Kodais Solatus

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Kodais Solatus
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Onderon
Date of Birth:	10 BBY
Date of Death:	41 ABY (age 51)
Place of Death:	Auratera
Physical Description
Species:	Human
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.82 m (6 ft)
Weight:	81.65 kg (180 lbs)
Hair:	Brown (Greying)
Eyes:	Blue
Personal Information
Allies:	Lokast Falls Tessa Drae
Enemies:	Clan Arcona Darth Pravus Inquisitorius
Lightsaber Color(s):	Light Blue
Lightsaber Form(s):	Makashi
Fighting Style(s):	Echani
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Scholar Historian
Affiliation:	Krath Clan Satal Keto House Aleema Clan Plagueis Clan Scholae Palatinae House Acclivis Draco
Known masters:	Braecen Kaeth Vivackus Kavon
Known apprentices:	Eridanis Aquila Varoth
Dossier:	#
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Kodais Solatus (pronounced /kˈo͡ʊdˈa͡ɪs sˈo͡ʊlˈætˈʌs/) was a reclusive figure; generally kept to himself and rarely became involved in the Brotherhood's workings. Kodais preferred the scholarly pursuits of alchemy, history, and philosophy.

Biography

Early Life (10 BBY-12 ABY)

Kodais Solatus was born in 10 BBY in the city of Iziz on Onderon, the second son of Rehm and Sanlee Solatus. Growing up in a working-class family, he had a relatively stable childhood. His father was an administrator at a local hospital, while his mother ran a modest clothing store. The family lived under the shadow of the Empire, which maintained a garrison to control the planet following the defeat of the Onderonian Partisans. The local insurgency had mostly fizzled by the time Kodais was born, but the Empire’s presence remained a constant reminder of Onderon's subjugation.

Despite the Empire's dominance, Kodais never felt direct oppression in his early years. However, as he matured, he began to sense a deep resentment for the Empire’s occupation of his homeworld. His father's stories, recounting the ancient history of the Jedi, Sith, and the Onderonian struggle for independence, planted seeds of a fascination with the Force. Kodais became drawn to the legends of the ancient Sith Lords and Jedi warriors, especially the tales of Ulic Qel-Droma, Freedon Nadd, and Beast Wars. The stories may have only been legends and myth, but Kodais always knew there was a grain of truth in each one, and were not mere myths but reflected true, ancient power.

Tragedy struck the Solatus family when Kodais was 15. His father, Rehm, was arrested by the Imperial Security Bureau under mysterious circumstances—Kodais never learned the full details of the charges. Not long after, his older brother Daksis, who had enlisted in the Stormtrooper Corps, was reported as killed in action. The sudden loss of both his father and brother left a gaping hole in Kodais' life. His mother, overwhelmed by grief, took her own life when Kodais was 17.

With no remaining ties to his home or family, Kodais sold off his inheritance and left Onderon to join the Army of the New Republic. He served with distinction, participating in numerous battles and skirmishes against Imperial Remnants and the rising Pirate Nation. However, the brutal realities of war and the complexities of galactic politics left Kodais increasingly jaded and disillusioned. After five years of service, he was honorably discharged, his soul hardened by loss and the brutality of combat. Upon his return to Onderon, Kodais found himself distanced from his old friends, who could not understand what he had been through. Deeply embittered toward both the Empire and the New Republic, Kodais withdrew into the legends and histories that had once fascinated him. Pouring over moldering books and tomes in museums and libraries led Kodais off world in search of the truth.

Physical Description

At the time of his death at 51 years of age, Kodais carried the visible weight of his years and experiences. He stood tall at 1.82 meters (six feet), with a medium build that hinted at the resilience forged through a lifetime of challenges. His frame was lean and functional, with no excess bulk, though his shoulders might have appeared slightly rounded from age or wear. At his height and weight of 81.65 kilograms (180 pounds), he was still solid, but time had softened the sharpness of his form, a subtle reflection of the weariness that had accumulated over the decades.

His brown hair, once perhaps darker, was tinged with more noticeable gray. It was kept short, practical—another decision made for simplicity, as if he could no longer spare the energy to maintain anything more complicated. His face, while still youthful in some respects, carried a certain heaviness. Fine lines had deepened around his eyes and mouth, especially under the weight of exhaustion. His blue eyes, rare on Onderon and a lingering reminder of foreign blood in his family, still gleamed, but there was a shadow behind them—a tiredness that spoke of long nights and hard days. His olive skin, typical of his people, had aged with him, losing some of its vibrancy and acquiring the dullness that often came with a life lived under constant strain.

Though Kodais was clean-shaven, the contours of his face seemed more worn than smooth. A two-inch (five centimeter) scar on his lower right abdomen stood out, a physical mark of an older, perhaps more reckless version of himself. Above his left ear, hidden beneath his short hair, a barcode tattoo about three inches (seven centimeters) long remained an unreadable mark of his past—something more than a memory but less than a story he willingly told. The scars on his left neck and arm, small yet numerous, were the result of shrapnel from an airburst munition during his service in the New Republic Army, and they too had aged with him. They were faded, almost invisible unless you knew where to look, but they were there, silent witnesses to a brutal past.

Kodais moved with a deliberate, slow pace, not from lack of ability but from the weariness of experience. There had been an air of quiet resignation to his presence by then. His body carried its scars and stories, but it also carried the weight of age, of time passing too quickly. His hands, once steady and sure, now showed signs of tremor or stiffening, as if every motion required more effort than it once did. His posture, though still upright, was less rigid than it used to be—more relaxed, as if he had learned over time to conserve his strength.

Kodais was no longer a young man eager for action. The years had settled into him, and while his eyes still held a spark, there was also the distinct air of someone who had seen too much and was simply tired, carrying the burden of his past with grace, but also with the wear of experience.

Personality and Traits

Kodais views himself as an Onderonian patriot and is exceedingly proud of his heritage. Like most Onderonians he is xenophobic. His pride in his heritage in addition to his upbringing has lead him to believe in the superiority of the Onderonians over most other sentients. He also hates the Republic, the Jedi, and the Mandalorians. He sees Onderon's current problems the fault of the Jedi and the Republic. The atrocities the Mandalorians visited upon the Onderonians are difficult for him to forget as well. He is more tolerant of the Empire though. Under the Empire, Onderon was for all intents and purposes self governing.

Kodais is a bit of a social elitist. He believes there is an order to the universe and one should know their place in it. That being said he has a very peculiar sense of honor. He gives his superiors the respect due their station and his peers a kind of professional courtesy. The person however, must earn his respect. Underlings get no respect from him at all until they have proven themselves, which is difficult to do. All this makes Kodais appear snobbish or arrogant at times. Manners are a big part of Kodais' sense of honor. In his opinion good manners are the hallmark of professionalism and civilization. A peer meeting Kodais for the first time may think him overly formal, but that is just his way of being polite.

As a xenophobe and humanocentrist he is convinced of humanity's superiority over the rest of the universe. He looks down his nose at all non-humans, and basically chooses which near-humans he accepts. He views clones to be lower than non-humans. To Kodais the artificial creation of any sentient being is an unforgivable blasphemy against the natural order of the universe. The only real fear he possess is a case of thalassophobia. He grew up never seeing the ocean or any other body of water larger than a river or pond. Consequently he is uneasy around large bodies of water and, though he can swim, is quite nervous in or on the water. Another one if his quarks is a distinct aversion to being touched.

Being that Kodais was raised in a temperate jungle environment, he hates being cold. This was compounded when, while in the Army, his hands suffered mild frostbite during a mountain training exercise. Ever since then his hands' functions become impaired and painful in cold weather.

Always the scholar, Kodais has a penchant for language. He speaks Basic, Sith, and Bocce fluently. There aren't many worldly interests for Kodais outside of the Force and he lives a somewhat monastic life. However, he does have a taste for high end whiskeys such as Whyren"s Reserve and Johrian.

Though not necessarily a gambling man, Kodais appreciates a good game of sabacc or pazaak and usually takes his deck with him when he travels. Styling himself as a man of culture, Kodais is an amateur collector of unusual items and artifacts. Strangely he doesn't have a specific item or theme to his collection, just whatever he finds interesting.