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Darth Soma
"And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations."
-- Revelation 13:7
Name: Darth SomaSpecies: Diathim
Force Sensitive: Yes
Force Level: Master
Force Alignment: Dark
Allegiance: The Jen'Ari Empire
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Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 230 lbs.
Sex: Nonbinary (They/Them)
Sexual Orientation: Indifferent to the empty and deceptive pleasures of the flesh.
It is said that of all the creatures of the Galaxy, none are more beautiful than the angels of Iego, none more gentle or pure. Perhaps this is why, when first caught sight of by a subordinate or victim (the two categories most useful to Soma for demarking the individuals they encounter), they are recognized only scarcely as something even resembling a perverse mockery of such a creature. Perhaps only a being of Iego, or one truly wise in the ways of the Galaxy, could truly comprehend on sight the profound horror of what stands before them - a fallen angel. In a galaxy torn by war, even heaven is not spared.
Darth Soma has a somewhat decayed quality - if not physical, than spiritual. Limned in uncanny shadow and often attended to by buzzing, parasitic insects, Soma can be immediately perceived to be missing something essential to their being. A certain light is simply gone forever.
Soma no longer remembers the name they once carried as a being of light and joy, that has been stripped from them. When once a disciple of an esoteric Iego sect of the Force, a time lost to their memory they were dragged away - by force, or perhaps by deceit. They one by one sent their old trappings to the fire, recognizing that only in loss is their power. Over the broken corpse of their master, they gave up the most precious unit of being they had left, their soul and sanity and morals already forsaken: their name. Assuming the title Soma, this Sith stands in service to the faction that lead him astray, whiling hours and days away in the towers of the sorcerers of Jen'Ates and other recesses yet darker as they seeks the sublime essence of darkness.
One only knows what they desire, but some have sneaking suspicions. After such depravity intertwined itself with their being, they theorize that Soma seeks the ultimate power of the Force, the transgression of time itself. In doing so, they will come upon their mother and destroy himself before their birth, sparing himself the life of a monster.
They theorize, for Soma certainly will not tell. The screams of those bold enough to ask echo still in lightless cells.
Cthonic Force Tenebration: Soma has tapped the primordial aspect of the Dark Side, drawing on an unrefined and potent form of sorcery. Eschewing elegant apparati and stately tomes, they have found facility in decayed scrolls and auguries of the flesh. Not necessarily imprecise, they have immense, malevolent will and sculpts incredible horror.
Master-and-Slave Praxis: Having realized certain moral truths comprehensible only to the truly mad, Soma is free from the trappings of the slave. As such, their mind requires monumental effort to deceive, and their ability to self-direct their thoughts has made them a very apt and perceptive tactician.
Mien of the Unconquerable God: Soma dismisses all those unable to feel the Force, anyone who owns less than one planet, and the general concept of technology more advanced than swords and poultices as distracting arrogance. Likewise, they are extremely susceptible to flattery, as well as being vulnerable to surprise after surprise as the disproofs of their attitude rebound off their durasteel intensity of purpose.
I Have Surpassed Corporeal Strength: They are physically weak and barely know how to swing a sword. This is offset by their Force proficiency, but their decaying body ill channels its enhancement procedures. As such, when someone closes to striking distance and attacks with sufficient force, they're almost sure to take a severe blow.
