Baron Silax
The Shadow-Baron of Velkaris
“The Force does not choose sides. I do.”
Baron Silax was born to the ancient and noble House Veyrn of Velkaris, a mist-shrouded world nestled in the Outer Rim near Wild Space. Known for its Force-sensitive bloodlines and proud aristocracy, Velkaris viewed the Force not as religion, but as a mirror of one’s soul. Silax was surrendered to the Jedi Order as a child, raised in the Temple, and became a brilliant tactician and duelist in the Clone Wars.
During the brutal Jabiim campaign, Silax led a battalion of clone troopers through the planet’s torrential mud and lightning-slashed skies. In a desperate effort to evacuate pinned-down medics, he intercepted a glancing orbital strike meant for their transport. The blast mangled his right arm beyond saving. To survive, he had it surgically removed and replaced it with a handcrafted cybernetic limb forged from Velkaran alloy and salvaged droid components. The prosthetic is
crude by the current Galactic standard—but is a testament to survival, ingenuity, and the scars of war.
When Order 66 was executed, Silax survived—but the Jedi he was trained to be did not. Branded a traitor and disillusioned by both Jedi and Sith dogma, he disappeared into the Outer Rim. Upon returning to Velkaris, he found his people scattered and his house destroyed. From the ashes, he reclaimed his title: Baron, not out of vanity, but as defiance.
Now he walks the line between light and dark. He despises the Sith for their hunger, and no longer honors the Jedi for their blindness. He is not lost—he is unchained. He fights for choice, not balance; for justice, not politics. His blade, forged by his own hand, is as minimalist as his creed. His code is simple: strength without cruelty, resolve without illusion.
During the brutal Jabiim campaign, Silax led a battalion of clone troopers through the planet’s torrential mud and lightning-slashed skies. In a desperate effort to evacuate pinned-down medics, he intercepted a glancing orbital strike meant for their transport. The blast mangled his right arm beyond saving. To survive, he had it surgically removed and replaced it with a handcrafted cybernetic limb forged from Velkaran alloy and salvaged droid components. The prosthetic is
crude by the current Galactic standard—but is a testament to survival, ingenuity, and the scars of war.
When Order 66 was executed, Silax survived—but the Jedi he was trained to be did not. Branded a traitor and disillusioned by both Jedi and Sith dogma, he disappeared into the Outer Rim. Upon returning to Velkaris, he found his people scattered and his house destroyed. From the ashes, he reclaimed his title: Baron, not out of vanity, but as defiance.
Now he walks the line between light and dark. He despises the Sith for their hunger, and no longer honors the Jedi for their blindness. He is not lost—he is unchained. He fights for choice, not balance; for justice, not politics. His blade, forged by his own hand, is as minimalist as his creed. His code is simple: strength without cruelty, resolve without illusion.
Resolve in silence. Strength without chains.