Character Arken Rhau

[Arken Rhau]

Arken Rhau
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// OVERVIEW \\ // APPEARANCE \\ // CONCEPT \\ // TRAITS \\ // ABILITIES \\ // INVENTORY \\ // RELATIONSHIPS \\ // POWER BASE \\ // THE STORY SO FAR... \\

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  • ALIAS: Valmont
  • AGE: 22
  • SPECIES: Human
  • HOME WORLD: Epoch
  • Residence: Hallowed Gehinnom
  • Allegiance: Brotherhood of the Maw
  • Rank: Bloodsworn Acolyte
  • Force Sensitive: Undeniably
  • Languages
    Epochian [Native]
    Cheunh [Fluent]
    Huttese [Rough]
  
  
  
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  • EYES: Icy Blue
  • HAIR: Raven Black
  • HEIGHT: 5'9"
  • WEIGHT: 180lbs
  • VOICE
  
  Tall, toned, and broad of shoulder, the young Sith acolyte carries himself with a determined gait and a willful air of brooding authority. When not clad in the obsidian steel of his Bloodsworn armor, Arken enjoys the crisp and imperial fashion of the Epochian elite, all shadowy blacks and deep crimsons. Colors that often reflect his grim mood and even grimmer demeanor. Though quick to quip and prone to a snide grin, the mirth of any moment never quite reaches the icy blue of Arken's eyes. Instead, the dark circles blooming beneath them speak of darker ails. The nails on his fingers have been nervously chewed away, and the calloused hands they belong to never seem to stray far from the hilt of his weapon, even in the company of companions. Then there are scars. In their multitudes they mar his pale flesh from head to toe, each telling a tale more gruesome than the last. Like a tortured tapestry, each jagged tear and surgical slice trace the history of a thousand different mistakes and regrets, of torture and hardships, of pain and defeat, but above all, they tell the tale of a man stubborn enough to carry their weight.
  
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  After so long adrift in the dark, the light of his newfound freedom is all but blinding. Unsure of his path but undaunted by the obstacles, Arken is determined to seize hold of his new future, and with the aid of the dark side of the force, shape it to his will. Though his drive for vengeance and power have made him a slave to his wrath, Arken follows a code of his own, one possessed of the Sith’s zealous doctrine that 'might makes right' yet deeply conflicted with its cruel nature. Having come from a place that respects such strength above all else, Arkhen envies and admires those with great power in equal measure, but refuses to languish under the authority of those he deems unworthy. Yet with all this said, the young man is not without his civility or grace. Having lived and learned from a world rife with political intrigue and shadowy corruption, Elias is well versed in using his duplicitous guile when he has to, and his noble charm when he must. Though some eccentricities and the grim nature they portend will occasionally break through to the surface of his genial facade, Arken has had a lifetime of lies to help him perfect his deception.
  
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  • Mental Bulwark: Something powerful and altogether wicked has claimed Arken’s mind as its own, and like any animal guarding its lair, it isn’t keen on sharing. Any who attempt to influence the young Sith’s thoughts find their efforts violently repulsed by the nightmare raging in his head. Those bold enough to directly link their minds with Arken’s despite the grave warnings are inevitably overwhelmed by the onslaught of ruinous whispers festering within. With startling ease the voices spread, a wretched corruption of the mind so persistent and compelling that even the most stalwart would find themselves dragged into the mental abyss.
    
    
  • Genetic Excellence: As the heir apparent to family’s grand legacy, no expense was spared in Arken’s conception. Genetically modified while still in the womb, the child was gifted by science what nature could not be trusted to accomplish; perfection. His quick wit, keen mind, robust physique, even his strong jawline, all were meticulously crafted by the most morally corrupt geneticists credits could buy.
    
    
  • Devourer: With every soul devoured Arken feels himself growing closer to perfection. The more of the force he devours, the more his thoughts become clarion, his powers ever more daunting, and his body ever bigger, stronger, faster, better. Though incremental and entirely dependent on the strength of his 'meal', there seems to be no limit on what Arken can eventually achieve.
    
    
  • From Pain Comes Power: Five years on Osseriton forged Arken into a hardened creature, tougher and more resilient than all the countless weaklings that fell to the wayside while he alone ascended to freedom. In all that time the scarred slave learned one very valuable lesson: Pain is a weapon, and vengeance is its edge.
    
    
    
    
  • A Mind Divided: Torn between what he wants and what the thing in his head wants him to want, Arken's inner conflict is more than just a contest of the mind, but a struggle for the very soul itself. This endless battle for control often leaves him conflicted and distracted or worse... defeated.
    
    
  • A Destiny Denied: To the acutely keen in the force, it is evident that an untapped font of incredible power radiates within Arken, poised just beneath the surface and eager to be unleashed. Yet, like the sun eclipsed the glory within him is shackled and dimmed, a mere fraction of its true potential.
    
    
  • The Beast Within: There is a hunger inside Arken, a terrible, endless thing that cannot be sated or reasoned with. Cursed with a desperate instinct to devour the Force in all things, Arken struggles daily to leash his animalistic furor lest it take control and drive him into a blood drenched frenzy. Veins blacken, muscles bulge, and an inky darkness fills the whites of his eyes, leaving only the burning red pupils of a predator on the hunt. Whether by means of Sith sorcery or the rending of flesh between gnashing teeth, Arken isn't just helpless against the hunger, he's a slave to it and must constantly seek new means by which to keep the beast at bay.
    
    
  • From Power Comes Pride: In his old life Arken was powerful. In his old life Arken was important. When his old life came crumbling down around him, the young Sith hopeful lost his way, and it was something that would remain lost for many years to come. Now, as he takes his first tentative steps towards his new destiny, all the old habits have come creeping back. Proud, arrogant and ambitious to a fault, Arken refuses to let anything stand in the way of his newfound freedom, especially his own bullheaded ignorance.
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  • SKILLS
    • Cadet Training: Military service is a proud staple among the citizenary of Epoch. Before Arken was discovered to have a connection to the force he learned from the very best how to march, how to shoot, how to kill, and most importantly, how to win. Some of it even stuck.
      
      
    • Form VIII Juyo: A swordsman at heart, the noble born youth took to the blade with natural finesse in his early days. Though the lighsaber provides a different challenge he has yet to master, the basics remain the same. Arken's style of combat thus relies heavily on a ferocious offense designed around goading his opponent into exploiting the glaring gaps in his form, only to then deliver a desicive counter.
    
    
  • FORCE POWERS
    • Force Sense [Novice]
    • Force Rage [Novice]
    • Force Push [Novice]
    • Telekenis [Novice]
      
      
    • Force Stealth [Untrained]
    • Force Drain [Untrained]
    • Force Lightning [Untrained]
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  • Personal Ship
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  • Personal Droid
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  • Weapons
    • Lightsaber
    • Vibro Dagger x2
    • Vibro Sword
    • Blaster Pistol
  • Armor
    • (As seen in appearance) A combination of armorweave underarmor and cortosis greaves, cuirass, and gauntlets.
  • Miscellaneous
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  • FAMILY
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  • ALLIES
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  • RIVALS
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  Soon...
  
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  Prologue
  
  
  
  "Long before my time, longer still before yours, there was a tribe among the Brotherhood that had a had a rite of passage in which the aspirant was buried alive, far beneath the soil of the earth, where no light could find him and no ear could listen to his screams. This was the final test they had, and after a span of many days spent in such a coffin the aspirant was released, then to be numbered among the wise of his people.
  
  They did this because they knew something you too will soon understand, apprentice: Darkness is a knife that peels away the rind of what you think you know about yourself. The shades of your pretenses, the tones of your illusions, the layers of deception that glaze your life into the colors that tint the world around you. All of that means nothing in the darkness. No one can see the falsehoods down there, not even you. Darkness hides everything except who you really are. You'll see."
  
  The words of his torturer still haunt the Sith to this day, as do the memories he struggles to forget.
  
  An eternity in blackness.
  
  Alone.
  
  That had been his punishment, and it had broken him completely.
  
  
  
  Act 1: The Beast Beneath
  The boy they cast into the maw of Oserriton was weak, foolish, and died on that world as he had lived, worthless. The man that clawed his way back out was a different story all together.
  
  Forged by fear and sired in savagery, Arken Rhau emerged atop the dregs of Osseriton's wretched masses, a champion among the chaos. In the dark places of that terrible world the Sith had heeded the sinister call of a strange and accursed artifact deep beneath the surface of the earth. It granted great powers, but at a terrible cost. Heedless of the consequences, Arken wielded his newfound might to rally the slaves and break free his chains of oppression. A great revolt was raised in his name against the prison warden and his chieftains. The fight was short lived, as were those who had followed the Sith. He alone survived the carnage of his failed rebellion, and that, it was revealed, was more than just fate's fickleness at play. In his feeble fury, Arken had caught the eye of Osseriton's lord and master, Zachariel the Steelblood, a juggernaut of fire and fury unparalleled. The warlord plucked Arken from the nightmare of the penal colony and had him dragged before the durasteel throne of the Bloodsworn marauders. There, the scarred Sith was made to bend the knee to his new master and began his training in earnest...
  

 

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