NPC Directory

[Krassus Horuset]

Moff Graush
The Director






Description: 
Maximillian Graush is a rare scion of his line; one of the very few members of the nigh ancient Graush dynasty of Sith nobility born without the means to use the Force.
Nevertheless he is an extremely influential man in his own right, leveraging his family's connections with the Kaasian nobility Graush has been most successful in spinning a web of allies, leverage, blackmail and favors to navigate the cutthroat landscape of Imperial politics with.

He stands among the ranks of the few Imperials in the Empire's millennia long history to ever attain the rank of Sector Moff without ever serving in a position of direct military command.

No, Graush instead has a long career of Eugenics and Scientific Xenophobia to thank for his political standing. Having chosen to join the ranks of the Imperial Science Bureau rather than any of the combat arms of the military at an early age, Graush had worked his way up the ranks of the Alien Control organization.
Spending his years fulfilling the genocidal task of Nonhuman-based population control across the Empire's conquered worlds.

By the time of Zakuul’s invasion and Empress Acina’s reign, Graush had already attained the title of Science Director for the Alien Control division across the Empire’s Northern Territories. Yet he grew disillusioned during this era. Acina’s efforts to promote political unity through integration and her increasing tolerance of nonhumans disgusted him. Compounding his dissatisfaction was the stagnation of the Empire’s expansion; with no new worlds to purge, there was little glory left in his post. Eventually, he resigned in protest, retreating to Dromund Kaas to plot his next move.

It was there, amidst the decadent rot of Sith high society, that Graush once again proved his value—not on a battlefield, but in smoke-filled drawing rooms, hushed corridors, and lavish receptions. Through relentless networking, blackmail, and favor-trading, he secured the title of Moff of the Atrivis Sector, following the mysterious and untimely death of his predecessor.

From his fortress-palace on Horuz, Moff Graush has ruled the Atrivis Sector with decadence and ideological cruelty. His home, often whispered about in tones of horror, is described by diplomats and officers alike as a “palace of horrors.”
A grotesque parody of a museum, its corridors are lined with taxidermied corpses and scientific displays: Duros infants suspended in preservative jars, Togruta warriors flayed and dissected, Wookiee fathers posed mid-shield in front of their cubs, Mon Calamari split from throat to gut, and countless other trophies—all displayed under flickering lights like grotesque art pieces.

A monument to xenophobic obsession and twisted science.

Under his command, the Atrivis Sector has undergone a silent but total transformation.
On planets like Mantooine, Horuz, and Gibbela, alien presence is now limited to slaves, janitors, and corpses. Nonhumans are no longer seen walking freely in the streets. Those who once did have vanished into processing camps or “resettlement” programs whose locations are known only to a few.

With the conflict in Nam’ta escalating into full civil war, Graush played a masterful hand. Under the watchful gaze of Darth Zudikas he worked closely together with the government of President Ralter to ensure an Imperial victory. Under his command the Nam'ta gambit was executed perfectly, forcing the Republic to Withdraw from Nam'ta to mend their shattered worlds.

This caused President ralter, whether by conviction or coercion, to came to his palace to formally request Nam’ta’s ascension into the Empire. This request, of course, was granted.

Now, as Imperial Governor Ralter enacts sweeping reforms and suppresses the rebellion with blood and fire, Graush’s influence looms large over every action taken.
Imperial military support, administrative coordination, and propaganda networks across the Atrivis Sector now flow from his palace to hers.

Already the moff has seen to the arrival of the Conquest Consolidation Corps in the Nam'tas system, and rumors abound of a more brutal phase of the war beginning.

Ralter;s recent decrees—endorsing mass executions of rebel sympathizers, the removal of aliens from Nam’ta’s military, and the denial of prisoner status to insurgents; all ordered by Moff Graush, have left many fearing the inevitable.

Some claim he intends to oversee a genocide of Nam’ta’s alien population if left unchecked.

Others argue that it has already begun.

Either way, there is little doubt: Moff Maximilian Graush does not simply rule Atrivis.
He reshapes it—in his image.

Owner: Jan

[Krassus Horuset]

Kemma Ralter
Governor of Imperial Nam'ta





Description:

Confederate President Kemma Ralter remains one of the most polarising figures in modern Nam’tees history. A symbol of youthful ambition to some, and an instrument of creeping authoritarianism to others, her meteoric rise through the echelons of the Confederacy’s political landscape has been viewed with awe by her supporters—and deep suspicion by her critics.

Ralter was born on one of Nam’ta’s outlying rural moons, far removed from the polished halls of Nam’ta Prime. Her family had no recorded ties to the Confederacy’s elite.
Her parents were modest shopkeepers, and her upbringing was unremarkable—until she entered public life.
As a teenager, Ralter joined the youth wing of a pro-Imperial party, citing a belief in order, security, and strength of governance. Her natural charisma, sharp wit, and calculating ambition quickly became apparent.
She rose through local party ranks with unusual speed—first as a regional councilor, then a member of her moon’s local parliament, and finally as a Representative on the Confederate Council itself.

It was there that she truly entered the public eye.
The fiery redhead stood out against the backdrop of elderly, gray-suited career politicians—articulate, forceful, and politically agile.
Her speeches captured the attention of the system's pro-Imperial media. She soon became a leading candidate for her party’s presidential bid. When her main competitor perished in a mysterious speeder accident, Ralter became the uncontested nominee.
The election that followed was among the most controversial in decades. Several other pro-Imperial parties suddenly withdrew their own candidates and threw their support behind her. Meanwhile, challengers from neutral and pro-Republic factions became mired in scandal after scandal—many of which appeared orchestrated in timing and coordination.

With public opinion swayed heavily in her favor, Ralter won the presidency by a landslide, becoming the youngest Confederate President in Nam’ta’s history.

From the start of her term, Ralter toed a difficult line: positioning herself as both a staunch Nam’ta patriot and a pragmatic supporter of the Sith Empire.
Her presidency marked a steady tightening of ties between Nam’ta and the Empire. The most decisive shift came during the drafting of the controversial Imperial Security Treaty, which would formally invite an Imperial military presence into the system.

Widespread protests erupted in response, particularly among Nam’ta’s alien minority and youth movements. Ralter responded with uncompromising severity. Under her orders, Nam’ta’s Security Forces were deployed en masse to suppress the protests. Demonstrations were criminalized. Dissent was violently stamped out. Hundreds were arrested. Dozens killed. Violence quickly escalating into civil dissent, and then open war...

Over the course of the conflict, her administration centralized power at an accelerating pace. As rebellion spread and the political situation deteriorated, President Ralter invoked emergency powers to dissolve the Confederate Council of Representatives, consolidating full executive authority between her office, her cabinet of ministers, and the upper echelons of the military.
What remained of the Confederate democratic order faded into an authoritarian regime loyal to Imperial coordination and survival by subservience.

Following the Republic Navy’s withdrawal from the Nam’ta system, Ralter made her most defining political move. In an unannounced journey to Horuz, she appeared at the palace of Moff Maximilian Graush and formally petitioned for Nam’ta’s ascension into the Imperial fold.

The meeting—held behind closed doors—was officially framed as a final act of patriotism: a leader seeking protection for her people after a protracted war. The truth behind what was discussed remains unknown, but the outcome was clear.
The petition was accepted.

Kemma Ralter returned to Nam’ta Prime wearing an Imperial uniform. The green and gold flag of the Confederacy was lowered. The banner of the Sith Empire was raised. And the President was henceforth addressed as Governor Ralter of Nam'ta, the first in the history of the Confederacy.

In the days that followed, she announced sweeping military reforms, initiated full integration with the Imperial Atrivis Sector Defense Forces, and issued a formal decree declaring total annihilation of all rebel elements.

Under Imperial Law, all members of the so-called “Free Nam’ta” rebellion—and anyone who aided or housed them—were branded as terrorists and traitors. The punishment: death. No quarter. No trials. No mercy.

Now seated as the Imperial-appointed Governor of Nam’ta, Ralter governs with cold efficiency. Whether history will remember her as a savior or a tyrant depends entirely on the war’s final outcome.

Owner: Jan

[Krassus Horuset]

Azarhan Barracas
Grand-Marshal of Free Nam'ta



Description: 
Azarhan Barracas is known as somewhat of a champion of Nam’ta’s alien minority, and one of President Ralter’s most outspoken critics. His clan has lived within the borders of the small Confederacy for nearly three centuries, having originally fled to the Nam’ta system following the devastation of Cathar during the Mandalorian Wars. Over the generations, the Barracas family carved out a legacy of industrial success, building a powerful economic base on the labor of Nam’ta’s often-overlooked alien populations.

Today, nearly half of all alien laborers within the Confederacy find employment in the vast facilities of the Barracas-Incorporated industrial conglomerate, giving Azarhan not only wealth, but a deeply loyal support base.
 It was this base—primarily alien and pro-Republic—that allowed him to secure a seat in the Confederate Council of Representatives. For years he stood as one of the last remaining voices of the Republic in a political arena increasingly dominated by pro-Imperial sentiment. Barracas was a vocal opponent of the controversial Imperial security treaty that would ultimately end the Confederacy’s official neutrality.

The treaty, requiring a unanimous vote, was passed under suspicious circumstances after Barracas was hospitalized by a sudden and violent illness in the days leading up to the vote. During his absence, his Vice-Representative—since dismissed—attended the Council in his stead and voted in favor of the treaty.
News of this betrayal allegedly sent Azarhan into a furious fit, leading to a now-famous incident in which the Representative stormed out of his hospital, tore out his IVs, and dismissed his subordinate on the same day—still wearing his hospital gown. His recovery was reportedly accelerated upon his return to his family estate, prompting some supporters to accuse the Empire of poisoning him.

 No concrete evidence has ever been produced to support this claim.

Since then, the story of Azarhan Barracas has taken a radical turn. As the Confederacy collapsed into civil war, Barracas emerged as one of the most prominent leaders of the Rebel movement, transforming from a political dissident into a fully-fledged corporate warlord.
Rallying pro-Republic militias, alien-rights groups, and defected Confederate units under his banner, Barracas led a sweeping fighting retreet campaign across Nam’ta Prime and Nam'ta Secunds, quickly becoming the foremost commander on the Republic side of the conflict.

Following the withdrawal of the Republic Navy from the system, Barracas was formally hailed as Grand Marshal of Free Nam’ta, the de facto leader of the embattled of the Republic-aligned government now recognized in the Senate as a legitimate state in exile. As both its military commander and diplomatic representative, Barracas has become the face of the resistance.

With Governor Ralter’s decree of total annihilation for all rebel elements and sympathizers, Free Nam’ta has been forced to harden itself into a true nation—one that knows it must either conquer or be exterminated. There will be no clemency. This grim understanding has given rise to the official coat of arms of Free Nam’ta: a green Republic banner emblazoned with the words “Freedom or Death.”

Since the formalization of his government-in-exile, Grand Marshal Barracas has spared no time turning Free Nam’ta’s patchwork of cells, militias, and defectors into a unified fighting force. With the aid of Republic volunteers, military advisors, and a steady stream of intelligence and matériel, the Free Nam’ta Army has begun to function as a disciplined, coordinated, and increasingly capable resistance against the Imperial-backed regime and its corporate collaborators.
Azarhan Barracas now stands not only as a symbol of alien perseverance, but as the single most important figure in the fight for Nam’ta’s independence. A rebel commander, a political exile, and a wartime leader driven by the certainty that survival now hinges on victory alone.
Owner: Jan

[Krassus Horuset]

Iden Stendarr
Republic Old Timer - Senator of Free Nam'ta



Description: 

Iden Stendarr was the last representative of Nam’ta III on the Confederate Council, though by now the title carries little weight beyond history.

The soft-spoken, elderly woman was often regarded as something of an ancient relic in Nam’ta’s political landscape—a symbol of a bygone political era.

At nearly a century of age, Stendarr’s energy may have waned, but her political instincts remain razor sharp, honed by decades of public service and countless battles fought not with blasters, but with procedure, rhetoric, and the force of law.

Her career stretched back to the decades before the Great Galactic War. As a youth, Stendarr briefly held a peacetime commission in the Republic military developing a close personal relation with an at the time Lieutenant Willburg.
Using the opportunity less for martial ambition and more to establish a foothold within the Galactic Core. After retiring from active service, she enrolled in the political sciences program at a prestigious university on Coruscant, and eventually returned to Nam’ta to pursue her true calling: politics.

Over the years, she served in nearly every tier of governance, including a term as mayor of a mid-sized city on Nam’ta III, followed by her first election to the Confederate Council. From there, her rise continued steadily—serving as Nam’ta’s Senator to the Galactic Republic, then Minister of Foreign Affairs, and finally as President of the Confederacy itself. It was in that final role that she presided over Nam’ta during one of the most precarious periods in its history: the return of the Sith Empire and the onset of the First Galactic War.

A staunch Republic loyalist, President Stendarr aligned the Confederacy firmly with the Republic war effort—lending Nam’ta’s considerable industrial and gas refining capabilities to fuel the galactic defense.

But the longer the war dragged on, the more unpopular this stance became. As the specter of Imperial invasion loomed, anti-Republic sentiment grew within the Council.

After the Treaty of Coruscant was signed, the Confederacy faced immense pressure to withdraw from the Republic altogether. A firm believer in the democratic process, Stendarr allowed the secession vote to proceed unchallenged, but when the result called for withdrawal, she resigned in protest, refusing to oversee what she saw as a betrayal of Nam’ta’s founding ideals.
For many years after, Stendarr faded from public view. But in recent times, as the Confederacy veered once more toward political crisis, she was elected again to the Council—this time as a quieter figure, serving as a consistent, if restrained, member of the political opposition.

When the Imperial Security Treaty was brought before the Council, Stendarr shocked many of her longtime allies by voting in favor. Her reasons were never explained. In the months that followed, as the Confederacy fractured and open warfare broke out, Stendarr once again vanished from the public eye.

It is now clear where she went.

Throughout the civil conflict, Iden Stendarr was working in secret—coordinating with the Republic, assisting in the evacuation of key assets and individuals, and laying the political groundwork for the coming war. Alongside Azarhan Barracas, she helped form the backbone of the Free Nam’ta government, lending the full weight of her legacy and statecraft to the rebel cause. When the Republic recognized the resistance as a legitimate government-in-exile, it was Iden Stendarr who was named their official Senator—returning to the Galactic Senate not as a representative of a sovereign member world, but as a voice for a people under occupation.

There, she wages a new kind of war.

Speech after speech, she addresses the Senate chamber with all the passion and authority of a woman who has lived through it all. She speaks of duty, of memory, of betrayal and blood. She demands continued support for Free Nam’ta’s struggle.

She pleads for arms, for relief, for a renewed Republic intervention. In her voice is the fire of a generation that remembers what it means to stand for ideals larger than survival. A generation that remembers a time before the war, before the Empire. And in her resolve, the resistance finds both legitimacy and hope.

Iden Stendarr may no longer command troops. But in the halls of Coruscant, she commands something far rarer.

Attention.

Owner: Jan

[Sarias]

Getai Doru
'The Red Emperor'



Desription

In the conflict of wars of what beyond the shining gleam of armour, lightsaber wielders and grand ships floating there are those who would seek to profit. The smart, the cunning or being well-enough connected can have someone from rough origins rise to the stairs of wealth, power or influence. Those who fail see themselves settling for a life as a grunt or paid guard if they are big enough or know how to shoot. 

But what happens if those who fail get lucky?

Such is the tale of Getai Doru - born into life as a slave in a privatly owned mine within the mid-rim. With an owner settled in enough money to pay off local republic representatives to look the other way, his childhood and most of the late teens was spend digging, digging and never even thinking of a better life - for what else was there for the lowest of the low? A mindset that would not last as he happened to be picked to replace his owners former's guard given he was 'big and tall enough' to serve the image. As rocky dust cleared from his lungs and he got to know the taste of clean water his desire to 'have the best' only grew.

Serveral years later, following a succesful slave revolt and being bounched around the illiegal smuggling routes, he found himself on Plooma and was quickly drafted into the petty squabbling of lower gangs not even worth enough to be taken notice of by the local garrison. Said petty conflicts eventually saw the minor gangs dwindling in power, firepower and organization - leaving a lucky gap for someone who had happened to survive long enough and be big enough for easy intimidation.

With years now passed Getai Doru has grown wiser and wider in waistline - edging out a meager but consistant growth for his 'Crimson Emporium', using retrofitted republic shuttles and his old connections of a life formerly led to provide him an edge in smuggling over others in the area. In addition he is targeting local officials with ocassional bribes and somehow knowing how and when attempted raids on his hideouts occur. 
Draped in long robes, luxuries (that can be afforded) and a handful of well-armed loyal men he contently sits atop the 'throne' of lesser gangs on Plooma. 

Additional detail: Second-in-command is a tall red Zabrak cyborg by the name of 'big red'.

Character Owner: Sarias

[Veilak]

Changretta the Hutt

The Purveyor of Exquisite Taste

In a cesspool that is the Hutt Space, it’s not an uncommon occurrence for some individuals to gain five minutes of popularity, however…minute they are.

Such is the case with Changretta the Hutt, also known as "The Pompous", “The Magnanamous”, "The Splendiferous" is the patriarch of a minor clan that only recently joined the Hutt Cartel as a whole. Like any member of his species, he is known for his shrewdness, greed, and willingness to utilize any means necessary to gain more power. Though, his ambitions don’t always come to fruition, as he spends the majority of his resources in an endless search for, what he dubs, "The One Dish, one to rule them all."

He employs various methods to find, capture, and cook the most exotic flora and fauna to create increasingly bizarre dishes. He has even authored a series of cookbooks, with 15 volumes published to date, with more on the way. Each iteration goes above and beyond the previous one in terms of strangeness. From relatively simple dishes like "Rancor Thighs in Sweet and Sour Bahajplume Sauce" to more grotesque creations such as "Ewokian Stew with Deep-Fried Gungan Eyestalks". For this, his recipes garnered a repetuation to be amongstthe most enraging in the known galaxy.

Despite their oddity, these dishes are quite popular among wealthier Hutts, some of whom are even willing to pay for Changretta’s outings in search for even more unorthodox meals. And as rare as it happens, both the Republic and the Empire agree on one thing — that his creations are absolutely revolting. However, the Republic is relatively lenient, with its publishing houses working day and night, altering his recipes to make them well-adjusted for a “more civilized age”, while the Empire has declared them as "an utmost vile assault on any sentient being’s taste buds" and vows to persecute anyone caught with a copy accordingly. Though that is yet to stop these daring souls that go further beyond in expanding this gastronomic novelty, even if the in order to gain Changretta's favour is a always a cost that most pay with their life.

Character Owner: Veilak

[Krassus Horuset]

Ozil Kaldon
Corporate Commodore





Description: Ozil Kaldon previously served as the representative of Nam'ta Secundus before President Ralter's disbanding of the Confederate Government. He had served in this role for the past seven years of his life, before that he was CEO of the Kaldon Industrial Group [K.I.G] , a massive corporate conglomerate which held a monopoly over much of the Confederacy's pre-war ore mining, gas refining and shipbuilding industries. With the corporation competing with both Barracas Industries and various smaller competitors for full de-facto control over the industrial moon of Nam'ta Secundus. A business conflict that has since become political and now military with the K.I.G's private army waging war in the name of the Pro-Imperial faction.
Despite this current allegiance to the Empire however, Ozil Kaldon has had a reputation of being a true capitalist and a massive political opportunist. Having voted for just as many Pro-Republic as Pro-Empire legislatory proposals in his time as representative. Basing his voting habits entirely on which side's gain stood to profit his family's corporation the most. After all one of the primary reasons he found himself in the Pro-Imperial camp of this crisis to begin with was because president Ralter offered the contract to fabricate and construct the buildings of the highly divisive Imperial Garrison to the K.I.G, causing him to vote in favor of its construction.
 
Before his political stint he held almost all offices imaginable in the Kaldon Industrial conglomerate, from management positions to sales and finance. Even spending a chunk of his career in corporate acquisition where the Kaldon Conglomerate through shrewd business dealings with buy out smaller, often struggling competing business and either induct them into their Industrial empire or sell them for the sum of their parts for a profit. For what else he is; he is no fool, a true financial mogul and a charming socialite with a reputation of enjoying the 'finer' things in life.

Now however he styles himself as none of these things, rather he styles himself as a Corporate War-Lord in the pro-Imperial camp. Like many other Nam'tees oligarchs worth their fortune he saw the inevitable fires of war begin to spread throughout the Confederacy and prepared accordingly. Evacuating much of his industrial assets off world while turning his Corporation's security forces into a well armed para-military organisation to defend his territory and take that of his rivals. With Imperial funding, training, equipment and materials however Kaldon was the most successful of them all. 
Under his vision Catalyst Security, the private military force belonging to the K.I.G has become a true military force to be reckoned with. Comprised of a core of veteran mercenaries and a host of quickly trained expendable shock infantry supported by heavy weapons bought from the Empire. Catalyst Security continues to grow in operational capability with each passing day, especially so after the Ministry of Justice allowed him to conscript prisoners into his shocktroops.

This made Kaldon one of the largest and most successful Corporate War Lords of the Nam'ta civil war. His army carving a bloody swath through the southern industrial lands of Nam'ta Secundus. Taking entire cities and industrial complexes from rebels and corporate competitors. He is on a projected conquer much of the entire moon in the name of the K.I.G and the Empire. 

Following the annexation of Nam’ta into the Empire, Ozil Kaldon was officially granted the rank of Imperial Commodore. A title he personally selected for its naval flair and aesthetic; finding the uniform to better compliment his complexion.

The Kaldon Industrial Group was formally restructured and renamed as the Imperial Kaldon Industrial Group (I.K.I.G.), granted status as a semi-autonomous Imperial megacorporation, modeled in part on the Imperial Terrestrial Exploitation Corps (ITEC). The conglomerate’s official Imperial director is now Willhuff Kaldon, Ozil's younger brother, allowing Ozil to focus entirely on wartime leadership.
His private military, Catalyst Security, has been legitimized as a force of Imperial privateers, their uniforms now marked by red armbands bearing the Imperial sigil as they march into battle. With a rapidly expanding force; fed by conscripted prisoners, former Nam’ta Security Force personnel, and offworld mercenaries, the army of I.K.I.G. is now widely regarded as the fastest-growing military force on Nam’ta.

 Kaldon’s influence spreads unchecked across the former territories of the Nam'ta Confederacy from his base of operations on Nam'ta Secundus, and he is increasingly seen as one of, if not the most powerful figure on Imperial Nam’ta....

Owner: Jan

[Qailân Mharn]

The Scalpal

NPC Name: Major Grice Tillie


Brief Description:  A career officer with a concealed personal history and a pragmatist’s soul, Grice Tillie is a product of the darker fringes of Imperial doctrine. Formerly attached to the Ministry of Logistics, Tillie operated as a senior coordinator for high-risk colonial suppression and insurgency dismantlement under the guise of Central Authority oversight. Often, his boots touched the ground first, when the Empire expected conditions that fostered seditious sentiment and rebellious intent. Known for his cold efficiency he earned both quiet admiration and whispered resentment. Now elevated to Major within the Imperial Army, he has transitioned from paper-pusher to field strategist; a dangerous shift for anyone in his shadow.

Faction: The Sith Empire, Imperial Army, Formerly the Ministry of Logistics.

Notable Activities: 
- Oversaw logistics and covert intelligence during the Alsolun Uprising in conjunction with the forces of the Horuset powerbase, reportedly contributing to the revelation of rebel command via targeted pressure.
- [ERROR: Value: Classified_Imperial_Command]
- Allegedly operates as both a military coordinator and ideological filter for Imperial assets deemed “problematic but useful.”

Last Known Appearance: Departing Alsolun 1st Central Garrison Spaceport at the same time as the Th'Asidra, following his successes on Alsolun. Grice and his Lieutenant, Jaina Darrick, were recalled to Kaas but thereafter were jointly recommissioned from the MoL into the Imperial Army. The pair were sighted boarding a shuttle that swiftly engaged blackout protocols. 

Character Owner: Cal