Desolis Kharr
"The Personification of Despair"
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.:VOICE SAMPLES:.
Sample 1 | Sample 2 | Sample 3
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.:GENERAL INFO:.
NAME: Desolis Kharr
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20 (Appears to be much older due to injuries)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 198.15 cm
WEIGHT: 113.40 kg (22.68 kg worth of armor)
EYES: Amber Iris speckled with shards of crimson. Bloodshot sclera caused by heavy volcanic ash exposure.
HAIR: Non-applicable
SKIN: Pale scar tissue, appearance of decay. High degree of burns.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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.:STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:.
[+] Inhuman strength.
[+] High heat resistance (Due to planet of origin)
[+] Extreme pain tolerance (Due to past experiences and nerve damage)
[+] Very high stamina (Due to intense years of labor)
[+/-] Naturally Aggressive Individual
[-] Short Temper
[-] PTSD (Vivid and violent flashbacks cause Insomnia)
[-] Strength, armor, and size hinder mobility
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.:EQUIPMENT:.
[*] (x1) Curved Lightsaber hilt (Crystal Color: Red) [MODIFICATIONS: Phirk alloy casing.]
[*] (x1) Red Mask [MODIFICATIONS: Built in respirator (Class III), Phirk alloy casing.]
[*] (x1) Phirk Alloy chest peice. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis outer sheeting.]
[*] (x1) Armorweave suit (Worn under armor and robes) [MODIFICATIONS: None.]
[*] (x2) Phirk Alloy shin guards. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis outer sheeting.]
[*] (x2) Armorweave gloves. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis plates covering knuckles, and back of hand. Wrist mounted retractable spike (Durasteel)]
[*] (x1) Mutlipurpose communication vambrace (Left arm) [MODIFICATIONS: Two-way Hologram projector, Built in translator module]
[*] (x1) Durasteel utility belt. [MODIFICATIONS: Personal Ray-shield emitter belt buckle]
[*] (x1) Grappling spike launcher. (Attached to belt) [MODIFICATIONS: Ion Pulse emitter, Bronzium cord (Highly conductable)]
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ERSONALITY / APPEARANCE:.
Desolis is a very morbid being, full of hatred for all existing things even himself. Due to his horrible experiences in his early childhood, Desolis suffers from a form of psychosis that he yet has to understand himself. This psychosis induces radical and violent behavior in response to even the most ordinary situations. His deep self hatred and disgust with life along with his strong connection to the dark side of the force allows for him to give a certain aura. This bogan aura said to be so strong that small living organisms such as plant life and insects grow cold and fade from life in his presence. It is said that his anger and desire to end all life is so strong that you can see red wisps of pure hatred rising from the cracks of his decayed and scared skin. He is not a pleasant experience.
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.:BIOGRAPHY:.
[815 ABY] - ["The beginning of Solitude"]
On the volcanic planet of Mustafar, in a small medical facility located within a harvesting plant, cries could be heard penetrating the walls. In a quarantined room, a male boy was introduced into the galaxy. Child of slave parents whom were infected by the deadly gulag virus, the boy was taken by the cold, hard ,unloving hands of a medical droid. Carried from his mother in order to evade infection, the boy screamed as he was hoisted from the only family he would ever have. Being given a vaccine as a precaution, the young child was placed into a device meant to substitute the motherly love. As his mother slowly decayed, and begun to inhale her final breathes, she spoke one single word. "Desolis.." she whispered, her eye lids growing heavier by the moment and her skin paler. Again she fought to look at the medical droid and said in a weak dying voice, "Des..olis" Her final breathe had been exhaled as the life slipped away from the mother, the child's cries slipped away as well, growing silent once she had died. It was almost as if it knew, as if it... felt. No one would have ever imagined of what was to come, this was only the beginning. The beginning of an eternal solitude.
[825 - 830 ABY] - ["No more"]
Desolis grew distant from the other slaves, he never had a family, never had a friend, never had anyone to care for him or show him love. He was constantly teased by the others, and his master would punish him for amusement and command him as if he were a pet. Desolis was less than volcanic ash, he was worthless. Feeling weaker than the others due to the way they treated him, Desolis sought to be able to show them how they made him feel first hand. From this very feeling birth was given to the thirst, the thirst for strength and power. Desolis began to work harder, longer, and better than all the other slaves in the plant. He would lift heavier canisters, shovel larger piles of volcanic ash, and operate machinery almost twice his size. Thanks to this Desolis grew physically superior quickly, easily outworking adults whom had spent years doing this manual labor. He smiled to himself as he saw the physical changes in his body, he was finally getting stronger. One day while shoveling volcanic ash, Desolis was confronted by a group of slaves, boys around his age. They began to tease him and push him in size, despite Desolis at this point being physically superior. Calling him names like "Freak" and "Orphan scum". They paraded around him, laughing knowing that he would take the pain and not react. Why would he? In all these years he has never lashed out in defiance, or so they thought. This time it was different, as if something had changed in Desolis, as if a mental barrier concealing all his rage had... shattered. Engulfed by pure rage and hatred, Desolis took the shovel and attacked one of the boys, hitting his head and delivering a grievous and fatal wound. As the boy landed in a pile of ash, covering it red with his blood, Desolis smiled. He watched the others run, and the sinister silence cover the room as he began to think. "No more..." No longer would he be pushed around, no longer would he be treated like scum. "No more."
[834 - 835 ABY] - ["The Accident"]
Time went by and Desolis grew stronger and larger as his age increased. The other slaves didn't dare approach him for fear that he may lash out in anger, he was only spoken of in whispers. What Desolis hoped would have ended his pain and abuse only increased the pain and solitude he was victim to. One day while shoveling Volcanic once more, Desolis felt a sudden shake in the facility. This was strange, as a seismic phenomenon was occurring. Looking around, he felt an even large shake followed by an audible "BOOM!". Looking out after regaining his footing, Desolis observed as the gravity supports for the sector of the facility he was in crumbled. Hit by a volcanic eruption, someone had disabled the ray shielding on it allowing for the destruction of the support. Suddenly hearing the door to the corridor leading to the main area of the facility seal, Desolis frowned and realized that he was the only one trapped within this area of the building. Rushing to the door as the shaking and explosions continued, he attempted to pry the door open with the shovel he had in hand. Using his immense strength from years of working and assistance from his force connection, Desolis managed to overpower the hydraulic compressors that kept the seal air tight. Managing to open the door slowly, almost making an opening for him to escape but it was too late. The sector tilted violently, the support falling into the molten rock as Desolis lost grip of the shovel. Falling with canisters and crates of ash towards the windows which now served as the floor. Breaking through it along with the equipment, Desolis' body caught flames almost immediately, the intense heat ate away at his flesh, destroying every bit of his identity in the process. In complete agony as his body was turning into ash slowly, Desolis only remembers being caught by some sort of platform. Carried away from what would have been a fatal fall, Desolis lost consciousness and entered a coma ensued by the intense trauma he had experienced. All other memory was lost. Awakening In a medical facility, Injected with IVs flowing kolto through his veins. "Master..." Desolis spoke, looking up to a hooded figure as it spoke back. "My new apprentice, as I promised you have recovered your strength. Now let us go." The face of Darth Praelior appearing from under the hood. Desolis nodded, getting up and removing the cords from his decayed body.
[Present] - ["The Personification of Despair"]
Gripping onto his lightsaber, gripping it tight in his gauntlet. Looking into the mirror, into his eyes and observing his scarred face. Desolis grips onto a red mask, placing it over his face and closing his eyes. Pointing his head upwards, opening his eyes to lay his gaze upon his face once more. "It begins..."
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.:SHIP:.
Z-95 Headhunter
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.:KILLS:.
.:BOUNTIES COLLECTED:.
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.:ROLE-PLAYS:.
.:GENERAL:.
Whispers on the wind - Complete
.OMINION:.
To Tantorus We Go - In Progress
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.:VOICE SAMPLES:.
Sample 1 | Sample 2 | Sample 3
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.:GENERAL INFO:.
NAME: Desolis Kharr
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 20 (Appears to be much older due to injuries)
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 198.15 cm
WEIGHT: 113.40 kg (22.68 kg worth of armor)
EYES: Amber Iris speckled with shards of crimson. Bloodshot sclera caused by heavy volcanic ash exposure.
HAIR: Non-applicable
SKIN: Pale scar tissue, appearance of decay. High degree of burns.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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.:STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:.
[+] Inhuman strength.
[+] High heat resistance (Due to planet of origin)
[+] Extreme pain tolerance (Due to past experiences and nerve damage)
[+] Very high stamina (Due to intense years of labor)
[+/-] Naturally Aggressive Individual
[-] Short Temper
[-] PTSD (Vivid and violent flashbacks cause Insomnia)
[-] Strength, armor, and size hinder mobility
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.:EQUIPMENT:.
[*] (x1) Curved Lightsaber hilt (Crystal Color: Red) [MODIFICATIONS: Phirk alloy casing.]
[*] (x1) Red Mask [MODIFICATIONS: Built in respirator (Class III), Phirk alloy casing.]
[*] (x1) Phirk Alloy chest peice. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis outer sheeting.]
[*] (x1) Armorweave suit (Worn under armor and robes) [MODIFICATIONS: None.]
[*] (x2) Phirk Alloy shin guards. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis outer sheeting.]
[*] (x2) Armorweave gloves. [MODIFICATIONS: Cortosis plates covering knuckles, and back of hand. Wrist mounted retractable spike (Durasteel)]
[*] (x1) Mutlipurpose communication vambrace (Left arm) [MODIFICATIONS: Two-way Hologram projector, Built in translator module]
[*] (x1) Durasteel utility belt. [MODIFICATIONS: Personal Ray-shield emitter belt buckle]
[*] (x1) Grappling spike launcher. (Attached to belt) [MODIFICATIONS: Ion Pulse emitter, Bronzium cord (Highly conductable)]
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ERSONALITY / APPEARANCE:.Desolis is a very morbid being, full of hatred for all existing things even himself. Due to his horrible experiences in his early childhood, Desolis suffers from a form of psychosis that he yet has to understand himself. This psychosis induces radical and violent behavior in response to even the most ordinary situations. His deep self hatred and disgust with life along with his strong connection to the dark side of the force allows for him to give a certain aura. This bogan aura said to be so strong that small living organisms such as plant life and insects grow cold and fade from life in his presence. It is said that his anger and desire to end all life is so strong that you can see red wisps of pure hatred rising from the cracks of his decayed and scared skin. He is not a pleasant experience.
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.:BIOGRAPHY:.
[815 ABY] - ["The beginning of Solitude"]
On the volcanic planet of Mustafar, in a small medical facility located within a harvesting plant, cries could be heard penetrating the walls. In a quarantined room, a male boy was introduced into the galaxy. Child of slave parents whom were infected by the deadly gulag virus, the boy was taken by the cold, hard ,unloving hands of a medical droid. Carried from his mother in order to evade infection, the boy screamed as he was hoisted from the only family he would ever have. Being given a vaccine as a precaution, the young child was placed into a device meant to substitute the motherly love. As his mother slowly decayed, and begun to inhale her final breathes, she spoke one single word. "Desolis.." she whispered, her eye lids growing heavier by the moment and her skin paler. Again she fought to look at the medical droid and said in a weak dying voice, "Des..olis" Her final breathe had been exhaled as the life slipped away from the mother, the child's cries slipped away as well, growing silent once she had died. It was almost as if it knew, as if it... felt. No one would have ever imagined of what was to come, this was only the beginning. The beginning of an eternal solitude.
[825 - 830 ABY] - ["No more"]
Desolis grew distant from the other slaves, he never had a family, never had a friend, never had anyone to care for him or show him love. He was constantly teased by the others, and his master would punish him for amusement and command him as if he were a pet. Desolis was less than volcanic ash, he was worthless. Feeling weaker than the others due to the way they treated him, Desolis sought to be able to show them how they made him feel first hand. From this very feeling birth was given to the thirst, the thirst for strength and power. Desolis began to work harder, longer, and better than all the other slaves in the plant. He would lift heavier canisters, shovel larger piles of volcanic ash, and operate machinery almost twice his size. Thanks to this Desolis grew physically superior quickly, easily outworking adults whom had spent years doing this manual labor. He smiled to himself as he saw the physical changes in his body, he was finally getting stronger. One day while shoveling volcanic ash, Desolis was confronted by a group of slaves, boys around his age. They began to tease him and push him in size, despite Desolis at this point being physically superior. Calling him names like "Freak" and "Orphan scum". They paraded around him, laughing knowing that he would take the pain and not react. Why would he? In all these years he has never lashed out in defiance, or so they thought. This time it was different, as if something had changed in Desolis, as if a mental barrier concealing all his rage had... shattered. Engulfed by pure rage and hatred, Desolis took the shovel and attacked one of the boys, hitting his head and delivering a grievous and fatal wound. As the boy landed in a pile of ash, covering it red with his blood, Desolis smiled. He watched the others run, and the sinister silence cover the room as he began to think. "No more..." No longer would he be pushed around, no longer would he be treated like scum. "No more."
[834 - 835 ABY] - ["The Accident"]
Time went by and Desolis grew stronger and larger as his age increased. The other slaves didn't dare approach him for fear that he may lash out in anger, he was only spoken of in whispers. What Desolis hoped would have ended his pain and abuse only increased the pain and solitude he was victim to. One day while shoveling Volcanic once more, Desolis felt a sudden shake in the facility. This was strange, as a seismic phenomenon was occurring. Looking around, he felt an even large shake followed by an audible "BOOM!". Looking out after regaining his footing, Desolis observed as the gravity supports for the sector of the facility he was in crumbled. Hit by a volcanic eruption, someone had disabled the ray shielding on it allowing for the destruction of the support. Suddenly hearing the door to the corridor leading to the main area of the facility seal, Desolis frowned and realized that he was the only one trapped within this area of the building. Rushing to the door as the shaking and explosions continued, he attempted to pry the door open with the shovel he had in hand. Using his immense strength from years of working and assistance from his force connection, Desolis managed to overpower the hydraulic compressors that kept the seal air tight. Managing to open the door slowly, almost making an opening for him to escape but it was too late. The sector tilted violently, the support falling into the molten rock as Desolis lost grip of the shovel. Falling with canisters and crates of ash towards the windows which now served as the floor. Breaking through it along with the equipment, Desolis' body caught flames almost immediately, the intense heat ate away at his flesh, destroying every bit of his identity in the process. In complete agony as his body was turning into ash slowly, Desolis only remembers being caught by some sort of platform. Carried away from what would have been a fatal fall, Desolis lost consciousness and entered a coma ensued by the intense trauma he had experienced. All other memory was lost. Awakening In a medical facility, Injected with IVs flowing kolto through his veins. "Master..." Desolis spoke, looking up to a hooded figure as it spoke back. "My new apprentice, as I promised you have recovered your strength. Now let us go." The face of Darth Praelior appearing from under the hood. Desolis nodded, getting up and removing the cords from his decayed body.
[Present] - ["The Personification of Despair"]
Gripping onto his lightsaber, gripping it tight in his gauntlet. Looking into the mirror, into his eyes and observing his scarred face. Desolis grips onto a red mask, placing it over his face and closing his eyes. Pointing his head upwards, opening his eyes to lay his gaze upon his face once more. "It begins..."
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.:SHIP:.
Z-95 Headhunter
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.:KILLS:.
.:BOUNTIES COLLECTED:.
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.:ROLE-PLAYS:.
.:GENERAL:.
Whispers on the wind - Complete
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OMINION:.To Tantorus We Go - In Progress
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