Apr 6, 2018 19:26:12 GMT
NAME: Lucien Eland Irridius
PRONUNCIATION: Loo-see-en, El-and, Ee-rid-ee-us
NICKNAMES/ALIASES: N/A
FACTION: The Empire of the Hand
RANK: Grand Admiral (Head-of-State)
POSTING: 1st Imperial Compliance Fleet
SPECIES: Human
ORIGIN: Elroodian
AGE: Forty-five
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 198lbs
EYES: Emerald Green
HAIR: Jet Black
SKIN:&Darkened Tan/Smooth Complexion
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
LANGUAGES: Basic (Imperial Galactic Standard), Huttesse, Elroodian
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Evil
CHILDREN: None
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+] A Learned Man: Irridius is a man of self-taught knowledge accumulated during his time in the restored ISB. During his readings, he researched heavily into Galactic History, was taught military tactics by the most brilliant minds at the Coruscant naval academy and obsessed over the most notable Imperials in history; including Tarkin, Thrawn, and Galactic Emperor Palpatine.
[+] Cold Calculation: Irridius is a man of calculation and cunning, representing the mind of a strategist that holds a ruthless resolve and strives for victory ahead of all else. It matters not who must be stepped on, exterminated or oppressed as long as the odds favor Irridius and his vision for the Empire.
[+]Neo-Traditionalism: Irridius prides himself on his intellect and self-proclaimed superiority as an Imperial and an Admiral and he obsesses over the collection of data on both the enemy, his troops and the civilians under his command. Through fear and knowledge, he enforces a rigid speciest class system on his ships and throughout the Empire of The Hand that promotes a sense of superiority in his subordinates that makes them even more loyal to him and his vision of the future.
[+]Forked Tongue and Shined Boots: Irridius has a knack for convincing those under him to justify their own horrendous actions through delusions of superiority and grandeur. More than this, Irridus' germaphobic nature compels him to keep his fleet in perfect sanitary condition and keep a strict discipline among all of his troops. Simple breaches of sanitation protocol and other disciplinary policies are punished severely on his ships and thus rank, file, and coordination tend to be near flawless under his command.
[-]Twice the Pride, Double the Fall: Irridius is prideful and confident in his own abilities and though he plans for potential failure, his confidence in himself can lead to actions and plans that are reckless despite any strategic excellence. In fact, so sure of his plans is he, that he can fail to realize a small mistake when he has made one, failing to address it, allows it to grow into a massive problem for his plans.
[-]The Edge of Madness: Irridius is a sociopathic man, a complete believer in his own superiority over the common Imperial and has no doubt that Imperial Society is naturally stronger and more worthy than other forms of culture. Atop of this, his obsession with cleanliness can distract and enrage him suddenly and without warning. While the symptoms of his madness are subdued on a usual basis, Irridius is prone to sudden outbursts that are short, but extremely violent and mostly self-destructive.
[-]The Price of a Life: Irridius sees the men and women under his command not in terms of individual lives, but in terms of assets and costs of replacement. It is exceptionally rare for Lucien to put a value on a life simply because it is a life, rather, Irridius values his men as a chess player values his pieces. He would willingly throw the lives of thousands away if it meant victory. Because of this, his connection with his men not based his ability to inspire them but on his ability to win battles. It is a respect built on fear and awe rather than common ground or speeches.
[-] The Obsessions: Irridius commonly imagines every action and move on the scale of the galactic conflict. Every ripple, battle, and death can affect future outcomes. However, there are obsessions he holds that distract him without fail. His drive to breed a strong, imperial future and crush certain individuals can break him of his usual calculating nature and lead him down the path of failure alongside other flaws.
APPEARANCE:
Despite his humble upbringing on the Outer Rim planet of Elrood, Irridius has adopted a severely posh "Core Worlder" style about himself that would suggest a High-Class Courscanti heritage rather than that of a miner's son on a distant colony world. Despite his origins, Irridius holds himself to a standard of excellence that mimics his internal belief that he was born to not only be a Core Worlder but one of the most refined and progressive as well. He takes it upon himself to dress in an immaculate blaster resistant white uniform. He tops this uniform off with a pair of leather coated Infiltrator Gloves, that serve to mainly protect his hands from germs but also allow interface into the holographic battlemaps of ships.
His superior thinking on himself and his hatred of clutter, dirt, germs, and disease leads Irridius to hold himself to a standard of cleanliness that even hospitals would pale in comparison to. His uniform seems to be in a perpetual state of unnatural white sparkle as he changes it three times a day and his gloves are form-fit to keep any loose dirt from slipping in. On the off chance anyone did see his bare hands, they would find his nails trimmed perfectly at length to one another and his skin free of blemish from tips of fingers to the top of his head. Same as his uniform, his military standard boots are buffed and shined via one of three cleaning droids twice a day and he changes his boots at the same time he changes his uniform; meaning his boots are mirror shined on a seemingly eternal basis.
As was once a tradition in the Core Worlds, Irridius wears his hair long against most standard military regulation. He does, however, keep it pulled into a neat tail in the back of his head and washes it obsessively throughout the day. This, coupled with his jet black hair, perfect white smile, and fiery emerald eyes gives him an eery glow about him that borders on the malevolently perfect; as if he is the face of seduction and deceit itself.
BIOGRAPHY:
If there is a center of nobility, prestige and military honor then Elrood orbits one of the stars farthest from. Born to a humble family of low-income miners, Irridius' family life was a stressful one that saw a drunken father taking his ignorant rage out upon his young son. His father would come home angry about work conditions or conversation had in the mines and the full brunt of it would be taken out upon Irridius, it was a daily affair by the time he was thirteen. During this trying times, Irridius' mother was his only salvation from this life of troubled abuse. Though she could never bring herself to leave her husband, she did what she could to shelter Irridius from his father, giving him spare credits to go to the local holobook store and buy his way into fantasies that took him far away from his childhood home.
Often times the young Lucien would skip school to hide in the bookstore, reading about Republic heroes of old and great tales of Jedi. It prompted fierce beatings from his father when the school called to inform his family of his absence, but the learning environment offered by the planetary education system was never enough to keep him interested or invested. He'd much rather risk a beating for a few hours of being lost on a page than have to sit through the useless dronings presented by a school day. He learned much more from the books than he did in the classroom anyway, not that he would ever even attempt to use this excuse with his father, whom he hated from the youngest age he could remember.
As he grew, somehow making it through middle school, Irridius began to develop a romanticised view of Core Worlders that was brought on by the stories he had escaped to growing up as well as the uncanny cleanliness of his factory workplace that upheld itself to so-called "Core Standards". He never felt he fit in with his family, he loved his mother but even she felt somehow detached from him in his own mind. He didn't belong on Elrood, he belonged on a planet with rolling cities like that of Coruscant. He belonged in the blinking lights of Upper Taris and the Opera houses of the Galactic City, he could feel it in his bones. What was once a boyhood escape was becoming an intense adulthood obsession by the time he was seventeen, often daydreaming of how he'd get to Coruscant and make something of himself.
His workplace, which punished uncleanliness with pay deduction that got Irridius beat at home, had already taught him to respect personal hygiene over all else. But as his feeling of belonging in the Core Worlds intensified, Irridius began to spend all of his extra credits on Coruscanti reproduction clothing and grew his hair out to resemble nobility of times long past. He refused to end up an ignorant fool like his father, he was going to be better, he was going to become a Core Worlder.
Irridius' life changed irreparably at the age of nineteen when his mother when a loose strain of Gulag Plague forced her into quarantine where she died within days of infection. His father not only didn't pay for a funeral, he belittled the dead woman starting from the day she died. Irridius mourned alone, stealing her body from the morgue and burning her body himself so he knew she was shown the respect she deserved. With his mother gone, he had no reason to stay. So he left, paying his way to Coruscant aboard an old freighter where he hoped to become a great writer like those who had helped him escape reality as a child.
His attempted writing career would never take off, every one of his six manuscripts being turned down without any money to show for them. He was twenty, hungry and had nowhere else to go aside from the corner of a dark street in Coruscant's undercity. So, he did the only thing he could do, he enlisted with the Imperial military. During his recruitment, he scored high in military tactics and his psychological profile pinned him as a person of interest for recruitment into Imperial Intelligence.
He would attend the Coruscant Imperial Naval Academy, one of the most prestigious Imperial training centers. He would notoriously be berated by his instructors for his tactics that broke orthodox military protocol, but could not be expelled due to his tendency to win scenarios and display leadership ability. Conventional tactics as spoken to in Imperial Officer Handbooks meant nothing to him and only instructors who wished to hone creative thinking in officers would appreciate Irridius' resolve.
He would pass the academy but his lack of respect for Instructor's teachings would earn him no recommendations, but they wouldn't need to. Imperial Intelligence had watched him closely and upon completion of the academy, he was offered the chance to become more than just an officer aboard a star destroyer. He would be groomed into an Imperial Agent. His personality, creativity, and lack of empathy made him a perfect candidate. During his training as an Imperial Intelligence agent, they would further strip him of human decency and pound into him a loyalty to Imperial Doctrines of oppression and humancentric sentiment.
His first missions were to oversee operations dealing with the capture of internal traitors and ensure loyalty aboard naval vessels. He proved effective, using torture, blackmail, and spies to root out traitorous thoughts within the Imperial Navy. Eventually, this brutality would land him a position as the operator of the newly established Kessel Labor camp where he would create and make infamous the motto of the camp:
"These Chains Shall Set You Free"
He would earn a reputation as a ruthless monster who put down disobedience with extreme violence and used internal suffering to turn slaves against one another. During this time his hatred of non-Humans grew, seeing them as little more than barely usable sacks of meat for labor. After years of operating the camp, he would grow tired of his position and soon seek reinstatement into the Navy; a place where he had once felt a calling.
He now finds himself elected leader of The Empire of The Hand, a Naval Conclave lead by a council of Admirals from the former Galactic Empire.
He would attend the Coruscant Imperial Naval Academy, one of the most prestigious Imperial training centers. He would notoriously be berated by his instructors for his tactics that broke orthodox military protocol, but could not be expelled due to his tendency to win scenarios and display leadership ability. Conventional tactics as spoken to in Imperial Officer Handbooks meant nothing to him and only instructors who wished to hone creative thinking in officers would appreciate Irridius' resolve.
He would pass the academy but his lack of respect for Instructor's teachings would earn him no recommendations, but they wouldn't need to. Imperial Intelligence had watched him closely and upon completion of the academy, he was offered the chance to become more than just an officer aboard a star destroyer. He would be groomed into an Imperial Agent. His personality, creativity, and lack of empathy made him a perfect candidate. During his training as an Imperial Intelligence agent, they would further strip him of human decency and pound into him a loyalty to Imperial Doctrines of oppression and humancentric sentiment.
His first missions were to oversee operations dealing with the capture of internal traitors and ensure loyalty aboard naval vessels. He proved effective, using torture, blackmail, and spies to root out traitorous thoughts within the Imperial Navy. Eventually, this brutality would land him a position as the operator of the newly established Kessel Labor camp where he would create and make infamous the motto of the camp:
"These Chains Shall Set You Free"
He would earn a reputation as a ruthless monster who put down disobedience with extreme violence and used internal suffering to turn slaves against one another. During this time his hatred of non-Humans grew, seeing them as little more than barely usable sacks of meat for labor. After years of operating the camp, he would grow tired of his position and soon seek reinstatement into the Navy; a place where he had once felt a calling.
He now finds himself elected leader of The Empire of The Hand, a Naval Conclave lead by a council of Admirals from the former Galactic Empire.
SHIP:
The Midnight Psalm - Named after a Valachord Sonata of the same name, this Executor-Class SD is one of three others created for use by the Empire's Grand Admirals and now serves as the "elected" Grand Admiral's vessel of the Empire of the Hand. This classical piece was written by Oris Klenval during the first human colonization efforts left Coruscant in the pre-republic era galaxy. It was meant to offer hope and a sense of adventure to explorers by telling a story of a man who faces the challenges and fears of the galaxy, only to find peace and wonder among the stars. The First Movement would later become known as "The Glory of The Empire" the national anthem of The Galactic Empire.
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OTHER TALENTS:
Valachord Playing
Violin Playing
Writing (Creative & Otherwise)
OTHER TALENTS:
Valachord Playing
Violin Playing
Writing (Creative & Otherwise)
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BIO CONTINUED (IC ROLEPLAY):
