Post by vajra on Oct 3, 2011 0:47:43 GMT -5
Name: Spite Furos
Type: Head of the Federation, Sith Lord
Gender/Species: Male/Near-Human
Age: 45
Physical Description:
Background: Still an officer in the military when the Vong invaded, Furos proved himself time and again by leading his unit of twenty men into combat with an alarming success rate. He lost multiple men almost every mission, but his disregard for their lives appeared courageous in the face of an unflencing enemy as hope, planets, and lives were lost. Four years after the first attack, he successfully campaigned to represent his home system in the Galactic Federation.
Feared for the ruthlessness he'd displayed on the battlefield, and beloved for winning over much-needed relief for his people, it was no surprise that as the galaxy set its sights on rebuilding and healing its war-ravaged wounds, Spite was chosen as one of the highest ranking officers in the new Federation's government. Still, no one new that the man they'd elected to lead them had been looking forward to the beginning of a new Order, with his militaristic Apprentice by his side, for nearly as long as the war had waged on.
The Federation, though, began to slow its forward momentum. Each new planet they attempted to persuade was met with requests for more resources, or plainly denied. Having no choice but to allow this, the man who'd become what some called the Federation's Face began to seethe on the inside. Where was the power he had earned, that he deserved? With the teachings he'd been granted, he had only one choice: to replace the Head of the Federation. Governments, planets, and even cities still fractured and occasionally battling; so it was tragic, but unsurprising, when his personal shuttle was destroyed on the ascension from planet to Flagship; an act the indigenous peoples assured an outraged Furos, hours before he took office, that it must have been an act of aggression by a splinter guerilla organization. They went so far as to falsely promise him they would find the men responsible.
It's been only a few months since then, and already Spite has shown his tenacity for winning the favor of new systems at any cost. Rumors have begun to spread, as some say they always do, that there is something more to the humanoid. In turn, he has maintained his stance of being nothing more than a soldier-turned politician, trying to mend the galaxy.
Type: Head of the Federation, Sith Lord
Gender/Species: Male/Near-Human
Age: 45
Physical Description:
Background: Still an officer in the military when the Vong invaded, Furos proved himself time and again by leading his unit of twenty men into combat with an alarming success rate. He lost multiple men almost every mission, but his disregard for their lives appeared courageous in the face of an unflencing enemy as hope, planets, and lives were lost. Four years after the first attack, he successfully campaigned to represent his home system in the Galactic Federation.
Feared for the ruthlessness he'd displayed on the battlefield, and beloved for winning over much-needed relief for his people, it was no surprise that as the galaxy set its sights on rebuilding and healing its war-ravaged wounds, Spite was chosen as one of the highest ranking officers in the new Federation's government. Still, no one new that the man they'd elected to lead them had been looking forward to the beginning of a new Order, with his militaristic Apprentice by his side, for nearly as long as the war had waged on.
The Federation, though, began to slow its forward momentum. Each new planet they attempted to persuade was met with requests for more resources, or plainly denied. Having no choice but to allow this, the man who'd become what some called the Federation's Face began to seethe on the inside. Where was the power he had earned, that he deserved? With the teachings he'd been granted, he had only one choice: to replace the Head of the Federation. Governments, planets, and even cities still fractured and occasionally battling; so it was tragic, but unsurprising, when his personal shuttle was destroyed on the ascension from planet to Flagship; an act the indigenous peoples assured an outraged Furos, hours before he took office, that it must have been an act of aggression by a splinter guerilla organization. They went so far as to falsely promise him they would find the men responsible.
It's been only a few months since then, and already Spite has shown his tenacity for winning the favor of new systems at any cost. Rumors have begun to spread, as some say they always do, that there is something more to the humanoid. In turn, he has maintained his stance of being nothing more than a soldier-turned politician, trying to mend the galaxy.