User:Righteous-Sinn/Viktor "Siris" Makarova

Born Twenty-six years prior to the Hutt War, Viktor was a powerful and well feared freelance Mercenary. Viktor's parents, Magnus and Alexa, both wanted the best for their soon-to-be son. However there was a very troubling problem...Magnus was a Jedi Knight. They both married eachother knowing the consequences of what might happen if they got caught. Magnus didn't care, he didn't care what the council thought and he'd kill anyone who would try to hurt his family. This worried Alexa and her tender embrace and love was his only reasoning to hiding their secret. As they planned out how they raise the baby, a tip was given to the council of their marriage and their baby. Magnus too was tipped off and quickly fled the planet trying for the only place where he knew he could hide in secret, Corusant. As they took off and grew closer to their destination a large skermish between two factions stood between them and their desistantion, it was too large to fly around and it was to dangerous to fly through, but with the council on their tails they had no other choice. Magnus pushed the thrusters foward and shields at max. The didn't even make it halfway before the reacter-core overheated and blew, sending them into a spirial toward a planet niether of them could distiguish. They both found themselves awoken by a large roar, causing Magnus to leap up shooting his blade out of his lightsaber. It was a large forested planet, neither of them knew if this planet was hostile or habitable but they pressed on. Months later Viktor was born on the unforgiving planet of Dathomir in a secure village located just in the middle of the dense forest that surrounded it in a thick wall of vegitation that swelled over the sky and blocked the sun. This often left the inhabitants below with lack of pigimint in their skin, leaving them with calmy, pale skin. His father died shortly after his birth, his lightsaber was passed onto him with a simple warning: "Learn." Alexa raised him in the village in the comfort of the other exiles that protected them as family. Viktor was raised as much as the village would allow a male to be. The men in the village where used for only to things, breeding, and labor. Alexa didn't like it, but she couldn't do anything about it. She had two options, live here with her son as a slave or get eaten by the rancors out in the wilderness. However not all rancors where mindless beasts, infact most where sentiant and traded with the small villages. Some even learned their language. Viktor was fascinated by these creatures, they where large, armored monsters and most of all, they were uncontrollable. Viktor always watched them from a distance, too scared to approch them at his young age. One day however he grew the nerve to approch one, of course it was a juvenile, and roughly his size. The beast was amazing to him, it was only two months and it was getting bigger than him! The young rancor seemed to be playful as anyother young species would. This was usualy met with a loud roar by the mother, causing Viktor to run like he never ran before. As he grew, Viktor learned of his fate to be a slave, he contested it with a passion that seemed to burn in his heart and just like his father he rebeled. He was only twelve and began working his body to reach it's physical max, he was to be put to work at the age of fourteen. Years past, Viktor worked, he worked his body best he could, he studied technology recovered from ships that flew too close to Dathomir's intense Electromagnetic Field that surrounded the planet. He learned about the properties of the ships used in the galaxy to that date. Finally he was one day from turning fourteen, his heart raced, he was going to fight, run and hide, despite what his mother wanted. As the day approched pods dropped through the thick scar that covered the sky above. They released heavily armed men with one intention: Slavery. Viktor was thrown back by a covering explosion, causing him to soar through the air into a large hut behind him. The warriors tried to fight back, but they were put down before they could even get one man down. Viktor saw one man tow his mother into a pod that began to spin and hover off the ground and shoot into the air. Viktor rushed into his hut and grabbed his fathers lightsaber, ready for any attack the slaver clould possibly unleash. One of the men began to search houses, poking his gun and glancing around the doorless entries of the small huts. Before Viktor knew it he was looking in the eyes of one ofthe slavers. His eyes burned with anger, his face twisted with a grimace of hate. He quickly front kicked the man causing him to topple backwards. Viktor rushed out, the lightsaber active and ready to kill. The men surrounded him, their blasters pointed directly at his head. All of a sudden the world slowed, the men slowly pulled the triggers causing the gun to react with a loud crack of fire and a single laser shot directly at him. Viktor deflected it, sending it back to the man in precise angle it was shot to him. He then ran foward and swung the saber with an unbalancing swing, killing two men. Then as quick as the world had slowed, it returned. Leaving Viktor with a splitting headache, he looked down at his hands, they were black and felt as though if they were on fire. Then his strength drained causing him to fall to his knees in fatigue. One of the slavers laughed, "Kid can't use a saber." just as before the slavers once again surrounded him. One of the men held his rifle with one hand, resting the barrel on Viktor's forehead. A gun shot rangout, but Viktor was still breathing the thick humid air that covered the oxygen like a blanket. He looked up to see masked men dragging the slavers body into  a pile. They rushed over, helping him up and asking him question., They brought him back to their ship, treating his intense headache, his fatigue and his severly burned hands and flew off the unforgiving planet that he once called his home. Four years later, under the alias of "Siris." Viktor took up freelance mercenary contracts, using his force sensative concentration as needed. Throughout his career he impressed enough contracters to have a ship built to his preferences. Three more years past, contracts got higher pay and riskier stakes. As he grew, so did his combat skills, learning several styles of martial arts and more advanced weaponry use. More and more he gained trust and credits, earning him fabulous gifts by high paying officals when an importan job was done. During these years however a peice of shrapnel sli his face open, leaving a scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek, not deep but visible. His lightsaber, that severly hurts him should he use it, is his most prized possesion. Showcasing in the cockpit of the HARBINGER wherever he goes. Now three years after, at the age of twenty-six, Viktor has honed his skills and rounded them to be the perfect war machine, leaving large, yet lean muscles as the aftermath of his intense training. Now with one goal set in his heart, moving foward like a powerful breath exhaled from the universe that swifted through the suspending planets. His goal is simple, but at the same time complicated: Find his mother and make the bastards pay for what they did to his family.