: Planet of Origin
: Dromund KaasAge:
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A master of single saber combat, Temor is an unstoppable juggernaut on the battlefield. He shrugs off wounds that would crush most people. Temor is also a master of unarmed combat, and has been known on several occasions to duel other Sith Lords without ever even bothering to draw his lightsaber. He is also very potent in both offensive and defensive telekinetic applications of the Force. He has developed his telekinetics into a rare technique allowing him to deflect even lightsaber strikes and blaster bolts with his barehands(Similar to how Satele blocks a Saber strike in the TOR "Hope" Cinematic, or how Vader deflected Han's blaster). He has furthermore learned how to fight while blinded, relying entirely on his sense of hearing and focus. Though he doesn't like politicing, he has a good knack for reading people which has kept him from succumbing to a number of betrayals and sabotages from those who thought they'd succesfully convinced him they were earnest allies. Personality:
Temor is a curious and rare thing. An intelligent Sith. Frankly, most of his fellow Sith disgust him with their stupidity and incompetence. This opinion extends even to the Emperor himself, though Temor is wise enough not to make that thought known.
He does not engage in petty acts of wanton cruelty and barbarism. This only encourages rebellions amongst the masses, and even the mightiest Rancor can be brought low if enough Ewoks swarm it. He does not kill his slaves and subordinates over minor offenses or failings. That's just wasteful.
Temor often appears unusually calm and self-controlled for a Sith. Even in battle, he seems a silent engine of destruction and death. Many would think him a better candidate for the Jedi than the Sith...but those who think such are fools. Beneathe the calm surface, an inferno of passion burns. But he masters that passion, rather than allow it to master him as most of his fellow Sith do.
That passion does influence him in other ways though. Temor is a supremely prideful creature...something that riled his former Master many times...until Temor killed him. He has tempered it with discipline over the years but it is still a powerful driving force inside him. If he has a weakness it is that pride. So strong that when he duels other Sith he often doesn't even bother drawing his lightsaber until they demonstrate enough prowess to make him beleive they're worthy of that honor. His passions also compel him to take many lovers rather than take a wife and begin breeding the next generation of the Dominar bloodline. Bio:
A born Prodigy. But considering his lineage who could expect less? The Dominar line is one of the eldest and most powerful in the entire Sith Empire, and Temor is regarded as the greatest product of House Dominar yet. Even as a child Temor was determined to prove that beleif beyond all doubt. He turned away from most of the petty distractions that wealth and privilage bring, indulging his passions only as needed to nourish them as the source of his power.
He devoted himself to mastery of the Lightsaber, the Force, and of his own mind, body and will. He spent almost as much time in the library as he did in the training circle, studying the history of the Sith and the Jedi. More and more he grew contemptuous of his peers, seeing how they allowed themselves to be ruled by their passions...slaves cloaking themselves in the refinements of masters. True slaves are worthy of greater respect than most Sith. At least they know their place, and can even attain their own kind of honor so long as they mind that place well. They do not delude themselves into thinking they are more than they are. While most of his fellow Sith are ruled by their own capricious whims, and think themselves the masters of all they survey. Such undeserved arrogance...
Indeed he soon found that the people most worthy of respect through the years were the Imperials he often commanded. The officers, agents, and even the rank and file grunts that made up the body of the Empire. Intelligent, disciplined, ruthless, and driven...traits he found sadly lacking in most Sith. He realized quickly that the only reason the Empire had never definitely crushed the Republic is because of the incompetent and petty buffoons to whom the Empire was beholden...his own fellow Sith. Pouring over military records he saw it time and again. Never spelled out blatantly of course, but if you were smart enough to read between the lines you could not escape the pure truth of it. Time and again defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory because at the pivotal moment one Sith would betray another. Entire fleets sacrificed to Republic forces because some Sith or another withdrew his forces from the battlefield so that his rival could be humiliated, captured, or slain in battle. Wars lost because infighting had weakened imperial forces, making for a swift and easy victory for the Republic and their Jedi champions. Failure after failure...all to be layed squarely at the feet of the so-called "Elite" of the Empire.
That was when he decided. He would climb the ranks. Until he was second only to the Emperor himself. He would reshape the Empire. Purge the Sith of incompetence and pettiness. And nobody...not even the Emperor himself if he opposed Temor's plans...would stop him from turning the Empire into the force for galactic dominance and order he knew it could be. He doesn't necessarily want the Throne...he suspects it will be more trouble than it's worth. But if he must become Emperor to finally deliver the Empire to greatness, so be it.