User:Darth Marix

I was born to a rich and powerful family on Corellia. Born, Markaro Vos, I was raised with the greatest comfort. While I was different, and my parents taught me to recognize it, I was different beyond their beliefs. I began to see this in my early childhood. When angered, I could manipulate small objects, or sense someone’s thoughts. Keeping these realizations to myself, I grew up with an outward appearance of normality. But then one day it changed. I was nine years old when we were vacationing in the sector of Shelsha, they were ambushed by bounty hunters. My family’s enemies heard that my father was coming to visit Shelsha Sector, and had hired bounty hunters. Even so, they weren’t prepared enough. The bounty hunters didn’t capture my family, but my father was mortally wounded. Taking me aside, my mother urged me to talk to my father. Going over to him, he told me something that was a complete surprise. He was not a Corellian, he was a Kiffar. Not only was he Kiffar, but he was related to the great Quinlan Vos, a legendary Jedi who had fought in the Clone Wars. His last words were that to tell me that it was my responsibility to keep up the family business and that there was a data card library at home that I should study, certain cards in particular.

“Once home, I proceeded to the library. Studying constantly, I engrossed myself in studying everything I could about the Jedi, the Sith, and the family business and did not realize that my mother had died from longing for my father. It turns out that my family was greatly buried in the dark side of business. We owned a great smuggling, information, and ship production scheme. Being able to create any ship and modify it greatly was a bonus. Using my newfound knowledge, I rebuilt the business, which had fallen during my studying. Following my father’s footsteps, I dipped deeply into the illegal resources and soon had a pirate gang of my own, with only one goal, find and kill the pirates that killed my father. During a break, when I was 17 years old, I regained the knowledge of my “special powers”. Realizing my potential, I set out on a quest to become a great warrior. Handing my duties over to my major domo, I traveled the galaxy learning everything I could. I even went to Anazt, to learn the ways of the assassins, the Anazti. Coming across a data chip filled with information on Darth Maul, Plageous, Vader, and Sideous, I began to organize my life to become a Sith. Ordering three ships from my shipyard: a Sith Infiltrator, modeled off of Darth Maul’s, a Super Star Destroyer- Executor class, and a Suwantek TL-1800, I trained in the art of piloting and directing space battles. While the Suwantek was known for its unreliability, mine was different. Heavily modified, it was based after an ISB version, the Ville Brok (fake ID)