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Name/Title: Vlome'etoth'oseg Vlloth
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Species: Chiss
Homeworld: Ool
Occupation: Chiss Naval Officer
Rank: Captain
Height: 5’11”
Appearance: Black hair, red eyes, blue skin
Weapons: Short barreled ELG-3A blaster pistol. Two energy knives with red energy blades and knuckle grips.
Equipment: Chiss Military Officers Uniform. Light armor.
Ship: Commanding Officer, Praetorian-class Cruiser, Servant of Geth

Description of Abilities: Confident in her methods and skill, Vlloth is skilled in hand-to-hand, piloting, and ship tactics. While calculating, she can be aggressive in her nature when challenged and necessary. Able to fiercely fight on a personal level despite her position of seemingly being a calm and calculating Chiss Officer. She is an established marksman able to hold her own in a fight. Her young age has made it necessary for her to learn to defend herself against imposing figures that feel threatened by her skill and prowess. She is continually marching forward in her career, overcoming obstacles and challenges thrown at her.

Personality: Cold, calculated, and methodical. Aggressive behind closed doors and when threatened.

Biography: With Chiss society being governed by a strict adherence to the law through families ruling in their parliamentary government, it's no surprise that the best and the brightest rise quickly. However, this was not the initial case for Vlome'etoth'oseg as her upbringing was not initially in line with the more managed path of those identified with her aptitude and skills.

Of humble begins, and dirty fingers. Vlloth was born to common farmers within the Chiss Ascendancy and thus had a normal childhood of that of a farmer’s daughter. Learning to be self-sufficient, brave, and resourceful at a very early age. Within the serfdom of the Aristocra, Vlloth still wen tot school, it was her that she was identified. Noticed by a local instructor and government liaison, Vlloth was identified at a young age within her common schooling as having the potential aptitude than more than just basic service within the house of Csapla, because of her ruling house’s involvement in colonial affairs she was assigned to a satellite school of this Chiss Military Academy, entering the academy at the young age of 11.

Vlloth excelled at hand-to-hand combat, strategy and tactics, logistical supply, and piloting. Earning near perfect marks in all three, while exceeding standards in other important areas such as marksmanship, diplomacy, and fitness.

Despite her academic, physical, and practical success, her time at the academy was hard as she was never accepted as an equal to some of the other cadets. Her past as a peasant and coming from a farmer’s family subjected her to humiliation and ridicule at the hands of other cadets. In the end Vlloth still graduated at the top of her class and younger than most cadets. While her classmates focused on belittling her, she focused on her studies and her ultimate goals allowing her actions and constant achievements to speak for her. Focusing on learning, improving, and developing herself above all else. This determination and focus allowing her to graduate well before her classmates at the age of 14 as she outmatched and left her classmates in her wake as she moved byond the academy. Vlloth spent the next two years assigned as a pilot to a colonial defense force within the sphere of the house of Csapla. As time progressed, Vlloth continued to make a name for herself within the colonial defense forces, the Colonial Phalanxes. Gaining experience and becoming a triple Ace within her time period assigned to the squadron and defense group. At the age of 16 she was assigned to be a squadron commander of a colonial defense squadron. Over the next few years Vlloth continued to rise in the ranks and gain experience as a Chiss Officer. Taking on assignments and putting herself into harm’s way against enemies of the Chiss Ascendancy. One of her first appointment being her assignment as the executive officer for a Waith-Class Light Frigate. From there she moved onto her first command of light patrol craft.

With four years of starfighter and light capital ship experience under her belt, combat experience in both personal squad, fighter, and ship to ship-based applications. Vlloth has already seen more combat and turmoil than most.

Her most recent assignment has her commanding a exploration mission into the deep unknown and edges of space in pursuit of the unknown all for Ascendancy, at the helm of a Praetorian-class Cruiser, The Servant of Geth.

Darth Kain Skill Layout (Dreadwar Approved)

Rank/Level: Sith Apprentice 3 (They grow up so fast)
Class: Sorcerer
Skills

Pyrokinesis - 2
Force Push/Pull - 1
Force Choke - 1
Force Jump - 1
Force Defense - 2
Aing-Tii Fighting Sight - 1
Force Stasis - 1
Form I - 1
Form II - 1
Form V - 1

Name: Tarledesse Sythea (Tarle)
Age: Thirties 
Sex: Female
Species: Humanoid born on Korriban
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 130lbs
Occupation: Assassin/Ranger
Physical description: Toned and Slim, with short jet-black hair.
Eyes: yellow
Skin Color: Red
Tattoos: A full back piece of ancient design, inflicted and inscribed upon her by her master during ritualistic branding. An ornate hip piece of ancient design detailing the map to her village and origins. It is a story of her life and rebirth into her rightful place among the Sith.
Clothing: Dress robe – or Tunic with dark Red boots and black tights. Lite-Gauntlets scavenged from the lost city of Ur. (polished composite, onyx in color with tomes engraved upon them both)
Weapons: Single blade lightsaber (Red), Daggers, Modified Light bow.
Equipment: All manner of Poisons. Slicing Tools.
Light armor, acquired through travels throughout Korriban

Description of abilities: Expert tracker, Assassin, Infiltrator

Biography: Raised in an incredibly remote village near the Pesegam Mountain Range beyond the deep wild desserts of Korriban. Tarle is a warrior by birth, raised primarily by her Grandfather the village elder. While Tarle’s mother livedto help raise her, her father did not, dying in a hunting raid while Tarle was still a child and leaving her with only slight memories.

While the village and their tribe itself was all but isolated, it was not without its neighbors. Some wandering tribes and a few villages survived along with theirs all within the shadow of multiple mountain ranges on the edges of this vast dessert. The long abandon ancient city of Ur being the only sign of civilization for nearly a thousand miles in any direction. The mountainous area adjacent to their village being filled with tombs and sites of ancient Sith Lore understood as only legend and witchcraft and mysticism to their tribe. This all but forgotten and abandon area of the planet is one of the harshest to survive in, which forged Tarle at a very early age into an expert tracker, hunter, and fighter. Minor conflicts, war parties, hunts helped forge her further making her fearless and strong. Continuing under the tutelage and guidance of her Grandfather and surviving mother, Tarle was expected to take up the mantel of leadership one day from her Grandfather.

Tarle was instructed in basic mysticism, healing, and mind focusing by her Grandfather. Her mother helped pass on further aspects of mysticism handed down through countless generations of their people’s existence. Thought of as mere magic and mysticism, Tarle and her family, like a few other select few in their tribe’s gifts and abilities clearly being an affinity for the force.

Decades after the fall of the Order of Vassago, tragedy struck Tarle’s village after the arrival of a darkside priest. Which preceded the arrival of another stranger’s arrival and inquiry of the villages elder Tarle’s Grandfather. It was during this time that Tarle met her eventual Master Darth Draconis. Taken under Draconis’ charge and trained by him in the ways of the Sith. Tarle saw her primitive understanding of the force, previously seen as mysticism, flourish. Through trials, combat, and loss eventually swearing herself to him after the burning and total destruction of her village at the hands of her own Grandfather. Training along side her Master Tarle, saw witness to the resurrection of Darth Cruor. Saving the ancient Gen’Dai Sith Lord from death after killing her own Grandfather in the tomb of the Doom Harbinger of the Sith.

From this point forward, Cruor, Tarle and Draconis set out, their adventures and fates unknown.

With Tarle being the only surviving member of her tribe, she carries on an unknown and distinct legacy and potentially bloodline. While the line of the ancient Sith is thought to be broken, with the original Sith species having gone extinct millennia after millennia in the past. One cannot help but wonder if this ancient world of the Sith has protected, coveted, and preserved in some form what was once born from it.

Name: Draconis
Sex: Male
Age: Before banishment late thirties standard human age (currently unknown)
Species: Rattataki
Homeworld: Rattatak
Occupation: Darkness
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 195 lbs
Eyes: Black voidless eyes.
Skin: Pale grey/white, partially from his ancestry with pale grey or white skin being a common feature of the Rattataki, and corruption from the darkside.

Physical Description/Attributes: At one-point Draconis was a physical specimen, fit and toned through training from birth, thrown into the dueling pits and forged in a ruthless and unrelenting battle culture of the Rattataki. Eventually as a member of the Sith order covering himself in markings and tattoos of the ancient Sith, adorning himself with such through, achievements, trials, tortures, and various rites of the dark arts. That was before exile. Currently though humanoid in appearance still, Draconis is far from his previous self. His body has been ravaged and tortured by unknown horrors leaving his body scarred. Signs of massive healing are evident, as his body has evolved to harden to an almost scale like appearance. Leaving little evidence of previous markings visible. It is unknown how such exposure has affected his physical prowess and abilities.

Personality: Quiet, observant, loyal, cold. Choosing his words carefully when required and needed.

Family: Dead.

Associates: Cruor (extensive history of a dark and often tenuous alliance) Tarle (apprentice of Draconis) Eiowe – (association unknown)

Clothing: Coverings to protect from the harsh elements of the wild, in the form of nothing more than rags and items scavenged off of the dead.

Weapons: Sith Sword scavenged from places unknown. The sword is slightly curved as a single edged blade. Very much a Katana blade, its alchemically alter properties include a permanent neurotoxic poisonous effect as result of Draconis’ own crafting and augmenting the blade further. A death mask. A shard fragment of unknown origins. A single red bladed lightsaber constructed and built by hand from scavenged parts found overtime. Various daggers. Poisons.

Equipment: Some items scavenged over decades of wandering that he uses to survive. Relics of various importance accumulated in his time wandering this ancient world. Light Ancient Sith armor for when the occasion calls for such, the armor a weave armor in nature and is flexible and light allowing for moderate protection from melee and ranged weapons. Sacrificing further protection to maintain its flexibility and dexterity. Although the armor is dated to nearly 5100 years BBY, it appears to be in excellent condition. With no traditional wear from time or elements, as only slight battle scars are evident from encounters with weapons.

Important Artifacts: Death Mask of Darth Cruor, Light Sith Armor, Polished flat oval Onyx stone from Tomb of Dxun. Shard fragment (unknown)

Languages: Basic, Twi’lik, Sith, Ancient Sith, Rattataki,

Description of Abilities: A master assassin with no equal in cunning, stealth, shadows, and subversion. Though he rarely draws a blade, he is a powerful Djem So practitioner, knowing when and where to draw his sword as necessary. At times utilizing more of a Shiim technique, while also utilizing fluid strikes and footwork to stay ahead of his opponents. Draconis is adept at using virtually anything around him with deadly efficiency when called upon. And while very powerful in the force, practice, and application of such, he has never been one to use his powers for anything more than exactly what was needed. All of this playing into his quiet and silent demeanor, with his movements and actions being fluid, precise, and purposeful. He continues to delve into the more arcane arts, craving and seeking out knowledge of ancient techniques of malice and darkness. While not of the Inquisitor sect, Draconis is a master in torture, inflicting pain both mentally through the force and physically, and interrogation techniques, drawing a sadistic pleasure from seeing his victims suffer. Enjoying pulling strings and instigating when necessary to pull forth answers and manipulate those of use. Hand in hand with his ability to access areas he is not meant to be, along with being a proficient slicer. Draconis focuses on the endgame – while many worry about appearance, and notoriety. It is the accomplishment of the endgame which drives him, knowing that it is the only thing that is important. He will do whatever it takes, to accomplish such. Sacrificing what is necessary for the killing stroke or point of opportunity. Willing to get his hand dirty where others will not and willing to immerse himself to accomplish any means.

Draconis is a master of the shadows and the veiled world that they are. Extremely adept with his ability to cast himself into the shadows (Blackness) and mask his force signature (Art of the Small), Draconis is able to move quite often without detection as he pleases, even in the most intimate and sheltered of areas and settings. Draconis also possesses intimate knowledge of shapeshifting which he learned from his Master the Dark Lord. His mastery of utilizing the darkness and surrounding energy, has given him the ability of Black Blade to which he is never unarmed. Having delve extensively into the darker reached of Sith Alchemy, Draconis is attuned to summoning darkside spirits. Draconis’ abilities also extend to pyrokinesis and his ability summon and control flame.

Bio: Forged as a master assassin within the Sith order, his aptitude for subversion, detachment, versatility, cunning, and relentlessness combined with his sadistic deadly nature amplified and heightened as his strength, focus, and skill in the force with it increasing as his understanding of the force grew more and more. Destine to be a warrior from birth, subjected to and cast into a life of gladiatorial combat at a very young age, but it was not to be. Surviving because of his unwavering will to live and through his still yet untrained abilities in the force.

Sold to slavers as a young teenager, as a mere trinket and showpiece, he spent years abused and paraded as a source of income to his cruel masters. Spur to combat and deeds at the crack of a whip and vibro-blade point. All of it drawing him into a criminal underworld he despised and yearn to be released from. However, like anything overtime, its effects on him were unavoidable. Used up and left for dead it seemed his life was forfeit and spent. Abandon on the world of Onderon after being pushed beyond limits which any being could normally withstand, Draconis was cast aside as trash.

In no state to resist he was picked up by authorities and transported off world, after killing the entire crew. The prison transport became disabled in the orbit of the Onderonian moon of Dxun, eventually crashing into the moons surface. While some other prisoners survived the initial crash. Draconis was eventually the sole survivor after weeks of torment from the hard Dxun moon. It was on this moon that he was first branded and drawn into the darker teachings of the darkside and Sith after seeking refuge in an ancient tomb.

Eventually Draconis found his was off the moon and returned to Rakkatta to punish those only to find anyone he ever knew dead. It was at this point he continued to feel the call to something more, untrained and raw, his path changed again. Called by a growing darkness in him, this time to Korriban where he was immersed into the Order of the Sith. Undergoing a rebirth at the hands of the Sith, helmed by Dark Lord Vassago. Rumored to have been the apprentice of the Dark Lord himself, one of the most powerful of Sith Lords ever, Draconis came into his own as a weapon of death. Draconis delved deep into the dark arts of the ancients, consumed by a thirst for knowledge of artifacts and lore of the ancients. Additionally, during this time, he saw himself also a student of two of the most powerful Sith Lords in the order’s existence, Lords Nemisis and Cruor.

Although primarily an assassin, Draconis quickly adapted his obsession with alchemy and sorcery to his own purpose. Spending immense amounts of time in study in the bowels of the ancient temples of the Sith homeworld. Bending and forging his deadly skill as an assassin with sinister experiments and dark powers. Draconis served the Dark Lord of the Sith without question, while drawing upon the dark powers that consumed them all in his presence. During the height of the Order on Korriban, while serving as the Dark Lord Vassago’s second in command as his Grand Vizier to the Sith Order and Headmaster to their High Academy on Ziost, Draconis carried out the Dark Lord’s will as his most trusted advisor, deadliest assassin, and highest commander.

After years of service, Draconis was exiled from the order. All that is known, is that he was banished to the wilds of Korriban by his former master the Dark Lord of the Sith. It is believed that Draconis did survive, but it is unknown what such exposure to the bowels and wilds of the darkest corners and depths of Korriban has done to him. Having spent decade after decade wandering the wilds of the surface of Korriban as a nomad along with having been lost in the depths of near and total darkness of the deep dark reaches of the Korriban underground. Draconis was responsible for the resurrection of Darth Cruor, during which time he also took on a young woman as his own apprentice. While his will, abilities, and prowess are stronger than ever. A dark madness has overtaken him, beyond the being he used to be when before his exile and who knows what he has experience and come across in his unnatural journey of this dark world.

Draconis lv. 8 Sorcerer/Archanist (30 points)

Force push/pull – 3
Force choke – 2
Force Lightning – 2
Force Defense – 4
Erode Will/Dark aura - 1
Form V – 4
Pyrokinesis -3
Blackness -4
(Sorcerer tree only) Force Drain – 3
(Anarchist only) Dark Side Healing – 4

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Character Summary



Sex: Male

Species: Nagai

Occupation: Sith Lord

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 160 lb.

Physical Description: Pale white skin with jet black hair loosely swept backwards, gaunt features (particularly at the laugh lines of his cheeks), thin but athletically built, pale gray eyes verging on white (which turn golden upon using the dark side), left arm has been replaced with the arm of a Yuuzhan-Vong that Malos slayed.

Clothing: Electromesh armor with Armorweave sleeves and an Armorweave cloak.

Weapons: Orange-Bladed Lightsaber (Curved Hilt), Yuuzhan-Vong Fighting Claw in Left Arm

Description of Abilities: Malos is exceptionally cunning, wielding his mind just as well as he does a weapon. He is quite skilled in bladework, practicing a defensive form of Makashi that incorporates plenty of ideas from Soresu. His use of one hand in his bladework allows him to seamlessly incorporate his Fighting Claw in combat, though he only uses it to catch an opponent off-guard.
And, just like other members of his species, Malos is able to soothe other beings with his voice, and with a small push of the Force, he is able to manipulate almost anyone with his voice alone.

Personality: Many describe Malos as insane, manic, but he's far from it. He's a sociopath with psychopathic qualities that make him hard to diagnose. He abhors order and prefers chaos, though he is not dumb enough to outwardly oppose anyone far superior to him. His personality is contagious, and with his knack for manipulating others, he is quite formidable.

Biography: Darth Malos was born Emero Locke, the son of a Nagai woman on the world of Lothal. His mother was not the kind that stuck to one man, so Emero grew up without a steady father figure. His mother would tell him that his father was the captain of a Republic cruiser, whose ship was lost in the Unknown Regions. But the truth was that she did not know, and Emero found that out before long.
His mother’s various lovers were often cruel to Emero, beating him while his mother stood by and did nothing. Eventually, the abuse grew too much, and Emero’s latent Force abilities came to light. At the age of ten, Emero killed his first man, crushing the human's windpipe within a matter of seconds. His mother tried to run, but he would kill her as well. The authorities would find a man with his neck snapped, and Emero’s mother only a few meters away with sixty-two stab wounds in her back.
It did not take long for a Sith Lord to find Emero, sensing the awakening of the boy's power and his affinity for the dark side. Lord Ezras was the one who found Emero.
Ezras was an elderly human, nearing his seventies, but he was powerful in the dark side. It was something Emero craved, and soon he would take his new name of Malos, abandoning his old life on Lothal.
Malos would learn everything Ezras knew over the course of ten years before the apprentice slew the master, killing Ezras in a duel that would've only been fair if the aged Sith Lord was a dozen years younger.
Since then, Malos has risen through the ranks of the Empire, earning favor from his superiors and fear from his inferiors. But one day, his life was thrown into jeopardy as he was faced with the task of slaying a Yuuzhan-Vong that was taking refuge with a Jedi Master. Malos murdered the Jedi after a grueling duel, leaving him vulnerable to the Vong who took advantage of Malos’s fatigue. The Sith Lord's left arm was sliced away at the shoulder during the ensuing fight, but Malos walked away the victor, barely. Using a mixture of science and Sith magic, Malos replaced his missing arm with that of the Vong’s, maintaining function of the fighting claw that was placed inside it.

Stats Sheet (Dreadwar Approved)

Rank/Level: Sith Master 6

Class: Sith Inquisitor

Skills

Form II: Makashi - 3
Form III: Soresu - 2
Probe Mind - 2
Force Choke - 2
Force Drain - 3
Force Stasis - 2
Force Defense - 3
Force Lightning - 2
Mind Trick - 3
Force Push/Pull - 2
Deadly Sight - 2

Link for Info on Deadly Sight: starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Deadly_Sight

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Name/Title: Darth Kaizar The Defiler

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Species: Human

Homeworld: Tatooeine

Occupation: Sith Apprentice

Skill Tree: Warrior

Rank: Sith Acolyte

Level: 1

Height: 6'10

Appearance:Kaizar being of an above average height is easily able to tower over most individuals, sporting dark shoulder lenght hair, a thick beard and Sith styled blood redish orange eyes.

His physique is something to be in awe of, pure,raw muscle as if he was chiseled out of stone or granite, despite this he more often than not rather than overpower his foes like most sith, chooses to outmaneuver his foes while in combat and allow them to wear themselves out before delivering a killing blow by either lunging at his foe and impaling them with one saber and then slashing their throats with another or delivering a single Djem So style strike to decapitate them.

Weapons: A heavily customized Sith Berserker class dual phased lightsaber with steele axe like blades on the hilt, below the pair of blades are 3 circular vents on each side of the hilt that exude Kyber energy in the shape of spikes similar to a crossguard saber, when ignited the saber glows an ominous blood red, the emitter is shaped much like a diamond and as a result gives the blade the shape of a traditional longsword or Claymore rather than an ordinary round blade.

A curved hilt saber with a violet blade that is used for backup and when choosing to dual wield.

His late mother, father and brothers sabers.

6 thermal detonators codenamed "Cranky Bombs" with special tracking devices built into them which Kaizar can control,  with a small hand held device similar to a drone, that can follow targets and upon finding them detonate creating massive explosions.

Equipment: In combat he wears a black, Sith style hooded robe over a suit of obsidian colored armor with heavy boots and clawed gauntlets all made from an  amalgamy of heavy metals that are native to the volcanic regions of Mustafar which make the suit saber resistant, however the suit still contains weak points which can be exploited by one with a keen eye.

When in more causal situations he wears black leather cargo trousers, black durasteel tipped boots with red laces, a tighly knit black shirt, black leather wristbands and a black leather vest with shoulder pads that are lined with several rows of spikes.

Force Powers:
Red Force Lightning=1
Force Choke=1
Force Pull/Push=1
Force Drain=1
Force Barage=1


Saber Form:
Form II= 1
Form IV= 1

Personality: Darth Kaizar is a very stoic and well reserved person with a passion for self discipline, justice and loyalty, and is very persuasive with his words, he is also very cunning and relentless and never backs down from a challenge no matter the circumstances.

In addition to his previously  mentioned traits Kaizar can also be very cold and calculating, willing to even strike down his own associates or allies if he deems it necessary for his survival.

Kaizar is of genius level intellect, capable of speaking, reading and writing any known language in the galaxy including Imperial Sign Language, possess highly advanced skills relating to mechanical,biological and electronical engineering.

Character Flaws: his greatest weakness is his overconfidence, often underestimating his foes and being forced to feign injury or temporarily surrender in order to sneak attack his foes and bring them down, his greatest fear is his past coming back to haunt him, which he from time to time experiences glimmers of; he often sees a facimile of his twin brother whom he killed several years ago appear before him in battle, taking the place of his opponent,  which can catch him off guard and leave him vulnerable.

Biography: Born Cyrus Valem in the slums of Mos Eisley shortly after the rise Darth Krayt's Sith Order , He was heir to one of the wealthiest familys in the galaxy House Valem; whose members were distant descendants of Darth Revan, sometime before the fall of Krayt's Order a Jedi insurrection occured on his parents home planet of Coruscant and they were forced to go into hiding on Tatooeine and raise him there instead untill the insurrection had been finally quelled.

He spent the majority of his childhood learning of the Sith ways and aspiring to one day become a Sith Lord, by an early age he was already an adept lightsaber wielder and was learning the ways of the dark side.

Now, during the reign of Darth Dreadwar, Emperor of the Sith, He serves The New Galactic Empire and is one of the most dominant forces in the galaxy, his power growing  ever stronger with each jedi he slays.

{Disclaimer-Major Plot points, will be revealed via Rp.}

Character Summary:

Name/Title:
• Birth Name: Xander Pharox.
• Taken Name: Bravius, Lord of Shadows.

Age: 25.

Sex: Male.

Species: Human.

Homeworld: Malachor II

Occupation: Sith Peon.

Height: 5'2

Appearance: Seen in pics.

Weapons:
• Cross guard lightsaber.
• modified Lightsaber.

Equipment:
• Sith Holocron.
• Jedi Holocron (Stolen.)

Description of Abilities: From his childhood, Bravius has embraced the fullest of his darkest power. Allowing it to consume him, without hesitation. Being born on the planet, Malachor V. His connection with the dark side, is even stronger. Flowing their his blood, and, even more so his body in general. Bravius has found ways, in which he can seem like a shadow.

Personality: Bravius, is stubborn. Not always listening to his elders, and, trying to do things his way. His stubbornness, is what makes him difficult. At certain points, he easily aggravates those above him. Seeing to it, that he doesn't respond to direct orders. Bravius, is self-consciousn. Bravius, knows his place. Only wanting to tempt the hand of fate, not wishing to live. He only uses his stubbornness, to push others to the point where they'd hopefully kill him. Bravius, is mindful. Bravius, pays attention to the course of relevance. Wanting to assure, his wisdom grows. He is cautious, above prey.

Biography:
Born on Malachor II, sometime following unforseen circumstances. Xander Pharox, is the son of a fallen Jedi. During a last chance effort of escaping the empire, Xander's Father. Made his way to the planet, Malachor II. Where he spent his remaining lifetime, slowly falling to the dark side. Not knowing the effects, the planet would have on him.

Xander was just a kid, who lived with his father. After a few years of losing his sanity, being on Malachor II. Xander was persuaded by the dark side, into killing his own father. Xander had taken his father's lightsaber, when he was asleep. As he took it, Xander stabbed it into his father's chest. Killing his father, he felt the dark side grow in himself.

Following out the years, Xander had spent on the planet. He felt the same urge, in which he was bloodlusted. Killing anyone, he had the chance too. Taking every bit of pleasure, in doing so. Making it one his goals, where he would kill for intent. Never stopping, or, second guessing his actions.

1. Push/pull- 1
2. Choke- 1
3. Lightning- 1
4. Mind trick- 1
5. Jump- 1
6. Darksight- 1
7.Form VI Nimen (Jar'Kai Concentration)
8.Force Shadow- 1

{His class is Assassin.}

{Writting Sample.}

His name was Darth Bane, but before his greatness. He was just like us, started from scratch. He had no other option, in the matter. Many view Darth Bane, as a man of legend.

Legends are what we live for, in this world. In this Galaxy, each sith. Each of our motives, intentions, and, journies. No matter who we are at heart, we still obey his rule.... The rule of two. The empire, will rise. Resistance, will fall.

"My name is Xander Pharox... That name, however, is the shadow of my formerself. Now I only go by one name, Bravius. Even though I'm only a peon, I still want to prove how valuable I am. So I am here, standing in front of you. All of you, the great leaders of this Righteous Empire. To pledge my existence, and, to promise my loyalty."

Those are the words, I wanted to speak. As of now, those are only words of thought. My life, isn't near that point. Even if I wanted to make myself announced, what right do i have. I am only a peon, and, I need to wait. Paitence, is the key. Great things come to those who wait, at least that's what I keep telling myself.

While i was thinking those words, my eyes were closed. I was on the planet, Dromund Kaas. Wanting to find new knowledge, and, learn what I could. Knowledge is power, power is knowledge. Those are what I remember, of the code of the sith. Even though i was only a peon, I still studied things above me.

Name: Trill
Face Claim: Picture
Species: Unknown humanoid but possibly a precursor relative to Humans, Echani, or Rattataki.
Gender: Female
Age: Born Around the Year 25,816 BBY. Though her body only appears 25 because of cryo stasis, in reality Trill is approximately aged at 25,970 years old.

Physical Attributes: Trill’s body was petite but still muscularly athletic and she held herself upright with good posture and constitution.
Height: 5’11 (In heels) 5’5 (Natural)
Weight: 140lbs

Faction: Infinite Empire
Rank: Level 6 Force User
Class: Force Hound

Skills and Lightsaber Forms:
- Force Push/Pull: 3
- Force Lightning: 2
- Mind Trick: 3
- Force Jump: 2
- Telepathy: 3
- Force Wave/Repulse: 3
- Force Barrier: 3
- Ancient Fencing Techniques: 3
- Ancient Swordswoman Techniques: 3

Primary Weapon: Force Saber with Light Blue ebon crystal meticulously placed into the metal hilt.

Summarized Bio: Born around the year 25,816 BBY, the girl that would eventually would be known as Trill was delivered in a slave camp on Lehon to a mother and father who had been forced to conceive her due to the high chance that she would be born as a force sensitive. Her parents were extremely remorseful after her birth as her midichlorian count was confirmed by her original master which meant she would not be a labor slave like most of her family. The little girl was given the name of Trill and told that she would have the first five years to be with her parents before she would have to be turned over to the Predor that owned the family. Her parents did the best to make those years fun for the girl though they were gone mostly everyday for labor to help improve the capital of the Infinite Empire. When the day of her fifth birthday came and the Predor arrived on the shack porch of the family with his two guards, Trill was tragically ripped from her crying Mother’s arms before watching her father get into a confrontation with the Rakatan guards who would shock the man unconscious. Being led away while looking back at her parents she was able to wave her free hand to wave as even at that young age, the girl would already be aware that she would never see them again. She was being taken to be trained as a force hound and she knew that life only ended in two ways for every person condemned to that path as their slave labor; she would be consumed by her master in a grand feast with her as the main dish or she would be killed during a mission and her name would not be remembered by anyone.

Adjusting to her new life rather quickly as her Master trained the young girl almost endlessly and cruelly in hopes of making a hound that would boost his own status within the Empire, Trill would take quite a similar personality as her Predor often becoming mean and authoritarian when training with other slaves and hounds. It was in the early stages of her training that she would be introduced to the true pantheon of Gods that her Masters acknowledged and worshipped on a daily basis. The Tale of the Old Gods as it was known as was always a interesting story to hear and the girl would quickly take that influence into her personality as well as she developed zealous tendencies as a young child. Among her favorite of the Gods it was the goddess Vahl otherwise known as The Mother. In the tales she heard of the goddess, Vahl was beyond beautiful and the jewel of the galaxy while also being powerful beyond all means. The want in the young girl to be both of these made her worship and praise toward Vahl an integral part of her training. Trill often traveled to one of the many shrines on Lehon to give praise to the goddess and ask for her assistance in her training to be a force hound. Trill was around eight years old when she met the force hound that was known as Xesh and like their masters, Trill and Xesh would develop an complicated but tense love-hate friendship that both declared as a rivalry. The two being similar in power and grasp within the force, Trill and Xesh was often paired together in hopes that the two would make the other stronger. Deciding to keep a record of their one on one matchups, Xesh won more often than not but Trill always managed to keep her numbers close enough not to draw unneeded attention from their Predors. However, that managed to be a useless factor since Xesh was often a troublemaker who was sent by his master to antagonize other force hounds in attempt to see who among them was worthy to carry out deeds in the name of the Empire and those who should be eaten already. Unknowingly doing this to Trill once, he proved the girl unworthy of being a force hound and it was originally decided that she would eaten by her Master. Realizing that he condemned someone he knew so strongly to death, Xesh made the suggestion that she be given to Predor Skal’nas as a gift and insult to the somewhat disgraced and cruel Rakata Master. When this happened and the transfer of ownership occurred, Trill and Xesh wouldn’t see anymore of each other due to the tense relations between their owners. Trill would learn over time though that Xesh was a devoted follower of Typhojem and that everything he did he thought would bring him closer to ascending past their Master’s and into godhood himself.

As the girl reached 20 years old and was now in the adulthood of her life as a force hound, Trill used her Predor’s resources to figure out how to help govern the slave planets better and keep them from stepping out of line. As a herald of Vahl, Trill often took some of her time to helping young female force hounds get used to their training as well recruit more followers for her Goddess. Seeing as Vahl was known as the mother, Trill felt all women within the Empire should know of the Goddess greatness. However, the hound knew that even with her worship and religion, her job to her Predor was her main priority if she wanted to keep living. Eventually looking through the somewhat constructed galactic maps of the Empire at the time, she used planetary research alongside common knowledge and was able to prove that there were solar systems in the deep core and even one held a rumored planet strong with the force that could be a huge boon to their Empire. However, unlucky for the girl she couldn’t pinpoint the exact location of this force rich planet even after establishing a strong connection with it. Angering her master with her failure, he was forced to consult Predor Tul’kar and his force hound Xesh which led the human back into her life once more in hopes that the four could do something that Trill couldn’t do alone. When Trill eventually found the planet herself in hopes of restoring any lost faith that she had accrued, she informed the group but still bought the bad news that black holes, twisting lanes, and unknown position of the stars would prevent any possible travel to this force rich planet which they learned was called Tython and was inhabited. When the two Predor’s began to discuss sending a hound through the arduous journey in case it was in fact possible and knowing this could be her way to have a tiny bit of freedom and prove her worth fully, Trill readied herself to volunteer when Xesh boldly exclaimed he could do it easy and that Trill wasn’t possibly capable for a job like that. Angering the girl beyond anything she had felt before, she attacked Xesh in front of both of their Masters and was nearly killed before Predor Skal’nas showed his one act of kindness in stepping in and having her life spared while Xesh was given the mission of infiltrating Tython. Exchanging harsh words with each other, Trill would see her rival leave before her very eyes and vowed the next time she saw him, she was going to kill him.

Soon after these events, Skal'nas lost communication with Xesh and the ship he took and began to grow more and more angered as he felt the boy had betrayed the Empire and gone rogue. When Trill came to make her report of a local matter she found her Master in what seemed like a drunken and extremely explosive rage and when his eyes locked it wasn’t hard to tell who the target was now. Skal’nas brutally threw Trill around the chambers as he vented his anger for an opponent wishing to supersede him or simply making him look bad in general. Feeling ribs being broken and her body bruised all over, the young woman knew if he kept this up she would be getting gutted and roasted by dinnertime if her body was beaten past the point of meaningful repair. Getting up from the last throw, Trill claimed that she would track Xesh to his destination and either eliminate him or make sure he finishes the mission. Skal'nas was assured that she could track her broodmate and sent her off with a ship and his warning that if she failed it would be better if she didn’t come back. Praying to Vahl for safe travels and the power to accomplish all her goals, the herald would take off from Lehon and head into the known galaxy where she would do her best to travel to different planets while on the way to Tython and hoped that she received clues that would point her in the positive direction definitely. Landing on the planet of Krev Coeur, Trill could feel the force presence of Xesh coming closer and closer; she knew they were on the same planet. Catching the tail end of a fight between Xesh and Daegon Lok versus the Je’daii Journeyer Sek’nos Rath, Trill would appear before the Je’daii and help him back to his bearings before he noticed her force sensitivity and inquired on who she was and what she was doing there. Using a mind trick and concealing her identity she was able to convince the Je’daii Journeyer to bring her with him back to Tython while relaying any information she had back to her Master.

After making it to Tython and blending herself in with the Je’daii order she often came across Xesh and though they dueled with the intentions of killing each other, most times it was stopped by others around them who figured the two was just really into sparring with each other. Two years would go by and her routine would be similar in the case that she would train, eat, explore, and report all findings back to the Infinite Empire. Being among the only person on the planet to know that the Rakata planned on invading besides Xesh and neither moved forward to tell the Je’daii Council because though they had reservations about being with the Rakata anymore now that they knew what freedom was like, both of them honestly didn’t think the Je’daii would survive the invasion and the might of the species who conquered most of the known galaxy with divine intervention. When the invasion finally did happen and her Predor was in the middle of the fighting, Trill would go into battle alongside the Je’daii with her force saber in hand and a wicked smile on her face. It wasn’t until halfway through the battle that she saw the Je’daii starting to advance on the forward base her Master was currently holed up in and at that moment her conditioning as a loyal slave kicked in fully for her Predor. Turning on the Je’daii she would slaughter most of the unit she was assigned to before making the trip to her Master and receiving his praise for a job well done. Informing her that during her time gone however, he took a new hound with a lot of potential and that it was Trill’s time to be consumed since her services were no longer needed. Being shook to her core when learning that after the invasion, she would be the main dish during a grand banquet that would take place here after the invasion was officially over, Trill was stunned into a silence that she didn’t even know how to break herself out of. Her good mood being ruined by that statement caused her to see the mistake she made in betraying the Je’daii and she knew that she didn’t want to be eaten. Realizing she could survive if she was assigned to a new Predor, Trill had Skal’nas walk into a trap and he was killed by Xesh and his master. Praying to Vahl for forgiveness as she knew murdering her Master was extremely wrong, the girl would begin to take the steps to fully ensure her survival as the invasion force started splintering and turning on each other. Trill was able to find sympathy in another Predor and she returned to Rakata space with him as they reached the stronghold planet of Byss during a shattered retreat from the planet.

She reluctantly grew used to life as a slave again as the Empire was starting to feel the effects of the plague going through the Empire. Wondering if this was a sign from the Gods for their failure on Tython, Trill visited the shrine to the Mother on Byss and remain there for a few days as she was considering herself on a spiritual retreat. After returning with a clear head and mind, she would notice many of the Rakata losing the grip on the force and it began to give her a false sense of power since she was seeing her former Master’s lose their power right before her eyes and she could now overpower most of them. Her Predor noticing this decided to give her a suicide mission that would hopefully either kill the girl off or find the miracle cure to the force plague. Having Trill placed in cryo; a very early version of carbon freezing, she was placed on a ship that was bound for Korriban and told that she would need to get the purebloods to agree to help the Rakata and that they were the key to learning how to control the dark side and prevent the plague from fully cut them off from the force. It was said that through Daritha Venomis, the Rakata would be able to survive and maintain the Infinite Empire for millennium to come and that Trill could find him and seek him out on Korriban without raising too much alarm to the purebloods. Her ship would eventually make it to Korriban but not after being shot down by early air missile defense made by the purebloods which caused the vessel to crash in the mountains but the part holding her stasis pod was fully stable, functional, and had a self sustaining solar powered battery. Due to the somewhat inaccessible and unimportant territory, the pod was never touched but now after such a long time with erosion and the failure of the self sustaining battery due to the immense time that passed, the egg was finally ready to hatch.

Name: Etami Wren
Face Claim: Picture
Species: Human (Mandalorian)
Gender: Female
Age: 17

Physical Attributes: Etami is very athletic due to the fact that she has been training in martial arts and the like for most of her life. She has kept her body curved as much as possible without gaining too much weight.
Height: 5’7
Weight: 137lbs

Faction: Exiled Mandalorian
Rank: Lvl 1 Force Adept
Class: Mercenary

Skills and lightsaber forms:
- Force Push/Pull: 1
- Force Speed: 1
- Force Avalanche: 1
- Mind Trick: 1
- Force Jump: 1
- Form I: 1
- Form II: 1
- Mandalorian Martial Arts: 1

Primary Weapon: Etami’s main weapon is a strapped White and Black F-11D blaster rifle with a exile Mandalorian stamp mark on it.

Secondary Weapons: For backup when she can’t use the rifle, Etami is using a poison dipped vibroknife sheathed in a thigh holder on her pants. On her other shoulder she keeps a vibroblade for melee combat and in a holster on her hip she carries an A180 blaster pistol.

Biography:
The great great great great great granddaughter of Sabine Wren, Etami was born on the planet of Mandalore within the hospital right down the street from her clan’s estate. Her mother Sel Wren, the current head of the clan was shocked upon her delivery that her daughter had a high midichlorian account and could more than likely use the force. This should’ve been rare but improbable that the child was born by a marriage union simply for the sake of a non aggression pact between Clan Wren and Clan Rook. Keeping the girl’s force sensitivity a secret because of Clan Rook’s stance on believing force sensitivity to be impure and corrupted. Being a female and not a male assigned at birth, Etami was returned to Clan Wren to raise and claim and she began her life being the only thing keeping a thin peace between two of the bigger clans on Mandalore. This peace treaty would finally collapse upon her fifth birthday when her father Threx Rook came to claim the girl for Clan Rook since a suitable heir hadn’t been born yet. Her mother and Clan Wren refused to turn the girl over and thus the two clans went to a very quick but bloody war that cost the life of her father. However, Clan Wren was eventually pushed back and off the planet in exile. They would flee to Sith space and settle on Dromund Kaas keeping their names a secret but not their heritage.

Starting her training in her new home, Etami took to the martial arts pretty easily but it wasn’t hard to notice that her clan was singling her out because of her special powers. Her sessions mostly being alone with her mother, Etami would begin to learn how to use the force and practice some basic abilities as she also had to keep that under wraps for fear the Sith would come for the girl. By the time she reached 13, she was given her trials to be a fully fledged Mandalorian of her clan and though she passed it, her clan was hesitating to actually acknowledge her passing. When the ritual came to mark her with a tattoo, the Clan’s elder denied the girl her mark which riled up Etami’s mother and show Etami that she would never be accepted amongst her people. Getting into a fight with one of her cousins, Etami would easily beat the boy before deciding she had enough and didn’t want to do anything with her family anymore. However, before she could leave of her own choice, the girl was exiled by choice of the clan and she was forced to pack and say goodbye to her mother forever who suggested she go to the Sith academy to find a good life for herself.

Striking off on her own, Etami would stick around Dromund Kaas for two years as she took odd jobs here and there and doing her best to hide her force sensitivity when out in public. Eventually in her 15th year, she would find a mercenary band called “The Guardians” who were looking for force sensitive individuals that weren’t Sith or Jedi. Deciding to join up with them, she left Dromund Kaas and spent the last year and half traveling the galaxy with them as they pulled jobs for whoever would hire them. Over this time she would acquire her current gear and weapons as she was found herself making a family with the Guardians closer than her real family had ever been with her. Being promoted to a Sergeant within the Guardians, she began to enjoy having the power to decide stuff for once as she was seen as a valuable voice of the band.

After establishing a permanent base on Hoth with the vast amount of credits, Etami would start striking out on jobs with her own team of four. With the Sith core being the hub of most galactic trade and news throughout the galaxy, Etami found herself back in that part of the galaxy and even ran across a Clan Wren security group operating on Dromund Kaas. Though she wasn’t recognized, Etami was spiteful to see her clan doing well here when they treated her so badly. Letting it go as she realized she was around her new family and they loved her in ways the Wren’s never could, Etami finished their job on Dromund kaas before hearing about some big money opportunities on Korriban. Taking her four man team and make their way to the Sith Holy World, they all agreed not to join the Sith but to see if a possible alliance could be made between the Guardians and the Sith Empire.

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Name: Aurelia Illium

Titles : Darth Illium, mistress of Illusions

Theme song: “ Eyesight to the Blind” - KOTOR 2

Summary : Miraluka Sith seeking to step deeper into the teachings of the arcane, ancient power and mysteries of the Sith.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Species: Miraluka

Homeworld: Dathomir (adopted)

Occupation: Sorcerer / Nightsister/ Dancer

Class: Sorcerer

Height: 5’7

Appearance: Long blonde hair past her waist. Before her torture she often refused to cover her vestigial eye sockets. Now her vestigial eyesockets have been scorched black by Force lightning , sometimes they glow with deep crimson when she’s enraged. She now wears a silver crown shaped visor to cover the scars. Slender body of a dancer, won’t hesitate to put on revealing dancing costumes, but prefers simple black robes, dresses, cloaks and capes for everyday life. Wears bits of bone and runes as jewelry, all of which she crafted herself. Walks barefoot to sense vibrations in the ground.

Weapons:
Main: a long thin black bladed dark saber. The hilt wraps in a basket style around her hand. Styled more like a rapier than a traditional lightsaber.

A second similarly styled rapier
lightsaber, but a powerful
Blackwing crystal from Dathomir . The blade is naturally black but can be switched to red.

Two simple red lightsabers stolen from kills.


Nightsister Light bow. 30 arrows poisoned and spelled with Mind Shard attacks. 30 plasma arrows. 10 Bezkar forged arrows.


A large Sith sword worn across her back, won from a game of sabbac. The blade is songsteel,enabling her to wield it. She altered the blade so that one edge induces horrific hallucinations, the other edge riffles through the memories of those stricken. Just a touch of the steel will induce these attacks. The hilt keeps Illium’s fragile sanity rooted into reality. She named the blade, “Mayfly”.

Equipment/ Possessions : Spice for personal use. Bundles of Dathomiran herbs, healing potions, poisons, bones carved with runes that can be thrown to cast short spells . (20 in number) Energy shields. Voice printed customized datapad. Light armor that is green with Dathomiran energy, carved with runes for strength, blade and plasma bolt deflection and healing . Various eye covers.
Archery gloves. Lightsaber and blade resistant gloves. Small blades, and an obsidian athame for spellwork.

Abilities: She is gifted with the ability to create blinding and horrific hallucinations within her enemies minds. However what she is most noted for is her ability to creates illusions of herself, capable of physical combat. At the moment she can create up to five illusions of herself, but if she chooses to create five her focus is strained. If an illusion is struck down she is slightly weakened but unharmed.
She is slowly branching out to create illusions of other beings, perhaps creatures, ships and battlefields.

Force Powers:
Mind Trick:/Illusion: 1
Telekenisis: 1
Force Lighting - 1
Force Defense -1
Battle Meditation: 1
Force Drain: 1
Mind Shard: 1
Lightsaber Form 2 -1

Regarding Force Sight: Miralukas sense the world in shades of gray. Buildings are typically translucent, navigating new worlds can be difficult and clumsy, however they possess 360 degree vision. Aurelia sees the outline of brings and the color of their aura. Most Sith range from crimson to pitch black. It’s difficult for her to distinguish between species without touch, smell, or simply asking. However when working complex magic or within her own mindscape she possesses perfect vision. She can read by passing her hands over text and feeling energy but cannot write with ink. Her datapad is customized to glow in a spectrum of light visible to the Miraluka.

Personality: Aurelia outwardly exhibits many of the usual Miraluka personality traits, tends to be timid, but once comfortable can be very sociable. She however carries none of her species reverence of Jedi teachings, or desire for order and peace. She has never meet another Miraluka but believes she would likely kill them if they held Jedi ideals. She has been known to be manipulative, seductive, and sly. She will not deny passion when it strikes be it for the flesh or for battle. She has a playful side, is often the first to make jokes, enjoys dancing as an art, talented at pazzak and the occasional game of sabbac, and is not immune to the vices of spice and drink. However when provoked she’s cruel, and merciless, and deceptive. When she believes in a cause she grants it the full loyalty more typical of the Miraluka. She’s been known to commit petty thefts, largely objects of minor magical value, jewelry, or the lightsabers of fallen enemies.

Biography: Aurelia’s parents fled their homeworld shortly after her birth, fearing visions of a great unseen darkness consuming their world. They spent a few standard weeks roaming in search of a peaceful planet to lay new roots, but their poorly defended ship was hijacked, looted and her parents were killed in the attack. The infant was taken as a slave and sold on the nearest planet, Dathomir. A barren mother from the Singing Mountain Clan purchased the Miraluka infant eagerly, intrigued by her nature and power, and raised her within the clan until the age of 8. The Sisters eagerly taught her their magic and custom, and she learned swiftly. Her lack of physical eyes never impeded her, Aurelia didn’t know the term eyes until the age of ten. However at the age of 8, while exploring the ruins of the Infinity Gateway upon Dathomir she found an ancient mask. Upon touching the mask she briefly saw the world as many sentiants do. Saw as it truly is, full of color, shadow and light. The encounter improved her vision, allowing her to better see the Force and the auras of others with more color. At this moment a parasitic entity became attached to her although it’s presence was unknown until she joined the Sith. She later learned it was in fact a lingering fragment of the spirit of Darth Nihilus that had attached to her. The mask itself wasn’t the genuine article, merely a copy with a sliver of his essence meant to infect another.


The clans Mother however noticed the infection and darkness within her and cast from the clan despite her young age. She found solace and care with the Nightsisters that embraced darkness. Within the Nightsisters clans she was encouraged to embrace her dark powers.

At 16, before completing the full extent of the Nightsister initiation rituals she decided her destiny lay beyond the planet and stowed away on a transport ship. She found the galaxy to be horrifically disappointing, filthy, infested with mindless vermin. All was grey and translucent, nothing glowed as it did on Dathomir. She believes herself blessed that she possesses no eyes in which to look upon the vermin of the galaxy. When she became desperate for credit in the streets of Nar Shadda she wandered to the red sector where she was encouraged to audition as a cantina dancer. The rarity of her species and natural Nightsister grace made her a mesmerizing dancer, soon she drew customers. She earned contracts, and credits and when she took customers to her bed she earned more than enough credit. She spent a few years allowing herself to be blinded in the haze of drink, spice, lust and credit with the occasional kill to satisfy her true lust. However when a truly luminous being came to watch her dance she heard the first echos of her true calling. The male glowed with a burning crimson alignment, so magnificent it filled her Force vision. She invited him to her private chambers where he proudly proclaimed he was Sith. When their encounter was over the man drew an energy blade that glowed like him, and swung it in a blow meant kill her. While she had never sensed such a blade she was used to clients attacking out of sheer cruelty , but she had to call upon the magics within her to dodge the glowing blade. The Force as she’d heard it called outside Dathomir. She had killed with the Force before but this Sith didn’t fall easily, she cast aside all hesitation and clawed into the Siths mind and drive him mad with hallucinations she’d always been gifted with. He took his own life with his glowing blade. Aurelia kept the lightsaber and raided the body for any clues as to were she might find more of these Sith.

She booked passage off Nar Shadda and searched for more Sith. Once finding a splinter of a larger faction she caught the attention of a Master who offered her apprenticeship ...but the faction her Master followed was weak, disorganized and unwilling to actually train her. In that time of weakness and entropy the parasitic nature of Darth Nihilus’ spirit began to consume her, causing her to crave Force energy increasingly. She refused to submit wholly to the craving and devised a plan to break the ancient spirits control over her. Aurelia formulated a plan of attack and asked for the ruling Lords permission to proceed with her plans, only to be condemned again for her dark connections, and subjected to brutal torture, the condition being either she cleanse herself of the parasite, or execution.
She then understood the weakness in those she followed...a true Sith would celebrate their dark ties to an ancient Lord. Taught her how to manipulate them, bend them to her will. This band saw her only as a threat to their lauded power.
Aurelia however submitted to torture and imprisionment, the torture served to exsanguate her from the infection but the process left her eye sockets charred black. Then in the realm of her mind she confronted the spirit of Nihilus, trapped him into weakening himself by creating an illusion of Malachor V during is destruction and using her talents of the mind she forced the spirit to relive the events of his human life and eventually symbolically defeated the spirit. She’d reclaimed control over her mind and actions but the hunger remains. After this mind battle she took on the name Darth Illium.
She left the weak faction of the Sith in disgust, but intrigued by how she’d fought such a battle within her mind, using only her gift of illusion. There had to be a way to manifest such illusionary battle feats into the physical realm.

She returned to Dathomir for a time to finish her Nightsister trials. It was a part of her she’d left incomplete, but with ease she passed the trials and taking on the Nightsister rank of a shadow killer. Dathomir held much promise for her but the call of the Sith was to great. With the blessing of the clan mother she seeks to complete the second and... possibly far more glorious part of her destiny, to seize her potential as a Sith.

Strengths: high tolerance to pain, high immunity to tricks of the mind, endurance.

Weaknesses: Natural blindness. Hunger, which manifests as the desire for consuming eyes. Naive, at times overemotional, romantic, and occasionally impulsive. Her sanity is constantly perched on a razors edge.

Pets: Shipsbane, a Force sensitive gizka.

Character Summary

Name/Title: Apprentice Claiomh Solais (pronounced glaive solas)
(Given name Aclusniath Wryshard)

Skills: Juyo, Jar’Kai, Dun Möch, Force shield, void splice (think Philadelphia experiment).

Age: 20

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Homeworld: Unknown

Occupation: Apprentice

Height: 5’ 6”

Appearance: My build is athletic, my eyes are jade green, and my hair is red, thick and long. The ends are uneven and wild. I have never had it cut; my saber singes the ends from time to time when I spin them. My skin is pale and white. I don’t have any tattoos. But I do have scars. Saber burns on my arms and legs from training. But they are easily concealed. I look normal, which is an advantage for missions in non Sith regions. I am not especially intimidating to look upon. But I am close to the dark side, always. Most people, even non-force sensitives can sometimes feel the energy that radiates from me. My robes are mostly black with red accents on my belt. I do not wear armor or a mask. I find it inhibits the flow of energy within myself. My robes are spun from silk derived by Sith Alchemy. They provide some protection against all weapons. However, few know, until they fight me that I utilize the dark side like a shield. As long as my focus is secure, no strikes will ever touch me.

Weapons: I was trained as a defense against Jedi and other lightside users. But, since then, my skills with the dark side and Sith sorcery has placed me on the path of discovering ancient artifacts. Any Jedi or other fool who gets in my way doesn’t stand a chance. I am often sent on these missions alone, which suits me fine. I am the first to reach and access lost knowledge and skills. It has strengthened my sorcery exponentially.

Equipment: Two single bladed sabers hang from my belt. One is an aristocratic looking piece. Ignited its blade is a bright red with a platinum core. It’s voice is brutal, absolute, and savage. The other saber, has a slightly curved hilt. It’s inscribed with an avant-garde, vine-like pattern. It produces an unusually powerful blade, vivid red. It emits a scream when ignited, and its voice is best described as fractured - even though the crystal is whole. The saber behaves in interesting ways. It hisses and randomly sputters plasma. After a fight or kill, it intensifies in color and drools plasma that I flick off.

I own a custom racing speeder. It is armored, and looks faceted almost like a crystal. It is mostly black with glowing red accents.

I also own a Fury class Sith Interceptor with a class 0.5 hyperdrive. Nothing has been customized on this ship yet but I plan to squeeze more speed out of it if at all possible. I also need to acquire a bacta tank.

Description of Abilities: Juyo, Jar'Kai, Dun Möch, force shield, void splice. I’m not intimidating to look upon, until I ignite one or both sabers. I use saber spins to ignite or melt the ground, and Dun Möch to distract and cause emotional dissidence in my foe. I am highly skilled in single or two lightsaber combat, and often employ the Force to create shields, push or pull, and lighting. I experiment with force abilities and have discovered one that is unique. I call it void splice. When a foe touches a rock or some other surface I can use dark side energy to combine their flesh with that object. Essentially fusing their arm or leg with the object. This ability has lead me to be able to teleport myself through empty space or objects. But it’s use requires a great deal of energy and I am limited to the number of times I can do it in a day, for now.

Personality: My bloodlust is strong and I relish the dynamics of saber combat. But I have left as many Jedi alive as I have killed. I don’t crave war or death. I crave knowledge, skills, and abilities. But above all - I’m curious. I seek adventure. And as such, am not unreasonable.

Biography: One of the earliest memories I have is of wreckage on a mossy rainy planet somewhere in the other rim. I was picked up by slavers. Whether we crashed or were shot down I don’t know. I was a small child, and the slavers terrified me. But I was not in their possession for long. A Sith battleship attacked their convoy, and boarded it. I was taken, along with many others, to an Arena. We were given food and water and the older people were given weapons. I was almost invisible. No one spoke to me. I had no idea what was happening.

Then we were lead into another arena that had barriers, walls, posts and other obstacles. It was dark and the ground was deep gravel. Then some of the older boys started shouting and running. There was screaming and the sounds of battle. I ran and tired to hide. But I saw a boy, a few years older than me locked in a fight with, what I later learned was a Sith acolyte. The sect who found me, raided slavers to use them, and anyone with them, as training for their acolytes to hone their skills. The boy was knocked down, the weapon clattered to the side and the Acolyte bore down upon him. I got up; ran to the weapon and picked it up in time to block the Acolytes’ strike. He spun around to make another strike, when time slowed. I raised my hand and put all of my will, anger, rage and pain into stopping him. The force erupted from me and sent the Acolyte flying across the room. More arrived and came for me, but they didn’t get close. Some I sent flying, others who got to close were hit by force lightning. I remember It hurting my hand, but I used it anyway.

Before long, a man in long black robes, approached us. I later learned he was a Sith Knight. The acolytes all stopped and bowed as he walked by them. When he approached me I didn’t know what to do so I did a brief bow then raised the weapon to defend myself. He laughed and said something about the Force and courage.

I became his apprentice, and studied under him for many years. The boy however, I never found out what happened to him. Some of the others who were on the ship also became apprentices. I did find out that Sect was a blight and an abomination to most other Sith. It was destroyed, and many members executed.

I am loyal to the Dark Side, I am Sith. But I own my destiny. I will never forget the pain the slavers caused or what some Sith have done. I will not let their lies or manipulation control me. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.

Force push/pull – 1

Force choke – 1

Force jump – 1

Force Avalanche - 1

Force Lightning – 1

Force Defense – 1

Mind Trick –

Void Splice (unique see description) - 1

Form I –

Form II –

Form III –

Form IV –

Form V –

Form VI –

(Warrior tree only) Form VII – 1

(Marauder only) Force Rage –

(Knight only) Inspire –

(Sorcerer tree only) Force Drain –

(Inquisitor only) Probe Mind –

(Arcanist only) Dark Side Healing –

(Assassin tree only) Force Cloak –

(Stalker only) Force Stealth –

(Watcher only) Conceal Essence -