Character Sheet: Agran

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First name: Agran

Surname: Grond

Title/position: Sith Acolyte

Race: Sith-Blooded Human

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Birthday: 1/13/1BTC

Height: 187 cm

Weight: 88 kg

Skin colour: Pale Caucasian

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Blue

Force sensitive: Yes

Physical Description:

Agran is a pale-skinned, well-built man in his mid 20s shaped by rigorous training and Sith discipline. His frame is lean and yet powerful, clearly the product of both martial conditioning and survival under pressure as befitting of any Acolyte. Piercing blue eyes set beneath his brown hair cut into a simple mop top and they give him a cold, calculating presence, more accustomed to observing than engaging. Freckles lightly mark his face, subtle against his fair complexion, and a single horizontal scar runs cleanly beneath his chin, a reminding trace of violence from his past. There's little vanity in his appearance, only function and the quiet tension of someone forged for purpose.

Personality:

Agran carries the discipline of an Imperial upbringing- measured, controlled, and unwavering in the presence of authority, mixed with the rigorous training of a Sith Acolyte. He is watchful rather than loud, respectful, at times silver-tongued and still rarely drawn into the petty rivalries that consume his peers. A tactician at heart, he approaches conflict with calculated precision, choosing his battles with care and favoring restraint when it serves the greater outcome. His loyalty is quiet, firm and practical, rooted in respect for the chain of command and a clear understanding of his duty, rather than empty words or sentiment. Beneath his composed exterior lies a steel will, forged by a staunch belief in the Sith Doctrine as it applies to the Empire’s best interests, for him strength is not found in chaos but in firm control, and power is most meaningful when it serves a lasting design and thus best applied with purpose, not impulse.

Backstory:

Agran Grond, second to his brother Pizzotus of a year, was born and raised on Dromund Kaas, deep within the shadowed spires of Imperial civilization. His family, though not among the great Sith houses, boasts a traceable lineage of Sith-blooded ancestry, a fact that grants them some respect, but not influence. His parents, Lola Martis and Prismo Grond, serve the Empire in modest but respectable roles: one within administration, the other within military logistics. Devoted, disciplined, and quietly proud of their heritage.

Their Force sensitivity revealed itself not in a dramatic vision or test, but in the flickers of childhood conflict as natural and unrefined as the emotions that caused them. One day, during a particularly heated argument in the courtyard outside their family’s quarters, Agran shoved Pizzotus with a flash of anger, only to watch his brother stumble back several meters, far more than his strength should have allowed. Moments later, Pizzotus retaliated with a wild shove of his own, knocking Agran off his feet without laying a hand on him. The air around them had cracked with invisible tension, and both boys stood frozen, breathless, realizing something ancient had stirred within them. Their parents, silent witnesses from the window above, knew then that the blood of the Sith had not run thin.

Shortly after the incident, the brothers were brought before an Imperial assessor stationed on Dromund Kaas. Their potential in the Force was confirmed without question. With little ceremony and no protest, they were assigned to begin their training on Korriban, as was tradition for Force-sensitive youths of Sith-blooded heritage.

At the Academy, the brothers quickly diverged in method:

- Pizzotus embraced brute strength and bold confrontation. His instincts were raw, his actions loud and decisive.

- Agran, while no stranger to confrontation, tempered his aggression with foresight. He did not avoid battle, he studied when it was the right time to draw blade and fight, and when it was smarter to take a different approach.

While others sought to dominate for dominance’s sake, Agran held to a different idea: that true power lied in restraint, in precision, and in serving a vision greater than oneself. To him, the Empire is not a throne to be seized, but a machine that must be protected, improved, and ultimately perfected. Upon completing their time on Korriban, both brothers were chosen to serve and continue their training under the Blazing Sun of House Horuset, a distinction that they and their family regarded as a great honor. This opportunity was seen not only as a mark of their promise but also as a call to push themselves further, to rise to the expectations set before them, and to prove their worth within the Empire’s unforgiving hierarchy.