La planète de Balmorra, la planète numéro un de la République pour les armes et la fabrication de droïdes de combat. Chace Hadred, un soldat qui était coincé dans cette mission de garde terne depuis plus de trois ans et presque entièrement pendant la guerre, était assis dans un bar à Sobrik avec un groupe de ses copains qui étaient aussi hors service et regardaient les nouvelles pendant qu'ils riaient et plaisantaient. L'un d'eux, James Mitchell, a serré Chace. "Allez, mec. Nous sommes tous hors service, essayez de vous amuser." Chace regarde James et secoue sa tête.
"Oh bien sûr, riez-vous sur un affichage facile alors que nos frères et sœurs en armes sont en train de mourir en combattant l'invasion de Sith." James roula les yeux et se retourna vers les autres, tandis que Chace le renversa dans son dos. "Sentez-vous libre de continuer à faire ça, je garderai la trace de la guerre." Avec un grognement de dégoût, il retourne son attention aux nouvelles.
"-_Spire_ a été abattue au-dessus de Taris aujourd'hui et les Sith armada ont bloqué et occupé la planète, probablement à la recherche de survivants. Nous vous apporterons plus que nous l'apprenons." De là, il est devenu le bulletin météorologique hebdomadaire pour la région locale et Chace soupira. Il ne connaissait aucun vaisseau avec Spire en leur nom, et aucun de ses potes hors-monde ne partageait leurs missions, pas avec la guerre qui allait mal. En regardant les autres, il soupire et s'assoit à la table où ils jouaient aux cartes. "Fais-moi entrer." Avec un clin d'œil, la personne qui tourne, c'est de négocier donne à Chace sa main et le groupe de soldats vont à leur jeu.
Name:Jorraan Elveticus
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance:

(Armored Appearance)

(Face.)
Profession: Sith Lord
Equipment:
His Mother's lightsaber.
Numerous poisons and other herbal remedies.
Comm
Personality:Jorraan is, at his core, a political animal. Despite the harsh training he has received through his life, the 'softness' of training he received in his youth never truly left him. He prefers words to combat, but is not opposed to fighting it out. He possesses a strong ambitious streak and a steel will. That said, he is quite stubborn. His close relationship with his mother during his youth have made him naturally trusting towards middle aged or older women, even if it is dangerous to do so.
Back Story:
Born the second son to a minor Sith House twenty-four years ago upon Dromund Kaas, Jorraan's early life was filled with a heady education, martial training, and the philosophy of the dark side. While his older brother, Dormante, received the large share of their Father's attention, Jorraan became his mother's favorite. House Elveticus, a House that had fallen in ill repute since a scandal a few generations back, had maneuvered it's way to potentially regaining the Dark Council's favor. This was in large part due to Lady Elorana Elveticus's apt political maneuvering. Jorraan observed all this with a keen eye from his mother's nurse strings. Unfortunately fate did not see fit to grant House Elveticus a reemergence. When Jorraan was but twelve years of age, his mother perished to a wasting illness. Hordet Elveticus, a burly man more at home on the battlefield than politics, squandered the opportunity for restoration and doomed his House to obscurity.
At this time, Dormant would leave for the Sith Academy hidden upon the ancient planet to begin his training leaving Hordet and Jorraan to the empty estate. Hordet would turn his attention to the younger man and impart his martial knowledge to the boy. A slim frame prevented Jorraan from studying the more aggressive styles and so he found himself a student of the dexterous and agile Ataru form. Though much of his time was consumed with his martial training, the boy never forgot his mother's aspirations.
At the age of eighteen, Jorraan was also sent to the Academy. A few short weeks later, his brother died to an extremely painful poison fed to him by an enemy Acolyte. Jorraan had ascended to become heir of House Elveticus. Two years passed among the dreadful halls. It was here that Jorraan truly became Sith, mastering the philosophies of the Sith Code. At the age of twenty, he was chosen as an apprentice to a powerful Darth by the name of Siree. Siree, imparted a great deal of knowledge to the young man teaching him both the martial and sorcerous arts. Sith Magic became as child's play to the young man, and he began the journey of studying the Makashi style. Jorraan soon rose to the rank of Lord in his twenty-third year. Nonetheless, it is the way of the Sith to covet power.
Foolishly unaware of the greater games being played, Jorraan murdered his Master by botching a ritual of great interest to the Sith Emperor. This choice would cause his exile from the hidden Sith Empire. By order of the Dark Council, Jorraan was placed among the armies of Darth Revan to assist in their assault upon the Republic. With Revan's death, however, Jorraan could not stomach being under the command of the fallen Jedi Malak. The man deserted from the ranks of the Sith and now finds himself torn over his place in the Galaxy.