Loharr Talem
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Character Backstory: Apprentice Loharr Talem
Notable Kill: Cota Ranjah
Year: 150 ABY
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The Garang Tashi Mountains…. A decent locale for an estate, if not a little bit extreme. Loharr looked around the cabin of the shuttle he was in, and something he took notice of, even back in Garang, the shuttle was full of children. From as young as 6 years old, to as old as 16, an age only two years younger than he. The only reason he managed to get onboard this transport was he lied about his true age. His physique managed to help him convince the henchmen of this falsity.
But no matter, he had a mission. His target? Infamous crime boss and gangster, Cota Ranjah. He didn’t particularly care about why the target had a bounty placed on his head, though his curiosity eventually got the better of him. He learned that in addition to smuggling illegal weapons, murder, terrorism, and more, Cota Ranjah had a rather…. Inappropriate interest in younger lifeforms. The presence of only children in the transport around him only seemed to confirm this fact.
As Loharr was deep in thought, he felt the cabin quake. They had arrived. The ramp opened and the altitudinous winds harshly whipped into the cabin, forcing some of the other inhabitants of the shuttle to shriek in surprise.
After the initial shock of the intense winds, the henchmen ordered all in the cabin to depart, where they began to put slave collars on the children. One by one, from youngest to oldest, the collars went on. Slowly, Loharr made his way up to the henchman in charge of putting the collar on. It clicked onto his throat, pinching his skin a little. It was tight around his neck and quite uncomfortable, but nothing that would kill him.
As Loharr was getting used to the feel of the collar, he saw the henchman point a remote at him, preparing to activate the collar. Acting quickly, the disguised youth reached through the Force, manipulating the henchmans’ thoughts.
“You already activated my collar.” Loharr said to the henchman.
“I already activated your collar.” The henchman echoed, as if entranced.
“Move along…” Loharr added, seemingly impatient.
“Move along.” The henchman repeated, sharing the impatience in his voice.
Loharr let out a brief, subtle sigh of relief. He had made it into Ranjah’s estate. Something that Dana, Odsolna, and several others said was impossible, at the very least incredibly challenging to do so. Though before he could celebrate his infiltration too much, he and the other children were being corralled, divided into several smaller groups.
The groups seemed to be based on hair color. Loharr’s group, which was black hair, had the fewest members, only three. With the groups made... blonde, red, brown, black… The henchmen began to escort the groups to different parts of the estate. It seemed that different parts of the estate were for specific groups of individuals. More accurately…. The children were color coded based on their hair color and kept separated by hosting them in different parts of the estate.
Once Loharr got to what would be his quarters, he quickly understood the situation here. The children around him were obviously abused, horribly so. This stoked the assassin’s anger as if someone had poured highly volatile fuel onto smoldering cinders. Cota Ranjah had used his power and strength to attain his level of infamy and influence, but Loharr saw through that the instant he saw the state these children were in.
His target used his superior strength to force children into slavery and servitude, growing complacent and stagnant with his own power. Using these children as a focus for his perceived strength. The purpose of strength was to continue to grow stronger, to challenge those who dare get in your way, to beat them back as you climb ever higher. Loharr hated people like that, those who were comfortable with their level of power, despite never truly testing its limits.
Now, truthfully, Loharr didn’t care about the children. Like a focus, they gave him a constant reminder that his target was weak, but saw himself as strong. Easy to see yourself as strong when you surround yourself with weaklings.
But that is neither here nor there.
Over the course of the next several planetary rotations, the assassin would spend his time doing chores and tasks as mandated by the guards and other such henchmen. During this time, he learned that Cota Ranjah had a preferred type, seeing as several children from his group's dormitories came back looking ragged and exhausted. Some were crying, others were not. Though, even an idiot could see they had been violated against their will.
The mere idea made Loharr sick to his stomach. Sure, he himself was an assassin and murderer, but he had standards, and that far surpassed the limits of what would be considered acceptable.
And so, Loharr began to put his plan into action.
Convincing one of the girls to switch places for the evening, Loharr got changed into a two piece outfit, with it black top and skirt, both decorated with gold and white trim. Luckily for him, the girl whom he was trading places with wasn’t particularly well endowed, so he didn’t have too big a pair of shoes to fill, metaphorically speaking. He changed his hair to match the girls’, which was simple enough. A mere ponytail, with decorative braids hanging over both ears.
With his disguise complete, Loharr was ready.
Soon, a pair of goons came to collect who was supposed to be the girl from before, but was actually Loharr. If they couldn’t tell, that was probably a good thing. They eventually brought Loharr to Cota Ranjah’s quarters. It would be the first and last time he would be in that room.
Once inside the room, Loharr’s nostrils shriveled up. The scent of alcohol was heavy in the air. It was so heavy, that he suspected that if someone sparked a match there, the fumes alone would be enough to set the room aflame.
As he stepped into the room, the henchmen stepped back out of the doors, closing them behind them. Blissful solitude. At least... Almost blissful and almost solitude. His mind recoiled at the very feel of the atmosphere. He could feel the hatred, the sorrow… the excitement.
That last emotion proved too much, as the source of it was Ranjah himself. It permeated not just the air, but the very room. It took everything Loharr had to not vomit from that feeling. The sickening scent of alcohol in the air certainly didn’t help the situation.
His mind returned to some semblance of normalcy as he remembered his mission. He took several steps forward, then heard it. The repetitive, rhythmic grunts of a fully grown man, followed by the harsh whimpering of what sounded like a young child. He froze mid stride, his anger growing exponentially. He looked left, spotting a mirror. He was taken aback instantly.
What was happening to him? What was this? His eyes scanned themselves in his reflection. He was angry, enraged at what he was hearing, but his eyes… those weren’t his eyes. His eyes were brown, but his reflection showed his eyes to be yellow and red. He stepped back in recoil, blinking as he did so. As he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as they had always been in the reflection. Brown.
‘What the hell was that?’ Loharr thought to himself, as he turned back to resume walking. As he took a single step forward, he stopped again.
Before him, standing not too much higher than him, was a particularly strong looking man, dressed in what looked to be pyjama pants and a robe. Perhaps he was trying to give off a debonair appearance, when in reality it made him look more like some rich sleazebag.
“Ah…” The man said, clearing his throat. His voice was scratchy and rough. “It kriffing took you long enough… let us eat before beginning.”
The man turned on his heel and made his way deeper into the room, entering a larger chamber. Loharr was hesitant to follow, but did so anyway. As he passed by an open doorway, he saw a bed. Rather messily unmade, clearly having been made. Scanning the bed more, Loharr’s anger was reinvigorated. On the bed, covered by sheets, Loharr saw the silhouetted form of a young girl, perhaps a year or so younger than he was. The figure was trembling and shaking, and the sound of crying was like being crashed into by a freighter.
This bastard had to die.
“Get in here and eat, schutta!” Ranjah hissed from the other room.
Angrily and reluctantly, Loharr turned his head away from the bed, making his way to the other room. There was a table, a view of the snow-capped Garang-Tashi Mountains, and a decent spread of food. Cota hadn’t sat down yet, his back was turned as he was peering through the windows at the snow-capped mountaintops.
Loharr slowly made his way across the floor, being sure not to make a sound with his footsteps. As he passed the table, he softly picked up the nearest piece of silverware, completely absentmindedly. He had no clue that it was a spoon. He made his way to Ranjah, placing his left hand on Cota’s left shoulder.
Ranjah turned around, smiling with a sultry expression upon his face. It seemed seeing what Loharr was wearing got him in the mood for various, explicit extracurricular activities.
Nope.
Not happening.
No more playing with the food.
With his expression warping from the soft, gentle look it had been portraying to a twisted, wrath consumed look, Loharr’s right arm shot up, arcing around, burying the spoon into Cota Ranjah’s eye socket. Stepping out of the way as the target began to flail and howl out in pain. Loharr watched, unsure if he was enjoying the events unraveling before him, or if he was simply viewing them. He didn’t give it too much more thought.
Stepping closer and grabbing Ranjah’s hair, Loharr kicked in the back of his knee, collapsing the hulking brute of a monster. Using the downward momentum of the collapse, he pushed forward and down on Ranjah’s head, slamming his skull into the table.
The force of the push, on top of the downwards momentum from him falling, there was an audible thud and crack as the spoon, followed by Ranjah’s head, came crashing into the table. The howling and flailing came to an abrupt halt, as the body became limp. It was no longer receiving commands from the grey matter that was sitting inside Ranjah’s skull, now thoroughly mixed around.
Loharr released Ranjah’s hair, letting the body completely crumple and collapse to the floor. A pool of blood had formed where his head was, had dragged across the table, and began to pool around the corpse's head on the floor.
The job was now done in its official capacity, but there was more work to be done.
These children would walk free this day, and there was nothing the guards could do to stop it.
Notable Kill: Cota Ranjah
Year: 150 ABY
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The Garang Tashi Mountains…. A decent locale for an estate, if not a little bit extreme. Loharr looked around the cabin of the shuttle he was in, and something he took notice of, even back in Garang, the shuttle was full of children. From as young as 6 years old, to as old as 16, an age only two years younger than he. The only reason he managed to get onboard this transport was he lied about his true age. His physique managed to help him convince the henchmen of this falsity.
But no matter, he had a mission. His target? Infamous crime boss and gangster, Cota Ranjah. He didn’t particularly care about why the target had a bounty placed on his head, though his curiosity eventually got the better of him. He learned that in addition to smuggling illegal weapons, murder, terrorism, and more, Cota Ranjah had a rather…. Inappropriate interest in younger lifeforms. The presence of only children in the transport around him only seemed to confirm this fact.
As Loharr was deep in thought, he felt the cabin quake. They had arrived. The ramp opened and the altitudinous winds harshly whipped into the cabin, forcing some of the other inhabitants of the shuttle to shriek in surprise.
After the initial shock of the intense winds, the henchmen ordered all in the cabin to depart, where they began to put slave collars on the children. One by one, from youngest to oldest, the collars went on. Slowly, Loharr made his way up to the henchman in charge of putting the collar on. It clicked onto his throat, pinching his skin a little. It was tight around his neck and quite uncomfortable, but nothing that would kill him.
As Loharr was getting used to the feel of the collar, he saw the henchman point a remote at him, preparing to activate the collar. Acting quickly, the disguised youth reached through the Force, manipulating the henchmans’ thoughts.
“You already activated my collar.” Loharr said to the henchman.
“I already activated your collar.” The henchman echoed, as if entranced.
“Move along…” Loharr added, seemingly impatient.
“Move along.” The henchman repeated, sharing the impatience in his voice.
Loharr let out a brief, subtle sigh of relief. He had made it into Ranjah’s estate. Something that Dana, Odsolna, and several others said was impossible, at the very least incredibly challenging to do so. Though before he could celebrate his infiltration too much, he and the other children were being corralled, divided into several smaller groups.
The groups seemed to be based on hair color. Loharr’s group, which was black hair, had the fewest members, only three. With the groups made... blonde, red, brown, black… The henchmen began to escort the groups to different parts of the estate. It seemed that different parts of the estate were for specific groups of individuals. More accurately…. The children were color coded based on their hair color and kept separated by hosting them in different parts of the estate.
Once Loharr got to what would be his quarters, he quickly understood the situation here. The children around him were obviously abused, horribly so. This stoked the assassin’s anger as if someone had poured highly volatile fuel onto smoldering cinders. Cota Ranjah had used his power and strength to attain his level of infamy and influence, but Loharr saw through that the instant he saw the state these children were in.
His target used his superior strength to force children into slavery and servitude, growing complacent and stagnant with his own power. Using these children as a focus for his perceived strength. The purpose of strength was to continue to grow stronger, to challenge those who dare get in your way, to beat them back as you climb ever higher. Loharr hated people like that, those who were comfortable with their level of power, despite never truly testing its limits.
Now, truthfully, Loharr didn’t care about the children. Like a focus, they gave him a constant reminder that his target was weak, but saw himself as strong. Easy to see yourself as strong when you surround yourself with weaklings.
But that is neither here nor there.
Over the course of the next several planetary rotations, the assassin would spend his time doing chores and tasks as mandated by the guards and other such henchmen. During this time, he learned that Cota Ranjah had a preferred type, seeing as several children from his group's dormitories came back looking ragged and exhausted. Some were crying, others were not. Though, even an idiot could see they had been violated against their will.
The mere idea made Loharr sick to his stomach. Sure, he himself was an assassin and murderer, but he had standards, and that far surpassed the limits of what would be considered acceptable.
And so, Loharr began to put his plan into action.
Convincing one of the girls to switch places for the evening, Loharr got changed into a two piece outfit, with it black top and skirt, both decorated with gold and white trim. Luckily for him, the girl whom he was trading places with wasn’t particularly well endowed, so he didn’t have too big a pair of shoes to fill, metaphorically speaking. He changed his hair to match the girls’, which was simple enough. A mere ponytail, with decorative braids hanging over both ears.
With his disguise complete, Loharr was ready.
Soon, a pair of goons came to collect who was supposed to be the girl from before, but was actually Loharr. If they couldn’t tell, that was probably a good thing. They eventually brought Loharr to Cota Ranjah’s quarters. It would be the first and last time he would be in that room.
Once inside the room, Loharr’s nostrils shriveled up. The scent of alcohol was heavy in the air. It was so heavy, that he suspected that if someone sparked a match there, the fumes alone would be enough to set the room aflame.
As he stepped into the room, the henchmen stepped back out of the doors, closing them behind them. Blissful solitude. At least... Almost blissful and almost solitude. His mind recoiled at the very feel of the atmosphere. He could feel the hatred, the sorrow… the excitement.
That last emotion proved too much, as the source of it was Ranjah himself. It permeated not just the air, but the very room. It took everything Loharr had to not vomit from that feeling. The sickening scent of alcohol in the air certainly didn’t help the situation.
His mind returned to some semblance of normalcy as he remembered his mission. He took several steps forward, then heard it. The repetitive, rhythmic grunts of a fully grown man, followed by the harsh whimpering of what sounded like a young child. He froze mid stride, his anger growing exponentially. He looked left, spotting a mirror. He was taken aback instantly.
What was happening to him? What was this? His eyes scanned themselves in his reflection. He was angry, enraged at what he was hearing, but his eyes… those weren’t his eyes. His eyes were brown, but his reflection showed his eyes to be yellow and red. He stepped back in recoil, blinking as he did so. As he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as they had always been in the reflection. Brown.
‘What the hell was that?’ Loharr thought to himself, as he turned back to resume walking. As he took a single step forward, he stopped again.
Before him, standing not too much higher than him, was a particularly strong looking man, dressed in what looked to be pyjama pants and a robe. Perhaps he was trying to give off a debonair appearance, when in reality it made him look more like some rich sleazebag.
“Ah…” The man said, clearing his throat. His voice was scratchy and rough. “It kriffing took you long enough… let us eat before beginning.”
The man turned on his heel and made his way deeper into the room, entering a larger chamber. Loharr was hesitant to follow, but did so anyway. As he passed by an open doorway, he saw a bed. Rather messily unmade, clearly having been made. Scanning the bed more, Loharr’s anger was reinvigorated. On the bed, covered by sheets, Loharr saw the silhouetted form of a young girl, perhaps a year or so younger than he was. The figure was trembling and shaking, and the sound of crying was like being crashed into by a freighter.
This bastard had to die.
“Get in here and eat, schutta!” Ranjah hissed from the other room.
Angrily and reluctantly, Loharr turned his head away from the bed, making his way to the other room. There was a table, a view of the snow-capped Garang-Tashi Mountains, and a decent spread of food. Cota hadn’t sat down yet, his back was turned as he was peering through the windows at the snow-capped mountaintops.
Loharr slowly made his way across the floor, being sure not to make a sound with his footsteps. As he passed the table, he softly picked up the nearest piece of silverware, completely absentmindedly. He had no clue that it was a spoon. He made his way to Ranjah, placing his left hand on Cota’s left shoulder.
Ranjah turned around, smiling with a sultry expression upon his face. It seemed seeing what Loharr was wearing got him in the mood for various, explicit extracurricular activities.
Nope.
Not happening.
No more playing with the food.
With his expression warping from the soft, gentle look it had been portraying to a twisted, wrath consumed look, Loharr’s right arm shot up, arcing around, burying the spoon into Cota Ranjah’s eye socket. Stepping out of the way as the target began to flail and howl out in pain. Loharr watched, unsure if he was enjoying the events unraveling before him, or if he was simply viewing them. He didn’t give it too much more thought.
Stepping closer and grabbing Ranjah’s hair, Loharr kicked in the back of his knee, collapsing the hulking brute of a monster. Using the downward momentum of the collapse, he pushed forward and down on Ranjah’s head, slamming his skull into the table.
The force of the push, on top of the downwards momentum from him falling, there was an audible thud and crack as the spoon, followed by Ranjah’s head, came crashing into the table. The howling and flailing came to an abrupt halt, as the body became limp. It was no longer receiving commands from the grey matter that was sitting inside Ranjah’s skull, now thoroughly mixed around.
Loharr released Ranjah’s hair, letting the body completely crumple and collapse to the floor. A pool of blood had formed where his head was, had dragged across the table, and began to pool around the corpse's head on the floor.
The job was now done in its official capacity, but there was more work to be done.
These children would walk free this day, and there was nothing the guards could do to stop it.