General Information:
- Name: Atlas Velarian
- Faction: Sith
- Rank: Knight
- Species: Null
- Age: 20 physically, 53 by GST
- Sex: Male
- Height: 2,8 m, 9'1"
- Weight: 344,7 kg, 760 lbs
- Eyes: Blue
- Hair: N/A
- Skin: Pale
- Force Sensitive: Yes
Strengths & Weaknesses:
+ Physically Imposing: As a Null, especially a trained Null, Atlas is taller than any human and incredibly strong
+ Strong Will: Atlas possesses an incredibly strong will, determined to see his goals achieved at any cost
- Giant: Due to his size and weight, Stealth is nearly impossible
- Smoke & Mirrors: Stealth is for weaklings, so even when stealth is an option, Atlas will not lower himself to the level of Assassins
- Hubris: Immensely prideful, Atlas feels superior to everyone in the room who is unproven in his eyes
Appearance:
As a Null, and one of "royal" descent, Atlas stands tall, upright and strong. He is in top condition for his species physically and also has facial features that are considered to be noble and appealing. Prideful of these features, Atlas is not one to hide his face, striding with confidence wherever he walks, imposing an aura of superiority over anyone of weaker will and rivalling those that have proven themselves to be powerful. He is the embodiment of pride, never slowing down to be comedic or emphatic towards anyone, only interested in his own goals and aspirations. He takes this fact quite seriously, demanding respect from anyone in his presence.
This does not mean that he is cruel or off-putting, quite to the contrary. When he wishes to be, Atlas can be quite charismatic and pleasant to be around, though this only truly happens when he has something to gain out of acting this way, otherwise there is little point to alter his personality to something that is less demanding of respect to something a benevolent ruler might portray themselves as.
Biography:
"I could only watch as you imprisoned me. I could only watch as you took over my life. I could only watch as you posed as me to gain the trust of those that were close to me. I could only watch as they accepted you into their lives as if you were me. I could only watch as you then betrayed their trust, taking them from me forever. No more, however. Now I am free. Now ... now you will pay."
There was only one emotion driving Atlas at that point, rage. After years and years of imprisonment, he was finally free. The Force had allowed him to witness what was happening, yet he could not free himself and act to affect anything the abomination did. He could not save his family, could not prevent it from taking his place in society, gaining everyone's trust as if it was still him. Now there was nothing left for him but rage. Rage and revenge. It was the driving factor behind his actions, constantly. A servant had found him, freed him, then given his life in the Force-fueled rage that ensued once Atlas was released. The young human had no chance against a Null of his stature. It was a casualty of blind anger, one of the first steps towards becoming the being he was today, one of the last also.
Once he had made it out of the prison and found the creature responsible for his fate and that of his family. The creature was in the middle of a speech when he found it, bearing his image, imitating his visage, his voice, his movement ... it was infuriating. All Atlas could see was murder, he sprang at the creature, beating away at it, his strength fueled by the Dark Side of the Force. Each strike only further cementing him within the path he had chosen. Eventually, all that was left of the creature was blood and bones. The people stared on horrified, Atlas could not look into their faces. He made his way to the closest shuttle, killing anyone in his way and left, never to be seen again.
Now he walks amongst the stars, driven by anger and an unrivaled wish for power.
