even then, his mother wasn’t nurturing, only raising him because she was obligated to as the one that gave birth to him. Her care for him was minimal. Nagendra—a bit too young to be mining and excavating tombs on Korriban—spent most of his young life serving lead archaeologists’ more menial needs: serving drinks and food, retrieving tools or documents, etc. It was during this time that his mother tasked him with stealing small items that they could sell to get extra money. When he grew to the age of ten, he was old enough to start taking part in the mining operations on the Sith-owned planet. Given his smaller stature, there was one chamber he slipped into without being noticed. While inside, he discovered a small holocron that began to glow dimly. Entranced by it, he advanced upon it and reached out to touch it. Something felt…different about it, compared to anything else he’d ever come into contact with in his life. It was almost like he could feel the internal parts of the device. In his mind’s eye, he could almost ‘see’ the crystalline pieces inside and felt they could be moved around, almost like a puzzle. He imagined changing the pieces’ positions, rotating and shifting, only to hear strange noises come from the pyramidal object and an increase in the brightness emanating from it. Through further toying with it, he began to realize it was not his imagination. Somehow, he was moving the parts of the holocron. And he found himself longing to solve this strange puzzle that sat before him. Finally, some of the filaments and strands lined up and the device sprung to life, rumbling the earth in and around the chamber. He could only gasp and marvel as the hologram of a woman in elegant robes appeared before him. She seemed to be a holo-recording of some sort, reciting the Sith code to him and making a speech of how the Empire was meant to rule the galaxy. Though her image was fuzzy, he perceived a strangely gentle look on her face as she seemed to gaze at him. She finally said that she was sure there was great potential in whomever found her holocron and urged the finder to bring it to a Sith Lord. As the hologram faded, Nagendra felt lightheaded. His heart was racing, he could feel his face warming. Was it fear or shame? He wasn’t sure…his mind started to feel jumbled. Instinctively, he picked up the holocron and began to crawl out of the small opening he had snuck into, only to be greeted with a rifle butt to the face, knocking him out cold. When he came to, he was in a prison cell, shackled to the floor. The head archaeologist of the dig was standing before him, the holocron on a table behind him. He accused Nagendra of trying to steal a valuable artifact and that he was still trying to decide on a proper punishment. He was speechless, terrified and angry. He tried to explain that the holocron needed to be given to a Sith Lord, to which the archaeologist laughed. He knew that a Sith Lord would be the proper person to give the device to and boasted that he would receive the credit while Nagendra—a slave—would get nothing. Before long, a Sith Lord—or rather Lady—did arrive in the dungeon, seemingly annoyed with being called from whatever she had been doing. The archaeologist told her everything, that Nagendra had snuck away from his fellow slaves and found a holocron, and that he was certain the boy was going to steal it and sell it. Nagendra finally found his voice, angrily and defiantly arguing that he just wanted to take the holocron to a Sith Lord, as the hologram had instructed. The Lady seemed interested upon his mentioning of a hologram. The archaeologist continued to laugh, suggesting that Nagendra was rambling to save his skin, only to have his voice caught as the Sith Lady began to use the Force to choke him into silence. As the man struggled to breathe, she calmly asked Nagendra to elaborate on what he saw in the chamber, and he told her. When she was satisfied, she let the archaeologist go and took the holocron from the table before instructing the guards to remove the boy’s shackles and give him food and drink to last him the night. She then warned him that if she found his story false, he’d be very…very sorry. Come the following morning, Nagendra awoke to the sound of metal clanging on the bars of his cell. He sat up from the uncomfortable bedding to see one of the guards with the Sith Lady by his side. He bowed nervously, prostrating himself on the ground as he awaited his fate. He heard her giggle, then order the cell to be opened. Nagendra remained immobile, unsure of what to do until she instructed him to stand and leave the cell. On shaky knees, he did as he was told and slowly walked to the door, and in the process, up to the Lady. She reached to his face, her slender fingers stroking his cheek while her nails dragged along his flesh. She informed him that she believed his story, and that not just anyone could have activated the holocron. She suggested he had power yet untapped that she could teach him to harness. For so long, he had been powerless to those around him that at the mere thought of having more control in his life, he eagerly agreed. She seemed amused that he thought he had a choice in the matter at all. From there, she taught him how to use the Force and tap into the Dark Side. Her training in the Darkness was gradual, as she was sure a young mind couldn’t handle the full power of it. She also taught him to use a lightsaber, training him in various forms to keep his repertoire well-rounded, though she did favor the elegance of Makashi. Though the training was gradual in her view, it was always intense and deadly for Nagendra. Each session held the possibility of death or torture, depending on how spectacularly he failed. But he mostly kept up with her training, improving with each session, much to her delight. When he did particularly well, she often treated him like a doting mother, but even Nagendra could see through the veneer of her kindness. It was manipulation, all of it, to try and gain his full trust and loyalty. He knew if he ever stepped out of line, she’d unleash her full wrath on him without so much as a second thought. After three years, she announced she would officially make him a Sith Acolyte, but only after he proved his loyalty to her. To do so, he’d have to sever his familial connections…in a literal sense. She offered him a choice in weaponry: a blaster or lightsaber. He chose the latter, deciding it was the perfect way to symbolize the death of his past life. That night, he arrived at the slaves’ quarters and found both of his parents had been corralled into the same room, though they knew not why. Upon seeing him, his mother approached eagerly, hoping that since he had somehow climbed a few ranks in the Empire that he would be able to repay her for raising him. His father, meanwhile, appeared proud that his son turned out to be a strong young man. The greed and pride in their eyes died fast as the lightsaber was ignited, bathing the room in its red glow. Without further hesitation, Nagendra struck them both down. Once his commitment was clear, Nagendra’s path was set. Having officially started a new life with the Sith, he gave himself the surname ‘Sombul’, then worked and traveled with his Sith Mistress. Through her tutelage, he became a formidable warrior and Force user, eventually earning him a position as a Knight in the Cult of Truth. He created his own lightsabers and earned a private ship and speeder. He learned to probe the minds of his targets, often times delving so deeply into their psyche that they were left traumatized or even mad. With his new position in the Empire, he has tasted luxury and relished the far more extravagant lifestyle than he was born into. Things, however, have taken a turn. Despite gaining power, he has found his position has stagnated, leaving him wanting for more. His Mistress no longer seemed to show the affection or wrath she used to, instead settling into a cold indifference. He craved advancement, to gain more power, to earn the title of Sith Lord. But it never came, no matter what he did. He now found himself meditating more often, trying to figure out what he wasn’t doing right and what he needed to do. The answer never came to him, no matter how many hours he lost himself in thought. Instead, one night, he had a nightmare. He was underwater and couldn’t breathe. It was dark, save for a dim light that shown down far above the surface he couldn’t see. He swam as hard as he could in this dream, and the closer he got to the surface, he noticed hundreds…possibly thousands of others in the water with him. They were grasping at each other, trying to pull others down and push themselves up. He started to feel hands on him, but swam harder, kicking off whatever he felt below him to get closer. He had to breach the surface, he needed to breathe. He eventually spotted his Mistress in the water as well, struggling as he was and ignoring him. Eventually, they reached the surface, gasping for air. Nearby was a small boat, and as they both began to swim for it, no longer hindered by the hands below, he felt relief. But as soon as they reached it, he felt two hands push down on his shoulders, shoving him under water. He didn’t get a chance to gasp and his lungs immediately began to burn again. He looked up through the water and saw his Mistress pushing him down, first with her hands, then with her feet as she used him to climb onto the boat, pushing him deeper. He watched in horror as she disappeared, the hands from below returned, pulling him into the depths and blocking his eyes and mouth. And then he woke in a cold sweat, his lungs still burning as though he had been starved for air. He couldn’t be sure if it was just a nightmare or a portent of something worse to come, but the more he thought about it, the more he began to wonder. He knew that his Sith Mistress didn’t really care for him like a son, but at the very least he believed she respected him as a partner. Her right hand. But was there really a point to him being around her? Was he just another steppingstone for her to achieve some goal he wasn’t privy to? A goal that would render him pointless? With doubt now seeping in, Nagendra has been keeping a closer eye on the workings of the Empire, looking for a reason to stay…or abandon it. |
