Merander Coppermouth

Appearance:
His skin is light grey in color, cracked and dry like a desert surface. His hair is a darker grey, it's shortly cut, as is his beard, from an outward perspective he is a well kept man, if his skin wasn't so horribly colored he may be considered handsome. His eyes are those of a Sith but he always manages to hid them well, his pupils are red and his sclera is a darkish yellow. His teeth have turned a dark white, not yet black, slightly grey, almost shadowed.

His stance is always very formal, stood up straight, hands behins his back, held in each other, his robe nearly always covering them making it near impossible to see what he is doing with them. His head is always at a downward tilt and he always looks up with his eyes at whom ever he is talking with or focusing on, his expression is mostly neutral, not smiling but not sad.

The way he looks at a person is the way someone might look at an foreign object, with curiosity, it's almost like he is analysing them but not as a living, breathing person but as an puzzle.

His cloths are always well kept, never wrinkled or torn. His robe is jet black, long and trailing, it is held together at the collar by a thick, gold chain, a long hood hangs down at the back. Underneath his robe, Duke wears a black pants and shirt, gold buttons seal the shirt and a brown belt, with a gold buckle surround the waist of the pants. He wears tight leather boots that go up past his ankles, thick leather straps keep them fastened tight.

Distinctive Marks:
He has no distinctive marks that would set him apart from any other person.

Class/Skills/Attributes:
A powerful Sith Lord.

He uses the use of the Force to manipulate and bend others around him. On occasions he uses his power to physically harm and even kill his opponents but not if he can do it through use of mental damage first.

Equipment/Apparel:
Double-Hilt Lightsaber, Water Skin, Walking Stick, Bone Shank, Rope, Satchel full of belongings (Extra robes, belts, some saber crystals, a holodisc and a blanket.)

Starship:
Destroyed in a crash landing on Tatooine, a few miles from Anchorhead.

Personality:
His personality is that of a hermit. He is never seen conversing with anyone and, on the rare occasion he is, they are dealing business with him.

He is straight forward and to the point and he won't talk unless it's necessary, everything he has to say has much more meaning to it then one would think.

He's a very observant man, always watching and looking, scoping out his environment, reading people with his eyes. He can be seen to be suspisious but not to a large extent, he is more cautious.

Relationships:
The only realstionships that Duke is assosiated with are that of the local mobsters, low-lives and goons of Anchorhead, and even then, they don't trust him.

Duke uses this collection of miscretons for unknown reasons but during his dealings with them, he has built up a reputation that few know of.

Beliefs:
He believes everything is done for a purpose, that if something happens millions of light years away in one Galaxy, it's effects can be seen throught countless lives and futures.

Goals and Ambitions:
Unknown as of yet, the force works in mysterious ways.

Quotes/Mottos:
"Never forget the past as it's echos can be heard in the future."

"There cannot be a common good without a common evil"

Back story:
Please understand me as I tell you these things, I followed my path, I have done what was needed, I have never done something that was not meant to be done, not meant for my path but I can admit I have done things that have ended other people's paths. I regret nothing, I have lived for the day, lived for expectation, lived to survive. The Force is my life and I am guided by it, there is no good without evil, no right without wrong.......can I say that I am an evil man....yes....but only so those that choose not to be evil can be good.

My life started as one of rejection, I was abandoned as a child into the Jedi order by my parents on the request of a Jedi Master. My parents were so happy, they felt like they have accomplished all they wanted through me, I was their trophy in a world of pain and anger. All my life I was just another child, another person in a sea of voices and then, one day, I was taken from it and brought to a sanctuary of light, a becon of hope. The things inside me were what made me special, all the Masters could see it as I stood in front of them, they had tested me, toyed with me, examined me, everyday a new question a new challenge. They wanted me to prove myself and everytime....I did.

Master Yarnak Trilion was my trainer, he was a great man, a knowledgeable Jedi....a fool. He was weak, he couldn't see past what was there he could only see what was there in front of him. There was a wall that stopped all of these people from exploring power, reaching new levels, discovering new boundries and then smashing them with their might, with their Force.

As the years progressed, so did I. I was trained and trained and as I grew in years, my Master also grew in years, his age and health decreased and so did his power and mental state, once he was a wise trainer, naive all the same, but wise, he was a mentor to me and that is why I made it quick. It angered me to see him stand there and let me do it, he could have striken me down....he could have ended my life so he could live another day, his eyes were bright blue, they penetrated me as a penetrated him, my lightsaber brought him down in one quick swoop, he was my adopted father, a great man and a fool.

Once I had fallen in the eyes of the Jedi, there was nothing I could do, I was now a taint on their good name, their land and their people. I fled, I fled to a place where I know I would be accepted, a place where strenght and courage was embraced, there were no fools here, only obsticles to crush and opponents to beat, I went to Korriban, the Sith sanctuary, a sanctuary not only for those that could see clearly but also a place where they could make me see clearly too.

Along my trip I encountered many, Smugglers, Bounty Hunters, Soldiers, I could sense fear from all of them but also I could sense a fake sense of power, they, in their own right, had control over their lives, they could mould it into whatever way they saw fit....it was wrong, I could see more then that, they were all on a path, they were all gullible to think they had control, "None of us do" I thought. While observing these people I realised that I could use their fear, their weakness against them, I could manipulate the training I receieved to my advantage, if they couldn't avoid their own path then at least I could help them help me on mine.

"This power is one of the most dangerous powers of all the Force users in the universe, it can taint a person if it is used to ones advantage, it can over come some, the power to manipulate people, the power to make them think, con them into your vision"

Master, you were so wise and yet, you were so naive, you had the answer, you had it in everything you said, in everything you did but you were blind. "The power to manipulate people" You knew it all along but you blocked it....you old fool, you could have been so powerful....

I decided to use this advise, I used this power to manipulate, to make others do what I needed done. I commanded them and they procceded to follow, they were so weak minded, every one of them, and they all cried, they all knew who I was when I ended them, that is the only good thing that I can do, give them their reward for helping me, making it quick.

After months of travelling and honing my skills I arrived at Korriban, I arrived and had begun to seek out a new Master, one that would be my new trainer, that could help me grow powerful and strong.

Days down the line I was approached by a man, dressed in black, his eyes looked into mine, I could see what he felt, I could feel him talking to me but he made no movements. "Yes, the Force is strong with you, you will come with me young one." And I followed, I had felt what everyone else felt when I talked to them, the manipulation, they sudden urge to gain control but it was no use, I was under his power now, I felt the Force like I had never felt it before, this was my new Master, he was now my trainer, my mentor, my strenght.

I was taken to the Sith Academy to be trained in the ways of the Dark Side, I was trained like never before, this wasn't Tython and these weren't Jedi, these were men and women all with passion and power, they weren't peacemakers or defenders of peace, they were takers, do-ers and most of all attackers. I was with the people that I needed to be with, I fed off their power and they fed off mine.

Darth Kraskious was my new Master, he took me under his wing and taught me through the school of the mind, he enriched my mind with ideals and new ways of thinking, he taught me how to grow powerful and get stronger through the use of manipulation and also through the use of the only weapon I ever needed, my lightsaber. With the mind and my saber I could be very powerful, I could defy any Jedi, control any man or woman and even strike down my own mentor.

I had used everything I had learned, I had gained more powerful saber skills, I have trained in my mind skills and progressed quickly in my physical stature, it was time for me to show my Master what I had learned, it was time to show him what I needed to do to progress from Apprentice to Master. It was my last time I had seen my Master, he brought me to the training grounds on Korriban, the night was calm and the dust and earth was still. I drew my Lightsaber and took my stance, "It is time" he had made me hear it in my mind. Yes it is Master. He drew his saber and charged at me and with one clean thrust of my weapon I put it through his torso, he dropped his lightsaber and looked into my mind once more and smiled, I ripped my weapon up through his torso and made his death painful, he was the only person I couldn't use and for this, he needed to pay, he had taught me everything but knowledge is something I can gain from anyone, manipulation is something I couldn't gain from him....he paid.

40 Years have passed, I have travelled from planet to planet in search of a new challenge, I have met many people, delved into their minds, read their thoughts, realized their fears, shared their experiences.....used them to my advantage. A settlement known as Anchorhead has recently been in the thoughts of those I have ventured into, I will go to this place and create a new challenge.

*Located on a set of holotapes, stored away in a filing cabnet by the local authorities of Anchorhead police station, a mans voice can be heard detailing the events of the last few days on the tape.*

"Officer Braccon, Report 114.62.

There has been reports of a crashed transport ship a few miles from Anchorhead. It was spotted by caravans transporting goods to and from local settlements. I have sent a group of 4 officers to patrol the area and see if they can locate the downed ship. The caravans have reported not seeing any signs of survivors but it is known that a large settlement of sand people do live near where the ship crashed, if there were survivors they were most likely taken prisoner by the sand people. Will wait for more information from patrol group."

"Officer Braccon, report 124.55.

The officers that were sent out to investigate the downed ship have come back with nothing much. The only items that were found were 3 blasters, several flasks of water, a destroyed holotape and what seems to be a red crystal but this seems to have been burned out. Some tracks were located near the ship but they wonder off into the foothills surrounding the local area so a clear path can't be followed. The occupants presumed to be smugglers, all items from ship have been confiscated, I sent the red crystal off to be analyzed"

"Officer Braccon, report 135.22.

Recently some of the smaller gangs of Anchorhead have begun to join together, the leaders of these gangs, though known to be rival enemies, have been seen meeting in the local taverns, a mole inside one of the gangs has even reported trading between some of the gangs. These types of events are rare, I have sent some undercover officers out onto the streets to learn more about these "alliances" and see if we can't figure out the reason for it."

"Officer Braccon, report 149.56.

Some early reports from a number of officers have located the source of these alliances, it's between the two gang leaders Moars Brango and Fitta Gunga, though only small time criminals, allied, they might be a hindrance to the peace of Anchorhead.

Also to report, Moars and Fitta have both been seen to be in contact with a local new comer to Anchorhead, though old, he seems to know these leaders, possible Bounty Hunter, no leads on this man yet, I shall try to take him in for an interview and see what he knows."

Officer Braccon: "Officer Braccon - Starting interview session 114 *Russle of some papers*"

Officer Braccon: "Name please"

Duke: "Duke Amminius"

Officer Braccon: "Occupation please Mr. Amminius?"

Duke:"Just a traveller Officer and nothing more. Can I please ask to the reason I was called into your....station?"

Officer Braccon: "Please Mr. Amminius, there will be time for questions after this session. Now, can I please ask to the reason of your visit to Anchorhead."

Duke: "I'm here as a traveller as I have already stated Officer. I have nothing to bring to this settlement but the robes on my back and my bag you mosty kindly.....confiscated from me."

Officer Braccon: "Proccedure Mr. Amminius, you'll receieve your belongings back after this interview. So, a traveller? Where do you travel to? Is there a purpose for this travelling?"

Duke: "I am looking to locate a former friend of mine, I have....lost contact with him some time ago and wish to find his where abouts, that is all."

Officer Braccon: "Would this friend have anything to do with *Ruffling of some papers" a Mr. Moars Brango or Mr. Fitta Gunga as we have reports of your meetings with these two men in the recent days of your arrival Mr. Amminius"

Duke: "No, he doesn't have anything to do with these two men"

Officer Braccon: "So your meeting with Mr. Moars Brango and Mr. Fitta Gunga was simply coincidence?"

Duke: "I do believe you are mistaken Officer"

Officer Braccon: "I don't think so Mr. Amminius, we have sources to prove that you were at one of the local Taverns conversing with these two men yesterday afternoon. What were you talking to them about Mr. Amminius?"

Duke: "Listen to me, I have never seen or talked to these men in my life, you must be mistaken Officer"

Officer Braccon: "You have never seen or talked to these men in your life...yes...I must be mistaken.....*Cough* Very well."

Duke: "Besides, if I did have something to do with those...ruffians, talking to them would be the last thing I would have on my mind, I assure you Officer Braccon, since my arrival in Anchorhead all I have done is abide by the laws of this settlement and nothing more."

Officer Braccon: "Very well. Before you go, I also have another question to ask, do you know anything about the crashed transport ship that was found a few days ago?"

Duke: "Ah yes, the crashed...ship. I have heard of it but nothing else, I'm sorry I can't assist you further Officer."

Officer Braccon: "Very well, well, please don't hesitate to contact us again if you hear anything on this matter. Thank you once again for taking time out to come in and have this interview with us, it's just small proccedure"

Duke: "I understand Officer"

Officer Braccon: "Officer Braccon - Ending interview session 114"

"Officer Braccon, interview session 114 reviewal.

After going over the recording of the interview with Mr. Duke Amminius a few times I get a sense of awkwardness everytime I hear his voice, he is such a frail old man but that voice...and that look. In that interviewing room, everytime I looked at him, his expression didn't seem to change, he stared right through me, even when I brought up the meeting with the two gang leaders. I knew he was there, I had the evidence to prove it....but....as soon as he denied it, it seemed as though everything I was saying was wrong. Maybe it wasn't him.....it couldn't have been......could it....?"

"Officer Braccon, report 186.95.

Retrieval of the ship was started this morning, it arrived just outside Anchorhead and I sent a team to search the wreckage as soon as possible. After reviewing the interview holotape again I had a hunch that Mr. Amminius' arrival was more then just coincidence. We will see what we can find out from this ship, where it came from, why it crashed....everything. I feel something strange in my gut."

"Officer Braccon, report 201.40.

After days of searching the wreckage, the findings were little, if any, we can prove that there was a distress call made just a few days before the crash, something about another ship approaching the ship head on, a fight ensues then the message cuts off. Nothing in the cargo bay except a blanket, the hyperdrive seems to have been patched together just to last one trip, it wasn't even stable, there are large carbon scorings on the sides of the ship and some blaster shots were obviously fired within the cockpit, marked by carbon scoring there too, there seems to have been a large explosion in the bay area, the door of one of the small locker rooms looks to have been blown off. Except from these signs of fighting, there is nothing else we can say about this ship.

The only thing that perked today up was the arrival of my crystal. What came back in the analysis was astounding, it proved that the origins of this crystal was the caves located on Dantooine, a known location for powerful crystals used by the Jedi Knights. It seems as though there may have been a Jedi aboard this vessal or perhaps smugglers, transporting crystals to be sold to local merchants, there is no evidence to invalidate either of them."

"Officer Braccon, report 211.31.

I've found the evidence I have been looking for, I met with an informant, a local to Anchorhead, he has a recording of Mr. Duke Amminius searching the wreckage of the downed transport ship the day before I held the interview with him. I have no idea how this recording came about but it is clearly Mr. Amminius located in the recording. It looks as though he's searching for something in the ship and then a few moments later there is a small explosion in the ship, he then leaves the ship and walks through the dunes. I have confimed that he is still in Anchorhead, I'll bring a few men with me to take him in to custody. We've got him now"

Dramatis personæ:
Duke would have the grace and wisdom of Obi-Wan Kenobi but the secluded and ruthless nature that Darth Traya has.

OOC Information:
Duke is quite unknown at the moment with lots of space to grow and I want it to stay like this until I can get into some communities and start to reflect off of the other characters of the world.

Once I get the ball rolling, this character will become something that will have a pretty big part to play and hopefully will be a very big part in the Role-Playing scene of The Old Republic.