Name : Malorum Vex
Height: 1.72 meters (5'8")
Weight: 120 lbs (54kg)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin: Olive (white)
Age: 22
Species: Human
Home Planet: Loovria
Class: Fencer
Relatives: Kael Vex (Father)
Notable Physical Features: Small scar in right eyebrow
Personality: Guarded, soft-spoken, diligent, dogmatic
Language: Basic, Huttese
Force Sensitivity: Yes
Physical Description of Character: Lean with toned muscles, hands are calloused, and maintains a well trimmed beard. A small scar (1/2 inch or 1.27 cm) cuts vertically through his right eyebrow.
Early Life:
His father was a gladiator in the fighting pits of Loovia. Fighting for the entertainment of the masses, crime bosses and even politicians from across the galaxy. Kael Vex spent years surviving in those sandy holes, and his chance at freedom came with the Tournament of Chains. 20 people, bound together fighting for there lives and only one winner allowed to leave. The spectacle Kael put on that day wasn't what would be called flashy or theatrical, it could only be described as efficient, fast. Not only did he win his freedom, but was given a small stack of credits and told to leave. "You're bad for business. No one wants to see someone fight like they've nothing to lose." Kael took his winnings, his freedom and his son from that world and traveled core-ward. The hope of providing a life away from the pits and the violence that took place there for his son, Malorum.
Malorum was 9 when they left Loovria, old enough to remember the sands, the slaves, and the blood of the arena but not partake in it as others had. He remembered his father fighting for his life for years, the wounds he'd taken, the blood he'd shed. He also remembered the people that would come to watch, common people many of them. But higher up in the stands he would see people dressed in finery that marked them as wealthy, their skin smooth and clean. He recognized some of them as the local crime bosses and others he heard about as whispered politicians of the Republic. Once, he even saw what others said was a Jedi, one of the vaunted guardians of the Republic. A priest of peace and freedom, sitting with the politicians and the crime bosses that ruled over slaves and watched blood combat for sport.
There wasn't much opportunity for an education on Loovria, but when they left and arrived on Corulag, his father put him in classes while he worked in a factory making parts for one of the many shipyards of the planet. The more Malorum was taught about the Republic and the Jedi, the more he could see the hypocrisy of it. The so-called freedoms and justices of the Republic and the "wise" council of the Jedi mediators during disputes. The "fairness and tolerance of a civilized society" he was told existed was almost immediately proved a lie to him when he started to hear the other kids call him "pit-born" or "arena spawn". The whispers of what others called his father behind his back, "murderer", "savage", "thug". It wasn't long after they started with the names that the rocks came soon after.
After Malorum came home one day with a cut over his right eye, his father started teaching him how to defend himself. Malorum took to it quickly with a quiet intensity, and eventually pushed his father how to properly wield a blade. "A blade isn't for anger. Anger makes you predictable and prone to mistakes. A blade is for purpose. If you draw it, the fight should be over before it starts." Malorum took his words to heart and tried to live up to them as the years came and went. The kids grew up, the words didn't fade, the Republic still told its lies, the Jedi still preached freedom and justice, and Malorum's anger never faded. It just grew and compressed, becoming heavy in his chest until it became a familiar weight on him.
It was several years later when news of war sparking across the galaxy came to Corulag. War, a time when the "murderers, thugs and savages" should be respected and treated fairly. Instead, it just made the community around the Vex family remember what lived among them. Not long after his father died in an "accident" at the factory he worked at. The investigation into what happened found no evidence safety protocols concerning the machinery had been violated. The investigation concluded with the report saying his father "improperly repaired the fabrication machinery" which resulted in him being killed. Malorum couldn't believe that was the truth, not when he saw the satisfied expression of his fathers boss when he told him this and that because of the negligence of his fathers actions the company wouldn't pay out his insurance.
Malorum was left with two options then, work in the same factory that killed his father, or join the Republic in their war against people who had legitimate grievances against the Republic. Be a soldier for the Republic that ignored the exploitation of people it deemed less than civilized. March in the slave army lead by priests that spoke of freedom and justice against people fighting against an unjust system. Malorum would take the factory rather than join in the hypocrisy of that lie told on a galactic scale. So that's what he did for the next 3 years, he worked the same job that killed his father, practiced what he was taught and felt the weight of his anger grow larger and deeper.
