Kyros Terrian

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Original Profile

Name: Kyros Terrian.

Race: Human; Pure Bakuran.

Age: 30.

Homeworld: Bakura.

Title(s): Lt. Colonel, Imperial Army; Baron of Salis D’aar.

Family:

Mother: Kirsten Terrian (Deceased)

Father: Astin Terrian (Deceased)

Wife: Linette Bastien (Missing – Presumed Deceased).

Educational History:

Bakuran Royal Academy (Age 4-17)

Salis D’aar University (Age 16-18ish)

Imperial Army Training Centre on Carida (Basic Training)

Raithal Academy (Officer Training).

Physical Description: Kyros is tall, standing at six feet, six inches. He weighs approximately two hundred-ten pounds. He is well muscled from Basic Training, yet his face is well defined and he bears the markings still of a noble-born. His eyes are blue-green in color, and sometimes dance with laughter; at other times they gaze coldly. At all times they burn with pride.

Biographical History:

Kyros was born into the noble Terrian family on the planet of Bakura. At the age of four he began his formal education at the Royal Bakuran Academy. His mother cared for him personally, and his father – Astin Terrian, the Baron of Salis D’aar – made certain that his son was given the very best training that nobility and credits could buy. However, the Baron himself died suddenly of natural causes, leaving a noble title to his only heir: his son Kyros.

The new Baron of Salis D’aar, Kyros, studied hard at the Royal Academy. At the age of fifteen he was betrothed to a young lady that had stolen his heart. Her name was Linnette – Linette Bastien. She was the daughter of a Duchess, and thus the heir to that title. The betrothal had been orchestrated by both families, though no official date was set.

At the age of seventeen, Kyros completed his training at the Academy. He was now fully educated in all manner of statecraft, through intensive political theory, diplomacy, law, and economics classes. He had even taken several university level courses from the prestigious Salis D’aar Academy. He was trained to become a royal Baron; however, he would forsake that destiny.

A few months after Kyros’ commencement, his mother was brutally murdered in what was deemed a political maneuver by a radical group that opposed the proposed Terrian – Bastien matrimony, fearing a consolidation of too much power would occur from it. Beset with grief, Kyros leaned heavily upon Linette for support, and despite opposition, married her mere months after his mother’s death.

Linette was kidnapped the day before their first wedding anniversary. A vid was released, announcing her death. Kyros was shocked. For two weeks, he did nothing except eat and sleep. Then, he left. He left his mansion, he left Salis D’aar, he left Bakura, and journeyed to the well-traveled areas of the galaxy. There, he joined the Imperial Army.

Kyros slumped against the wall in his room aboard the space liner Sands of Time. He had rented space that had only the necessities: a bed and a ‘fresher. Not that it had really mattered; he had been in the same slumped position for over twenty-four hours, and his muscles were aching. His stomach was growling, and he didn’t smell good, either.

What does it matter? He thought to himself. It doesn’t matter…nothing matters anymore. He sat there, one hand in his hair, one clenched in a fist at his side, a miserable shadow of the man that had once been Kyros Terrian, the great Baron of Salis D’aar. His numbed brain stirred; the synapses fired enigmatically. Questions raised themselves up in his mind like poisonous serpents. Where am I going? What am I doing? What is my purpose in life…now? He drew a shaky breath.

Where am I going? Well, that one was easy. He was on his way to Coruscant. He’d paid passage on the Sands of Time, not really knowing where he was going, so long as it was away. He couldn’t stand to live there anymore. And so, he had left Salis D’aar, his city on his homeworld of Bakura. And he was going to Imperial Centre. He was going from the dimmest planet in the galaxy to the brightest, and he faintly hoped that a parallel change in his fortunes would occur. He’d never been to Coruscant, though he’d seen plenty of vids, and studied it rigorously in his Galactic Geography classes years ago. He suspected it would be an experience he’d never forget.

What am I doing? Now, this question was harder to answer. In truth, he didn’t know what he was doing. He was running away, he knew that much. Red shame crept over his face. How could he find pride in running away? He had disgraced the Terrian name. The people of Salis D’aar would likely never welcome their Baron home now. Then again, he thought with a hint of his old self, in a way they’re the ones who chased me off in the first place.

Unbidden and unwanted, the memories now flooded back. He groaned. He could still recall in vivid detail his return home the day he had found his mother. Yes…yes I still remember, he thought painfully, she was on the floor in front of her favorite chair. Blood…blood everywhere. I’m going to be sick. A vibroblade, with a note…a note, oh gods! A note addressed to me! It’s…it’s my fault, oh gods. Oh, no. It was my fault. He remembered the police investigation that had implicated an extremist organization that opposed his upcoming royal marriage. Those moments were frozen in time.

His faithful fiancé, Linette, had come to the rescue then, pulling him from the slough of despair, and onto solid emotional ground again. She had loved him, cared for him, made sure that he recovered from his loss. Then, she had married him in fulfillment of their promise. The Baron of Salis D’aar had been happy once more. One month passed, then two, then six, then eleven. They had both looked forward to their first anniversary. Then…Oh Gods, why can’t I forget this? Then, she had been taken…by them. And that was why he was running away. Because this time, he had no-one to hold onto. His life had been crushed; they had taken what was most dear to him.

What is my purpose in life…now? He drew in another shaky breath, and unclenched his hand. He examined the ring. It sparkled dimly in the low light; it was gold. It was to have been Linette’s. Now, it was all he had left of what could have been. His peaceful life had been disrupted. He had tasted of the cup of life, and found it bitter. All he wanted was peace. He wanted back the order of his life. He wanted justice; justice to be rendered to others for the injustices that had been done him.

He realized, suddenly, that this was impossible. He could not bring back the dead. But he could prevent what had happened to him from happening to others. He sat up, and placed the ring carefully in his breast pocket. The Empire - didn’t they promise Peace, Order, and Justice? That, he realized, was his purpose now. He knew now what he was doing, and where he was going. He was going to further Peace, Order, and Justice, for the rest of his life. He was going to Coruscant, the Capital of the galaxy, the Centre of Imperial Might: to become an Imperial.

Kyros made it through Basic Training, though it was tough – he hadn’t been raised to shoot a blaster; rather to slash people with words – and graduated near the top of his class. Because of his well-educated background, and obvious leadership potential, he was also selected for further training, and sent to Raithal Academy, the premier Imperial Army Officer’s training school. Upon graduation, he was given the rank of Second Lieutenant, and has since worked his way to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

Psychological Profile:

Kyros is a very proud man. On top of his royal heritage, his Imperial training has only served to increase this trait. Kyros is utterly devoted to the Empire, and admires the Peace, Order, and Justice that are its major tenets. He is level-headed, leads by example, and still uses his political and diplomatic training to his advantage. One quirk, however; having grown up on Bakura, he (like all Bakurans) despises droids. He cannot stand them. He owns none, and is uncomfortable in their presence.

Edited May 4, 2006 by James Stratus

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• Source: Character_Archives
• Original Author: Unknown
• Posted: 2005-11-10T07:30:17Z