[b]ColdHands[/b]

[b]Pyrx Reyta / Darth Carsic[/b]

[b]Umbaran[/b]

[b]Member of the Rootai ruling class / Sith Lord[/b]

[b]Background[/b]
The Reyta family of Umbara had held its position as a member of the Rootai for the past two hundred years. Pyrx’s upbring had been like every member before him, but seeing as his father had been killed he’d been raised strictly on the influence of his mother and closest family. His force sensitivity though was hid, considering his mother's disdain of the Republic. No son of her’s would be turned into some pompous Jedi.  Though wasn’t necessarily raised by his mother since she had to help rule their people, so in her stead a tutor was was brought in to raise and educate the young Pyrx since nobility was taught by only the most peerless of educators. So in turn an outworlder, a Bith under an assumed named that much was known upon the first meeting. However being a product of their society, Pyrx’s mother let him teach her son as long as the job was done properly and without question

This mysterious Bith though wasn’t all that he seemed though, while he had that mysterious appeal it didn’t take the young Pyrx to understand the true nature of his so called teacher. Even despite being a younger being. Revealing himself to be a Sith. It surprised and delighted Pyrx, a way to thirst his unquenching thirst of power. He didn’t care about his mentor’s former life, only the ways of the Sith. His teachings went hand in hand. While studying mathematics, in secret he was being taught how to wield a lightsaber.

As the years past and Pyrx grew into an adult Umbaran, his lessons were coming to an end or at least to his way of thinking. He also grew tired of being in the shadow of his mother, he wanted his family's extensive gas and mineral mining operations. Planting the seeds for his ascension starting with his mother, who he flung from a balcony. Calling it suicide, which no one questioned but talked about it in secret away from his ears. His mentor, this unnamed Bith Sith. He killed in his sleep out of convenience and as an outsider his death wasn’t as troublesome.

Taking control of his family's assets and his mother position on the council he began to bore of his life on the top. Even if he was seizing other family’s holdings, bolstering his wealth in the process. He wasn’t content though even though Pyrx had wealth, power and the dark side of the force backing his actions. Turning his ambitions inward to the council, playing the others for fools. Pitting other council nobles against one another to make his ascension that much sweet. He was going to be the king of Umbara one way or another. As he schemed and plotted, Pyrx also acted as an ambassador to the New Republic. As a token of good will since his people had allied back behind the Empire in the past.

As the years passed he grew a bit worried, not with his takeover of Umbara but his knowledge of the Sith would pass away from existence. He needed a pupil to care on the legacy of the Sith. To carry on the legacy of Sith on. Not because of their history but lineage and tradition, he wanted to some teach and bring down the damned Republic once for all. Sending the both the Jedi and the Empire remnants back to oblivion.

[b]Force Sensitive[/b]

[b]Equipment[/b]
Lightsaber (Red)

[b]Skills[/b]
Skilled Diplomat
Ultraviolet Vision
Cunning Intuition
Ability to influence(Lesser Minds)
Form VII Vaapad Double Sided Saber Combat

[b]Character Personality[/b]
LIke all Umbaran’s Pyrx was baptized in secrecy, manipulation and misdirection. This is considered an understatement though since his depths of these elements reach deeper than most. His lustful desire for power isn’t sated by the norms of his own society, but being a king or emperor of Umbara sounded very appealing. However maneuvering around fellow Umbaran’s is difficult as the senators of the Republic know all too well since their reinduction to the senate. Anyone who has plotted against him as met out with ends that would be considered vulgar even by his own races standards, but to show for this cruelty no one has dared tried to usurp him. On the flip coin though Pyrx rewards unwavering loyalty with a generosity of a king. Calm and composed he isn’t one to act rashly, but when his anger stirs there is nothing but revenge that can sate that thirst. 

[b]Character Alignment[/b]
Dark Side

[b]Description/Picture[/b]
Pyrx is gaunt but by no means unhealthy. He is actually quite tall and strong for his species. In accordance to his own species he is in suburp health but to others mostly humans he has the appearance of the horseman death, partially because of milk white skin and sunken pale blue eyes. Pyrx has been bald for as long as he could remember, but in unison with is rounded chin his head is in an egg shaped fashion. Clasped in a shadowcloak, much like the rest of his kin. Hiding the slim digits of his fingers to the slimness of his physical being. Beneath his shadowcloak lay rich interplanetary clothing to highlight his elevated status to all species alike. 

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