User:Kah'ri Marru
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| Kah'ri Marru | |
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Male |
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1.83 m / 6’0” |
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80.0 kg / 176 lbs |
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Brown |
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Green |
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Clan Scholae Palatinae
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Feevo Reevo |
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Green / Orange (held in offhand) |
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Acolyte Brynjar Alpin |
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- "I am Kah’ri Marru, of Onderon. Son of the Marru Legacy and Force Disciple of Clan Scholae Palatinae! I am regal, I am dignified, and my life will not be determined by one act!"
- ― Kah’ri Marru to himself
A former member of the Black Sun, Kah'ri exudes an air of confidence in his abilities, tempered by his lack of trust in other people’s honesty. He has honed his street smarts and resourcefulness through years of navigating the treacherous underworld. His interactions with others are measured, reflecting his ability to adapt to various situations and people.
Beneath his prideful exterior, Kah'ri harbors a complexity that transcends his criminal past. Perhaps driven by personal motivations that extend beyond the syndicate, he wrestles with a sense of guilt or a burning desire for redemption. This internal conflict has plagued him for years, having never taken time to examine it closer…Until now…
History
Early Life
Kah’ri Marru was born in in 13 ABY to Tos’ahn and Eema Marru, a family of proud standing on Onderon. Expectation wrapped itself around him from the first breath — not just to carry the Marru name, but to elevate it. His mother, a keen voice within the Onderonian Parliament during the time of the Clone Wars, believed in the strength of independence; his father, a merchant of old-world values, spoke often of legacy and memory as if they were treasures heavier than gold.
Riches to Rags
In the waning days of Onderon's independence, Kah’ri Marru was sent away to apprentice under a prominent diplomat — a proud tradition for families of his standing. His parents, Tos'ahn and Eema Marru, spoke of it as a great honor, a first step toward the legacy they hoped he would carry forward.
Unbeknownst to Kah’ri, disaster struck in his absence. Political tensions on Onderon escalated violently, and the Marru family was caught in the crossfire of a brutal power shift. Both Tos'ahn and Eema were killed during the upheaval, casualties of machinations far larger than themselves. Kah’ri’s younger brother, Rennik Marru, vanished during the chaos — presumed dead, though no body was ever recovered.
When Kah’ri finally returned, he found only ruins of the life he had left behind. His family’s estate had been seized and repurposed by the new regime; the once-proud Marru name was spoken, if at all, as a historical footnote. No inquiries had been made after the missing son abroad. No inheritance had been set aside. The world had moved on without him.
Left with nothing but the clothes on his back and a roiling bitterness in his heart, Kah’ri abandoned the idealism of his youth. The legacy he had been promised was a lie. If the galaxy would not remember him for who he was, it would remember him for what he became.
Life Of Crime
Kah’ri Marru learned early that survival demanded more than cleverness — it demanded invisibility. After the death of his parents under suspicious circumstances, Kah’ri drifted into the streets of Iziz, slipping between the cracks of a society eager to forget the Marru name.
At first, his thefts were simple, desperate: a meal here, a coin purse there. But over time, his skills sharpened. He could read a mark, pick a lock, vanish into a crowd. Petty crime became a daily rhythm — a way to eat, a way to live.
But Kah’ri’s existence was a loose end. Unbeknownst to him, the fall of House Marru had not been a tragic accident but a carefully orchestrated betrayal — one that enriched powerful figures within Onderon’s ruling circles. His survival threatened to expose a conspiracy that relied on silence.
When a merchant Kah’ri targeted for a quick score turned out to have ties to these conspirators, it placed him in deadly proximity to secrets he was never meant to survive long enough to uncover. Word spread quickly through quiet channels. A contract was issued, not out of hatred, but necessity.
The realization came not as a grand revelation, but a gnawing instinct — the glances that lingered too long, the friendly faces that suddenly turned cold. Kah’ri was smart enough to know when the air itself became dangerous.
There was no plan, no grand escape. When opportunity struck — a freighter taking on supplies in the dead of night — Kah’ri acted. He slipped aboard under a tarp of cargo, heart pounding, knowing only that Onderon was no longer safe.
He left behind the only world he had ever known, carrying with him nothing but his wits, his scars, and the deep, smoldering need to survive.
After escaping Onderon, Kah’ri Marru spent the next few years living by wit alone. Petty thefts and small-time cons kept him afloat, but it was only a matter of time before he was drawn into something larger. The Black Sun syndicate found use for a man of his particular skills — sleight of hand, forgery, smuggling rare artifacts, and deception without hesitation. Each success hardened Kah’ri’s pride and dulled the memory of all he had lost. Life under the syndicate was about usefulness, and Kah’ri made himself indispensable.
For nearly a decade, he built a quiet reputation within the Black Sun’s middle ranks, known for his discretion and subtlety rather than brute force. His work was clean, efficient, and mostly untraceable. Beneath the growing confidence, however, lay a hollowed soul — a man surviving, not living.
The Fracture
It ended not with a grand betrayal but with a simple mistake — someone else’s greed during a high-profile heist on Nar Shaddaa. Needing a scapegoat, a Black Sun lieutenant branded Kah’ri as a liability. His contracts vanished overnight. Former allies looked the other way, and Kah’ri was left exposed. Exile came in slow, suffocating steps rather than swift violence, but Kah’ri knew better than to wait for death to find him.
Adrift and hunted, he abandoned the only life he had built in the stars.
Rumors had circulated for years — stories of a hidden organization beyond the Outer Rim, a place where the Force was not only acknowledged but sharpened. Kah’ri had once dismissed them as drunken tales. Now, they were the only thread he could pull.
With nothing left to lose, he followed whispers into the Unknown Regions. Under a false name and aboard a stolen freighter, he disappeared from known space. In 39 ABY, at the age of twenty-six, Kah’ri Marru found the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.
Or perhaps, as he would later wonder, it had found him.
A New Leaf
[In Development] … His criminal now behind him, Kah’ri embarked on a new mission - one for truth among a galaxy of lies.
Clan Scholae Palatinae
[In Development] ...
Where Kah'ris Come From
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No More Running
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Quaestor Days
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The Onderon Legacy
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Physical Description
Kah’ri is a tall and lean-built fellow. His shoulder-length brown and gold hair is loosely slicked back allowing his natural waves to flow. The golden shades accentuated the waves. Kah’ri has piercing green eyes that some swear will begin to become extremely reflective, appearing to almost glow when he gets emotional. His pale skin shows signs of a tan that has faded, which contrasts the black sun-shaped tattoo on the underside of his left wrist.
