Jairus Starvald
Eidoloclast
NAME: Darth Carach (pronounced: Saw-rakh')
SPECIES: Epicanthix/Kiffar Hybrid
AGE: Old
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6’9
WEIGHT: 256 lbs
EYES: Blue [ Original ]
SKIN: Caucasion
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
FACTION: One Sith
RANK: Voice of the Dark Lord
STRENGTHS:
[ STRONG ] - [ Carach’s muscles have been enhanced with experimental Rybcoarse, giving him a theoretical boost in strength.
[ HYBRID ] - [ Created in a lab, Carach retains full mental immunity of an Epicanthix and the Psychometry of the Kiffar. ]
[ WOMEN ] - [ They are his blind spot, at least if you ain’t a total schutta. ]
[ SPICE ] - [ Even after all these years, Carach still has an inherent weakness against Spice. Rebound is always close. ]
Once there was a little boy, living on an unremarkable planet in an unremarkable village. The boy was nothing special, he wasn’t the strongest of the village, neither the smartest nor was he the most beautiful one around town. Average in every way, as you might be expecting already this all changed when his village was attacked. Nobody really knows who pillaged the encampment, but we know one thing for certain: these events changed the boy’s world forever.
For four days and four nights he survived under the rubble of his ancestral home , four days without food or water or any other substance. His skin charred by the burned lumber resting on top of his fragile body and yet… he survived, some children would be broken in mind and spirit after such events. They would be reduced to simpletons or worse, yet when nomads came to search for survivors and scavenge the place the boy managed to call out to him in pain, grief and agony. But called out he did with iron in his voice and steel in his mind.
The boy survived in the following days, survived and grew out to be a man..
But even as a man dreams haunted him, sent to him from behind the veil of the night. Tormenting him with visions of his brethren herded like sheep, his parents living in slavery and other unimaginable things, these visions prompted him to do something, anything. Anything to stop the visions and the message they were trying to deliver him.
Outside his waking dream the man grew up to be an imposing sight, standing almost seven feet tall and possessing the strength of many men he was a stark contrast to the little boy of no esteem. It were the dreams that prompted him to force himself to be better, to outgrow his average legacy and make a name out of himself.
Soon the end to these means were revealed, on his twenty-fourth name day the man proclaimed a Hunt. A hunt for the slavers and scum that had burned out his village and left him for death. Had it been anyone else, men would laugh in their fist and women would slap him across the head, but not him. Young warriors of the surrounding tribes and other villages came to heed his call and together they set out.
Many months passed, months where events unfolded of which we shall not speak. But as you might already imagine, the man accomplished the impossible. With the Power that seemed to stem from the Gods themselves, he found his long, lost brethren and family. Alas it was not a happy reunion, that day the sky turned black from the scorching smoke and screams filled the valley.
On that day the man changed. He commanded his band to return home and left the camp that very night, in search for… something.
Many years later the man resurfaced on a different world, he had come to call himself Darth Carach. Unrestrained in his Passion and Free in ways his Family had never been.
