Lord Ser'ok

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* Father - *Jedi Knight Saerro (Deceased)*
* Mother - *Sith Seer Maravelle (Deceased)*
* Twin Sister - *Sith Marzahni Ser'ul (Deceased)*

**Extended Family:**

* Adoptive Daughter - *Shyani Javlar Ser'kes (Alive)*

* Mar-Ser Noble Estate, Alderaan

* Daughter: Shyani Javlar Ser'kes

**Biological:**

* None

* Cyberneticist
* Roboticist

**Supplementary Expertise:**

* Field-Tech
* Comm-Tech
* Security Consultant

* Lord Marzahno Ser'ok

**Inactive:**

* Sith Marzahni Ser'ul
* Shadow Master Mar Shank

**Story (N)PC's:**

* Captain Marv'eir
* Dr. Bobob Kelso

Lord Ser'ok, born ***Marzahno*** (*Surname unknown*) is a Miraluka, cybernetically-enhanced, male Lord of the Sith. He also serves as CEO and sole Founder of TwinTech Industries, an intergalactic company specializing in Cyber- and Robo-Tech Research, Development, and Mass-Manufacturing. TwinTech Industries (***link pending***) is also the central focus from which the Sith Powerbase of Lord Ser'ok expands outward, spreading his influence across the galaxy at large along with it. In certain parts of the galaxy, Lord Ser'ok is also known by an alias: "The Dragon." Another alias, confirmed to be an alter ego persona of Lord Ser'ok, is known simply as: "<REDACTED>."

## Biography & History

* Early Life
* Life in the Empire

* Childhood
* Early Teens
* Adult Gladiator-turned-Sith Acolyte

First Imperial Record of Marzahno's existence was roughly at age 3, back in 5 ATC. A Smuggler was detained on Tatooine, his vessel searched. Imperial Port Authorities found Marzahno and Marzahni, twin Miraluka, locked inside a cargo crate. With no identification, no evidence of wrongdoing, and no apparent language comprehension… Imperial Officers let the children go. However, orders were given to the local branch of Imperial Intelligence... who adopted a wait-and-see approach; recognizing these Miraluka orphans as the potential, Republic sympathizers they may be.

At the age of 6, Marzahno was confirmed to have been hired as an assistant by Braagh, owner of a Droid Repair shop in the settlement of Mos Anek, Tatooine. This news came on the heels of a police report automatically filed in response to Braagh's own shop's security system being triggered... a report that included an uncannily similar description to the Miraluka twins. This police report was responded to by local, Tatooinian authorities... but Braagh decided not to press charges, likely using it as leverage against the boy to incentivize his swift acceptance of the shop owner's subsequent job offer.

When Marzahno was 9, Braagh was found dead in his shop. The scene, according to forensic reports, indicated Braagh was decapitated - executioner style - on his knees. No evidence of a struggle, of resistance on Braagh's part... was found. Marzahno was questioned by the local authorities, and interrogation logs suggested that the boy knew quite a bit more than he was letting on... but the locals couldn't get him to talk, even after putting excess pressure on him... and the boy had a verified alibi, so eventually they released him from their custody.

By age 11, Marzahno reportedly began working for the local branch of Exchange, Co. in the settlement of Mos Elrik, Tatooine. Countless reports of him running around town, going door to door, sometimes entering personal domiciles for an hour at a time... never staying in any one place for too long. Imperial Intelligence confirmed his various, unpredictable travels to be tied to the tasks of an Exchange Enforcer, demanding 'protection payments' on behalf of the Exchange from all manner of the Tatooine Citizenry.

Marzahno worked in this capacity for nearly 3 years' time.

Marzahno was working for the Mos Elrik, Tatooine branch of Exchange, Co. as one of their Enforcers from the ages of 11 to 14.

At age 14, Marzahno suddenly stopped running around and collecting 'protection payments' from the local populace as he'd done, day in and day out for nearly 3 years. Instead, his daily routine shifted drastically... in the early hours of each morning, before Tatooine's twin suns rose on the horizon, he would travel to the outskirts of Mos Elrik by taxi service... deep into the dunes, to a makeshift stadium built into the sand. A fighting ring, illegal on Tatooine as it was not sponsored by the Hutts, nor was the Hutt Cartel faction at large receiving their cut of the profits. Even so, Imperial Intelligence was still following their orders: a wait-and-see approach, no direct contact or interference permitted. As such, operatives in the field easily infiltrated the stadium as a member of the audience, blending with the crowd, and confirmed that Marzahno was going there each day to fight in a gladitorial-style betting arena. One of the "Ring's Rowdiest" as the honorary title was, reportedly. Ten fighters, the best and longest-surviving in the stadium's history... each faced off against their fair share of volunteer challengers. Those that didn't have a challenger lined up for them any given day, would train and practice amongst themselves in the lower levels, in the fighter's quarters, where only one of the ten 'champions' - and stadium staff - were allowed to go.

Marzahno got progressively more proficient in battle over the months and years ahead... especially with the dual vibro-swords of rare, Mandalorian Wars-era design he wielded in each of his fights. Even so, it became quickly apparent that some latent force sensitivity must have been working through him. Imperial Intelligence reported that Marzahno had taken innumerable wounds in battle that should have been fatal, or at least should have crippled him irrevocably... yet, in blatant defiance of Intelligence profilers, as well as biological analysts... the Miraluka teen would shrug off enormous amounts of punishment, as if they were nothing compared to the ferocious retaliation he visited upon his opponents. It seemed that the more Marzahno got injured, the more resilient to further harm he was... and the more his opponent goaded him, frustrated him with their evasive maneuvers, or otherwise caused Marzahno to grow enraged..... the harder, the faster, and the more deadly his blows became. Though Intelligence field operatives could not confirm or deny their theory, that the Force was being used - either consciously or unconsciously - to enhance and protect the Miraluka... consulting with Sith Intelligence yielded as close to a confirmation of these suspicions as one could hope for.

Marzahno would work for and fight as part of the "Ring's Rowdiest" every day for nearly 8 years, each year growing more vicious and skilled in close-quarters combat and with those dual vibro-swords of his.
After nearly 8 years fighting in that illegal, gladiatorial ring in the dunes of Tatooine... Marzahno was 22 years old when a disturbance in the Mos Anek marketplace involving someone matching his description perfectly... led a Dark Lord of the Sith, one Darth Sinasi, to investigate what he suspected to be a rogue Sith element... but, upon defusing the situation, reportedly Darth Sinasi had recognized the dark side was, indeed, working through Marzahno... but it was untrained, unpredictable... so Marzahno was brought to the Sith Academy of the Adumbrate for tutelage, as a fresh Acolyte recruit.

* Academy of the Adumbrate
* Lordship among the Adumbrate
* Loved and Lost, Twice Over

At age 22, Marzahno began his training as a Sith Acolyte in the Adumbrate Academy. After being given the tour of Academy grounds and dropping off a paltry knapsack of possessions at his bunk in the student dorms... he ended up sleeping his first night at the Adumbrate in the on-grounds medbay, for injuries and force electrical burns sustained after he picked a fight with not one, but two Sith Apprentices... and reportedly dealt a surprisingly deep blow to one of the Apprentice's kneecaps with his blade, before being incapacitated with Force Lightning by the other.

This... was the start of a pattern which would develop for him, a sign of his turbulent struggle to come. Time and again, his brash nature, his outspoken and consequence-heedless demeanor would land him in trouble... be it political, physical, emotional, or otherwise. Despite these clear character flaws - or perhaps due to them - he caught the attention of a Sith Lord by the name of Vexarios, who took Marzahno on as his Apprentice not long after his initial arrival. Progress in his Sith Trials was slow under Lord Vexarios, who could barely be bothered to task his student with anything specific. As such, Marzahno was largely left to his own devices as an Apprentice, free to wander the grounds as he wished and to learn from others at the Adumbrate Academy... and to earn his fair share of harsh lessons, as well.

One moment, in particular, the then-Novice Apprentice Marzahno spoke brazenly and devoid of proper Sith Etiquette or respect... claiming that he feared nothing, least of all Darth Anihrul... and he spoke this directly to her face, to the face of the Dark Lord over all the Adumbrate powerbase, which includes the Academy that he attended. In response, she informed him he was foolish, and that if he valued his life... he would learn to fear her. Still, he stayed the course... replying that he had seen no reason, yet, he should fear her. So, she decided to show him... he was pushed up against a nearby statue, made of metals as it was... and held there, in her Force Grip, whilst she tore fragmented shards of the statue from it, embedding those metallic shards into his legs, arms, and midsection... crucifying him to the statue, painfully. Then, before she walked away... she tasked a lesser Lord with the remainder of his punishment, suggesting that this Lord among the Sith could do whatever seemed befitting the crime. This Lord decided the loss of an appendage was appropriate... but she asked Novice Apprentice Marzahno first, whether he'd like her to cut out his tongue... his reply was a pleading no. As such, she drew her lightsaber, igniting the deep red blade... and made a clean cut just above his elbow joint... perfectly severing his right, dominant arm at a spot where the majority of his muscle tendons, nerve endings, and bone structure above the elbow... were left in a fairly-functional state. Then, she freed him from his metallic statue crucifix... letting him drop to the ground, and leaving him to his fate from there.

Marzahno had two choices in this moment: let himself die, an arm missing due to his big mouth... or crawl with one arm, scavenge the grounds for the materials needed..... so he set off, crawling on his knees and lone hand, set to the desperate task of building a makeshift prosthetic. Luckily, he had plenty of spare parts back at the student dorms, he had been tinkering in his ample spare time, and his upbringing on Tatooine made him well-versed in the art of turning scrap metal junk into useful tools, traps, or weapons. Turns out, between one functioning arm and the Force as his ally, paired with his scrappy, technologically-inclined skillset... he rose to the task well, and quickly too. With desperation to survive this as fuel for his efforts, Marzahno did - against all odds - manage to build a prototype prosthetic for himself. It was a janky, rusted, scrap and junk metal sourced deformity, and with a 3-claw to pass as fingers and a thumb to start... it was hardly worth the effort, all told. Even so, after talking his sister through the process of helping him surgically attach it to his nub of a limb... a new plan took shape in his mind, a new path forward... new ways he could pass the long hours of the night, when sleep still eluded yet all the public Academy lessons had ceased for the day. Innovation, reiteration, self-improvement, and further Cybernetic augmentation. He would adapt, he would improve upon the rusted makeshift monstrosity he calls an arm... step by step, piece by piece... he would build fresh strength out of this weakness, and he would do it on his terms. Throughout the weeks and months thereafter... he did improve upon what he had built, until it was actually more useful than his original arm... Even, briefly, entertaining the idea of chopping his left arm off himself, so he could do it all over again... but ultimately, he decided it wasn't the right move... not right then and there, anyway.

Even so, he became well-accustomed to all this free time his master left him with... which turned out to be doubly important, as Lord Vexarios soon came to Marzahno... informing him of some vague, personal matters he needed to attend to at length... for an indefinite period of time. As it turned out, Marzahno wouldn't see or hear from his soon-to-be-Former Master, Lord Vexarios, for nearly 4 years time... luckily, though, he trained hard on his own, attended as many public lessons held by others at the Academy as he could... becoming an intermediate practitioner in 4 of the 7 saber forms before he was even considered a Full Apprentice, before more than two of his Sith Trials out of 5 was completed... before Marzahno's 24th year of life would even begin.

It was due to this, and his desire to hone a 5th form to Intermediary level... to hone Juyo form, in particular, that the opportunity arose for him to be reassigned as the Apprentice to one Lord Keira'mol, an expert practitioner of Juyo Form and a masterful wielder of her own saberstaff. Upon the approval of the Adumbrate's Dark Lord Anihrul, Marzahno became Lord Keira'mol's apprentice in Vexarios' extended absence and neglect.

Marzahno's training under her was brutal, and tireless. Where Vexarios was a lax, easygoing, and accommodating Master... Keira'mol was strict, sadistic, and punishing. Every day, another beating... pain delivered for the sole purpose of delivering it unto him. Every lesson, a reminder of his place far beneath her. Every Trial, an excuse to either cast him aside as the humiliating failure he was... or to deliver even more pain, attempt to crush his spirit, leave his body broken and bloody... and simply because 'he had now proved he could handle that much more of it.'

So, Marzahno used his master just as much as she used him. He was an outlet, a warm body she could take all her frustrations out on in battle... she was a prime, steadily growing source of hatred, resentment, and willful defiance which brought him strength enough to withstand each beating a little more, to fight her back a little harder and faster... and, in the end, to rise on his own merits... as her equal.

Founding his company, TwinTech Industries, involved leading a group of fellow Sith, Imperial Contractors, and Military personnel on a mission to liberate a long-abandoned settlement in the vast Dune Sea of Tatooine... from a more recently moved-in gang presence. This outpost became the spot TwinTech HQ still resides, to this day.

It also required him to make connections, within the Sith Order and among the Empire's various Non-Force Sensitive personnel... arranging a deal with investors in his company start-up, devising a business strategy, finding and claiming the rights to the company's first, mass-produced product to sell to its customers... any and all business decisions between and beyond, with no help offered by nor requested of his master, Lord Keira'mol. Eventually, making a long-term contractual deal with Darth Cairan, within the Sphere of Scientific Advancement, who had contacts in Military Offense who had need of expendable infantry support amidst the reignited war against the Republic, post-Zakuul invasion... leading TwinTech to ship out thousands of combat-model droids, sold to the Military branches for their war efforts.

Finally, through Darth Cairan's letter of recommendation - as well as Sith Marzahno's value as a field operations leader, a teacher of fellow Sith, and the evidence of profits made through his lucrative deal with Darth Cairan - Marzahno earned the distinction of Lord among the Sith, at the ripe age of 25.

Lord Marzahno Ser'ok - or, more accurately, just Lord Ser'ok - found his ascension to Lord among the Sith... hollow. A hard-fought and well-deserved victory, sure... but the moment his ascension was made official, he realized it was near-meaningless. Just another step toward the top, the never-ending stairwell of titles. An existence spent eternally unsatisfied; that is what awaited him every step of the way.

On the one hand, this was a blessing... it meant by his very nature, he was predisposed to following the Sith Code. Never would he be content with his present circumstances, so he literally cannot help but strive for more. Yet, as with everything in life... this was just as much of a curse. He realized that, if he wanted to find happiness, or any semblance of joy and love for life and in his very existence... he'd have to find it outside of his ambitions, outside of work - be it his work as CEO of TwinTech Industries or as a Sith Lord. So, he kept his mind and heart open to the idea of companionship... and, after a short while, he found it.

A new Acolyte arrived to the Adumbrate Academy, a Zabrak by the name of Shya'ni Javlar. She was an orphan, and had a ferocity to her, a bloodlust and rage sleeping within... but also a wariness, a fearful disposition toward those she didn't know... she was damaged, psychologically scarred by her past. He saw much of himself in her, perhaps too much to leave it be. So, he took her on as his first Apprentice... seeking to turn her uncontrolled fear into a strength, her tendencies toward bloodlust and feral rage in battle... into power. As time went on, she grew to trust him... to become more loyal an Apprentice than one could dream of. More time, still, and she began to look fondly upon him, as a daughter might look upon her father. Every failure along the way, she took his disappointment hard... every victory, made her want only to leap into his arms for a big hug. And, in time, despite his best efforts to keep things professional... he grew fond of her in much the same way; looking at her like a daughter-figure to match her father figure-perspective of him.

Yet, this did nothing to comfort him in the long nights, the sleepless hours. Still unsatisfied, still not truly happy... Shya'ni helped, sure... but he needed more, so he kept his mind and heart open still, in search of a romance that could set his stomach aflutter, his heart racing, and his every desire sated.

One day, he met a young, beautiful Sith Apprentice by the name of Ceimara Galen... it began with mere conversation, as all connections do. Yet... the more they spoke, the more he learned of her... the more he sought her company. So, he put on the charm... and she was oh-so-receptive to his efforts.

Apprentice Ceimara Galen began sneaking around between the sheets with Lord Ser'ok. His various meetings with Ceimara began as lust, the likes of which he hadn't felt in a very long time... and as their naughty nights turned into marvelous mornings... they talked, played board games, discussed their families, their pasts, their dreams for the future, their hobbies and interests. A Sith Lord and another's Apprentice, speaking as if they were both commonfolk. It was in those gaps of time, those fleeting moments between dusk and dawn... that love bloomed, a seed of affection worming its way from night to day, and day to night... until all he thought of, was her.

In time, she ascended to Lord among the Sith as well, taking the mantle of Lord Miseriecorde... and they gradually made their relationship public. For over a year, Lord Ser'ok found true joys, true happiness in life again... but, also, true fear, jealousy, and hatred. He became paranoid, fearful of losing someone who meant so much to him... so he sent orders to his Droid Factories, requesting a thousand combat models be built posthaste... and he paid out-of-pocket for them, too. Stationing 500 at their home estate, another 300 on the borders of his land, and the remaining 200 were stashed in the walls of the estate itself, their charging points built into the very foundation of the home Lord Ser'ok and his beloved had built together... retrofitting and renovating it over and over until he could conceal as many droids - repurposed as emergency responders - as he possibly could, in their home's very architecture.

Then, the unthinkable happened: his twin sister, Sith Marzahni Ser'ul, died... under mysterious circumstances. Officially, Darth Morteregast - former master of Sith Ser'ul - stated, for the record, that she died 'serving the Sith Empire's future interests.' Lord Ser'ok has been equally tight-lipped, but... the effect it had on him was a noticeable, drastic change.

Shortly after his twin sister's passing, Darth Anihrul had given Lord Ser'ok the task of traveling to the planet Corbos, and to achieve victory in battle against a Leviathan... upon his return, successful, she announced his Trial of Loss complete... what was considered a key step toward proving himself worthy of further ascension among the Sith Hierarchy at the Adumbrate.

Yet, this victory was even more hollow than his ascension to Lord among the Sith. He isolated himself, requested time away from his duties to the Adumbrate... and he was not heard from or seen by any for quite some time, not even his beloved. When he finally did return home, expecting to be welcomed by her presence there... she was gone, all her personal effects packed up and missing in turn. Naturally, Lord Ser'ok feared the worst... had she left him? Technically, yes... but also, no. In his time away, she had been afflicted by some dark ritual, one that cost all her most cherished memories... naturally, then, she had forgotten every moment they had ever spent together... their love story entirely lost on her, though it was once the most valued story of all to her. Try as he might to reignite that spark, it was too much for either of them... and she decided it wasn't worth the effort to continue trying, breaking things off with him for good. This heartache, so close on the heels of his sister's death... it broke him, fractured his mind, caused him to choose the delusion that both of the women he loves so dearly... were still part of his life, still right by his side. More and more, he chose the comforting lie over the crushing reality... and in time, madness truly overtook him.

This culminated with an event which is still a mystery to all but the man himself, but the estate of Lord Ser'ok was left a ruin, his 1,000 droids as paranoia-borne security preparation... laid waste, scattered in bits of metal and pools of leaking oil, a veritable massacre of machine-kind everywhere one looked... and there were no sentient bodies found on the scene. All signs suggested a lone combatant was responsible, and between the Pyrokinetic residue, the pairs of lightsaber slashing, and the utter lack of any defensive fire markings, no blaster holes in the banisters, no apparent struggles made..... it all suggested a totally one-sided conflict as well. As if... Lord Ser'ok had laid waste to all his own droids, himself... and as their master, their creator... the droids could do nothing against him, offer no resistance.

For nearly two months, Lord Ser'ok was assigned MIA status, paired with 'Presumed Dead' in Imperial records. Then, suddenly, the Adumbrate received notice that Lord Ser'ok had transferred from the Adumbrate's powerbase - and from the Sphere of Sith Doctrine therein - to the Sphere of Scientific Advancement, serving under Darth Vaatros instead. His status updated accordingly in Imperial Databases, no official investigations ordered. No questions asked or answered as to his whereabouts for almost two months... but rumors followed his return to the public eye. Rumors that suggested he was an imposter, or that he had nearly died and was in deep recovery... or, more wild, was a combination of those two theories... that he had died, but reborn anew. All of these rumors borne of a thoroughly agreed-upon truth: the Lord Ser'ok that returned to us, is not the same one who left us. Even Lord Ser'ok himself has said as much, mentioned when asked about his time away... that it changed him, forever... that he is not quite the same as he once was. Whatever the truth, the madness that previously plagued him in his grief-stricken state... has been purified. That much is readily clear.
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