Vorian Hadal

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Vorian Hadal
Biographical Information
Race	Selkath
Homeworld	Manaan
Clan	Aetos
House	Bes'uliik
Born	Y14 BCGT
Physical Description
Gender	Male
Height	1.6m / 5’3”
Weight	60 kg / 132 lbs
Coloring	Blue
Eye Color	Black
Political Information
Affiliation	The Creators Hyrotii Ventures
Title	Architect
Prior Affiliation	Cantrell Conglomerate

Biography

Early Background

Born into a well-off merchant family of Manaan, Vorian was the third of four offspring. Naturally, the eldest received the most privilege in the family business, and Vorian wound up being tasked with shuttling the family’s wares from place to place while the other, more ‘senior’ siblings had more direct roles. Not successful enough to trade offworld, Vorian’s family shipped goods between the kolto companies and foreigners.

Essentially a glorified quartermaster, Vorian had his lot in life fairly well established until one fateful day the cargo sub he was overseeing was attacked by a large and rambunctious firaxan shark. The sub’s countermeasures did little to help and the cheap sub, little more than a box with a propeller, was doomed. One more aft blow from the massive shark and the engine would detonate. But the Force was watching out for him, for his salvation was already aboard the sub.

One of Manaan’s wealthiest clans had purchased a savage krakana from Mon Calamari as an exotic pet, and this happened to be Vorian’s cargo. As the sub lost power, the krakana escaped its force-field enclosure and butchered the rest of the crew. Breaking off its assault on the ship, the firaxa engaged the krakana in a deadly dance in three dimensions while the sub plummeted down one of Manaan’s deepest trenches.

Trapped within the twisted, shredded shell of the sub his family was too cheap to reinforce, Vorian’s well-fed posterior couldn’t squeeze through the mangled wreckage. Stranded in the deepest darkness, serrated shrapnel embedded deeply in his side, Vorian gave up and waited to die.

And waited.

And waited.

But the Force had other plans for him, as Vorian’s wreck had settled atop a kolto vent, and this miraculous substance brought him back from the razor’s edge of doom. For six months—an eternity in pitch-blackness of the trench—Vorian was stuck in the wreckage, living off of unrefined kolto and marine snow, until he was finally emaciated enough to simply swim through the mauled wreckage. Alone, barely alive, Vorian clawed his way up the food chain until he found another Selkath pod.

Finally reunited with his family, his ordeal having focused his will and sharpened his mind, Vorian claimed his share of the family assets, liquidated them to secure a ship, and took to the stars.

Fish Takes To The Stars

His first venture was piloting for Rivengold Industries. Sitting inside a cockpit was something he knew well, zoning off during long hyperspace trips just like the long sub trips he used to make. It was even similar in that if you didn’t pull the stop lever on time, you crashed into your destination.

But every calm and quiet job eventually becomes too dreary, too dull, and Vorian wanted more. Something more exciting than watching hyperlines zip past for days on end, just to turn around and watch the same hyperlines on the return trip.