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Known Relatives: No known living relatives
Current Home System: <Redacted>
Occupation: Freelancer
Allignment: Chaotic Evil

Born from an Imperial Elitist family of wealth and standing, he had little to nothing to wish for and seemed happy and loved.
From birth Lucius was a curious child who valued knowledge more than anything.
As a Young boy, Lucius has always shown an interest in numerous subjects.

Among others:

- History (mainly the history of Cults, Dictators, Murderers and other heinous individuals)
- Psychology (He Understood that in order to manipulate, you'd need to understand the power of leverage)
- Literature
- Poetry
- Music
- Chemistry
- Industry

However, besides the craving of knowledge, he had a deeper purpose and intended use for his gathered knowledge, that he kept close to heart.
His parents always shrugged it off as "He's growing into a man of power, wealth, standing and a sophisticated sense of standards and customs".
Aggressively defending against rumours and allegations towards their son about a supposedly vicious and sadistic side that his family refused to acknowledge.

This went on as the young lord grew older and matured, until one day, when Lucius was merely twelve years of age, his parents found irrefutable evidence of his sadistic alter ego whom the young lord himself referred to as "Baghul".
His parents had purchased a brand new black and red "Fer-De-Lance" for him to utilize once he became of age, and overjoyed to bring him the good news of his birthday gift, they had stumbled upon one of the servants restrained in his private quarters as he slowly yet carefully conducted experiments on his latest victims purely of a torturous nature.
Mad with disappointment and anger they rescued the servant, and poured a toxic chemical compound over the boys eyes as they screamed and yelled if this is the result of which he hoped to discover upon his servant, damaging both his eyes as well as the lords sight in the process.

His parents, whom couldn't bear the disappointment, embarrassment and humiliation, decided the boy had no place amongst them and thus ordered the head of their security infrastructure to take the boy and deliver him to the harma system, specifically the Gabriel Enterprise slums, as that's where the boy, albeit in their eyes, belonged.
Like a bottom-feeding low-life who wouldn't ever rise up to the standards of his families' wealth, standing and stature.
Upon having been cast aside, abandoned and dumped on the hard streets of a notoriously infamous system with only a little bit of sight left in his damaged eyes, he was left all alone in servants rags to fend for himself.

[End Log: Age Range 0 - 10]
[Automatic Continuation Log: Age Range 10 - 18]

After a few weeks scrounging for scraps, as best as he could, roaming around the unforgiving streets as he purely focused on survival, he was found and taken under the wing of an old man.
Dressed in a worn down suit, a suit that seemed to the young boy as a expensive outfit that must've been many centuries old, he was brought to the residence of the man.

The residence was an old small building hidden in a maze of alleyways, in an nearly abandoned part of the Gabriel Enterprise.
There he was brought food, clothing and some minor medical treatment as the man revealed himself to be an old war veteran who pitied the boy regardless of his actions, which always intrigued and even alerted young Lucius, or rather "Baghul" as he had come to name himself over the last few weeks.
He didn't trust the old man but wasn't about to turn down aid after having to fend for himself for so long.
It didn't grow trust until the old man restored Baghul's sight with retinal implants and revealed that the old man, as much as he was an old war veteran, had been discharged without honor from service after having "interrogated" a prisoner of war a bit to enthusiasticly.
A "hobby" or trait rather, that young baghul came to recognize within himself and until now never appreciated within himself.

The man further explained that every few weeks, he would pluck someone whom none would miss off the streets and let his deranged hobby loose on his unwitting victims, something he refused to do to baghul, as the man thought he was the only one to enjoy such activities that would cause a chill down the spine of most.
Baghul however, seemed eerily calm and even fascinated by this hobby of the man and as such, Baghul always found that to be the focal point of his new found bond between himself and his new care giver, a man he would soon grow to call "Mentor", not master, father, or any such titles, but simply "Mentor".
This title earned simply due to the fact that the Mentor cultivated and even cherished the rare combination of extreme sadism as well as level of sophistication he found within Baghul's personality and even his entire being.

Over the course of the following eight years of his life, Baghul soaked up all information taught to him by his mentor, confidante and over time, even friend.
Young baghul learned all aspects of what would come to shape and expand his future sense of self, cultivating a set of skills ranging from subterfuge, intrigue, manipulation and persuasion to diplomacy, anatomical knowledge, perception and even the skills to maintain how best to keep up appearances without getting caught.
He learned how to present himself as an educated man of nobility whilst not revealing his aggressive and downright murderous rage.

[End Log: Age Range 10 - 18]
[Automatic Continuation Log: Age Range 18 - 21]

After having found what Baghul would call a humble, yet satisfying existence and settling within this existence, everything was about to take a turn for the worse.
Upon one early morning, on one of the supply runs for food and drinks, the Mentor thought of a shortcut to hasten back to his pupil, and friend.
As the Mentor enthusiasticly quickened his pace through a network of alleys, he stumbled on a group of youngsters, "refugees", he mumbled to himself, for the Mentor looked down upon people who embraced their role of victims as he saw them.
After having passed the youngsters, the Mentor was pushed to the ground by the youngsters whom had their eye on the supplies carried by the Mentor.
Relentlessly the youngsters beaten and attacked the Mentor as they ripped the bag off of his old and weary back.
His eyes beheld the youngsters laughing, chanting and even cackling whilst the Mentor laid to the mercy of the youngsters, whom refused any merciful act to the Mentor as he slowly succumbed to his freshly inflicted injuries.

Meanwhile in the residence, Baghul tidied up the residence and tended to his chores, hoping to happily suprise his dear friend upon his return home.
As minutes turned to hours, and hours crept to days, Baghul realized something was awfully awry and the wished upon return wouldn't be likely.
He set out to search for his friend and swept through the entire slums district for days.
After a total of a week in absence, Baghul managed to trace down the body of his old friend and found himself alone again.

However he set out on a path of vengeance without even being aware of whom was responsible.
Knowing very well that his chance of succes would be more likely near impossible, he ventured to a local gang and made them an offer to good to turn down.
He would help them expand by emptying a rather vast portion of the slums in return for a space worthy ship, supplies and fuel to get him started.
After careful consideration as well as deliberation, they accepted and as such the vengeance infused rampage began that same night, full aware that the gang could end up betraying Baghul upon completing his end of the bargain.

After using his training to silently in their sleep murdering the refugees in their housing units, looting whilst doing so, he achieved to "clear out" atleast enough to find himself in the position to buy quite a nice sidewinder.
He returned to the gang to demand his end of the bargain and upon his great surprise, they actually decided to give him the ship, a sidewinder, filled to the brim with enough supplies to get him away from the horrors he encountered in his years of childhood, all through his early adolescence and for the first time in a long period of time, he felt a sense of adventurous freedom.

Slowly but surely Baghul made his way to the docking region of the enterprise, as he headed closer and closer towards his new ship, his first ship.
Suddenly baghul froze as he realized that today was his birthday, his twentieth birthday to be exact, and thus decided to buy himself a bottle of fine harma silver sea rum, his favorite, and set out to celebrate his birthday in space, never again respecting refugees, not answering to anyone and inflicting harm on whomever he wanted without having to answer for it.
But first his greatest desire of all since young age: exploring outer space.

[End Log: Age Range 18 - 21]
[Automatic Continuation Log: Age Range 21 - 30]

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