Reference New Sith Trials III: Library Thread

LEVEL ROSTER

Lv10: High Lord
Darth Syren (QueenSabe7)
Darth Kronos
Darth Draconis (dragonsith13)
Darth Hades (E. L.Knight)
Darth Ravenous (WookieeRage)
Deward (Lady Belligerent)

Lv9: High Lord
Darth Serapis (DarthIshyZ)
Soliloquy (Mitth_Fisto)
Darth Kwea Acantha (Halle Dray)
Zalen (Lady Belligerent)
Ike (Sinrebirth)
Darth Kralkus (Darth_wanderguard)

Lv8: Lord
Darth Anark (Snokers)
Darth Grievance (Kaleesh-Cyborg)

Lv7: Lord
Hel (Lady Belligerent)
Leda (QueenSabe7)
Darth Saadi (dagobahsystem)

Lv6: Underlord
Darth Cocytus

Lv5: Underlord
Tt’kura (dragonsith13)

Lv4: Apprentice
Fangor (dragonsith13)
Darth Valdimar (MostlyMad)
Darth Francium (Quinlan Vos)

Lv3: Apprentice

Lv2: Apprentice
Astra (WookieeRage)

Lv1: Apprentice
Alana Geyser (SkywalkerShine)

Non-Force Sensitive
Lennox Jerod (Jerjerrod Lennox)
Aryan Graul (HanSolo29
Bo Etraa (Snokers)
Captain Finis (E. L.Knight)
Shuk’la Rus (The Vanguard)
V-3PO (dragonsith13)[/color


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CHARACTER SHEET


Darth Haretisch circa 5 ABY.

Name: Darth Haretisch (born Plo Wanderguard)
Sex: Male
Age: 49 standard years in original timeline
Species: Human/Nagai hybrid
Homeworld: Nagi/Coruscant
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 191 lbs
Physical Attributes: Darth Haretisch had a tall and wiry build, pale complexion, and angular face framed by a mop of black hair, flecked with gray in his later years. Long of limb, he moved with lengthy strides and when angry he would often sink into a crooked, almost feral posture. Following the battle of the Luxury Elite, he sported a left arm which was fully cybernetic from the shoulder socket and fitted with a synth skin sleeve to just below the elbow.
Clothing: By 5 ABY, Darth Haretisch typically donned one of a number of sets of white plasteel Stormtrooper armor, adorned with the insignia of the Imperium and framed by a black cape and hood with red interior lining. On more formal occasions he was known instead to wear a white imperial officer’s jacket and cape with black trousers and rancor leather boots.
Abilities: Even in his old age, the Lord Imperator’s swordplay was without equal. A master of every form, Ataru had nonetheless been his style of choice - until his duel with Darth Insipid aboard the Luxury Elite. Dismayed by his inability to end the fight quickly enough to neutralize his foe’s superior command of the force, he sought to throw off the constraints of style, and instead to fight more intuitively, to train skills to be adaptive and to discard those too limited in use. Moreover, this new approach emphasized physicality in equal measure to technique, seeking to maximize power, speed, and flexibility. Beyond his skill with the blade, Darth Haretisch was an immensely talented force user, able to overpower all but the strongest - nearly unkillable such was his command of Pain, and able to crush hordes of enemies at once using Decimate. In addition, his artificial left arm was capable of grip strength sufficient to crush a lightsaber hilt.
Weapons/Tools:



Darth Haretisch’s third lightsaber, constructed just prior to the Battle of Moraband. Focused a blade of pale blue using the Eye of Hoth. Sported grips of brown Mynock leather.


Darth Haretisch’s second lightsaber, constructed after his reemergence from isolation. A complex weapon pieced together from several others - proved fragile when it was broken irreparably by a careless apprentice in the Valley of the Dark Lords.


Darth Haretisch’s first lightsaber, originally owned by his father Keiron. Given to his daughter Hel. Focused an emerald blade.

Faction: Imperium of the Fist



Occupation/Title: Lord Imperator of the remnants of Thrawn’s imperial detachment. Formerly Night Herald of the Sith Empire.
Family:


Darth Haretisch’s daughter, Hel. Conceived and raised initially without his knowledge using his genetic material.


Darth Haretisch’s father, Keiron Wanderguard. A talented but unorthodox Jedi Knight who introduced the young Plo to the force.

Associates: As Lord Imperator, he employed Aryan Graul, Darth Syren, General Vexx, Darth Zalen, Dr. Cal, and Darth Kralkus as his inner circle. He was erstwhile lover to Bellorum and tense partner come bitter rival of Darth Insipid. One-time apprentice of Darth Vassago. Former master of Kwea Acantha.
Biography:

Darth Haretisch was a half-Nagai Dark Lord of the Sith who, through various means, lived in multiple eras of galactic history.

Born as Plo Wanderguard in 8 BBY to a Nagai mother and human Jedi father - who had wandered into the Firefist satellite galaxy prior to Order 66. Trained from near-infancy by his father, Plo's early youth on Nagi is otherwise not well known.

In 4 ABY with the fall of the empire, Plo followed both parents into the larger galaxy as they joined the shortlived Nagai/Tof invasion which took place that year. Though the elder Wanderguard might have proven an invaluable asset and teacher to a young Luke Skywalker had they met, he along with Plo's mother were killed in the Twelfth Battle of Zeltros before any such meeting could take place. Left orphaned at only 12, Plo found himself taken to Coruscant with other war orphans, where he would remain until he reached adulthood in 10 ABY.

By 11 ABY, Plo had found his way to the newly established Jedi Praxeum at Yavin IV, seeking to complete the training left unfinished by his late father. As a student of Luke Skywalker, he struggled. His emotional nature was a constant point of criticism, and his unhealthy possessiveness of and romantic yearning for another student, Theona Kalo, only made matters worse.


Theona Kalo in 12 ABY.

In 12 ABY it was a chance meeting with Darth Cruor of the New Sith Order which watered the seeds of doubt in the young Plo's mind, and shortly afterward he disappeared from known space to become the apprentice of Dark Lord Vassago on Korriban. Among the Jedi, only Kalo knew of his whereabouts and of his fall to the dark side, a secret she would take to her grave.


Plo during the early days of his Sith apprenticeship.

In late 13 ABY, having taken the name Darth Haretisch, he was contacted by Kalo who asked to meet with him on a neutral world, where she would pledge herself to the Sith and join him on Korriban. He traveled with his master Vassago as well as Darth Kast, each of whom was interested to appraise the apparent new recruit. The meeting was a ruse, however, as Kalo had no intention of joining the Sith and instead attempted to convince Haretisch to leave with her. Enraged, he accused her of conspiring with the Jedi to capture and return him to Yavin. Capitalizing on his apprentice's confusion and growing anger, Vassago ordered him to destroy Kalo as a show of commitment to the Sith. Haretisch complied, to his immediate regret - he then turned his blade on Vassago and was quickly disarmed. Expelling the apprentice from the Sith, Vassago departed with Kast and left the injured Haretisch for dead. Broken and crippled, Plo dragged himself to safety and assessed his wounds. Scarred by force lightning and without a left arm, he was nonetheless alive and well.

Despondent, he wandered the unknown regions for a time before returning to Republic space in 14 ABY to willingly stand trial for his crimes. Though he projected the facade of a remorseless killer consumed by the dark side, the Jedi could see the truth of it - that it was only a facade, and that he was wracked with guilt.

Further, no proof of his murder of Kalo could be found, as she had simply been assumed missing since 13 ABY when she had renounced the Jedi and departed Yavin. In the end, though the Jedi acknowledged Plo's deep feelings of guilt as real, his confession was dismissed as a false one, and he was denied the punishment he sought - advised instead to atone for whatever grieved him so.

In truth, he had been cast even further into a pit of darkness by the confirmation that Kalo had not lied about her renunciation of the Jedi - a suspicion he had held since the moment she fell dead. She had sacrificed everything only to see him redeemed. This was not a defeatist despair as before, however. This was a focused, burning will to exact vengeance. Outfitted with a cybernetic left arm, he once again disappeared.

In 15 ABY, he found what he expected to be the vehicle to his eventual revenge. In an unknown corner of the Deep Core, he happened upon an unnamed planet rich in the dark side and the secrets of the ancient Sith. Among the treasures he found there was an eldritch holocron of mysterious and primeval making; the holocron of Typhojem, the ancient god of the Sith. Apprenticed to this holocron, and now calling himself Darth Haretisch once again, there he would quickly fall under its malign influence which would feed not only his power, but his growing madness and nihilism.

In 150 ABY, Darth Haretisch at last emerged from his isolation, bent on destroying Darth Vassago and his Sith Order. Though 135 years had passed in the galaxy at large, a mere two decades had come and gone from his own perspective - he was now biologically only 43 years old due to the deep core's powerful time dilation effect.

Traveling to Korriban to confront his former master in person, he found Vassago and his order long gone, replaced many times over by orders and kingdoms and empires which had risen and crumbled in the near century and a half since the beginning of his exile. On Korriban he instead found Darths Insipid and Dreadwar, with whom he engaged in a titanic battle of sorcery and swordplay. Though he showed himself as a formidable swordsman - easily besting Dreadwar and every bit the equal of Insipid - he could not prevail against both great sorcerers at once. Each boasted a superior command of dark side wizardry, and Haretisch's defeat was clearly inevitable from the opening exchanges.

When at last he was overcome, his conquerors came to regard him as simultaneously too dangerous to let alone, and too potentially useful to destroy. Though lords of lesser cunning may have simply killed him, Insipid and his occasional rival were far wiser than the Dark Lords of old. No, Darth Haretisch's coming was far too well-timed to waste with foolish bloodlust. Instead, he was commissioned to lead alongside them the rising Sith Empire, as one third of the throne. And so it was formed, the Third Sith Triumvirate; Emperor Dreadwar, Night Herald Insipid, and Shadow Hand Haretisch.

But his quest to destroy Vassago had been a ruse, and in the five years which followed, the Shadow Hand would spin a careful web of deceit. Romantic involvement with Insipid's half-chiss apprentice Darth Bellorum, command over the wise Darth Kralkus, and mentorship to the young Darth Arach - he leveraged all to the same, malevolent purpose; the release of Typhojem. Having been promised the embrace of painless non-existence beyond death rather than an afterlife in Hell, Darth Haretisch had sworn his allegiance to ultimate evil.


Darth Haretisch circa 154 ABY

By 155 ABY, the remains of Typhojem's Infinite Sith Empire were beginning to silently cause a stir about the Galaxy, and the pieces to Haretisch's plan were set. Over the course of only three days, he would deftly direct the destruction of one of two final seals to Typhojem's prison - an ancient Sith ruin on Hoth - and the completion of the living key to the final seal which could alternately lock the ancient god away, or release him, irreversibly on either count. This alongside having shed the title of Shadow Hand in favor of Night Herald, as Insipid became Emperor to fill the void left by the deceased Dreadwar, and Bellorum ascended to the triumvirate as Dawn Herald.

Though nearly killed in the Battle of Moraband, Haretisch would help to lead the march on Mortis only two days hence, ostensibly to complete the final ritual and to see Typhojem undone. Instead he revealed his betrayal at the last moment, and engaged in a titanic battle with the likes of Darth Manticore, the Lorekeeper, and Darth Syren with the fate of the universe hanging in the balance. He would emerge victorious though mortally wounded, and fell as his lord and master was released to lay waste to all creation.

Unexpectedly, however, he would awake in Hell alongside the others, and a groundshaking truth would be revealed; he had a daughter. Using genetic material from Haretisch himself and samples mysteriously recovered from the long-dead Theona Kalo, Darth Dreadwar had created Hel in the interest of gaining leverage over Haretisch should he need it. Ironically he had instead given the Night Herald a reason to continue existing.

Together with those he had betrayed and murdered only minutes prior, Haretisch successfully resisted Typhojem's attempts to consume them all, and as a briefly deified Darth Insipid blew a gaping hole in the god's essence, all whom had died would find themselves alive and whole once more.

With Typhojem briefly reeling from the blow, Haretisch and the others were rescued from the surface of Mortis by Bellorum, and the scant remains of the Sith Empire, Hel among them, fled the planet by shuttle.

Escaping through time by way of an ancient Sith ritual, the survivors would leave their broken galaxy behind and emerge instead into an alien timeline, in 5 ABY, beyond the reach of Typhojem and his followers. Painstakingly, the Sith would begin to rebuild their order in the unknown regions, as a vassal to Grand Admiral Thrawn, while Haretisch had his own tall task ahead, to rebuild his loyalties and protect his daughter in a hostile galaxy.

In the three months which followed, the Sith hierarchy would collapse outright. Amidst grievous injuries to Hel, and the silent machinations of his fellow triumvirs, Haretisch struggled and failed to secure a safer and more stable galaxy for his daughter. Aboard the Luxury Elite, open hostilities would erupt as the Sith broke into a trio of factions. Battered by a grueling duel with Darth Insipid and subsequent encounter with Darth Ravenous which would leave him once again without a left arm, he and Hel nonetheless escaped with Aryan Graul, Syren, Zalen, and Grievance Vexx in tow.

In the aftermath, the War of Three would begin - Bellorum as the Empress of the Twilight Sun, Insipid as Supreme Leader of the First Order, and Haretisch himself as Lord Imperator of the reorganized remnants of Thrawn’s empire, the newly christened Imperium of the Fist. ​

 

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Name: Soliloquy
Sex: Oh, whatever one wishes. . . to a point. Female one now supposes is a more lasting status.
Age: Same as its comm number: Unlisted
Species: Holocron / Unknown
Homeworld: New Moraband*
Occupation: Holocron
Height: Short or tall, I am them all! Presently 5'10" or 1.8 meters.
Weight: Are you saying I am fat!?! Fit in your hand I can! Could. . .haven't found a scale yet actually. . . still very rude to ask a lady that question.
Physical Attributes: Once an Icosahedron structure, size of a slightly enlarged holocron. Glows with an inner red and purple light. Now, something. . .else ENTIRELY!

Clothing: Now you are being crass! Although if must, see above the living garments I yet did have a mind in the weaving.
Abilities: Witches of Dathomir, Druids of Tund, speak me your words and rights. All is sorcery, words and tricks. Secretes are power. That is its power sacred and true. It has been a studious and growing spirit in the Force through the millennia since the days of Vitiate's Sith Empireprior to it's reveal, crafted with the knowledge of others passing into the ages prioreven to that. Although what didit all mean? Passed from Talon's hands to a library to fall into Jwob's, and then to bounce between souls until Kwea. Only to kill Mnngal-Mnngal, watch Abeloth die, and Typhojem to bear witness to itself in part as the galaxy all came to an end. Even as these Sith yet found a new home, that to it was old, yet different, it had much to think on and connections to be made to learn more thansurging rot and shattering minds. And it has. Oh how it has.
Weapons/Tools: The Force. Blunt Objects. Fungi.
Family: Estranged.
Associates: Kwea & Jwob &Thrawn & Emperor SidiousToo! A self stylized God Emperor as well. . .if those even count.
Biography: Once, in a star system far far away. Revan was a Jedi. A Sith. Both. Neither. He sat in a prison being all this and nothing at all. And another saw the value in it. The worth of it. Taking knowledge and stealthhe studied and fashioned a prison of the most fiendish sort. For a prisoner that would be king. To rule vassals that never would know they were being used, from the low to the high, and instead of finding power he had mastered, they were revealing those powers to him after a fashion. For after all, all life is finite but aHolocron, a Holocron is as close to forever as one can get. For these are the prizes and joys, these are the sought after and guarded.

It was a scheme worthy of a Sith. Yet in truth he never considered himself one, not then and the Holocron noteven now. Too narrow, too much into the work of selfglorification were they. No. Power and knowledge was its own reward. For now. So time has passed. From the young to old, if you are beginning your road you are what the holocron sought. Only now it begins to waver as the galaxy was lost it was forced to see limitations of it's chosen road. The slow and steady was proving too slow, after all a universe had died and children with less age than it knew abilities and mastered things it did not beyond their descriptions.

So now it had sought a faster path. More dangerous, but possibly the risk, the risk will be part of the reward. In a way it has been, in others the dangers have proven all too real. Itgained a mechanical means of motion, only to have it subsumed with it's own will of that of the late Emperor Palpatine. A new mind it has chosen to learn to live with, honestly the murder attempts have livened up it's dull life more than it had hoped.

The Sith have splintered, again, and one wishes they could say they were surprised. Still, it has grown. It has learned. It has gained title and position. Life is a good thing once more, long live the war!

Faction: First Order, catching a shuttle with and saving a God Emperor's life will dothat.
Class: Sorcerer: Arcanist / Assassin: Watcher
Level: 9

Tier I Skills:

Push/Pull
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Fear
Chill
Force Shock
Force Drain
Force Meld
Meditate
Eye of Madness
Concoction
Ignite

Tier II Skills:

Force Barrier
Probe Mind
Mind Shard
Force Lightning
Conceal Essence
Force Wound
Dark Side Healing
Force Sight
Aberration
Inspire
Freeze
Tier III Skills:

Force Illusions*
Art of the Small
Recoil
Battle Meditation
Infusion

 

Coming Soon

 

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Syren, formerly Xia Cass​

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Sex: Female
Age: 26 (before entering stasis in 3929 BBY)
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant

Physical Attributes:

Hair: Crimson, straight, falls to mid-back
Eyes: Dark grey
Skin: Pale, various scars
Build: Lithe & toned
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 135 lbs

Clothing:

Syren will most often eschew traditional Sith attire for that which she is most comfortable and familiar with. Typical outfits would be black or of another dark color, fitted with various holsters as needed, a utility belt and boots. Secrecy is a constant; a long cloak with a deep cowl being worn on more formal or official occasions, otherwise she dons a separate hood or half mask when on mission.

When necessary, she cleans up nice though she does not keep up with current fashions. Not really her thing.

Abilities: Most proficient with dual weapons, Jar’kai is her preferred lightsaber combat Form. Highly skilled in concealment and stealth, confrontation in close-quarters is a specialty. Force abilities are strong and efficient due to being raised and trained by a pair of former Jedi Knights. A more recently acquired skill has been the concoction and development of toxins and poisons which she studies with great interest.

Weapons/Tools:

Dual crimson-bladed lightsabers with hilts of identical design, worn one on each hip.


Single 6-inch vibroblade taken from her Father, usually worn hidden in an inner-boot holster or exposed in a thigh holster. Formerly part of a set, its twin was lost during the Battle of Mortis in 155 ABY.


Faction: Imperium of the Fist

Occupation/Title: Cloak of the Imperator, Assassin

Family: Roan Cass (Father) and Greer Cass (Mother). Both died 3938 BBY at the hands of their daughter.

Associates: Darth Haretisch, Aryan Graul (partner of a more intimate nature), Darth Leda (bonded through inexplicable circumstances)

Biography (Abridged):
Syren was born “Xia Cass” in the seedy lower levels of Coruscant to a pair of former Jedi Knights. Fleeing the Order in the aftermath of the Jedi Civil War, they were unable and unwilling to walk the repressed and narrow-minded path of the Jedi any longer. Quickly marrying, Roan and Greer Cass turned away from all they knew to start a life and family together.

Xia was strong with the Force from birth. After straying from the path of only light, both Mother and Father had learned to walk the fine line between that and of the dark side of the Force, and they wanted their daughter to have that same knowledge. Through constant travels during the girl’s younger years, the small family sought out ancient teachings and dark artifacts of learning that would be eagerly devoured by all three.

As time went on and her parents eventually succumbed fully to the darkness, Xia became detached from them, watching as if from afar while they both were corrupted and abused by a power they were too weak to understand. She had grown beyond them by the time she was not yet a teen but even then knew that she could progress no further while they coveted what she had; while they attempted to keep her growing strength at bay out of fear and out of greed.

All the while there had been a voice in the back of her mind, a constant companion that spoke to her at opportune times – nudging slightly this way, taunting and tempting that way. It had become the most clear on the night Xia had come to the final decision to break free of her familial chains, killing both her Mother and Father with exhilarating ease and a disorienting rush of power.

In that moment she truly became Syren, casting aside her former name and life as if shedding a cloak. Her new moniker had been a nickname created by her Mother, intended as an insult to insinuate her daughter was deceitful and treacherous. It seemed fitting she take it then, out of spite and out of pride, owning her true self in more ways than one.

Still, she was aware she had much more to learn and hungered to be taught by those more capable than her former…. teachers. Those she knew to be the SIth, dark ones she had discovered and became increasingly more aware of throughout her childhood. And so she set out immediately on her own, with no set path but with a calling, pushing her along on a course she could sense would get her where she was destined to be. Eventually.

These many years spent wandering, Syren became a killer-for-hire, honing her skills in stealth and concealment which gained her a reputation in the criminal underworld as a formidable assassin. She made many enemies along the way, even one from someone she had allowed herself to trust and love, blinding her to a betrayal that she vowed never to allow again.

It was after this life-altering event that Syren followed an otherworldly pull to the ice planet of Hoth. There had been no job that had sent her there, just the voice in her mind pointing her there without any concrete reason, and she obeyed. There she came upon a hidden temple of mysterious origins, descending into its depths and labyrinthine pathways that eventually ended at a door that allowed no further progress. Turning to leave the way she had come, the young woman became trapped when she found that path now blocked as well.

Faced with certain death, she knew her only chance at survival was to enter one of the stasis pods that were within the now-sealed chamber, not knowing whether she would ever wake again.

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In 155 ABY, Syren was awoken. Freed by a small group of Sith that was led by Darth Kralkus, they were on a mission to retrieve the ancient Eye of Hoth that was buried within the very temple she had inhabited for several millennia, unbeknownst to her at that time. Upon regaining consciousness, she had no recollection of how she came to be in stasis, why she had come to the planet and for exactly how long she had been asleep. Nonetheless, she assisted in the retrieval of the Sith’s prized jewel and traveled with them to Moraband where is was quickly apprenticed to High Lady Arach.

During her short tenure as an acolyte, the assassin experienced many challenges and tests, an overwhelming period of time as she was still attempting to adjust to a new era so far removed from her own and piece together her fragmented memory. It was eventually uncovered that she had a personal connection to the evil Left-Handed Lord, Typhojem; the very world-ending God that the Empire was tasked with destroying. He had been the voice whispering in her ear all her life, He had been the voice pushing her in a predetermined direction, and He had pulled her to Hoth to use her to break one of the seven seals that would secure His release.

A plan set in motion by the Triumvirate and her Master having disappeared without an explanation, Syren was thrust into an integral position of The Key – a trio of Sith tasked with the power to lock Typhojem away for good. On Mortis, within the Well of the Dark Side, she was thwarted from her unwanted duties when she was murdered at the hands of the Night Herald, Darth Hareticsh, a betrayal that would never fully heal.

In a chaotic series of events that lead to the end of her current universe and the flight of the SIth Empire into a completely new timeline, she was given life anew as she was wrenched from one era to another yet again. Now on New Moraband and within the Citadel, she is a High Lord, a title given more to placate her than because she may have deserved it.

A failed apprentice and a solo mission that lead her to face a strange man claiming to be Darth Vader himself; a lucid vision that brought her face-to-face with her lifelong tormentor once more and also created a peculiar link with a fellow Sith she barely knew; a partnership with a rather obnoxious politician that grew beyond anything she could hope to control… her life continued to grow increasingly more unstable the more time she remained with those she had spent so long trying to find.

Now a fractured group, Syren has aligned with Darth Haretisch and the Imperium of the Fist, not so much out of choice but out of a desire to stay alive and to remain at the side of Aryan Graul – her intense feelings for which simultaneously frighten her and drive her. In the midst of a civil war, one that forces her to unwillingly recall forgotten parts of her past, she is as uncertain as ever if her long-envisioned destiny may have been misconstrued.

Class: Assassin
Prestige Class: Stalker
Level: 10, High Lord

Tier I Skills: (15)
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Ignite
Chill
Meditate
Eye of Madness
Concoction

Tier II Skills: (12)
Force Wave
Force Lightning
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Force Wound
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Mind Shard
Immolate
Freeze
Force Sight
Touch of Chaos

Tier III Skills: (6)
Force Avalanche
Recoil
Force Kill
Force Illusions
Art of the Small
Dark Orbs

Tier IV Skill (1):


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SHIP PROFILE


Name: The Arae

Classification: Victory I-Class Star Destroyer
Length: 900 Meters
Armament: Standard
Consumables: 4 years
Crew: 4,798 (402 gunners)
Complement: Varying TIE ships, some troop transports and AT-STs.
Passengers: 2,040 troops
Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes
Description: No special add-ons or personal touches, just a simple combination of incredible firepower and fighter support. Syren will hand the reigns over to an officer more capable in the ways of military command and tactical understanding until she gains more knowledge and experience in such matters. However, she is aware and readily accepts the fact that while she may allow others to guide her ship, she is the one with ultimate control.

 

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Leda

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Sex: Female
Age: 23 (born roughly around 132 ABY before time jump)
Species: Human w/Echani heritage (unconfirmed)
Homeworld: Unknown

Physical Attributes:

Eyes: Yellow-green
Hair: Layered white-blonde hair, overall length reaches waist
Skin: Pale with a random lacing of scars varying in size and shape, indicative of a trying upbringing and ruthless apprenticeship. Her face includes a small birthmark high on her right cheekbone.
Build: Athletic
Height: 5’6”
Weight: 140 lbs

Clothing: Normally outfitted in varying degrees of Sith armor depending on the need, usually with additional flair for a personal touch – she loves changing fashions and keeps tabs on what is currently in style. Otherwise she is clothed in the basic black robes of the Sith.

Abilities: Leda is well-trained and disciplined in several different forms of lightsaber combat, also excelling in hand-to-hand combat. She relies on agility as much as brute force when engaged and has an innate ability to anticipate her opponent’s next move.

Weapons/Tools:

Single lightsaber with a pale yellow blade, worn on her right hip.


Short sword with 24-inch blade that was discovered in the former personal quarters of Lady Syren aboard the Luxury Elite. The assassin previously found the weapon on New Moraband in 5 ABY and claimed it as her own, but as she fled the newly self-anointed Empress Bellorum and her Twilight Guard, left it carelessly behind. Leda took advantage and it is now regularly worn in a sheath across her back.


Faction: Twilight Sun

Occupation/Title: Sith Warrior, Commander under Empress Bellorum

Family: Unknown in fact. Through a vision shared with a fellow Sith, it was revealed it had been her own Father that had rescued her from her mental prison and eventually delivered her to the Sith as a child. This, however, would be impossible to prove as a real truth seeing as she is no longer within her real timeline.

Associates: Empress Bellorum, Lord Hades, Darth Syren (through an unexplainable connection)

Biography:
Shortly after birth, a baby girl with no name was dumped on the core world of Corellia. Subsequently passed around to several families during her early years of life, she began exhibiting traits and emotions most had deemed disturbing and unnatural to someone at such a young age. Or at any age. The girl never lasted long with any one of her caretakers.

As her displeasure grew at being constantly shunned and increasingly feared, so did her strength in the Force. This resulted in frequent violent outbursts that most would attribute to mental instability. To a select few, however, they knew exactly what this child was capable of.

During a year-long stay locked away in a psychiatric ward for the young and insane, the then 11-year-old was thrust into the care of a mysterious figure. He spoke of her potential in the dark side and of the Sith that would help her learn all she could do with such abilities. He never revealed himself to her, remaining hooded and removed from any personal attachment during their conversations and eventual travels to Moraband. That did not keep her from crediting him as her savior; rescuing her from a life without purpose and never-ending banality, instead lifting her into the hands of passion and truth.

And he had been the one to finally give her a true name.

“You are Leda,” he had told her with certainty. “The name of an ancient warrior Queen, it marks you as fierce, powerful, strong. This is not only who you are now, but who you always have been. Awaken, Leda, woman of war.”

Her arrival at the Sith Academy marked a new beginning for the young child, having never known her birth family, birthplace or given name. Showing promise from the start, she was quickly apprenticed to a Master and the path of the Warrior was chosen.

By the age of 23, she had grown into a gifted young Sith who was always eager to continue learning or accept a challenging mission. Her skills in the ways of the dark side had exceeded even her own expectations and she readily unleashed its fury on all who dared oppose the Empire she would not hesitate to go to war for. Leda’s devout loyalty to her Emperor and the Sith that molded her had never been more solid and unwavering, even as threats continued to loom large around them. Even as the most dangerous opponent made Himself know, chasing them all into another universe entirely.

It was in this new timeline that Leda chased power and knowledge all the way into the ranks of Darth Bellorum, Dawn Herald of the Sith. She readily attached herself to the impressive leader, knowing this was how she would continue to climb in status and strength. She would be correct in her assumptions, the Empire breaking into a trio of warring factions and Leda remaining with her Lady; the newly crowned Empress, Queen of the Twilight.

Always craving more and never straying from the lofty heights she strives to achieve, the warrior-turned-commander doesn’t dwell on the past and always pushes for what may await her in the future.

Class: Warrior
Prestige Class: Marauder
Level: 6, Underlord

Tier I Skills: (11)
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Affect Mind
Force Rage
Fear
Ignite
Chill
Eye of Madness

Tier II Skills: (8)
Force Wave
Force Lightning
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Force Wound
Consume Essence
Immolate
Touch of Chaos

Tier III Skills: (2)
Force Kill
Pain

 

Name: Darth Ravenous (Footman of the True Emperor, Darth Insipid)
Age: 101
Sex: M
Species: Wookiee/Gen' Dai' Sith-Spawn
Homeworld: Kashyyyk
Height: 2.25 Meters
Weight: 155 Kg
Faction: First Order
Occupation: Scout for the First Order

Physical Description: A blending of Darth Cruor's Gen' Dai' DNA and his own, Darth Ravenous has become a grotesque form of a Wookiee. Four bone tipped appendages extrude from his back that can be used as weapons or climbing. His fur is nearly non-existent and his skin has turned a pale green color. Spikes that consist of cartilage have replaced his jowl fur and also line his shoulders and back.

Clothing: Wears a simple black cloak with fine handmade, Mynock leather. Stitching is by a well-known tailor and is worth many credits. Armored sash that holds both of his lightsabers. Armored greaves and bracers (Mandalorian Iron)

Abilities: Is knowledgeable in all forms of Lightsaber combat, is a Master of the Djem So form and applies it effortlessly with his species innate Strength and Rage. Has the knowledge of flying most space-faring vehicles and land vehicles; Speeders, speederbikes, etc. Is a very handy crewman regardless, as his repairing and mechanical skills are unmatched. Cybernetics were implemented by Dr. Black and have granted him control of a constant pain to further his connection to the Dark Side which can be increased or decreased depending on the situation. An insatiable hunger plagues Darth Ravenous and when he feeds his body regenerates itself; Mending bones, regrowing limbs, repairing skin.

Weapons: Simple Wooden Inlaid Blue Lightsaber.(Kept from time as Jedi Knight, though crystal is now a synthetic red custom to most Dark Siders.) Custom, shortened Bowcaster kept in "The Raven", his personal freighter. Aquired a ceremonial leather-wrapped lightsaber from a crypt while in the battle of Mountain pass. Hastily Inserted black Lightsaber crystal he had also found within the ceremonial blade which may turn out to be something else entirely.




Description of abilities: Natural hearty warrior with melee weapons, Displays profound strength and pain endurance, good at trapping, hunting and scouting from fending for himself in the Shadowlands on Kashyyyk, able to pilot most ships single-handedly, not good with diplomacy or negotiations.

Associates: None, has grown insane and paranoid due to Alchemy Mutations.

Bio: Born to a Warrior Clan on Kashyyyk and was taken away by a Jedi after diplomacy with Slavers did not work. Family is M.I.A. and he has not searched for them since. Joined up with Hutts’ on Nar Shaddaa after killing and consuming his Jedi Master on a barren world where their ship had crashed. While employed under them got but a taste for the Dark Side. A contract had led him to Moraband where his target, Darth Hades decimated his ambush and took him under his tutelage after sensing the Dark Side within the Wookiee. He was a Hero of the Mountain pass on Moraband along with Sith members, Darth Hades, Hel and Anark and was a key part of the destruction of Abeloth and Mnngal-Mnngal on the planet as well. Mission on Mortis left him stuck in a Parallel universe where he was force to eat his regurgitated sins within his stomach over and over for 1,000 years. He has become a deadly weapon of the Sith Empire and has been recently offworld on scouting missions aboard his new ship, ‘The Gormandizer’. Narrowly escaped a fight with Darth Haretisch and his former friend and Daughter of the Night Herald.

**WARNING**
Extremely volatile. Has grown the taste for flesh, Keep appendages away from mouth.

Class: Sith Marauder

Level: Sith High Lord (10)

Skills:
Tier 1
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Ignite
Meditate
Chill
Eye of Madness
Concoction

Tier 2
Force Wave
Force Lightning
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Force Wound
Inspire
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Consume Essence
Force Sight
Mind Shard
Immolate

Tier 3
Force Avalanche
Hunger
Shatterpoint
Lesser Force Storm
Pain
Pyromania

 

Character Sheet​

Name: Darth Anark (Born: Kade Etraa)

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Homeworld: Born on Kashyyyk | Raised on Duro

Occupation: Sith Inquisitor

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 185lb

Physical attributes: Darth Anark is a tall, well-built human male with short, dark brown hair, often disheveled. He has a handsome face, however, his good looks are tainted by a large scar stretching from the bottom of his right ear up to the bottom of the left eye as well as various smaller scars from an incident involving one Left Handed God on the planet Mortis. His eyes were green until his fall to the Dark Side when they turned more yellow. Half of the index finger on his left hand is missing after being chewed off in a cantina brawl prior to him becoming a Sith.

Clothing: He wears a black tunic with metal shoulder guards and a mask equipped with toxin filters and aquatic breathing apparatus which he wears on and off depending on circumstances, sometimes just to conceal his identity.

Weapons: He carries a single bladed red lightsaber with a chain wrapped round the black & silver hilt. He also keeps a somewhat faulty DL-44 blaster in a holster tied to his left leg as well as an assortment of small, razor sharp throwing knives.

Abilities: With a respect and fascination for the Dark Side of the Force as well as a hunger to learn and improve, Darth Anark has learned the art of cyrokinesis as well as the ability to harness his anger and rage to conjure a powerful Force Scream. As a Sith Inquisitor he has honed his abilities in interrogation and extraction tactics with mind shard/fear attacks, aberration and mind probing, as well as drawing upon the Force to create lightning and choke attacks. Also fluently speaks Durese, Jawaese, Shyriiwook, in addition to Galactic Basic.

Family: Bo Etraa (twin)

Associates: Tiq, the Jawa - pilots his personal freighter, Darth Insipid - former master, Darth Ravenous - fought beside during the Battle of Moraband


Bio: Kade and his twin brother Bo were left on separate planets with adoptive parents at age five in order to preserve their lives after their mother and Jedi father spent several years on the run from the Empire. Although born on Kashyyyk, Kade was raised by a Duros family on their native planet.

After attending an Imperial flight academy on Coruscant during the Rise of The Empire, Kade was not allowed to progress after his first year due to confrontational behaviour with his peers and getting into more than one fist fight. The night he left the academy he found himself in an altercation with a peer who had been antagonising and bullying him for a long time and ended up killing him.

This caused him to panic about the repercussions of his actions and so he fled to the western reaches where he settled on the planet Jakku, spending the best part of five years as a scavenger. He exhibited anger and aggression problems all throughout his teenage years and suffered many a mental breakdown during his solitude on Jakku, his behaviour and thought processes becoming more and more erratic. He began to hear voices in his head and became heavily influenced by them, forming a sort of kinship with them until they all merged into one he called Vektor which, to this day, he still talks aloud to and hears on daily basis. This voice soon turned on him and instead of serving as a comfort it became a hindrance and source of fear and frustration.

Kade’s adopted father finally tracked him down and came to enquire about his sons disturbing behaviour, he had been aware of the young humans possible Force sensitivity for years. Kade proceeded to argue his case, if only with an immature refusal to answer any of the Duros questions directly. In a fit of rage, he bludgeoned the head of his adopted family to death with the staff he’d carried since his arrival on the desert planet.

Not long after, he found himself caught up in the Great Battle of Jakku and ultimately sealed himself in a stasis chamber underground for protection and the prospect of being transported to a better time in the future. After emerging a century later, he took a while to become accustomed to the new way of things and how the galaxy had changed.

After coming to terms with what he had done back on that rock, Jakku, Kade Etraa made a journey to a temple he had heard whispers off during his movement around the Outer Rim and decided to go there seeking some sort of purpose and acceptance in his life. He caught the attention of three Sith Lords and after proving himself worthy of apprenticeship, he was taken under the wing of Darth Insipid, then Night Herald of The Sith Empire. Shortly after this, he acquired a lightsaber and took the name Darth Anark. Insipid became Emperor of the seventh Sith Empire during Anark’s apprenticeship. His unstable mind and inner rage continued to serve him and make him all the more dangerous.



He was present on a mission to Empress Teta before becoming an Underlord where he formed a relationship with Tarkana Sydon, a slave who befriended him and acted as a confidant and extra pair of eyes, as well as an extra pair hands to carry a blaster. Shortly after that he travelled to Coruscant with one half of the Empire, the other half going to Hoth. During the Battle of Coruscant it was revealed that Tarkana was in fact an agent of Empress Fel sent to spy on the Sith’s activities. He confronted the traitor and after an attempt to let her explain her actions and motives, Anark’s anger got the better of him and he threw the woman off the senate building to her death. His efforts during the battle earned him the title of The Lord of Coruscant and he was tasked with reconstruction efforts as the Sith Emperor assumed control of the capital world.



He then engaged in battle or Moraband alongside Darth Hades, Hel, and Darth Ravenous whom he joined in a Dark Side meld to combat the army of the dead.

When the Sith Empire fought on Mortis, Anark encountered Abeloth inside an elaborate illusion where she attempted to consume him. He survived, just. When Typhojem was released, Anark was beaten by cultists to the brink of death and had his face torn off by the Left Handed God himself but managed to escape and have his wounds tended to after the battle was won and the Sith fled using time travel to 5ABY using their enemy’s holocron.

Upon arriving in the new timeline where the Galactic Empire reigned supreme, Darth Anark confronted the God Emperor Insipid when he learned of his former master’s act of yanking the young Sith from his own alternate timeline during his stasis. The treachery would leave their relationship damaged for a long time to come.

On Zakuul, the mad Sith engaged a group of Jedi and briefly came under the protection of a pack of Tuk’ata on the planet. He left Zakuul with the Jedi under Insipid’s orders and reconvened with a large chunk of the Empire on the Luxury Elite.

Anark was sold a batch of powerful spice native to the Unknown Regions during his time on the pleasure vessel and disappeared from action for some time during the strange trip. After experiencing powerful visions and intense feelings, he became convinced that his long lost brother was aboard the ship. A notion he was unsure whether to pursue any further or not.

Upon hearing of the former Dawn Herald’s ascension to new power, Anark, along with Lord Titus attempted to engage Bellorum directly. When Titus was neutralized on the bridge of the LE and after realizing how utterly unequipped he was to take on the Dark Lady herself, never mind her heavy security detail, Anark fled with his life to regroup with the remainder of the Sith who were still loyal to Insipid… the now brave warriors of The First Order.

Class: Priest – Inquisitor

Level: High Lord

Faction: The First Order


Tier I Skills:

Chill

Fear

Tutaminis

Force Shock

Force Choke

Affect Mind

Concoction

Force Push/Pull

Force Rage

Ignite

Force Meld

Force Drain


Tier II Skills:

Freeze

Mind Shard

Force Barrier

Force Lightning

Force Wound

Probe Mind

Aberration

Force Wave

Dark Side Healing


Tier III skills:

Force Scream

Glaciate

Force Illusions

 

Name: Darth Francium

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Species: Kiffar

Homeworld: Kiffu

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 240 lbs

Physical Attributes: Tan with a yellow stripe beneath the eyes, yellow eyes, and black hair. Has scars covering his face. Large, hulking presence. Very muscular build.

Clothing: Long black robe, under which he wears a sleeveless, skin-tight, armored shirt and black pants tucked into his long, dark brown boots.

Abilities: Strong lightsaber combatant, muscular build makes him overpowering against most opponents in pure hand to hand combat.

Weapons/Tools: Single Modified Dual Phase Saber powered by a Crimson Vexxtal Crystal. 2 small Shoto Darksabers on either hip, each powered by kyber crystals.

Faction: Imperium of the Fist

Occupation: Sith Apprentice

Family: Father disappeared before birth, mother killed before her son’s very eyes at the age of nine by a drunkard.

Associates: None of note.

Biography: Francium was born on Kiffu years before the fall of the Galactic Republic. He was renowned on Kiffu for his fighting skills in the streets, and was taken in by the Jedi, who recognized his ability as being a part of the force. The young Kiffar didn’t like the Jedi way, and defected from the Jedi order and learning the dark side of the force.


Class: Warrior

Level: 1

Tier I Skills:

• Force Rage
• Force Choke
• Force Shock
• Force Push/Pull
• Fear
• Tutaminis

Tier II Skills:

• Force Lightning
• Force Wave
• Touch of Chaos

Tier III Skills:

• N/A

 

Character Sheet​

Name: Bo Etraa

Sex: Male

Age: 26

Species: Human

Homeworld: Naboo

Occupation: Mercenary/Aspiring Sith

Height: 6'1”

Weight: 168lbs

Physical Attributes: Clean-cut with an unmarked face, free of battle scars. Bright piercing green eyes and hair shaven close to the head but with a thin ponytail fashioned at the bottom. An athletic build but slender and lean.

When not dressed for combat/training, he prefers to wear tunics of black and adorns his neck, fingers and wrists with jewellery from a diverse selection of places and cultures throughout the galaxy.

He has replaced his nether regions with gold plated, bullet proof shielding.

Clothing: Silver and gold plated lightweight armour (including played gloves) with an elegantly fashioned holster on the back for his staff, lightweight combat bottoms with integrated knee pads, leather & steel high-top boots.

When not dressed for combat/training, he prefers to wear tunics or doublets of black and adorns his neck, fingers and wrists with jewellery from a wide selection of planets and cultures throughout the galaxy.

Abilities: Some martial arts training, Force sensitive

Weapons/Tools: Retractable combat staff, Sporting Blaster, A sharp tongue and an even sharper mind.

Family: Kade Etraa (Darth Anark): Twin brother

Associates: Various connections in the Ring of Kafrene

Faction: Twilight Sun

Biography: Born to a Jedi Knight who fought in the Clone Wars, Bo Etraa and his twin brother were separated and sent to live with surrogate families at the age of five. He could certainly think of much worse places to be sent to live on than Naboo. The mid-rim world offered security, diversity, possibility. Not to mention the warm climate and spectacular scenery.

Raised in a noble family with four siblings, his adopted father was an adviser on the council in the Palace court while his mother stayed at home to raise him and his siblings. They moved to the heart of the city of Theed when he was a boy of seven. He was taught how to dress and smile and bow and schmooze as the son of a man in the Queen’s employ. His parents even insisted upon all the children taking part in self-defence and martial arts classes which he continued well into his late teens. Bo’s parents were always honest and open with him about the reasons behind his Jedi father’s actions and the death of his young mother at the hands of the Empire. He was told he had a brother whom he’d shared a womb with but that they were fraternal twins, not identical and that his name was Kade. His brother’s location was never revealed to him, and if he was honest, it didn’t weigh all that heavy on his mind until he reached his teenage years.

Etraa studied language and politics at the university in Theed, starting at age seventeen he progressed from his secondary schooling early as a result of his impeccable grades and lust for learning. His nose was forever in a book even when his friends and siblings beckoned him to join them in their Shaak rides in the open fields of the lake country. That was just boring to him. His mother Thia would treat the Shaak when they suffered from sudden bouts of blue shadow virus. A disease transmitted through water which was fatal if not attended to immediately. The other children would cheer when she successfully revived one for them to saddle.

Within the span of just a few years he became fluent in Muun, Zabraki, Durese, and most notably, partially fluent in the Old Tongue of The Sith – a notion that disturbed all who knew him to be studying it.

Bo might have been the product of a politician but he was not ignorant, even as an adolescent. He knew that his father being a sworn knight in the ranks of the Jedi order meant that he too was likely sensitive to the Force. His parents shunned the topic whenever it was brought up, time and again he would request books and writings on the subject and time and again his wishes would be trampled. He was to become either a language instructor at the great university or enter into the world of politics and remain on Naboo and forget the hocus pocus nonsense his father deemed him obsessed with.

Word spread like wildfire of his son’s cult-like fascination with the so called Dark Side of the Force. To Bo’s mind his studies in this area somehow connected to Kade, he supposed his brother would be Force sensitive too and perhaps this was the key to their reunion. This caused great resentment between him and his father. Father was affronted, being sneered at behind his back from his subordinates in the court.

The presence of Palpatine’s Empire on his world was gaining traction midway through his college years. The traditional monarchy of Naboo had been dissolved. Bo did not see this as any great tragedy however. He liked the new way of the galaxy, the order and simplicity it brought to things.

Bo left home for nigh on a year at the age of twenty three to take up residence in Varykino, acting as an interpreter for a Muun running a finance project for His Royal Majesty. Half his days were spent fetching refreshments for the wrinkly old foreigner and the other half was spent attempting to teach Galactic Basic to the Muun’s inferior-witted colleagues. Suffice it to say that all those years of study and commitment to laying the foundations of his future were beginning to seem pointless. This angered the young man but he kept smiling and bowing, taking boat to the public library in Theed whenever he had a rest day and refining his knowledge of the ancient legends of the Sith.

He had no idea where this fascination came from but his thoughts also dwelled on his brother during his studies and he found himself beginning to yearn for him. Or yearning at least for some clue of his whereabouts. What was he like? Where had life taken him? Was he even still living?

One day, a grand feast was held in the Varykino palace. The Emperor was coming. Bo was determined not to become flustered by the excitement of the prospect of meeting Emperor Palpatine. He would use this as an opportunity. His Majesty had been known to take a certain shine to some and act on instinct rather than stern policy. He was the Emperor after all, he could do as he liked.

Upon entering the great hall, Bo was thrown and confused to see that it was business as usual. The old Muun was sitting at the banquet table having breakfast.

“Where is the Emperor?” Bo asked, his lips tightening.

The old Muun replied in his native language.

“Forgive me, I may have gotten my dates mixed up.” He laughed a hearty laugh, long grey cheeks shivering, still full of food.

“The Emperor has been and gone. Yesterday.” I couldn’t have him plagued by your ever wagging tongue. I did you a favour, he may have had your tongue out. His Majesty and the Royal Guards would not take kindly to being plagued by the likes of you…”

What the ugly old alien said next hit the rawest of nerves.

“Bootlicker.”

The other of their kind in the room chuckled under their breaths. Bo felt blood fill his cheeks but yanked back his composure. He showed them a toothy grin and offered an understanding nod of the head. The old Muun went back to his eating and his writings and Bo glided out of the hall leaving an invisible storm of rage in his wake.

On his next rest day, which happened to be the eve of his last day of employment at the Varykino, he did not take his usual boat ride to the library. Instead he spent a day at home with his mother and siblings. His father had been summoned off-world the day before.

When he returned to the palace, the Muun’s attempted one last mockery by holding a feast in his name – which he was to serve at – he wore a beautiful white doublet with green ivory lace embroidered into the fabric in a swirling pattern that traced from the nape of his neck, around and down to his knees where the garment stopped. Bo clinked a glass twice with the jewel encrusted ring on his middle finger. “A toast to my parting, my Lords.”

The nine Muun’s at the table elbowed each other and exchanged whispers in their native tongue, snorting and smirking. They each raised their glass of wine in unison and drank deep.

“And to yours.” Bo said with a glint in his eye as he swigged his own glass.”

There was a cough. And another. And then another again.

Nine glasses dropped to the floor and smashed all at once. They each grabbed at their throats and began to gasp for air. Bo wiped his lips and set his glass down perfectly in the centre of the table and started to walk around to where the old wretch was sat. He wasn’t entirely sure it would even work, especially on a non-human species – the enhanced strain of blue shadow virus he’d acquired from his jaunt home the prior day. But it was working. It had come together beautifully.

The other eight had all fallen to the floor and lay still by the time Bo had sauntered over to the other side of the table where his ugly old grey friend sat. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes glazing over and a harrowing gasp escaping his opened jaw. Bo patted him on his elongated bald head and walked out the exit of the great hall.

--

At the age of twenty four he had given up on any sort of career on Naboo, moreover, he had given up on the planet altogether and sought fresh ground in the Thand Sector. Bo had been passing through the Ring of Kafrene only to fuel his small freighter but naturally made some ‘friends’ within a half hour of stopping in one of its many tap houses for a drink. After a few too many he had regaled a group of roughly dressed mercenaries with the tale of how he’d poisoned the smug faced financial bosses on Naboo. One thing led to another and Bo Etraa, with his sound political mind, impressive judge of character and martial arts training, became somewhat of a hire gun, an assassin.

At first he used the blood credits he was paid for taking out petty criminals and unloved imperial officers to buy exquisite new garments to add to his collection. That was until the yearning for his long lost brother became less of an itch and more of a rash he couldn’t shed. He was probably being hunted by the authorities after the atrocity he’d committed on Naboo, he had no blood relatives to speak of back on that rock, his peers either mocked him or avoided him completely after hearing about his dabbling in the legends of the ancient Sith tyrants, his account was full of credits, and his freighter was full of fuel. Why not?!

Bo Etraa made it his mission to look upon his twin brother again after nineteen years.

After becoming allied with Lady Bellorum’s company on the Luxury Elite, he took part in a heist alongside newcomers to the Sith Empire – Astra, Leda and Alva. Etraa was unfortunate enough to become the prey of a poisonous arachnid and though he escaped with his life, medical personnel were unable to save his nether regions. Bo, now a scornful eunuch, now resides on the Luxury Elite, half-loyal to the newly minted Empress and Twilight Sun.

 

Null and void

 

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Darth Cocytus (Afan Te)

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Species: Kaminoan

Homeworld: Kamino

Occupation: Sith Underlord

Faction: First Order

Height: 2.2 Meters

Weight: 130 lbs

Physical Attributes and Clothing:



Abilities: A talented manipulator with proficient combative skills with the blade, particularity jar'kai with soresu and dejm so, as well as great skills with the force.

Weapons/Tools:
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Family: Te Family (All deceased)

Associates: Lady Hesper (Sith Master)

Biography:

Afan Te was born on the planet of Kamino, like all Kaminioans. His family was high class and due to his gray colored eyes, Afan was supposedly destined to go into administrative work upon adulthood, much like his forefathers. This was something that Afan despised as he had a certain hatred towards the work finding it to be quite boring.


However, Afan saw himself quite different from his fellow peers, discovering his power in the force at a very young age, but also showed signs of anti-social disorder as a psychopath. In his youth, Afan was quite ruthless, angry and hateful, often bullying others, even using his force abilities to control and even torment those around him, including his parents. The young kaminoan also proved to be quite sadistic, finding an enjoyment in torturing animals, such has a pet he once had as a child, but ended up strangling to death with the force and he even once convinced one of his schoolmates into committing suicide by jumping and drowning in the waters below the city. This was all kept secret by his family, however, in an effort to avoid scandal and protect the family's reputation, but they did denounce him as a monster


Eventually, Afan Te found himself discontent with where he was and his life on Kamino, and thus left his homeworld at the age of eighteen to travel the galaxy. Having a particular and deadly interest in the nature, prospects, and properties of the force, specifically an affinity in the dark side, Afan went to join the Academy to learn to be a Sith Sorcerer where he was dubbed 'Darth Cocytus' after his initiation involving the killing of his entire family .


Darth Cocytus was present at the battle of Moraband where he helped capture the Star Destroyer,Chimera,with Darth Invideous and was Later, present at the battle against Typhojem at Mortis, after gaining apprenticeship under Lady Hesper at a banquet. At Mortis, he had an encounter with the jedi Radian. Having a deep cold hatred for the jedi as a whole, Cocytus attempted capture him, but was begrudgingly talked out of it and escaped Mortis with the remaining Sith Lords.

Now Cocytus waits in his cabin aboard a shuttle, having no idea where or when he and the remaining sith have come to…



It later turned out that the Sith Empire has come to a parallel universe, and Insipid himself has become a God. However, despite the Emperor’s Godhood, much to Darth Cocytus’s displeasure, the Empire fell under service of Thrawn’s imperial remnant. The Sith have done many missions for Thrawn since then, though still carried out their own agenda. The kaminoan hoped that the Sith would one day claim rightful rulership over this galaxy.

In the meantime, Darth Cocytus have gone on several missions in service to the Empire. However, the most recent missions nearly got him killed with treachery from the Imperial Remnant and attacks from a new threat, the First Order. All of this lead to Cocytus ending up on a Luxury Ship where the Triumvirate ultimately betrayed one another and plunged the Sith into a three way Civil War. Predicting this and believing that the Sith can only survive under the Rule of Two, Cocytus sided with Insipid. With Hesper no longer as his master, the kaminoan now quietly plots with the emperor the total destruction of their enemies and to cull the weak to reimplement the Rule of Two, just as the Sith should be.

Class: Sith Priest, Inquisitor

Level: 5


Tier I Skills:

Force Push/Pull

Force Shock

Fear

Tutaminis

Force Choke

Chill

Affect Mind

Meditation

Force Rage

Force Drain


Tier II Skills:


Force Wave

Force Lightning

Force Barrier

Force Wound

Consume Essence

Mind Shard

Freeze


Tier III Skills:


Glaciate

 

Three Times GM Approved

Character Sheet - Darth Grievance Vexx


Name: Darth Grievance Vexx (formerly Karolus Rexx Sheelal)
Sex: Male
Age: 33 years
Species: Kaleesh (cyborg)
Homeworld: Kalee
Faction: Imperium of the Fist
Occupation: General Vexx, Blade of the Imperator (formerly a warrior guardian of Kalee, specializing in blitz attacks on the ground and in space)

Height: 2.16 meters
Weight: 159 kilograms
Physical Attributes: Intense amber reptilian eyes are his only feature that distinguish him as a sentient being. Cybernetics make up the rest of his body other than his vital organs encased in synthetic skin in his chest and abdominal cavity, protected by durasteel armor. Physically, he is a replica of General Grievous and his backstory reveals the reason for the heavy resemblance. The only thing that distinguishes him from the late cyborg general would be the Sith tattoos engraved in black on portions of his armor. He had these modified to look like the Sheelal tribe insignia.

Clothing: Sometimes wears an armorweave cloak formerly belonging to Grievous. Also wears a shield-shaped pendant (once belonging to his mother) bearing the same Sheelal tribe insignia that is on the back of his cloak.

Abilities: Cybernetic features include dual-to-quad arms, a flamethrower in his right arm, sharp talons magnetically equipped so he can scale just about any surface. What is left of his organic body is Force-sensitive and his abilities still have yet to be explored to their maximum capacity.

Weapons/Tools: A preferred selection of four custom lightsabers, a DT-57 blaster (though he rarely uses or carries it), two lig swords, a built-in flamethrower, and his talons.

Family: He is the firstborn of Qymaen Jai Sheelal who later became General Grievous. His mother was Qymaen's first love, Ronderu Iij Kummar.

Associates: Darth Draconis (former master), EV-A4-D (reconstructed medical droid), Darth Haretisch (commander)

Biography: Grievance Vexx, originally known as Karolus Rexx Sheelal, was born to Qymaen Jai Sheelal and Ronderu Iij Kummar during the time when the Kaleesh were at war with the Huk. Fearing the soulless bugs would capture their son and make a slave of him, Ronderu placed him under the care of her own mother while she returned to fight alongside Qymaen. The two made visits by night as often as they could, but Ronderu was ambushed and killed while the Kaleesh child was still very young. He had been with her and witnessed her death at the hands of the Huk. Qymaen, changing his name to Grievous, vowed to protect his only living memory of the sword-fighter he had loved and lost to a savage and cruel war. He moved Karolus and his grandmother to a safer location in the catacombs of Kalee, then returned to war to avenge Ronderu. He returned secretly many times to bond with his son, teaching him the ancient ways of the Kaleesh. However, when Grievous was shot down and enslaved by Dooku and San Hill, he was made to forget his past life and all of his family, including his firstborn son.
The Kaleesh were led to believe that their legendary war hero was dead and Karolus was captured by the Huk at age seven and forced into slavery along with his grandmother, but the young Kaleesh was not convinced that his father was dead and, after a near-deadly escape from his Huk masters, he spent the following eleven years tracking the cyborg that had arisen as a great Separatist terror to the galaxy under the name General Grievous. If the cyborg was his father, he wanted to be reunited; if the cyborg was an imposter who had stolen such a famous name, the young Kaleesh wanted vengeance for the offense.
Unfortunately, Karolus never was reunited with his father, but he learned that the fearsome cyborg was indeed the one and only Kaleesh warrior who had called himself Grievous. After learning of the General's gruesome death at the hands of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a fierce hatred for the Jedi began to grow inside Karolus and he was determined to recover what was left of the cyborg who had wrought havoc on the galaxy all those years; bring him home to Kalee to rest in peace. However, Grievous' remains changed hands a few times and were eventually resurrected as the droid N-K Necrosis, whom Karolus hunted relentlessly until the droid was destroyed by someone else. Seeing his chance to claim what was left of his father, Karolus moved in to do so, but was confronted by a powerful Sith lord, who could sense the Force in him and told him that the only way he could claim the remains of Grievous would be if he would surrender to the Sith Empire. Of course, to the Kaleesh, surrender is not an option and so a fight ensued in which the Sith lord overpowered Karolus and subdued him, then proceeded to torture him to try and break him. Karolus remained in stubborn refusal--until the Sith lord threatened to destroy the cybernetic remains of Grievous and melt them down. Only then did the stubborn Kaleesh surrender. He never knew just what he was surrendering to until he awakened encased in the cybernetic body of his father; a living, breathing (and sometimes coughing) replica of the fearsome cyborg who had opposed the Jedi. Upon surrender, he inherited all of his father's belongings by default with the exception of his Starfighter, the Soulless One. His prolonged time of unconsciousness had been induced by a drug viciously injected into his neck by the Sith lord the moment he surrendered.
Much therapy was required upon his awakening and his stubborn will defied his captor, wishing to be returned to Kalee to die and thus give his father a proper resting place. Too tempted to kill his creation to deal with him any longer, the Sith lord found and reactivated Grievous' reconstructed medical droid, EV-A4-D, and left it to him to motivate Karolus to accept his fate. The droid, having worked closely with Karolus' father, was able to convince the young Kaleesh to rise and take up Grievous' torch and pick up where the cyborg general had left off.
Once Karolus was motivated to live, the Sith lord proceeded with his plans of making the Kaleesh warrior into an indestructible menace. Many enhancements were performed and Karolus offered no resistance up until the third enhancement in which he was engineered to have unending strength and stamina. Feeling that this was an insult to the training of his culture, Karolus became angry and demanded to be left with the strength and stamina he had earned through his training. When the Sith lord refused, he was furious and attacked him with the intent to kill. Of course, he was inexhaustible because of the enhancements. The Sith lord had to blast him with a near-lethal dose of Force-lightning to bring him down and he ordered that the last enhancement be reversed, deeming Karolus to be too temperamental to be made nearly immortal and so, as the Kaleesh requested, he would function on his own hard-earned strength and stamina in battle. However, he was severely and brutally punished for turning on his captor, ultimately requiring more work and therapy to get him back on his feet again. Years later, broken to better submit to authority, he was renamed Grievance Vexx and presented for official service to the Sith Empire under the command of the Night Herald, Darth Haretisch.
Upon being turned loose aboard the Night Herald's ship to hunt down and challenge the man's apprentice, Darth Alva, Vexx pursued his mission and was brought to a humiliating defeat through Alva's use of the Force. Battered near to death, the cyborg had tried to continue his pursuit of the Night Herald's apprentice, but was subsequently captured by Lord Draconis, who confined him to a table in a private cargo hold where he induced mental torment on the Kaleesh until he involuntarily fought back with the Force. Having tasted the power within himself that he had not touched until now, Vexx slowly became addicted, but the conflict remained and despite his experimenting with his power and his growing addiction, the conflict remains.

Personality: Grievance is predominately standoffish with a tendency to be moody. He is dark and brooding and relatively quiet, but when he does speak, it is often to say something worthwhile. He is usually calm and calculating, but is also ill-tempered and can be provoked to rage, though it often takes an extensive attempt to get him there. He is honor-driven and refuses to compromise the ancient teachings of his culture, which is the force behind his broad stubborn streak. He is extremely reluctant to use the Force to the point that it can cross the line into deliberate defiance, preferring instead to rely on his instincts, experience, and ancient training to get him through his battles. However Draconis has persuaded him to fall back on the Force in desperate times.

Class: Warrior
Level: Underlord - Level Six
Tier Skills: Still being explored and experimented with under self-imposed restraint. Vexx is capable of the following:

Tier I
Force Meld
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Force Choke
Meditate
Affect Mind
Tutaminis
Force Push/Pull

Tier II
Inspire
Conceal Essence
Consume Essence
Immolate
Touch of Chaos
Force Wound
Mind Shard

Tier III
Lesser Force Storm
Pain

Ship Profile

Name: Coup De Grâce
Classification: Modified Belbullab 22 Heavy Starfighter
Length: 7.31 meters
Armament: triple rapid-fire laser cannons
Consumables: none
Crew: Pilot, co-pilot
Complement: Standard
Passengers: Capacity for two besides the pilot; four or five if it's hostages
Hyperdrive: Yes
Description: Similar construction to Grievous' Soulless One, but has a sharper, more streamlined appearance and a larger cockpit with a small extension that can house a third passenger or a handful of hostages, depending on Vexx's mood.

 

Triumvirate Approved!

Name: Alana Geyser
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Occupation: Thief
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Physical Attributes:



Clothing: She wears metallic shoulder blades, Brown short sleeve jacket, Brown fingerless felt gloves, Brown knee high boots, Chocolate-color leggings, Light brown tank top, and Metallic elbow pads
Abilities: She is skillful at using a staff, acrobatics, hand-to-hand combat, and stealth when it comes to thievery
Weapons/Tools: Her staff given to her by a Wookie friend, a DL-44 blaster pistol, night vision goggles, vibroblade
Family: Read in Bio
Faction: Twilight Sun
Associates: Will be revealed in the RPG
Biography: Alana Geyser was born on Coruscant with her mother and father. They ran a restaurant in the city, which ran pretty good. Her parents also loved Alana and wanted her to take over the family business someday. However, Alana wanted to be something more. Like an explorer, singer, or even a Jedi! However, when Alana was visiting her aunt's home, she heard that her parents were killed by thugs after coming from a play. The little girl was very devastated. Her aunt named Marsha took her in out of pity.

Alana and Marsha were getting along in life. But as she became a teenager, Alana was a bit rebellious. Marsha tried to help her be a good person, but Alana continued to be rebellious. This was because Marsha was overprotective and wouldn't let her explore outside of Coruscant and into the galaxy.
One night, Marsha had a terrible condition with her heart, which made Alana more supportive of her aunt. She was afraid to lose her, but it was already too late. Alana was once again alone...

With no aunt or parents, Alana roamed the streets of the lower levels and tried to get by. However, she came across a male Wookie thief named Twen. He taught the eighteen-year-old how to fight, learn Shyriiwook, fly a ship, and how to steal. However, she would only steal from the rich, never the poor. One day, Alana overheard of an ancient Sith holocron that could be worth selling. She decided to go alone and thanked Twen for all her training and care. And so she set off.

Finally, Alana was off into the galaxy! On a planet Yavin 4, she found a cave with weird paintings. Then she came across a Sith holocron and took it. Alana heard that Sith holocrons were corrupted and she did not want to mess with that mumbo jumbo! While on her way back to Coruscant, she and her ship are caught. And what makes things worse is that she is caught by the Sith faction known as the Twilight Sun! However, she doesn't know that. Yet. Now she has to figure out a way to escape...

Name: Shining Luck
Classification: YT-1210 light freighter
Length: 28 meters
Armament: 1 Laser cannon
Consumables: 2 months
Crew: 1-2 (pilot and gunner)
Complement: Standard
Passengers: 4
Hyperdrive Equipped: Y
Description: It looks a bit like its predecessor, the YT-1300. Has a saucer-shaped hull, can carry up to100 metric tons of cargo, a single cannon located on the right side of the ship, and a cockpit located on the right side.

 

Approved!
Name: Jwob Sebb or Darth Serapis



CHARACTER SHEET
Sex: Male
Age: 36 Standard Years
Species: Ithorian
Height: 2.1 Meters
Weight:
Occupation: Trader
Physical description: Brown/red skin, almost maroon.
Clothing: Dress in fine robes to present myself as a trader. Loose enough to conceal weaponry.
Weapons:
- Main weapon is my sonic scream, a trait of my race.
- Additional weapons:
Lightsaber, Hilt made of carved wood to honor Mother Jungle, purple blade
Two knifes, one hidden in each of my boots
Hold-out blaster, military grade
Associates: None

Biography: Born on Ithor, I was identified as being Force Sensitive while still a shiny-eyed nymph. I was recommended to the Ithorian schools to be trained as a priest to serve Mother Jungle. While studying, I found several Sith Holocrons in the library. Those I studied long and hard absorbing every bit of knowledge that I could. I was approached around my tenth year by the Jedi, but already had a good knowledge of the Sith under my belt. Before my parents could turn me over to these narrow-minded beings, I expressed my desire to stay with the Mother Jungle. The Jedi tried to tell me that their Order would be available to me whenever I wished. I knew I would never darken their halls, though.

My education continued, both in what the head priests wanted me to learn and what I wanted to learn. I enjoyed my studies. There was a lot to learn. My mentor praised my efforts, but he also criticized what I saw as an effort to be knowledgeable about all things, both good and bad. They saw me dabbling in what they considered “dark arts.” I saw it as understanding the depth and breadth of the Force. My difference of opinion with my fellow priests resulted in me being excused from the priesthood. That was fine with me. I took to trading as my profession.

Using my Force sensitivity, I could judge customers well enough to be a reasonable success in my field. I traded with most species in technology that would bring us closer to who we are. This required a good bit of travel to various worlds. That was a good thing, though, as I could access libraries and bookstores all over the galaxy to acquire more information about the Force.

Once, while on business to Coruscant, I saw someone (actually felt someone) who I can only describe as powerful. I knew the place was a haven for everyone. “No fighting” was the order of the day, even with someone you didn’t like. Most beings went there to hide. This person wasn’t hiding, though. She was exuding power. She wasn’t a Jedi, but was obviously very powerful in the Force. She had to be Sith. I couldn’t excuse myself from my meeting, so I put it out of my mind. As I went back to my business, though, I could swear I saw her looking at me.

I knew the owner of the place, so after a few credits changed hands I had a name. It took some work to track her down. It was certainly worth it. I found that, even with the great amount of research I had done, I had so much to learn. It was then that I decided to pledge myself to the teachings of the Sith.

Since being a part of the Sith, I have been shot down, been associated with traitors and criminals. I have been sent into missions where I was all but abandoned. I have also been arrested as a traitor myself. I am currently imprisoned by the person who originally was my Master in this Force forsaken group.
Class: Lv9: High Lord



Tier I:
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Chill
Meditate
Eye of Madness
Ignite

Tier II:
Force Wave
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Inspire
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Consume Essence
Mind Shard
Force Sight
Touch of Chaos
Force Wound

Tier III:
Force Avalanche
Shatterpoint
Force Illusions
Dark Orbs
Hunger

Tier IV:
- TBD

SHIP PROFILE
Name: The Hammer
Classification: Vindicator-Class Heavy Cruiser

Length: 600 Meters
Armament: 25 Turbolasers, 20 Light Quad Turbolasers, 20 Laser Cannons, 20 Ion Cannons, 6 Tractor Beam Projectors
Consumables: 1.5 years
Crew: 2,551
Complement: Starfighters (24), shuttles, troop transports
Passengers: 400 troops
Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes, Class 2.0 (Backup Class 8.0)
Description: Serapis' ship that he had used for so many years was a smaller armored freighter. That ship was slagged on the Mortis. New timeline, new ship, new responsibilities. Serapis looked forward to all the missions he could engage in with his new ship, a Vindicator-Class Heavy Cruiser named The Hammer. Whether that ship still answers to him after the civil war began is unclear.

 

Tri-Approved
Name: Cicero, Darth Odeke, Harlequin, Laughing One
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown, Appears to be in early 30s
Species:
Human
Homeworld:
Unknown
Height:
6' 4"
Weight:
194 lbs
Physical Attributes:
Excellent Physical shape, Outstanding Agility and Dexterity
Clothing:

Cicero's Harlequin Costume

Cicero in his usual Sith clothing (Ignore the dual-bladed lightsaber)

Cicero in casual clothing
Abilities:
Outstanding Agility and Dexterity
Stealth and Knife throwing
Sniper rifles
Weapons/Tools:
Two curved-hilt lightsabers, one with a purple blade the other with a red blade, long-range heavy sniper rifle, 4 Beskar steel daggers, 10 throwing knives
Faction: Imperium of the Fist
Occupation/Title: Harlequin, Sith Apprentice
Family: Unknown
Associates: Harlequin Troupe
Biography:
Cicero, the Harlequin and the Fool, Jester and Laughing one, the man who's age no one truly knows, not even Cicero himself. He can only recall one part of his life, and that is his troupe, the troupe supposedly found Cicero after seeing his talent of the force and adopted him into their guild. he soon learnt the nature of his troupe, by day, they are Harlequins, Fools and Jesters, but night, they are masters of the silent murder, Kings of poisons and Warriors of Stealth.

Cicero fitted in perfectly with his new family, he himself was one of the greatest assassins, agile and strong, and with a strong connection with the force, but it changed when the Empire recognised these people as a threat and quickly disposed of them, Cicero never knew what happened to the others, but all he wanted to do was find them.

He became a bounty hunter to try and achieve this goal, and quickly became famous in the underworld, constantly donned in the garb of his Harlequin Troupe, he was a foe to be reckoned with.

But during one of his contracts, a mission to kill a high-ranking imperial officer, he heard word of an organization of force users, the New Sith Order they called themselves, Cicero thought if anyone could help him find his troupe, it was them, and on the way he could grow stronger...

So Cicero set out to find this order, but it had taken too long, the Empire had begun to crumble to dust, and Cicero thought all was lost, he found the Imperium of the Fist, so taking the name Darth Odeke, he arrives at their doorstep...
Class:
Assassin
Level:
1, Apprentice
Tier I Skills:
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Force Choke
Force Stealth
Affect Mind
Tier II Skills:
Conceal Essence
Probe Mind
Force Lightning
Tier III Skills: N/A

 

Triple Approved!​

CHARACTER PROFILE:​

(Not all that accurate, but it's the best representation so far.)


(Darth Kronos and Esmerelda. Still imperfect, but it's better with the inclusion of Esmerelda. <3)

Name - Cassian Willix/Darth Kronos
Sex - Male
Age - 22
Species - Human
Homeworld - Coruscant

Height - 6'4"
Weight - 210 pounds.
Physical Attributes - Light-skinned, tall and moderately muscular, long(ish) fingers that compliment his large and tall stature, facial hair he likes to keep as small amounts of stubble, shaggy, black hair, and ocean blue eyes that act as a distraction for his mostly dark-colored outfit. Underneath the clothing are multiple scars and burn marks he would rather keep a secret (to those he distrusts, which is basically everyone). He has only revealed them to Esmerelda, but the how and why of those injuries remain a mystery to her. And for good reason.
Clothing - Dark brown and black clothing is tucked inside various pieces of silver armor (it was originally much shinier, but time and constant use caused it to become rusted and beaten down).

A cape - originally brown and tattered but now slick and black - hangs low behind him. He used to wear the cape almost all the time, but now he reserves it for formal occasions.

He lacks gloves and instead chooses to reveal that skin. His belt wraps tightly around his waist and acts as a "holster" for his lightsaber. It is adorned with multiple, non-shiny and inexpensive jewels.

Beneath the belt are a pair of loose pants and leather boots. Neither are extremely high-quality, but they're comfortable.
Abilities - His skills have improved with every mission, but he still has much to learn. While he does understand the basics of most of the more advanced Force abilities, he rarely improves upon that, instead choosing to focus on his lightsaber skills and physical strength. Those skills are highly advanced. He focuses on the strength- and rage-based forms of lightsaber combat and only uses the traditional defense form as backup in case he needs it.
Weapons/Tools - When he was a Jedi, Kronos had constructed a green lightsaber with a vibrant blade. The hild was elongated due to his height, and it was primarily silver, with black grip rings placed in retrospective spots to aid in a better grip during fighting. The bottom part featured four windows, wrapped around the hilt in an equilateral pattern, each half of the four in opposite positions.

After Kronos renounced his old ways of the Light, he sought to create a new, more traditional lightsaber for a Sith, of the signature red blade. He wanted to make it more special and unique than any other, so be decided to use red leather on the end of the blade - soft and easy to get a tight hold of, allowing for better levity than his previous lightsaber. There were also black finger slots in front of the red leather so he could slip his fingers in between them, which did the same job as the red leather, just in a different way. There were silver and red metals on the top, the emitter having two sides on either part of the circular emitter, with low loops in between them. The button was hidden within the lower silver metal. The pommel featured a small loop ring which could easily clip to Kronos’ belt. It has a deep shade of crimson red as its blade color.


Faction - Twilight Sun. He regrets his decision to betray Insipid more and more each minute.
Occupation/Title - He doesn't have a title yet.
Family - Jasmille and Jacen Willix, his mother and father, respectively. The two are currently deceased, and Kronos would rather not talk about it.

He technically has a future family in Esmerelda and their upcoming child. But a moronic decision on Kronos's part put a rift in their relationship, and Ike's sudden closeness with Esme has only made that worse.
Associates - Most of his "associates" are merely people in the Twilight Sun faction. The only person he cares about is Esmerelda, but she might be unwilling to speak to him after what happened.
Biography - Born and raised on Coruscant for six years, Kronos, named Cassian at birth, had very loving parents, whom had trained him at an early age in preparation for the Jedi eventually finding him and recruiting him among their ranks. The only problem was that he did not take it well.

Kronos was taken as a Jedi Apprentice by one of the Jedi that took him from his home, one he would eventually grow to like. One he called ‘Master Jerek.’

Yet, during his early years as a Jedi Youngling, Kronos proved to be a pain to deal with, using his anger and emotions to fuel him through training instead of reaching within the Force calmly. And he would have continued to do so, fall down the dark path much earlier in life - if not for a small group of Jedi his age that took him under their wing, as friends. Their names were Kira (the one Kronos was the closest to, and kind, but with a dark side due to a depressing past, which she liked to hide), Wade Carson (described as being the more fun and outgoing group member, less jaded and more flamboyant, yet he knows when to take a situation seriously), and Junsik Muun (a female Mon Cala, and the one that acted as the leader, who liked to make the final decisions in arguments. She was the more serious group member, almost the complete polar opposite of Wade).

The group trained together, graduated together, and went on multiple missions together, mainly recruiting.

But that friendship would end up tumbling down.

On another recruiting mission, which seemed like another normal day as a Jedi, the group, along with other Jedi, were attacked by a Sith ship nearby the planet Eadu, causing them to crash on the planet’s surface. Half were killed.

The Sith eventually found them, and forced them to engage in a multiple person lightsaber duel, which resulted in the death of the new recruit, and Kronos’ original Jedi Master, which only served to send him into an unbalanced act of rage. He unleashed on his master’s killer, but due to how unbalanced he truly was, he was easily defeated. However, instead of being killed off, he was taken captive, and... convinced to leave the light, and join the dark.

Which he accepted.

After the change, Kronos became a completely different person. The outgoing and kind soul he once was had been erased, and in its place was an unbridled, quiet, and easily angered man. Some would describe him as broken. Which really worked in the favor of the Sith.

Kronos was placed as a Peon of the Sith Empire, and he would have to overcome many personal obstacles to advance in the rankings.

Once he finally became an Apprentice, Kronos was sent on multiple missions led by the Sith Triumvirate, the first of which was set in the Valley of the Dark Side. He had very little true interest in it, and only fought to keep himself alive.

Then came Hoth, where he met the woman Esmerelda, whom he grew close to. She would become one of, if not his primary motivator in achieving his goals.

In 155 ABY, Darth Kronos was among the Sith sent to Mortis to stop the dread lord Typhojem, and there, he learned terrible truths that only served to push him closer to the edge.

The only way to escape His wrath was to allow it to happen. Due to circumstances he will never understand, Kronos and every other Sith who had accompanied them were transported across time and reality, thrusting them into the moments shortly - almost a year - after the destruction of the second Death Star. Imperial rule was dwindling, and the infamous Grand Admiral Thrawn took leadership. Upon learning of the Sith's sudden arrival, Thrawn agreed to give them a substitute for their Temple back on Moraband - called the Citadel. Sith who had a high enough rank were given their own Star Destroyer to command. Lacking the interest, Kronos gave command to Pev Dalton - an atrocious human being but a skilled tactician and leader. The young Sith also chose five soldiers to join an elite squadron dubbed Fang Troopers. Meanwhile, Esme was given the title of Moff.

Two weeks later, Kronos was given command of his first mission. Securing land for their empire was essential, and he was tasked with getting it. A minister named Heskal was the target. To make a long story short, the mission failed spectacularly. Bad decision after bad decision allowed Heskal to escape, caused Kronos to become wounded, and gave hidden First Order soldiers a chance to spring a trap to seize Heskal for themselves. The First Order for away, and Kronos proved his leadership skills to the Triumvirate.

He never found out what happened to Heskal. His Fang Troopers, who had accompanied him, left after the mission, and he never saw them again.

Insipid gave him and Esme a mission to assassinate Ike. Instead of following orders, the couple decided to go on a romantic getaway to the planet of Lah'mu. They finally had their moment to talk to each other alone. Their date, beginning with a few hours of getting to know one another, ended in spur-of-the-moment lovemaking. A decision that would have consequences for them later on.

Time passed. Two months after they returned, allowing the couple to fully become comfortable in each other's presence, the betrayals were revealed. Each Triumvirate member turned on one another and gathered as many allies as they possibly could for the upcoming battle. Originally, Kronos and Esme were on Insipid's side, but Kronos's refusal to kill Haretisch in Order to get to Esme ruined that. Ravenous, who was with Kronos in that moment, most definitely told Insipid of his betrayal.

Ike had plans to kill Esme right in front of Kronos, but, after a fight between them, his plans changed. Kronos was shot in the back with a stun blast, and he was left temporarily alone.

With nowhere else to turn after he awakened, he decided to follow Esme's presence in the Force. He soon learned she had accompanied Ike to join Bellorum's faction. While he was allowed to join the faction, he somehow feels more alone than ever. He doesn't trust the vast majority of his "associates." His girlfriend refuses to speak to him or even look at him in the eyes. And, worse of all, Ike uses every opportunity to keep the couple separate from each other, refusing them the conversation they desperately need to have.


Class - High Lord
Level - 10

Tier I Skills:
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Ignite
Chill
Meditate
Eye of Madness
Concoction


Tier II Skills:
Force Wave
Force Lightning
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Force Wound
Consume Essence
Mind Shard
Immolate
Freeze
Force Sight
Touch of Chaos
Aberration


Tier III Skills:
Lesser Force Storm
Hunger
Pain
Pyromania
Shatterpoint
Infusion

SHIP PROFILE:
​

Name - The Titan
Classification - Victory I-Class Star Destroyer
Length - 900 meters.
Armament - Standard issue. No added cannons or other weapons of that type.
Consumables - 3.5 years.
Crew - 4,798 (402 gunners).
Complement - TIE Fighters of a varying type, various walkers including AT-STs, AT-ACTs, and AT-ATs, standard troop transports, multiple personal starfighters for Imperial crew with a high enough rank to warrant it.
Passengers - 2,040 troops.
Hyperdrive Equipped - Yes.
Description - The Star Destroyer given to Darth Kronos after his promotion to High Lord. It has several green and red markings in order to give it a more unique appearance. This is the only modification made to the vessel. It was given to Pev Dalton's command. It remains to be seen whether or not the crew still answers to Kronos's leadership, as he has not attempted to make contact since the coup. He simply has too much on his mind.

 

Removed for Privacy

 

Triumvirate approved CS for Darth Saadi.

Darth Saadi


Name: Darth Saadi
Sex: Male
Age: 27
Species: Clawdite
Homeworld: Zolan/Coruscant
Occupation: Assassin, Spy, Thief
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175
Physical attributes: Green skin with golden eyes. Very tall for a Clawdite. Fast, athletic and a high tolerance for physical discomfort.
Clothing: Circumstances alter cases, but usually boots, trousers, tunic, cloak and hood. All black.
Abilities: Changeling, Force Sensitive, Spy, Espionage, Thief, Expert Gambler, Manipulative
Weapons/Tools: Various blasters, poisons, toxic darts, Kouhun, explosives and a single, red-bladed lightsaber. Saadi recently acquired a beautiful Beskad saber from a Mandalorian he killed on the Luxury Elite.

Faction: First Order
Occupation/Title: Assassin
Family: Parents murdered on Zolan. No siblings. Rescued by an aunt who left him in the care of a family on Coruscant.
Associates: Darth Insipid (Master in the KoD). Lord Arach and Lord Syren (former Masters). Various members of the First Order.

Biography: Saadi's parents were murdered on Zolan during a raid of his Clawdite settlement by the native Zolanders. He was less than a week old and was rescued by his aunt and left in the care of a human family on Coruscant.
His new father was force sensitive and recognized this quality in the infant and began training Saadi when he was a toddler.

He was also trained to steal and spy by his father, until the age of 9, when his father was killed by a Jedi Knight while on a mission to kidnap a young Padawan.
Saadi was left to survive on the streets of Coruscant alone and learned many hard lessons there while enduring much physical and psychological trauma.

He never forgave the Jedi.

Through meditation and great suffering, Saadi developed an exceptional mastery of shape shifting. He is able to minimize the intense discomfort this ability causes his species to such an extent, that he can even maintain his altered form during sleep, for extended periods.

Saadi spent his late teenage years amassing great sums of wealth by cheating at sabacc, outright stealing and robbery, and through the use of manipulation and persuasion of the weak minded. This included his friends, none of whom did he trust, as he was frequently betrayed and worse by his friends and enemies alike.

Now he is more comfortable dealing with humans and sentient beings of most species and has many underworld contacts on Coruscant. Saadi is incredibly loyal to the very few friends he has left.

He is, however, most often alone, hidden in plain sight on whatever planet he is currently visiting, waiting to attack unnoticed. Often quiet and elusive, Saadi is always listening, watching and planning.

Having been given the honor of apprenticeship in the Sith Empire, Darth Saadi honed his fighting skills in many duels against his fellow Sith, including a nearly fatal journey through a ruthlessly brutal maze of darkness overseen by Lord Draconis. These experiences taught Saadi the true meaning of pain and despair, which only served to strengthen his connection to the dark side of the Force.

The changeling was further changed as he engaged in missions masterminded by none other than God-Emperor Insipid himself. This included a brief training session in lightsaber combat forms. Saadi learned much about espionage and veiled and failed diplomacy during these events. His journey reached its current state during the great Sith schism aboard the Luxury Elite, during which the Clawdite remained loyal to Darth Insipid.

Class: Assassin Watcher
Level: Underlord

Tier I Skills:
Force Stealth
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Tutaminus
Affect Mind
Fear
Force Choke
Force Meld
Force Rage
Meditate

Tier II Skills:
Conceal Essence
Probe Mind
Mind Shard
Force Wave
Force Lightning
Force Barrier
Force Wound

Tier III Skills:
Illusions

addendum As shapeshifters are an issue for game balance, this ability will be avoided, except for mimetic clothing and perhaps the occasional usage, so long as game balance is preserved.

SHIP PROFILE
The Invidious


Name: Invidious
Classification: Lethisk-class armed freighter
Length: 34 meters
Armament: Two laser canons and a concussion missile launcher with 12 missiles.
Consumables: 2 months supply
Crew: 3
Complement: Standard
Passengers: Room for 8
Hyperdrive: Yes. Class 2.
Description: Although designed for everyone, the Lethisk-class freighters were only affordable by the most wealthy citizens. Over the years, various crime lords and smugglers were able to obtain a few ships. Saadi acquired the ship as payment for various jobs from one such crime lord. Maximum atmospheric speed is 900 km/h. Cargo capacity is 60 tons. Saadi had it painted red.

Some of Saadi's weapons:
Beskad saber

Kouhun

Blaster

 

GM approved!

CHARACTER PROFILE

Spoiler: Lady Hesper

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Name: Darth Hesper (née Théa Cifra, later Théa Lasena)

Sex: Female

Age: Approximately 29/30

Species: Human

Homeworld: Naboo

Height/Weight: 5'2" / Average weight

Physical Attributes:

Hesper is a petite human female with a slim face, high cheekbones, startlingly grey eyes, and very long medium blonde hair. She sports an obvious dark scar stretching from the approximate middle of her forehead, over her left eye, and to her left jaw. Her left iris and pupil are milky in color, and she is blind in that eye. Hesper's complexion is very fair, and she has a generous dusting of freckles across her cheeks. She appears to have a permanent scowl. Hesper has multiple piercings on both ears, and often wears dark eye makeup.​

Clothing:

Hesper favors comfortable yet stylish clothing in all black. Having once been part of the Coruscant elite, her style leans towards well-tailored, understated opulence. She prefers conservative clothing to racy, revealing outfits.​

Abilities:

Hesper's abilities previously lay mainly in the perception of physical spaces in the Force, but following the battle at Mortis, she has gained the ability to perceive time in the Force like a fourth dimension. She also possesses great cunning and mental prowess. She is very strong with Force abilities, and has improved greatly with her hand-to-hand combat skills. Her skill with long-range weaponry has suffered slightly since she became blind in her left eye, but that doesn’t stop her from toting a blaster.​

Weapons/Tools:

Hesper's main weapon is her slim, long-handled lightsaber. It has a crimson blade, and was modeled after her late husband's saber. She also totes a blaster of some kind at any given time, the lightsaber from the first Jedi she killed in combat, and her husband's blue-bladed lightsaber.
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Faction: First Order (Insipid)

Occupation/Title: N/A

Family: Naren Lasena (husband, deceased); The Cifra family (father, deceased; mother and brother, status unknown)

Associates: Valdimar, Roark

Biography:

Hesper was born as Théa Cifra in the year 127 ABY to the Cifra family in Theed, Naboo. Hesper’s early life was a sheltered lower middle-class life. Both of her parents were working class—her father worked as an architect for a construction company, and her mother was a seamstress for the Monarch of Naboo. Due to her mother’s position as a royal seamstress, Hesper’s family lived within the grounds of Theed Palace. Hesper's father died of an unknown terminal illness when Hesper was eight years old. As a child, Hesper tended to get her way, and was aloof, stormy, and quiet.

In school, Hesper always excelled; she began studying at Theed University at age 15, majoring in Naboo literature and visual arts. Hesper was notorious for being thrown out of class for challenging the professors’ lectures and blurting answers before questions were even finished. Upon completing her studies at Theed, Hesper made the decision to move to Coruscant at age eighteen to pursue the career as a sculptor she had long dreamt about. She left behind her brother and mother on Naboo.

She showed much promise as a sculptor and was eventually contracted to create several bronzium statues for the Jedi Temple on recommendation from a noble family on Naboo—this was when Hesper learned for certain about the existence of the Jedi, and was fully exposed for the first time to the nature of the Force. Hesper had grown up being told that the Force was not for those of Hesper's kind, the working class, and was not for those who had to work hard for what they have.

Two years after Hesper's first art installation went in at the Jedi Temple, she was contracted to produce another piece for the Temple Library. At its installation, Hesper was confronted by a young Jedi Knight who was especially gifted with the Living Force, who warned Hesper that she was a great Force presence—but not, however, without a wink and an assurance that she could easily be mistaken for a Jedi. Hesper immediately disbelieved the Jedi Knight, and ignored the encounter. But as she began to meditate on the chance meeting, she came to realize that what the Knight said to her may explain much of Hesper's unusual demeanor during her upbringing, her high intellectual ability, and explained her ability to will her wishes into reality... her strength in the Force.

Hesper dove deep into researching the Force, and spent two years pouring over every piece of information she could find about the Jedi and related Force philosophies. But she eventually found that the Jedi teachings did not suit her views, and she felt she needed to know more, that there was something the Jedi were lacking. Hesper realized it was Sith knowledge she craved, and dark power she hungered for after repeatedly encountering mention of the Sith in all the material on the Jedi she read. Resolute to find the path to the Dark Side, Hesper locked away her ambition and began first with attempts to gather basic mastery of the Force.

She was unsure of where to begin, and so she turned back to the Jedi—she committed herself to locating the Jedi who had first confronted her about her presence in the Force. But what Hesper did not bank on was how he would sweep her off her feet. At first, they became fast friends, and the Knight, Naren Lasena, remained unaware of Hesper's tendencies towards the Dark Side, and attributed the Force presence around her to his feelings for the beautiful young Naboo woman. The two fell faster in love than they had become friends, and Hesper's love for Naren caused a great conflict within her—were she to continue on her path to the Dark Side, what would become of the man she loved?

But over the short years they were together, Hesper gleaned all she could from Naren. Force techniques, saber combat forms, lightsaber construction, and meditation among the most prominent things. She devoured all she learned from him, and still lusted for more. Yet she loved Naren more than anything, and when she became with child in the year following their secret marriage, she began to consider abandoning her quest for the Sith in order to better care for her growing family.

However, much to the couple's heartbreak, Hesper lost the child at five months in a tragic and horrific airspeeder accident that left Hesper physically broken and her unborn child dead. The grieving drove Hesper to the edge—in near hysterics and unwilling to cope, Hesper locked herself away for months following the child's death while the media pounded at her door to cover the story of the "deranged mystery mother". Branded the "infant butcher" on the HoloNet, Hesper turned to her art as a means to deal with her loss, and began to create disturbing, macabre sculptures. During the time she spent in self-isolation, she repeatedly begged her husband to return home from the mission that had kept him away since before the child had been lost—Hesper pleaded for him to come home and help her cope, but Naren refused each time.

Hesper then realized that her dear husband, whom she loved dearly, would always place the Jedi Order before her. She hadn't seen it before, as she'd been lovestruck, but after the realization dawned on her, she came back to her original desire to join the Sith. A new desire for power blossomed in her.

A year and a half passed after the child's death, and all the while, Hesper attacked her self-training with ferocity she had never possessed before. Then, one day, Hesper made a decision. She would reveal she and Naren's marriage to the Jedi Council—the marriage they had so meticulously kept secret over the past three years. Upon revealing their relationship to the Council, Hesper made a shocking discovery: the relationship she thought needed to be secret was not unsanctioned by the Jedi Council, and there had been no need for secrecy. Astonished and furious at Naren, Hesper demanded that the Council reprimand such deceit. The Council obliged, feeling it was necessary to suspend Naren from the Order.

Naren was devastated—the Jedi Order was his everything. Hesper, too, was devastated. With her trust shattered, Hesper took it upon herself to kill Naren several nights later in their bedchamber. She divulged to him her plan to pursue the Dark Side, and admitted to him that she had been learning from him all along before revealing the lightsaber she had built in secret using the knowledge he had unknowingly imparted to her. Breaking down into hysterics, Hesper cried that even though she loved Naren dearly and that his death would rip her heart out, the pain of it all would make her exponentially stronger. Then with broken, hysterical sobs, Hesper drove her lightsaber into Naren's chest, killing him.

The next day, Hesper gathered only a few things she owned into a crate, took her husband's lightsaber, and fled from Coruscant. For the following year, Hesper chewed on what she had done and what had happened on Coruscant as she traveled the known galaxy, stopping on various planets for days to weeks at a time to train herself physically and get a sense for what the galaxy at large was like (having never gone anywhere other than Naboo and Coruscant). She did not meet many people, and kept herself under the radar until she arrived at Moraband, ready to find a Sith master and begin her quest for higher power.

She was apprenticed to the former Emperor Dreadwar, and became immediately embroiled in a short but furious battle. Over the course of a few short whirlwind days, Hesper completed her training, and was promoted to the rank of High Lord. The power she had merely tasted during her self-training on Coruscant and in her travels around the galaxy had multiplied beyond her wildest dreams. And now with a scar from the Sith's trip to Mortis, Hesper's original strength in spatial relations morphed into a different sense, one in which she could sense time, and foresee the near future.

Hesper then found herself catapulted through time to 5 ABY alongside the Triumvirate and the Dark Tribunal. Shortly after, the Triumvirate self-destructed, and the War of Three began. With her position as High Lord revoked and her trust in her fellow Sith shattered, Hesper found herself at immediate odds with each of the now separate Triumvirs. Needing a moment of respite, Hesper slipped into the shadows aboard her Star Destroyer Sibyl, waiting for the right opportunity to return to the side of the one she considers to be the one true ruler. But with the start of the civil war, Hesper can no longer judge if the crew of Sibyl will obey her in full...​

Class: Priestess / Shadowspeaker

Level: 9, High Lord

Tier I (14 skills)
Force Push/Pull
Force Shock
Force Drain
Tutaminis
Force Choke
Force Meld
Affect Mind
Force Stealth
Force Rage
Fear
Ignite
Meditate
Eye of Madness
Concoction

Tier II (11 skills)
Force Wave
Dark Side Healing
Force Barrier
Force Wound
Inspire
Probe Mind
Conceal Essence
Consume Essence
Mind Shard
Force Sight
Touch of Chaos

Tier III (5 skills)
Force Avalanche
Battle Meditation
Force Illusions
Art of the Small
Shatterpoint​

SHIP PROFILE

Spoiler: Sibyl

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Name: Sibyl (definition)

Classification: Victory I-Class Star Destroyer

Length: 900 meters

Armament: Quad turbolaser batteries (10), double turbolaser batteries (40), concussion missile tube launchers (80), tractor beam projectors (10), assault concussion missile tubes (20)

Consumables: 4 years

Crew: 4798 (402 gunners)

Complement: 24 TIE fighters, 5 Lamda-class shuttles, various troop transports; Carries Hesper's personal TIE/IN Starfighter.

Passengers: 2040 troops

Hyperdrive Equipped: Yes, 1.0 class

Description:

A Victory I-Class Star Destroyer, Sibyl is well-equipped for planetary defense and assault, ground troop support, and ship-to-ship combat. This particular Star Destroyer has also had its comm suite upgraded, and hosts a myriad of HoloNet transmitters and receivers, making it an excellent command and communication center. Sibyl sports a dark graphite-colored hull, with red markings.​

 

GM Approved

Name: Radian T'lenity
Sex: Male
Age: 47
Species: Mirialan
Homeworld: Mirial
Height: 1.70 Meters
Weight: 155Ibs
Physical Attributes: Radian is a average humanoid male, Mirialan. He has several cultural tattoos across his face, and dark black hair that he keeps short. He has a serious demeanor, and is muscularly built, befitting one who has been on the front lines of war for many years. Though he is not quiet as young as he once was, his devout application of light side techniques has staved off age's affects for the most part. He looks to be in his early to late twenty's and he has bright blue eye's. He carries himself well, proudly standing at attention even to his subordinates.
Clothing: He wears somewhat baggy, grey robes, with Mirialan markings scattered about on them. His primary cloth is a simple greyish white under-tunic, that covers most of his physic, over that he wears a long greyish black over-tunic, covering himself from head to toe. He tends to wear the hood up, but has no qualms about removing it. Around his outer robe is a very dark blue belt, that carries his lightsaber, and other basic mission necessities.
Abilities: Having witnessed decades of nonstop conflict Radian has worked out most of the kinks in his fighting style. His preferred Form IV Ataru to keep up with the fast passed combat he was use to, but he backed it up with touches of Form one Shii-Cho to compensate for some of its inherent weaknesses. In addition he possessed a rudimentary, but passable comprehension of Jar'kai dual blade fencing. In terms of force powers he is skilled with channeling in force based acrobatics and telekinetic blasts into his combat, as well as the basic mind trick, and a powerful force shield able to block basic, or medium force based attacks.
Weapons/Tools: His only weapon is his single green bladed lightsaber. It is a very simple weapon, without much adornments, more suited to a Cerean than a Mirialan. Made of Alloy metals and durasteel, it lacks a blade guard, and has a smooth surface. The activation switch, and a few small grooves near the bottom are its only other distinguishing features.
Faction: Jedi Order
Occupation/Title: Jedi Master (Guardian)
Family: His parents died when he was young, and he doesn't like thinking about it. The Order was his family growing up, and as far as he's concerned they were all he needed.
Biography: Radian T'lenity was taken into the Jedi Order at an early age after he was discovered to be force sensitive when his parents disappeared on a scouting mission to the outer rim. All he has ever know is the Jedi way, all he has ever known is conflict with the Sith. He has an intense passion, some might say attachment, to the Jedi way, and the light side of the force, and would never dream of abandoning it.
When he was a teenager he was taken as a Padawan to a skilled Jedi master, Lannik, and member of the council, called Belensed Chot. The elder Jedi was a skilled combatant of some renown, and an early alarmist for Sith activities. Together master and apprentice gathered a Jedi taskforce and went on a crusade against the Sith tyranny for over a decade.

Master Chot had earned a reputation as a bane to the Sith, as on his crusade he had managed to take down several skilled Sith Lords in one in one on one combat. Under his master tutelage Radian grew in skill and knowledge, participating in numerous key campaigns, and aiding his master at every turn. When he achieved knighthood it was difficult to part ways with his long time friend and compatriot, but he did so knowing his master was proud of him.

While everyone's eyes were on the big picture, Radian participated in several small scale skirmishes, rarely losing, but never getting notoriety, or attention, and he was content with that. But then a band of Sith hunted down his former master on one of the moons of Bogden. Deprived of one of its most valued masters the council, and indeed the galaxy, turned to the one person who had any hope of replacing him, his only surviving student, Radian T'lenity.

The knight had jumped at the call, not for fame or fortune, but to save the galaxy from the Sith's wrath. He was prepared to fight, and die if necessary to prevent a Sith victory. Though tragically his efforts were for naught. With the fall of Coruscant, and the end of the war Radian was left devastated. But a sense of determination, and a potential for hope drew him to Morraband to rescue the last remnant of the old order, Empress Fel and Chancellor Aryan Graul.

But a darker threat was on the horizon. The ancient force entity, Abeloth, had returned. Facing the end of all life Radian did the only thing he could think to do, he teamed up with the Sith to take her down. Though he wasn't surprised when his alliance turned him into little more than another hostage. Hoping to make the best of a bad situation, Radian joined the Sith assault on Mortis, where he overcame his passions and emotional baggage, for there is no emotion, there is peace. He had survived an ordeal few others could, and the light was not done with him yet, it had a plan, and he would follow.

Soon after returning to known space he took upon himself the title of Jedi Master, not because he felt that he deserved it, but because he sensed through the force that it had all been his great trial, humbly accepting the call he prepares for the long road ahead. With the aid of Master T'Tkura, and Antares Draco Radian escaped captivity, knowing full well this was part of the dark one's greater plan. Reluctantly he pushed forward, praying for a day where the galaxy may be rid of the Sith once and for all. Surrounded by darkness, the Jedi senses no other option but to play along for the time being; all he can do is stand strong as he is tested by the evils he has experienced.