The son of a prominent noble of a European house. You never knew your father. You were raised in America by your mother until she got sick and passed away when you were ten. She was the head in an industrial company. When word reach out about a son and heir your father actually learned of your existence. He came to you. At first you don't trust him as you thought he was only after your title and fortune, but he proved genuine as he didn't need, nor care for money what he wanted was to be a father. So you spent the next six years with him in his house of nobility. Though you didn't take to nobility you understood it enough to get by. Your father wasn't just a nobleman, but Europe's most accomplished and deadliest swordsman, and in the six years you were under him you learned swordsmanship through him becoming unbeatable only to him. However that wasn't the only thing you did. Your mother was an IS industrialist. Helping build them on a large scale. She had one pet project though. The Grievous IS Project. After much study and trial and error you took the project as your own, completing it and perfecting your techniques with it.
Oh by the way here's your father.Count Christopher Dooku ???
The family name you'll learn in the series as well as the noble house you belong to.
This is you(Young Sir Christopher Lee)
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The Grievous IS
FanfictionYou never wanted any of this. But it was thrust upon you. You were a male IS pilot. One of only two in the world. Many looked up to you, seeing you as hope to restore gender equality in the world. Some wanted nothing more than to restore the old way...