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Little, if anything is known of Gwarlock before his rise to power in the Confederation. Rumours abound. Said to have been hatched in the capital city of G’ih’i, of a questionable liason between a council member and his mother, all that is known is that his ascendance to the Vice Chancellorship started on an Angorran freighter. After stowing away, he bested the ship’s engineer in non lethal combat as they attempted to haul him to the brig. Sufficiently impressing the captain, he was granted crew status. He soon rose to the rank of executive officer. His first command came courtesy of the Romulans, who set upon his freighter in the neutral zone, severely damaging the ship and killing the captain. Barely surviving the melee, he limped the vessel to a spaceport on Ghdar, where he disbanded the crew and sold the blasted hull for scrap. Watching as his mentor’s body drifted off during the space burial, his huge body shook with an inner rage. The Romulans would pay dearly, he swore to himself.
Taking the remaining monies, he promptly enrolled in the Gorn Spacefleet Academy. A keen wit, an eye for tactics, and a ruthless determination quickly elevated him among the top recruits of his class.
But he had made many enemies. Unfortunately, Gwarlock would often talk his way into battle. The High Command feared that his maw often exceeded his combat abilities, and so they sent him to the far reaches of Gorn space, hoping the upstart lizard would go away.
But he was patient. He would often fly patrols with his men against the pirates, and instead of growing soft, he grew sharper. When the Klingons attacked sovereign Gorn space, he defied a direct order and successfully helped defend the homeworld from the invaders. Now a fleet commander, with proven battle prowess, the Council had no choice but to accept him as one of their own. His influence grew, and soon he sat at the council chamber himself.
Commanding the newly formed Gorn Southern Fleet, of the third echelon of the Gorn Dragon Alliance, he was noticed by the High Chancellor Joltvee, and soon became the Chancellor’s military advisor. Some would say that his lust for power grew as well, and when the Chancellor ’disappeared’, he was quick to seize the reins of the Confederation. Having many powerful friends, and those that would oppose him mysteriously dieing, his grip on the Confederation seems to be complete.
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Realizing Gorn hulls are the toughest in the universe, he rarely shys from direct combat. Fluent in all manners of Gorn tactical verse, he prefers to tractor his foes and then bathe them in plasma. Straightforward and direct, he dares enemies to close with him. Often he will insult his foes mercilessly, to unnerve them into a combat for which they are ill prepared. Oddly, he has been said to leave enemy ships crippled and powerless if the fight has been a worthy one. Always watchful for new tactics, all that can be said for sure is no fight against him is the same, and he will often use an enemies’ favorite tactic against them.
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