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Arkonis Deadrorian
Biographical Information
Race	Human
Homeworld	Curamelle City, Corulag
Mother	Janu Deadrorian
Father	Zade Deadrorian
Spouse	None
Siblings	Brother, Korden Deadrorian
Children	None
Born	Year -29, Day 321
Imperial Service
Branch	Order of the Sith
Positions	{{{positions}}}
Prior Service	{{{prior service}}}
Awards	{{{awards}}}

Arkonis Deadrorian is a new recruit at the Imperial Academy of the Galactic Empire.

Personal History

Early Life

Arkonis was born on the planet Corulag in the Corulus System to Janu Deadrorian, a Senior Prefect in the Galactic Empire, and Zade Deadrorian, a diplomatic aid to her husband. He has one sibling, a brother, Korden Deadrorian, whose whereabouts remain unknown.

Corulag Politics

Arkonis' father, Janu was born of a moderately wealthy family. The Deadrorian's had been entrenched in Corulag politics for generations with varying degrees. Many believe that the Deadrorian's were once one of the original Quintad, a group of five powerful families that fled Corulag to setup an industrial powerhouse and rule the planet Eriadu. Janu always scoffed at these remarks and continued to focus on local politics quickly rising through the ranks of the regional government with cunning and guile. Janu had one son Korden. Korden dreamed of a life outside Imperial control and was a constant disappointment to his father and mother. Brash and fearless, Korden was impossible to control. Korden eventually found a way to access his family's wealth, syphoning a little at a time, until he had enough to purchase a small freighter ship. Korden soon was brought before Janu by local Imperial authorities. Detained and with his ship impounded Korden confessed to his father of his illegal arms runs between various undisclosed Core Worlds. Janu used his influence to procure his son's release and Korden swore to be evermore faithful. Things improved for many years until his mother Zade became pregnant with her second son, Arkonis.

Arkonis was eager to get his life started even from the beginning, born three weeks premature, he spent those few first weeks under close observation. His mother Zade, due to complications and excessive bleeding, died giving birth to Arkonis, who many will say, killed her from within. Janu never really recovered emotionally, eventually loosing his ambition and never advancing past his post as Senior Prefect. Korden, took the opportunity of his father's distraction, borded his freighter and set off for the Outer Rim Territories never to be heard from again.

Arkonis sprouted quickly. He was mischievous in his early years, always finding a way to disrupt his father's business. One particular afternoon, Janu was busy prepping the day's end report, when a rush of water flooded his office. Janu quickly found out that Arkonis was "merely curious" as to how the water valves controlled the flow of water in their home. This curiosity would begin advancing Arkonis's mind at a speed his father could never have expected.

Once Arkonis was of age, under the guidance of his father, he began being tutored in regional and galactic politics. Arkonis, found his own time to stay active through local interests. The sprawling city of Curamelle provided many of these distractions. Two sides of Arkonis emerged. The first was the prodigal son, dedicated to his work, bringing tact and guile to his political learning, always professional and charming with everyone he encountered. The second was too much like Korden, rowdy, curious, and with an insatiable appetite for underworld activities. Arkonis built his true understanding of politics through his time gambling through seedy dens, talking his way out of deals gone bad, and swindling local merchants out of their goods. Janu began to wonder if Arkonis would find a way off the planet and chase after his brother in the far reaches of the galaxy.

Lure of Immortality

Janu finally entered Arkonis into the Academy for Young Imperials hoping Imperial order would straighten his path. Arkonis was resistant at first. He was still young and foolhardy and the academy made promises of long hours of study through rigorous course material, strict enforcement of free time and the expected obedience of the Imperial Code of Laws. Arkonis was still linked with many underworld figures, though no one of importance, he worried about loosing the contacts and respect he worked so hard to get. Ghen Thorne would change the young mind. Ghen was assigned as Arkonis's counselor for his year of study at the academy. Ghen was impressed with Arkonis's eagerness to learn as well as his natural ability to understand all sides to politics. It was Ghen, who taught Arkonis how he would use his contacts in the underworld to further Imperial gain. Ghen made the legends of the Empire larger than life, entrancing Arkonis in their achievements, showing how, once an agent of the Empire, one could earn glory that would be recognized for generations to come. This enticement was too much for Arkonis to resist and he plunged himself into his studies, graduating the top of his class and eventually being recruited into the Imperial Academy on Prakith. A proud day for his father, whose health had been slowly declining over the previous year.

Old Habits Die Hard

Once on Prakith Arkonis showed his promise by gaining excellent scores on his exams entering the top 5% of his class. This progress would soon stop abruptly. During a night stroll after a long day of study Arkonis stumbled upon a fight that had broken out between two local citizens over something which he strained to hear. Eager to prove his service, though a matter best left to the local Imperial authorities, Arkonis stepped in, breaking up the fight, but not before taking a hard one to his right eye. One of the two men ran at the sight of Arkonis' uniform, but the other, an older, rusty looking Corellian, stayed. Seeing capability and a little spark of rebellion in Arkonis's heart he propositioned for help on a small arms run to Coruscant with the promise of a 50/50 split. Arkonis had two days before his second volume of training was to begin and was hard pressed to refuse the opportunity for a few extra credits in his pocket.

Arkonis returned to his barracks and would lie awake most of the night, torn between Imperial code and his own desires. The old Corellian had told Arkonis when he planned to depart the next day and insured him the offer would still stand should he decide to take it. Come sunrise, Arkonis's barracks bed was empty and Arkonis was on his way to the spaceport. Luckily, Arkonis hadn't been on Prakith long enough for anyone to recognize him, but wore a large duster jacket he purchased in the town market to shield himself in the off chance he ran into one of his instructors.

The old Corellian grinned wide and extended his hand as Arkonis approached. The old man motioned toward his ship, which Arkonis instantly frowned upon. An old G9 Rigger-Class freighter. A heap of rust and mold somehow holding together. The old man assured him of its reliability and they were soon on their way. A simple job. Deliver two containers of spice to a designated docking bay on Coruscant, get paid and come home. The papers and documents were already in order in case local Imperials intervened. The old man needed a negotiator. That's where Arkonis was to come in. The old man couldn't be seen on Coruscant and had to do all trading through a middle man and his local point of contact. Of course, as expected, nothing went as planned. The two made it safely to the docking bay, but the contact was nowhere to be seen. The old man insisted they wait longer, but Arkonis was smart enough to know something was wrong. They took off, but Arkonis's fears about the ship came true. The engine nearly erupted into flames from an electrical failure. The freighter plummeted toward the lower levels of the city. It crashed hard into the side of a local cantina, spraying metal and sparks every direction. Luckily, Arkonis escaped the ship just before the explosion. The old man was not so lucky.

Stranded on Coruscant, technically AWOL, and standing in front of the ruins of a ship that wasn't his jutting out of a local cantina, Arkonis now knew he might not be able to talk his way out of this one. A menacing and skeletal looking Pau'an came rushing from the side of the cantina, waving a staff and cursing violently. Arkonis dashed away. His years of running from local authorities on Corulag had kept him in ample shape. He dodged in and out of corridors, eventually loosing the Pau'an amid a mass of Courscanti at a local market. Arkonis understood what was before him and was ready to take responsibility. He figured his father would be able to help him save face, use his influence, so he found the nearest Imperial checkpoint and turned himself in.

Arkonis was detained and interrogated by local Imperial authorities. A comm message was sent to Janu Deadrorian on Corulag. Arkonis was hopeful his father would still see the worth in his son. Hope was met with grave news. His father had passed and his assets were collected by the regional government for service of the future Senior Prefect. Arkonis was left to face his punishment alone. He was stripped of everything and put on an Imperial prison ship by Angelus Devaron and sent away. Arkonis received a letter in prison some months later from his former counselor at the Academy for Young Imperials, Ghen. Arkonis felt shamed at the feeling of disappointment expressed through Ghen's letter. Yet, though disappointed, Ghen knew the potential inside Arkonis and fought to get him released from prison.

Nine months passed, teaching Arkonis the valuable lesson of Imperial order. The solitary darkness of his cell, the strict treatment of its inmates and the sheer lack of individual freedom nearly drove Arkonis mad, until good news arrived in the form of a letter from his former teacher Ghen. Ghen had become a regular confidant for Arkonis throughout his time in prison. Two weeks after Ghen's last letter Arkonis was to be released and reinstated in the Imperial Academy. He would get one last shot and he would not waste it.