Faegard
Little Rabbit
Intent: To create a companion that will bounce off Valrayne, juxtaposing her upbeat attitude and providing (hopefully) amusing flavor to RP
Image Credit: Bethesda, the New Moon Senche (edited to look more edgy by me) Enamel Shard Necklace, Spacey background
Role: Primarily a travel mount and companion, secondary role as a guardian
Links: Thread
Age: Around 600 GSY (Exact age unknown)
Force Sensitivity: Force User (While he was once an actual Sith Master, A'Baal's connection to his powers has been greatly diminished, leaving him with only a few basic powers, and his knowledge is now mostly theoretical)
Species: Felacatian
Appearance: A’Baal is a stately, majestic being the size of a horse. An enormous feline beast, his body is covered in inky black fur. His huge paws softly pad the ground and the long slender tail often twitches behind him as he walks. From his great furry head peer two bright, white eyes that seem to glow as they stare intently into your very soul. He primarily wears dark coloured barding, and will usually be seen lounging around near Val.
Name: A’Baal
Loyalties: Begrudgingly loyal to Valrayne (thanks solely to their bond) but otherwise is wholly self-serving
Notable Possessions: He is a huge cat. He has little need for material possessions beyond his barding. He DEFINITELY does not have a ball of yarn and it is absolutely NOT his most precious thing. Don’t go looking for it, though.
Personality: Disdain. If one had to describe A’Baal in a single word it would likely be this. A once-mighty sith warrior now reduced to pack-mule, he has the age and wisdom to accept his fate, and the patience to bide and plot his revenge. In the meantime, however, while he cannot outwardly attack, he will let his mistress know of his frustration and general disapproval at every opportunity
Training: Training? A’Baal? The mighty sith lord of old? He used to command an army! He bent the very force to his will! He does not require “training”. (A’Baal is sentient so he understands all of his mistress’s commands. Because he is bound to her, he’s forced to begrudgingly heed them with great reluctance)
Combat Function: Although once a mighty sith lord, A’Baal’s powers have been greatly reduced from the botched ritual that binds him to Valrayne. In combat he is purely a physical fighter, relying solely on the speed, might and natural weapons of his current form. He can be summoned to Valrayne’s side when she is able to focus and channel the force through her link to him, once there, he serves as her protector and guardian, literally placing himself between his mistress and danger
Force powers:
- Telepathy
- Telakinesis (Apprentice level)
Strengths:
- Giant cat: The felacatian war-form can be a terrifying sight. The enormous beast has all the strength and might 500lbs of pure muscle can give, the speed of four purpose-built limbs and a rudder-tail to allow him to outrun prey, and vicious retractable claws and teeth.
- Stealthy: Creatures of the feline persuasion are naturally stealthy. Even the largest big cats are able to control every fibre of their muscular forms and silently stalk their prey. A’Baal is especially so, his sentience, wisdom, and combat experience allows him to employ the natural stealth of his form where and when it is most beneficial, turning him into a silent and deadly assassin
- Sentience: A giant cat on its own can be terrifying, now imagine one that can think for itself. All the power of his war form can be finely-honed and aimed specifically at an enemy’s weak points, rather than solely relying on instinct
Weaknesses:
- Unnatural state: The warrior felacatians naturally have two forms: their bipedal form that they most commonly use, and the war form. While A'Baal can traverse easily in either, he never cared for the savagery of the war form, and thus, never trained for combat in it. As such, he is no longer the highly-trained master of combat, and is forced to rely on his tactics to best his opponents
- Diminished power: The ritual that brought A’Baal into being left him cut off from the vast majority of his force powers. It frustrates the great cat to no end that his abilities within the force have been reduced to speaking telepathically with his mistress and the ability to move things his paws can't otherwise hold
- Persistent Injury: During the ritual that bound him, the mighty felacatian warrior was pierced in his side. Because this happened during the binding, the injury persists, leaving him slightly weaker and slower on his left side
- Can’t Strike First: Valrayne’s top priority when performing the ritual to get A’Baal was that he wouldn’t immediately turn and kill her. She was successful… perhaps a little too successful. The mighty cat is completely unable to strike out against anyone or anything unless they first land a strike against him. This makes protecting Valrayne a difficult and sometimes painful endeavour… and he absolutely ensures she’s aware of this
And now… I’ve been reduced to this.In the end my death did not come from where I had expected. I had not been bested on the field of battle, nor felled in a one-on-one duel of honor in the courts. No. I passed in my sleep, from a poison that even I had not been made aware of.
That was not how it was meant to go. I was dissatisfied with my end; with the way my legacy was undone by a servant with a drink. Time lost all meaning and it seemed as though I wandered the field of blades for eternity. Perhaps I did. The chaos and destitution were my torment, a far cry from the order and serenity of my empire, but they became my comfort. Eventually, I found I had a place there.
Then… Valrayne came.
Her ritual was messy and unpracticed, chaotic and bizarre. Neither of us were entirely sure how or why it even worked. Much to my contempt, however, it did. Now I am bound and compelled to serve her, watch over the kitten while she slumbers, carry her like I’m some beast of burden.
But few are more familiar with sith sorcery like I, and I know that fighting these bonds are useless. So, for now, I bide my time. It’s easier simply to serve her, to serve and to plot. I have become the very servant that got so close to me so long ago. One day I will serve Valrayne a poisoned drink of her own, and drag her back to the Netherworld to repay me.
But until then, my Mistress calls, and I must answer.
