Kadgur Edar

Kadgur Edar
Biographical Information
Race	Zabrak
Homeworld	Dathomir
Clan	Nightbrothers of Dathomir
Marital Status	Single
Spouse	Yemeslari
Born	Year -6 Day 53
Languages	Dathomirian, Zabraki, Galactic Basic, Paecian
Religion	Nightsisters of Dathomir
Physical Description
Gender	Male
Height	1.87 meters
Weight	182 kilograms
Eye Color	Green
Political Information
Affiliation

A native Zabrak who hails from the world of Dathomir. A planet ruled by the matriarchy, where the Dark Side of the Force flourishes and the mysterious and ever so illusive Magicks dominate the land. A broad and meaty figure, who makes a strong, yet calm impression. A serious look locked on his face with an inquisitive glimmer playing in the Zabrak’s emerald eyes.

A Warrior Culture

At the age of 10, Kadgur would be dragged out of his home by his father. Ever since that day Kadgur would be sparring with the others in his village. His days now only consisted of one thing. Hurting. Both him getting hurt and him inflicting pain on others. Kadgur wasn’t the exception, all the other children in the village were also present, for it was mandatory. The Zabrak culture was that of a warrior culture. Training the perfect soldier, training the perfect… Killer. Ranging from hand-to-hand combat to fighting with sharp and blunt weapons. Learning the advantages and disadvantages of each weapon. It was as his father had explained to him on that faithful day when he turned 10 years old. The Nightbrothers had provided for him, and now they expected to see profit from their investment. The Clan needed Kadgur to prepare for when the Nightsisters would come.

The Crucible

By the time the young Zabrak had 18 years to his name he was an expert in close quarter combat. At this moment in time, a creature, the Zabrak had never seen before made its appearance in the village. This creature was bipedal, pale, slender and had markings covering her from head to toe. In many ways like his brothers, yet it was something fundamentally different from them. This creature was named Yemeslari. She announced that she was a Nightsister and had come to find a suitable mate. The words seemed to echo through the empty streets of the village and then a silence fell upon all who were present, heavily. Some of the ‘Brothers looked at each other and others couldn’t help but shuffle. The female’s gaze was set on them, making them uncomfortable. And yet her gaze wasn’t aimed at them, it was as if she was looking through them. A few more minutes the silence lingered, and then she announced that there would be a triumvirate of trials.

The Meaning of Life… Or the Lack of It...

Years passed by and Kadgur was miserable. Was this what his life would look like? Was this what the Dathomirian had bled and killed for? All the obstacles he overcame only to be treated like cattle. For whenever his mistress would call upon him and perform the rite to create offspring. Offspring, the word filled Kadgur with anger. With every fiber in his body he detested this ‘wretch’. Yet, he couldn’t do anything. Kadgur may have been deadly to any other creature on the Red Planet, but this woman wielded powers beyond his comprehending. She controlled powers that could only be described as sickly green, mist. Or how Yemeslari would name it ‘Magicks’. Refusal would lead to certain death and no matter how miserable he felt, the Zabrak did not have a death wish. So he did what he had to and bid his time.