Name: Erik Adoh (“Darth Izzeus”)
Race: Lorrdian
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://cghub.com/files/Image/137001-...38/584_max.jpg
Equipment: Scarlet-bladed sabrecane (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs11/i/20...e_by_luxun.jpg)
History:
Erik Adoh was orphaned at an extremely young age, possibly as young as five. His parents were no bodies, or so he assumed. His mother was a whore and his father was unknown. He possesses only vague memories of his mother. Most of them involve the sight of strange men breaking her over a bed or beating her with a clenched fist. The only respite the youngling found in this confusing and unmerciful world was that of music. The rhythms, notes, melodies, and keys all portrayed things that the world around him could not. They were an escape to another reality, one where the meal in his stomach didn’t come out of a garbage disposal unit and the grimy, hard bed on which he slept was not soiled by his mother’s sweat and blood.
When his mother died of some horrid, contracted disease, Erik was lost. And not only lost, he was apathetic. There was no point to life, no purpose that could bring him to wonder why he existed in this cosmos of chaos. It was because of this that he felt no self-pity. All he felt was anger. Being only young, he expressed this emotion through the form of music. He felt the sounds as if they floated before his eyes, a terrible symphony of color. Every note was like painters dancing on the canvas of his mind. He became something of a street performer and a legend at that. He quickly attracted the attention of many, the Hutts included. They made him one of their play things. A slave boy that could sing and perform with an instrument was quite the talk of town. So full were the Hutts of the catch that they had found, the boy was sent to Eriadu to butter up a number of ship manufacturers to buy a Hutt endorsed, small parts grease—it’s main ingredient being Eopie dung.
While on the contaminated planet, Erik was under constant watch by Hutt thugs. They supervised him even as he slept for fear of losing their masters prized showpiece. It wasn’t until the last night that they unwavering gaze shifted to the bottles of rum. In their drunken stupors they missed the young slave boy disappearing from his chambers in the dead of night. Erik’s first breath of freedom was as lack luster as the life he had lived thus far, it was caustic and polluted. He wanted to spit it back out and return to the confines of his cold, rickety cot. But something pulled at him. An irrefutable tether urged him onward into the world of the unknown.
The boy followed this tugging. In every way it was like a cord tied to his inner being, leading him through dark alley ways and dank street vendors. He hurdled over broken sewage pipes and rusty barbed fences following this ethereal lure. It finally led him to the top of a small building at the feet of one of the more prominent hotels on the planet. To his surprise, he heard laughing from atop the terrace. It was a young boy and girl roughly his age holding hands and giggling at eachother as they looked out over the glowing city. There was something about the girl that was entrancing to him. Even though he only saw the back of her head, she irradiated beauty beyond compare. It was a beauty that was not only physical but that he could feel in his entire being like an aura from some unworldly source.
It was in that moment that he saw the boy next to her turn her head softly and lean in for a kiss. The peck lasted only seconds but for Erik, it seemed as though time had stopped. Something boiled up from within him. A creature that had lied dormant for over a decade seethed within him like a mother rancor stripped from her young. It tore out of him in every way. The rooftop became a blur, the putrid glowing landscape around him a torrent of color. He could hear a beat. Rhythmic, slow, powerful. It may have been his heart but he swore it to be in the very air around him. He felt like spirits surrounded him in the air chanting as they looked onward like a pulpit over some gladiatorial arena. He would give them a show.
With a strength that was not his own, Erick lunged at the unsuspecting boy who had yet to realize his presence. Erik saw nothing in focus except flesh, raw, tender flesh. He tore into it with his bare hand. He could feel the pain in the boy like an electrical current being transmitted through his fingertips. He tore again, this time deeper. Blood gorged from the boy like a hole in a dam wall. It just showed Erik where to dig deeper. Finger by finger he excavated the warm soft meat until his hands breached into a squishy chamber filled with organs. He plunged his arm deeper, feeling them part and tear in the wake of his clawed hand. The boy was screaming now, he couldn’t hear it, but he could feel it. He could feel the beating rhythm that emanated from the boy, the same rhythm that filled the air around him.
Erik took hold of one of the slippery tubes within the boy’s stomach and pulled it out of the gaping chasm which he had just wrought open. His free hand gently slid over the boy’s body, searching. When he could feel the heightened pulse up next to a hard tube of cartilage he knew he had found the right place. With one quick action, Erik took the length of intestine and wrapped it around the stranger’s throat and pulled down until he thought the tube might be in danger of snapping. Erik's muscles clenched taught as the boy writhed about the cold steel roof clawing for breath. He felt the life drain out of the victim as his struggling became mute.
In that moment, after the last thralls of resistance were done, there was nothing but complete silence. Whatever had been watching had stopped its rhythmic pulse. Utter, blissful silence. And in that silence, he saw the girl's face, the face that he had just killed for. Her beauty seemed to sear into Erik’s mind like a brand. There she stood, gazing in shock and horror at the thing he had just done. Yet still her eyes were like pools of tranquil water. They penetrated into him and filled him with a burning warmth like a thousand suns focused on him alone. He had to have her. She was beauty. Everything his life had missed was here in her. All else around her was out of focus. All else around her was irrelevant. Time seemed almost at a standstill when she started to move away. Eyes still piercing into his, she took a step backward. Her hair seemed to lift into the air as her left foot plummeted off the roof top. For a split second she seemed suspended over that blood bathed terrace like a puppet being played by some cosmic ventriloquist. And in as much time as it took to widen his eyes, Erik watched here fall. Gone.
He lunged at the side only to see her descending story after story until she hit the dusty street floor with a thud and a crack. Everything within him tore in that very moment. He yelled to the spirits who cackled above him, an audience of the epic comedy unfolding before them. Every emotion poured out of him at once, emotions he didn’t know could exist in a human, let alone himself. He offered everything to the puppeteers above, his very soul was torn free in the plea he cried. He wanted her back.
It seemed like ages passed. Erik was struggling for consciousness. Something had drained him, sucked the very life from his bones and put it somewhere else. The boy doubled over, pleading with his body to allow him one breath at a time. He thought he could feel the cold hand of death gripping his shoulder. But it was in that moment that the girl appeared, hovering over the terrace where moments ago she had just fallen from. She seemed swathed in darkness, like she was being levitated by some black, translucent hand. But there she stepped onto the balcony and Erik looked into her eyes once more. Light faded from every corner but her eyes remained, piercing and beautiful. He was only there with her. Lost.
When the boy awoke, he was floating in a bacta tank. A cloaked figure stood before him, inspecting his every move. “Do you know what you have done boy?” The figure said. Erik did not reply. He couldn’t. He had no idea what had just happened or even if it was real. “I’ve never seen that happen before. You overcame… death.” The figure stepped up to the tank, his red eyes dazzling through the watery solution. “You will be mine, if you want her to be yours.”
And with that the slave boy from the Outer Rim became the apprentice of Darth Go’Kyok. His master taught him the ways of deceit, how to control his body and mind, and how to truly embrace the full power of the force. Not a night went by that Erik did not dream of those eyes of the girl. Everything he did he did for them. Darth Go’Kyok would fashion his apprentice into just what the world craved, a celebrity icon. He taught the boy in private, removing him from the world. After all, the parents of the boy he had just killed had nearly half the galaxies bounty hunters after him. The Tarkins didn’t forgive lightly. And so the boy perfected his craft for music and learned the ways of the world from his old Hapian master who had seen and lived the life of politics. Until one day it came that it was time for Erik to go out into the world, now dubbed Darth Izzeus. That night on the ship docks of Couracant was the last time Darth Izzeus would ever see his master.
It was only weeks later that the unknown Lorridian took the galaxy by storm. His acoustic style and sultry voice were heard in even the worlds of the Outer Rim. Fate even brought him across the girl he had met that day on the rooftop. She was the daughter of the Chancellor Valorum, a man who now counted himself as the pop celebrity’s friend and confidant.
Stats:
-----Physical Skills: 5
-----Force Powers: 2
-----Command: 6
-----Wealth: 5
-----Influence: 10
-----Dedication: 2
Traits:
--Physical Traits:
X3 Force Concealment
Sabrecane Proficiency I
Force Instinct
--Force Traits:
Psychometry
Dark Transfer
--Command Traits:
Loyal Servants
Master
Each Has a Place
Noghri
Highly Trained Crew
Highly Trained Troops
--Wealth Traits:
Special Weapons
Great Ship IIII
--Influence Traits:
Falleen or Zeltronian Aides:
Kubaz Spies
Bounty Hunters
Hutt Contacts
Blackmailed
Decree This!
Relatives in Power
Getting Your Own Hands Dirty
Information Broker
Chancellor
--Dedication Traits:
Visionary
Customs Scissors
Apprentices:
Name: Dhirh Kon
Race: Qwohog
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/...o2-d4pojb1.jpg
Equipment: Lightsabre Pike, Dresselian Projectile Rifle
Skills: Physical 3, Force 3
Lightpike Proficiency 2, Armour Proficiency 1 (Projectile Rifle proficiency is not avaliable to Padawans or Apprentices.)
Basic Force Powers, Force Lightning, Force Grip.
History:
Dhirh was always something else in the eyes of Erik. While not as strong in the technical ways of the force, Dhirh always possessed a raw energy within, one that was dark and hideous. He was like a savage, untamed and unfiltered. His sharp tactical mind was always a weapon that Erik could rely on. However brutish and inhumane his methods might be, Dhirh could be trusted to tackle the greatest of missions. He operated in such unorthodox ways that the enemy could seldom prepare for the nightmare that loomed in the form of a small, amphibious Sith. Indeed, much of Dhirh’s way of thought stemmed from the advanced society in which he came from. When Erik ran into the merchant vessel that had traded with the Qwohog’s homeworld, the ships entire crew had been mercilessly slayed by Dhirh with the use of only a fishing spear. In years, this spear would be the inspiration and blueprint of Dhirh’s lightsabre: a crude, three-pronged trident emitting a short yellow blade from each tine. In addition to this, the Qwohog also wields crude Dresselian projectile rifle on almost every venture. Capable of surviving the harsh conditions and water submergence, the piece of kit has served him devilishly well and further accents his cover-up as Eriks ‘big-game hunter.’
Name: Mia Nu
Race: Zeltron
Sex: Female
Appearance: http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/...xu-d4thf4q.jpg
Equipment: Light Whip
Skill: Physical 4, Force 2
Lightwhip Proficiency 3 (Note, you can only use 1 lightwhip.) Force Speed.
Basic Force Skills, Force Choke
History:
Mia Nu was once an exotic dancer on 888888888888 when Erik found her. Thrilled by her love of the arts, he was further seduced by her charm and various physical accoutrements. She moved her body like water, completely in control and yet uncontrollable like the wind over fields of grass. The young man could scarce remove his eyes from her and she knew it. Later that night when she came to his room expecting the best from the intergalactic musician she received nothing but a door slammed in her face. Though seductive a woman as he had ever seen, Erik could not afford the possibility of a press scandal of such magnitude, especially one that could jeopardize his relationship with the Valorum girl. Enraged, Mia waited until Erik had fallen asleep before she struck. Slipping in through a vent, she hovered over the sleeping Lorrdian and plunged a hair pin down at his throat. Feeling the ripple in the force, Erik awoke in time to parry the strike and soon had the diminutive girl on her back exposed and disarmed. As he slowly plunged the half-foot-long spike into her left breast he sensed the darkness within her. As she struggled for life, enduring the pain of the needle as it sunk at an agonizingly slow pace, a beast within struggled for life too. It was vicious, though refined and tranquil; like the way in which the girl had danced. Suddenly Erick stopped. He had felt this thing within, and he wanted it.
Name: Frond Dra-loor
Race: Neti
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://wiki.darkjedibrotherhood.com/...6/Ood_Bnar.JPG
Equipment: Long Handled Sabre
Skills: Physical 5 Force 1
Long-Handled Lightsabre Proficiency 3, Armour Proficiency 1, Blaster Proficiency 1
Basic Force Skills
History: If ever there was a man or thing that Erik feared, it would be Frond. There were few things that Erik disliked more than those who were smarter than him, especially those under his command. In fact, Erik does little more than despise the Neti who he considers his most malignant apprentice of all. Though less physically adept as he, Erik finds Frond’s wisdom and experience unsettling. Erik can deal with strong brutes, he has enough of them on his own, but a man who can challenge his mind and play his game? That scares him. Frond’s greatest asset is his patience, a burden with which Erik struggles daily. Being a photosynthetic species, Neti can live presumably indefinitely with proper hydration and sunlight and it is this since of little rush that frond embodies in every action. He thinks before he speaks, acts, or even thinks in the first place. Like all of his kind, Frond is extremely in tune with the force around him though relatively inexperienced with harnessing it in the ways of the Sith. But that time will come, and when it does, many will likely suffer because of it.
Name: Xev Tallus
Race: Shi’ido
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/...fa-d3y5mgx.jpg
Equipment: Sabre and Guard Shoto
Skill: Physical 2, Force 4
Lightsabre Proficiency 1, Guard Shoto Proficiency 1
Basic Force Skills, Force Repulse, Force Grip, Force Choke
History: Xev is curious, in all meanings of the word. He is intelligent and inquisitive in equal measure, but also a complex thing himself. As a shape shifter, Xev can take the aesthetic appearance of almost any living sentient of equal size—though in manner of strength and other attributed he remains unchanged. But it seems as though this attribute gives rise to an unquenchable thirst to learn. Be it about cultures, the force, or even why a watch ticks, Xev simply has a hunger for knowing why. It was because of this that Erik came upon the Shi’ido in the beginning of his musical career. The youngling had stowed himself in the cargo of Erik’s cruiser after a premier showing on the plant of Alderran. Though 34 in galactic years, for his kind he was but a child. When Erik first saw him face to face, it was in the bathroom of one of the barracks. The young, stow-away had butchered on of the security guards with the human’s own shaving razor. Blood adorned the walls and congealed about the floor in a crimson-black mire. Standing in the pond of bodily fluid was a mirror image of the man whose body layer limp on the floor, eyes gazing beyond. A shape shifter and a new apprentice. Since that fateful day, Xev has served his master well in almost any role needed, though most commonly as a spy. When Erik needs intel that he can trust beyond doubt, this is the man he sends. Be it bumping elbows at an investors’ soiree or posing as a queens husband for the night, Xev always delivers at the expense of a drawn-out explanation of course.
Lieutenants:
Name: Udo Broxin
Race: Herglic
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/starwars/ima...yguard-GOI.jpg
Equipment: Golan Arms FC11 Flechette Launcher, Ryyk Blade
Skills: Physical 5
Heavy Projectile Guns Proficiency 2, Armour Proficiency 2, Blaster Proficiency 1
History: Udo was never hired to think; in fact he was possibly hired not to think at all. This Herglic is exactly how he appears from the outside, a dumb brute that could smash in your skull with a bare hand. He serves as Erik’s personal bodyguard on almost all occasions, particularly when muscle need to be flexed in order to sway the minds of lesser beings. Udo was a Hutt thug in his past life, having seen his fair share of scraps and firefights. He served alongside a wookie by the name of Kathilum through most of these years. When Kathilum, his closest friend and ally, fell at the hands of a jedi Udo cemented his hatred for their kind and vowed to give his life to shed their blood no matter the cost. He took up his fallen comrades Ryyk blade and with it a burning vengeance. Erik felt this within the hulking beast the first time they met and from then on the sith master knew that this ‘thing’ was right for the job. Of late, Udo has proven his worth as a meat shield few trifle to fuck with.
Name: Zoda Brell
Race: Caarite
Sex: Male
Appearance: http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__...px-Caarite.JPG
Equipment: Prax Arms Protector PRP-502 Dart Pistol
Skill: Physical 5
Projectile Guns Proficiency 1, Accounting 2, Scounging 2
History: In almost every way, Zoda embodies the polar opposite or Udo. The young Caarite is sly, smart, witty, and charismatic beyond equal. For the past four years he has served as Erik’s stage manager, accountant, and go between in the case of almost every diplomatic venture be it civil or otherwise. A true salesman, Zoda has a way of asking favors in ways few can refuse and questions in which few can avoid. He is a master at back-room deals and slippery negotiations, never afraid to take a risk if it means good profit. However, when talking can’t get the job done, Zoda is quick to resort to other means. Be it the slipping of a poison capsule into an unattended drink or a dart into the back of an exposed neck, if you are in Zoda’s way he will find a way around you or through you.
Ship:
Ship Name: Jax
Ship Size: 900 Meters
Ship Appearance: http://cghub.com/files/Image/141001-.../258_large.jpg
Ship History:
General Components:
1 Shield Generator
2 Ion Drives
1 Hyperdrive
Armaments:
1 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries
4 Turbolaser Batteries
1 Ion Cannon Battery
1 Tractor Beam Projector
Specialised Systems:
Stygium Cloaking Device (150)
Troop Barracks (Capacity; Max 100 Troops)
Landing System (30)
Vehicle Bay (20)
Training Room (5)
Hangars:
1 Hangar
----1 Light Shuttle (3)
Dropship Hangar (20)
----2 Light Troop Transports (8)
----1 Vehicle Transport (4)
ARMY
Security Troops (10)
6x Noghri Assassin Squads (180)
5x Noghri Saboteur Commandos (125)
2 Light Tanks (80)
2 Hvy Tanks (160)
4 Speeders (100)
10 Speeder Bikes (100)
2 Lieutenants (40)
4 Sith Apprentices (200)
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