Ondur Lkaetur

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Ondur Lkaetur
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Umbara
Date of Birth:	18 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	Umbaran
Gender:	Male
Height:	2m
Weight:	74kg
Hair:	None
Eyes:	White sclera and iris Black-violet pupils
Personal Information
Allies:	Taldryan Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor
Enemies:	Various rivals
Lightsaber Color(s):	Red Armory Lightsaber
Lightsaber Form(s):	Form Zero
Weapon(s):	Lightsaber
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Assassin Spy Reconnaissance
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Dark Brotherhood Taldryan Krath Sith Academy (Umbara)
Known masters:	Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor
Dossier:	5981
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"Most of my species waste our gifted homeworld of darkness. Exactly how we tend to horde power, unwilling to unleash it for fear of losing it. I have no such weakness. I make full use of my abilities and I have greater claim to Umbara than they know."

―Ondur Lkaetur

Biography

Early Life

Ondur Lkaetur was born on Umbara in 18 ABY to a mid-caste family, in a heavily caste-stratified society, of almost one-hundred castes. Though it's important to note that the timing of his birth, and events just a decade before led to great impact on his early years. Umbara has always been famous for the highly effective legendary training Academy for Force sensitives. Known to focus almost solely on developing force sensitive assassins. Almost all were Umbarans or favored individuals trained to serve Emperor Palpatine directly as Force Adepts or Dark Jedi Assassins.

Though this was the height of Umbaran favor on a Galactic scale, they were also famous as training "Sith" Assassins of various kinds throughout history.

However, despite this, the fall of the Emperor sent chaos and fear through the Umbaran species. Large amounts of his species returned to a homeworld where caste and politick alone changed enough of the political landscape. The Galactic power shift brought further blood and guilt in full force to the Umbaran Homeworld.

In short, these events were just settling when Ondur Lkaetur was born. But for Umbara, normal and infighting go hand in hand. It was a few years into his life before he began to learn politick, diplomacy, subterfuge, and his unnatural luck to help further his family in cause and caste. As he grew, he practiced such skills first hand, though early on learned of something far greater that ran sporadic through his family bloodline.

At four years old, a slightly older friend of his, Kylus, made an insult to Ondur's family. Ondur, too young to be aware of his species humour, didn't know how to react. Only that raw emotion and anger came forth in his heart. Ondur was simply unable to hold back his feelings. Despite having no grasp of the implications of who exactly his friend's family happened to be. He seethed while shouting out and pounded his fist at an inner angle. Feeling, entirely in his head, himself slamming his hand forcefully into his supposed friend's lower neck and shoulder.

Though in reality, the child Kylus wrenched at nearly the exact angle and placement with incredible pressure. Blunt force pushing his shoulder and neck harshly down and inward. The crunch of bone and windpipe was heard not just by Ondur but nearby children as well. The death gasps lasted for several minutes while children gathered. Watching Ondur's former friend slowly gasp in vain. This death was not quick while Ondur enjoyed his moment of victory. Not to mention the dead Kylus' painful last moments.

It would be soon after that Ondur learned quite fully about Umbaran society. How its people can twist and shift as fast as his first kill. He would learn hard.. and shortly.

Twist of Fate

Ondur had run through the halls and courtyards nearby. Weaving through alleys and what most other races would consider gloom. As if chased by some of the worst beasts to be found in the jungle-like woods found outside the cities and settled places through Umbara. He didn't run out of fear, but exhilaration. Ondur craved the feeling and wished it wouldn't fade, though it was already dipping into fear. What felt like years of running finally led him home. He was desperate to proclaim victory to his family.

Ondur found his mother first when he arrived at home. "Mother, where are my brothers?" He was breathing heavily but didn't wait for her response. "I won! I beat him! I protected our honour, your honour Mother!". His two brothers came up from stairs that led underground and up onto the ground floor. Their mother turned to Ondur, while waved the two back downstairs. They quickly returned downstairs. She looked at Ondur with a fierce stare, causing him to doubt his actions a moment, despite the fact that she hadn't even heard what he had to say.

"Son, what in hateful-sun's sake did you do?" Ondur sat and bowed onto the entrance carpet, towards her, a gesture of humility. One of the few ceremonial gesticulations he was aware of. He explained everything, including the exact words Rylus used. His mother sighed, furious. Eons seemed to come and go as she gathered her words. "He.. was... complimenting you.. you foolish.. foolish child...". "Your father would be ashamed if he saw you just now. No. He'd be stupid enough to be proud. Which is why he is gone. He could never understand.. Enough now."

Ondur was soon to find himself pushed in, and locked in, the family's punishment room. A room with a ceiling made of lighting-tile familiar to humans. Though he was Umbaran, and it was the equivalent of a human being tortured with ripped eyelids and strapped down to stare into a sun. Even when he closed his eyes the pain was present and had the sensation of his eyes being peeled atom by atom. The small room was a nightmare to his brothers, though he found himself in there far more often than they.

After a full standard day his mother arrived at the other side of the small rooms door. She pushed a button to activate a holo-com. There was a man with him. One he recognised as the father of his now late friend Rylus. "Leave us to speak in private. I need to talk to the boy. Alone." Ondur watched his mother follow the command as if it was an order. It was. "You, boy.." said the man, seething. "I took lawful servitude of your brothers. They will serve me. As will you. However.."

The door opened, automatically shutting the light-tiles down. Ondur was shaking in fear. The man was robed and had an unfamiliar cylinder attached to his waist. One end opened into a small chamber of sorts, while the other side had a button of some kind, terminating the cylinder with triangular shapes attached to a rounded end. As Ondur tried to speak, he felt a firm but light push that kept his mouth shut.

"I have a lot to tell you about." The man pulled down his hood and continued to come closer to the child.

"You have a dark future ahead of you, should you succeed. I am Head Overseer of a special school for you. You begin tomorrow. Your mother will live with me but will not be punished. You will see your brothers working as servants. You will be a student among a few others your age." He paused, choosing his words carefully.

"I adopt you as my own child. In place of my late son, I will take you. You have your mother to thank. Matron Lkaetur had fought to allow you to live. At the cost of your family. Fortunately they are not slaves, or dead. Yet they will rely on your success."

Confusion, anger, exhilaration, fear, a tempest of raw emotions poured into Ondur. Shaking, he stared at the item attached to the Overseer's waist. The attachment cracked, the cylinder fell and was pushed against the wall, vibrating as it shook against the wall. The button was pushed between the wall and unfamiliar object.

It activated as a beam of deep red light hissed outward as a longer cylinder. The light sizzled against the wall, scoring it, then disengaging, as Ondur spoke, "I.. okay. I will succeed." Soon he would face years of intense training in the darkness.

Physical Description

Ondur is fairly taller than average than the rest of his species. He is also noticeably more pale and has violet blood vessels scattered along his body. These vessels are most apparent along his neck, arms and face. His gaunt form with his tallness and skin attributes combine for an unusual and rare appearance even among his people. Aside from this, he is hairless, has an almost Marble appearance and "stone" face.

Powers and Abilities

• Ondur is especially gifted and focused on stealth, both through mundane skill and Force abilities.
• He prizes his abilities of Telekinesis. This is likely due to his first experience using it.

Trivia

Ondur spoke the words that became The Harbingers, his Battle Team's, motto: "Our message is carried by the wailing of sorrow", while speaking with Decimo Inferni, The Harbingers leader at the time.

• His Master once disapproved of Ondur's lack of beardedness.
• Ondur, once used meditation and Force body control for a few weeks in isolation to grow a beard.
  • The disastrous result was slowly removed, destroyed, and both swore to never broach the subject ever again.