Kal Vorrac is currently a Sith Warrior of Clan Plagueis and House Satal Keto. A man of manipulation, he has practice in pulling the strings of all around him. While usually preferring to fight from afar and play with lives as if on a dejarik board, his shadowy past as an assassin allows him to fight when he needs to. That said, he grapples with age as he continues his ascension through the Dark Side.
Character History
Early Years(Age 1-19)
Second-Hand Boy
Kal's origin is rather meager and depressing, though it laid the groundwork for his challenging life and his twisted persona. Abandoned by the parents he never knew when he was just a week old, a note told the people his name, Kal, and that he was to be taken care of. He was found in a case for a rifle, stamped with the mark VORRAC INDUSTRIES, INC. The name Vorrac was used as his last name, and it was more than fitting, as his grandfather's name had given rise to the defense contractor that produced both rifle and box.
As such, Kal Vorrac was adopted by a Deathstick dealer's twi'lek slave. The dealer, an Ithorian named Haido Kuzh, let her keep the child because she'd been more than devoted in her duties to him. The boy was raised by a series of uncles and cousins, in reality customers, clients, and lackeys. They took a shine to the little green-eyed boy, whom they found to have a voracious mind. He was taught how to handle a blaster, how to fight, and many languages.
When he was at the age of ten, innacurate by a few months because they called the day he was found his birthday, Haido began to think the boy was becoming a burden. He forced him to work for his meals, his clothing, and his shelter. For a time, he became Haido's drug runner, able to survive on the streets of lower Coruscant because of his blaster, the dirty tricks he knew, and his quick wits and reflexes. Eventually, he robbed a few people and began dealing his own deathsticks, finally getting rid of the rags and meager food Haido "paid" him with. The boy began buying nice clothing and shoes with the money, having learned charisma and manners from dealing with the many women that the Ithorian and his customers associated with.
Soon, though, a few of Haido's customers found that Vorrac had stolen from them, and brought trouble to Haido's doorstep. The Empire was already tough enough on criminals, and Haido had to make a bargain with the vicious trandoshans to slave out his adoptive son, else he would have lost his legs. Kal tried to flee the place, but the reptilian aliens cornered the boy. They didn't expect his aim with a blaster to be so good, though, and he killed them both with a quick-draw of his pistol. Seeing what he'd done and knowing nothing good would come of it, the boy ran away, stowing away on a cargo freighter to find a new home. What he found was just another Hell, one far worse than the last.
The Smuggler's Moon
A startled dockworker was left with nothing but a gasp of surprise and a broken knee the day he found a young Kal Vorrac, twelve years old, scrawny, and dressed in dirty and torn clothing. The young boy gave him no chance to really react, hefting a heavy droid part at his knee and shattering the cap, giving him time to use the one skill he had always been a master of. Kal Vorrac ran like hell.
What he didn't realize at the time was how devilish and dark of a place he'd found, learning the name of the place from an old cripple in an alleyway. Having stolen from a man in a blaster shop at the cripple's request, Kal earned the right to know that he now walked upon the surface of Nar Shaddaa, the Smuggler's Moon. For the first week and a half in this new place, the hotbed of criminals and scum that orbited the world of the Hutts, Kal slept under, inside, and behind whatever would keep him from prying eyes. He obtained food and water by using his small frame and quiet demeanor to steal from, sabotage, and even hurt the many people around. Morals and ethics never came to his head, for he'd never known them; it was just another meal, another drink.
In time he gathered a few nicknames, including a very vulgar Trandoshan word that called him thief in very colorful terms. He was the littlest thief, or the ankle biter. It only took so long of this before different people offered him opportunities. The first was a Sullustan named Gav Sumbul, who offered him the job of fixing broken machinery in exchange for the use of a shower and consistent food. In reality, Gav owed a large debt to some very aggressive Hutts and needed to make money without spending too much. To Kal, however, exploitation and charity rhymed quite well.
Another Father, For a Time
Gav Sambul took Kal in at first out of both pity and dire need, making the money he needed to pay off the Hutts and sheltering the boy at the same time. He was able to use the money to keep his debt paid off, while at the same time buying the boy food and clothing. Kal was able to bathe regularly, wear decent clothing, and eat a good meal every night. By every estimation of his mind, he was in paradise, but the true benefit of this came when Gav took a liking to him. He got to know the young boy, slowly adding the Sullustan dialect to the boy's dialogue while speaking with him otherwise in Huttese, and soon came to regard him as a son.
Sambul taught Kal everything he knew about the machines he fixed, from how to rewire a protocol droid's vocal unit to how to boost the navicomputer from a freighter in under twenty seconds. Kal greedily took in the information, eager to learn anything new, glad to be off of the streets at last. Circuitry and metal became the first toys he'd ever really had, and he played with them wholeheartedly. Sadly, this life was not perfect, and would not last.
Gav Sambul, aside from having a strong sense of empathy for other beings, especially the helpless, was far from an admirable man. He was a rather heavy drinker, a gambling fiend, and was known to be excessively greedy. In working with underworld types, he would rely on his modified 3PX protocol unit, which he'd nicknamed Noisy. The droid, frequently rewired but never memory wiped, had developed an alarming number of personality quirks. Gav claimed to like these, but Kal never could get used to a droid with a personality and the droid itself hated the little boy in secret. It resented Vorrac, feeling he had usurped its place as Gav's favorite. That was when the droid's personality developments and mental modifications came together in a horrible way, and Kal was quick to spot the droid when it was conversing with some underworld types outside the shop. Kal quickly told Gav, who called the droid in to scold it and shut it down as punishment.
What happened next was either the result of far too many modifications and conversations, or of something the thugs had done to the droid. Kal never found out which one was the truth. Noisy went into a screaming rage, using its modified body to beat and bash at the Sullustan. Having been partially modified as a loadlifter and labor droid, the machine was very powerful. Gav was injured badly, and the droid then proceeded to rig the shop's machinery to explode. That was when Kal acted.
Running from his secluded corner with a fusion cutter, Kal jumped on the droid, wrestling with it and cutting at it with the tool. The machine thrashed about, slamming the boy into several machines and sharp objects and hurting the boy. Nevertheless, in his rage at seeing Sambul killed, Kal managed to slice open the droid's head and rip out his memory circuits, destroying the droid's processor in seconds with the fusion cutter. After this he ran to Gav, who was horribly crippled and couldn't free himself from beneath a fallen machine. Hearing more thugs coming to finish the job, Gav ordered Kal to leave, and the boy had no choice but to flee and weep as the shop's machines blew up and the sound of the thugs' rifles as they put an end to his second father figure. It was on this day, limping and wounded from a crazed protocol droid, that Kal's hatred of mechanical beings began.
Thy Bidding, My Mother
Coming Soon.
Physical Description
Vorrac has black hair, emerald eyes, and skin pale as ice. While not an overbearing man, he is fairly tall at six feet and keeps his medium build in perfect physical condition. His hair is kept so short that he is nearly bald, and his face is kept free of facial hair. His left arm and both legs are prosthetic parts, coated in a black armourweave similar in appearance and texture to skin. Kal always wears his Brotherhood robes, both for effect and to conceal his false body parts.
Personality
Kal is cold from a life of killing, calculating from a history of guarding his back. He likes to play with everyone and everything near him, at times even trying to subtly manipulate those far above him in status and power. He sees everything, even his own life, as a potential asset to be exploited and expended if need be. It is this disposition that supplies him with his main traits, and his only two fears.
Kal shows arrogance frequently, thinking himself naturally above all others. Also, he shows extreme vanity in his obsessive self-care and his maddening drive to make others serve him. While he is willing to dip into many luxuries, he believes in detachment from belongings and caring. He will use a woman for his lust, but he loves no one. He will enjoy a luxurious setting one moment, and burn it to the ground the next to kill the enemies within. He loves and cares about nothing, keeping himself healthy only so that he may be entirely able to use and control.
He fears only two things. Firstly, as stated, he fears growing too old to survive in his vicious setting. Secondly, he fears complete out-maneuvering, being left without any options. It is in moments like this that he fights the hardest, going nearly insane with the desire to survive and succeed. His arrogance, vanity, and lust for control can often be exploited by his betters, who know that planting such a voracious manipulator as Vorrac into a system of power can easily destroy or subvert potential rivals or foes. This manipulation of the Sith is similar to planting a vicious disease to combat another.
Finally, Vorrac is left with a strong sense of insecurity. This is why he controls. He has severe abandonment issues from the many parental figures in his life, which is what makes him isolate himself. Overall, this is the most tragic part of Kal's existence, the feeling that no matter how much he conquers, how much he consumes and destroys, he will never be worth anything. It is this that pervades every fiber of Vorrac, filling him with self-destructive rage and a ravenous drive to conquer and dominate.
Teacher
For an unknown reason, Kal Vorrac influences and teaches many younger Jedi. From his former apprentice, Vivackus Kavon, to less-formal proteges like Kara Rohana and Mehrunes Dagon, Kal is known for finding and teaching young talent. His ways of doing this are shadowy and seem to vary, though few like to even guess what sinister purpose may lay within his techniques. Most recently, however, Mograine has been introduced to the fold of Apprenticeship.
Positions Held
Trivia
- Kal is a master of the game Dejarik, having studied the game as it was played on six different worlds.
- Kal is known to build a new lightsaber every few weeks.
- A commonly-known fact about Kal Vorrac is his avid hate for all forms of droid.
- Kal is fluent in basic, high galactic, rodese, huttese, dosh, and twi'leki. He also comprehends certain varieties of droidspeak.