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NAME: Dr. Bal’gul, the ProfessorFACTION: Primeval
RANK: Dark Jedi Apprentice
SPECIES: Iyra
AGE: 892
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1.5 meters in diameter
WEIGHT: 91kg
EYES: Black and Green
HAIR: N/A
SKIN: Green
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+Combat Tentacles: Possessing no less than eight of them, Bal'gul is proficient in slapping people about with them.
-Sesquipedalian Loquaciousness: Bal’gul has a tendency to ramble on about a matter in an effort to purposefully obfuscate his meaning when a few words might have sufficed.
-Ego: Bal’gul despises creatures with less than five arms and esteems his own opinion above all others.
-Evil is Petty: The Professor carries an affable, indulgent manner of speech, but often finds enjoyment out of others' suffering. Even his allies.
-Cephalopod: Bal’gul's locomotion on land is terribly slow. He is typically confined to riding on a hover chair.
APPEARANCE:
Seldom would a human express love at the sight of Bal’gul, whose slick skin mirrors the color of oozing mold. With an octet of tentacles erupting at the base and an equal number of eye-stalks sprouting from above he looks the outmost from human. The cabalistic green murk of his irises are only outdone by inky pupils, the smoky essence of which coalesces into figures of eight turned on end, like symbols of eternity. One might describe him as a formless lump, with a mouth on the opposite end of the eyes and appendages that incessantly wriggle with sluggish delight.
Bal’gul speaks with a slight lisp. The words dripping from his mouth in long, lazy strands seem to echo, hanging in the air far longer than they should.
FORCE POWERS:
- Drain Knowledge
- Dark Side Tendrils
- Waves of Darkness
- Force Corruption
- Enhance Force Sensitivity
- Force Insanity
- Force Plague
- Conceal Presence
- Flow-Walking
- Control Another's Temperature
- Alchemy
Like many of his species, Bal’gul became an academic scholar who specialized in the niche of ancient mythologies and cultures. As four tentacles became five and then six his renown among the ivory tower’s occupants grew. He taught as an adjunct at several universities before the University of Coruscant brought him on full time.
For decades he taught at the university, steadily growing more intolerable and egotistical with every passing year. The classes the nihilistic professor taught rose with increasing difficulty until at last he was one of several teachers at the university who was known to crush the souls of overachievers and leave them with barely passing grades.
Of course, he was tenured by now so the students could not do anything except watch with horror and avoidance. One year, however, a group of students taking his HISM:492 Sith Occult Studies course decided that they were going to devote themselves to passing his class. Bal’gul caught wind of their conspiring study sessions and let their hope sprout like new rose buds… until the final examination day came and he gave them the most grueling exam he had ever concocted. They watched all their hard work that had bloomed over the last year wither and die in a single two hour sitting.
Many students had been so utterly routed by Bal’gul before, but none had had such high aspirations or had worked so hard. It broke the students, several of whom were now unable to graduate with their Mythology B.A. Whether it was the rigor of studying such grim works or a severe onset of anxiety attack, the cabal of students turned their withering leaves to seeds of hatred that they watered daily.
At first it started out as a joke, making the ritual that would send their hated professor to hell. But it became quite real for Marvin Jay, the Mythology B.A. who had been set back an entire year because of Bal’gul. He drew on the Massassi texts they read with fanaticism, disregarding all the portends that what they all dealt with was a true and ancient evil.
The tension and thirst for vengeance built until one wicked evening they laid their candles and wrote their glyphs and summoned their professor into the room, intending to frighten him with their demon masks and faux-sorcery. Marvin Jay must have had some trickle of the Force running through him, for as Bal’gul entered the room Jay’s hatred came to a pure, fomenting crescendo that shattered the planes of possibility.
In a dark thunderclap and a flash of red lightning their professor was vaporized on the spot. The students, horrified at what they’d done and under the stupor that comes with disbelief turned themselves in, even Marvin Jay. The Jedi came to investigate and concluded that Marvin had inadvertently harnessed the Dark Side and vaporized the professor with what they assumed was a bolt of hatred. Jay was put into the Jedi Agricorps for remedial service after he spent five years in a penitentiary. The occult studies courses pertaining to Sith Magic and the Dark Side were banned at the University of Coruscant and all corresponding books purged from the library.
But what of Bal’gul, was he really vaporized by a Bolt of Hatred? Oh no, his fate was far worse. The students achieved their goal and cast him from the realm of the living and unto the dead. Chaos, as it is known, the residence of all the Sith Lords who cling too tightly to life so that their spirits endure in the next.
How he survived in that Nether realm is something that eludes even his own understanding. Every death saw him reincarnated to a new, worse death. How did he not go insane after the first hundred years? Bal’gul would answer that because his brain is so much larger than that of other species he was better able to comprehend his fate and thus adapt and evolve. Despite his words, Bal’gul must have shared some of that same mysterious power that Marvin Jay had dipped into.
When the Netherworld merged with the realms of spirits and the living, Bal’gul found a way of escape and emerged, in his own body, into the galaxy. Nearly eight hundred years had passed.
He recorded his journeys through the Void in a book that he has since always kept with him. Bal’gul now seeks instruction, albeit extremely begrudgingly, in how to better wield the Force. He has taken up residence with the Primeval.
SHIP:
No.
KILLS:
None.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51093-the-wild-wild-east-primeval-dominion-of-irn/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51122-wretched-abyss/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51393-where-the-dark-lords-reign-the-primeval-dominion-of-korriban/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/51394-a-new-new-order-the-primeval-dominion-of-dromund-kaas/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/52804-that-is-not-dead-which-can-eternal-lie-the-primeval/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53810-well-see-you-now-mandalorians-vs-the-primeval/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56642-end-of-the-long-night-ball-on-kesh/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/56025-a-towers-time-without-end-the-primeval/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53255-am-i-dreaming-primeval-dominion-of-sernpidal/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/60371-the-magnificent-probably-more-than-seven-primeval-invasion-of-mandalorian-wayland/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/62958-not-a-bar-thread/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54847-the-ball-of-bastion-invite-onlyprimeval-guests/
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/76059-a-freak-like-me/