Darth Acharon
Cyrus Teraah
NAME: Cyrus Teraah
FACTION: Lords of the Sith/Empire of Ailara
RANK: Sith Knight, Emperor
SPECIES: Human-Chandrillan
AGE: 25
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'1
WEIGHT: 144 Lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
- Agile
- Intelligent
- Fragile
- Overthinker
APPEARANCE: Picture due to Laziness
BIOGRAPHY:
Cyrus never had any intentions of falling to the Dark Side. Growing up, he had a rather well off life, if slightly more strict than some others. He was born into a dancing family on Chandrilla. His father was a world renown dancer in the planets leading opera, and his mother owned and taught at the most prestigious dance academy on the planet. From the moment he could walk, he was being taught how to dance. The moment he could run, he was on stage, performing for his own family and friends. This was nothing strange, as all of Cyrus's older siblings had done much the same in their youth.
The first cracks in this perfect image began to appear shortly after Cyrus's tenth birthday. Teraah family was returning from an opera performance his father had put on, with everyone crammed into a single speeder car. During the flight back to the families villa, a drunk flier crashed into them. Both speeders plummeted to the ground, and while the other speeders occupants got out unscathed, Cyrus's mother was crippled, and would be unable to walk for the rest of her life. When the police finally arrived, rather than arresting the occupants of the other speeder, they issued warnings and threatened to arrest Cyrus's understandably angry father.
It turned out that the driver of the other speeder was a diplomats son from another world, and his father was on Chandrilla to work out a trade deal the world desperately needed at the time. Rather than risk the negotiations, it was decided that the Teraah family would be blamed. The next few years would be difficult for them, with Cyrus's father slowly falling into a drunken stupors, while his other siblings began to drift away from the families villa. Eventually, it would just be Cyrus and his parents left in the villa, slowly crumbling as it fell into neglect.
On eve of his eighteenth birthday, his siblings returned. On that night, for the first time in years, Cyrus's father was sober, and seemingly of clear thought. Cyrus found them all gathered around the families dining table, staring at a small object placed at its center. Each of them held a weapon in their hands, and their words were filled with a coldness Cyrus had never heard. When they spotted him, they told him the day had come for revenge to be taken. The diplomat and his son were leaving Chandrilla the next day, and now was their last chance to alter what had been done to their lives. They offered him a weapon, and guided him to look at the device on the table.
The next day, the diplomat and his son left Chandrilla, and the Teraah family villa was found in flames. The bodies of every member of the family were found, except for Cyrus's. He does not speak of what happened that night, but it served as the catalyst to finally set him off into the galaxy, and begin his descent towards the Dark Side.
Current Times: WIP
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