Krayn
The Messenger
D’E T R
T H E A V A T A R O F A N G E R
“When the darkness finds me, I will let it embrace me.”
T H E A V A T A R
Name: D’etr
Species: Zabrak
Age: Unknown
Height: 6’
Build: Athletic
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Colour: N/A
Affiliates
None
Kin
None
S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E S
[+] Warmachine
D’etr is a juggernaught of war. From an early age he has received training in the arts of weaponry and tactical ability. He is as ferocious as he is savage with a strong ability in Lightsaber combat in particular.
[+]Learned
While coming across as no more then a simple brute D’etr is extremely well educated in the ways of the galaxy and the wisdom of the darkside. He is always searching and seeking to increase his knowledge and improve and what he already knows.
[-]Rage
While the Darkside embodies those who embrace their anger and rage it can be a curse for those who truly accept it. When D’etr fully allows the the Force in he can become moody and impulsive to a point of absolute erratic, creating a blind rage in the long-term schemer.
[-]Empathy
A trait of lesser Sith and Lords. D’etr has the most unwanted trait of almost caring for those who serve under him. This has caused him to create a small following of supporters that he would, much to his own displeasure go out of his way to defend even if it destroys his present goal.
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P R O L O G U E
D’etr completed his mediation and opened his eyes. His red and black face staring back at him from the reflective high gloss finish of the black transpisteel chamber that he had entered several hours prior.
The things he had seen while embracing the dark side had given him pause to think, a great light that had spread from the rim ward worlds and engulfed everything within the galaxy before being snuffed out by a rolling darkness. Within that darkness D’etr found no comfort, no solitude or answers to what he truly sought. It created only questions.
“What did you see?” A dark voice came from the edge of the room, the voice of his master enquired towards the recently awakened Zabrak. “Tell me your visions, my apprentice.” The Ithorian’s eyes twisted with a convoluted want, for it was no secret that while he was the master, the ability of visions was beyond him and the use of his apprentice had become an addictive method to see what he wanted.
“The galaxy. Twisted by war.” His words were a whisper. “Ripe for the taking.”
“Yes, just I have foreseen.”
“The light will rise, then fall before all will be extinguished.” A small sneer crossed his mouth. His master was blind to what he had seen, allowed only what D’etr would allow him to see and that would only be what was best for D’etr’s own advancement.
In the distance an alarm began to ring.
“My Lord.” A One Sith guard entered the room, a worried expression. “There has been an incident in the city…” They both looked at the speaker. “…The Alliance, they have taken Coruscant.”
It was the beginning of the end…
Kills
None
Bounties Collected
T H E A V A T A R O F A N G E R
“When the darkness finds me, I will let it embrace me.”
T H E A V A T A R
Name: D’etr
Species: Zabrak
Age: Unknown
Height: 6’
Build: Athletic
Eye Colour: Red
Hair Colour: N/A
Affiliates
None
Kin
None
S T R E N G T H S & W E A K N E S S E S
[+] Warmachine
D’etr is a juggernaught of war. From an early age he has received training in the arts of weaponry and tactical ability. He is as ferocious as he is savage with a strong ability in Lightsaber combat in particular.
[+]Learned
While coming across as no more then a simple brute D’etr is extremely well educated in the ways of the galaxy and the wisdom of the darkside. He is always searching and seeking to increase his knowledge and improve and what he already knows.
[-]Rage
While the Darkside embodies those who embrace their anger and rage it can be a curse for those who truly accept it. When D’etr fully allows the the Force in he can become moody and impulsive to a point of absolute erratic, creating a blind rage in the long-term schemer.
[-]Empathy
A trait of lesser Sith and Lords. D’etr has the most unwanted trait of almost caring for those who serve under him. This has caused him to create a small following of supporters that he would, much to his own displeasure go out of his way to defend even if it destroys his present goal.
N O T A B L E P O S S E S S I O N S
Armour:
Weaponry:
Transport:
Property:
Miscellaneous:
P R O L O G U E
D’etr completed his mediation and opened his eyes. His red and black face staring back at him from the reflective high gloss finish of the black transpisteel chamber that he had entered several hours prior.
The things he had seen while embracing the dark side had given him pause to think, a great light that had spread from the rim ward worlds and engulfed everything within the galaxy before being snuffed out by a rolling darkness. Within that darkness D’etr found no comfort, no solitude or answers to what he truly sought. It created only questions.
“What did you see?” A dark voice came from the edge of the room, the voice of his master enquired towards the recently awakened Zabrak. “Tell me your visions, my apprentice.” The Ithorian’s eyes twisted with a convoluted want, for it was no secret that while he was the master, the ability of visions was beyond him and the use of his apprentice had become an addictive method to see what he wanted.
“The galaxy. Twisted by war.” His words were a whisper. “Ripe for the taking.”
“Yes, just I have foreseen.”
“The light will rise, then fall before all will be extinguished.” A small sneer crossed his mouth. His master was blind to what he had seen, allowed only what D’etr would allow him to see and that would only be what was best for D’etr’s own advancement.
In the distance an alarm began to ring.
“My Lord.” A One Sith guard entered the room, a worried expression. “There has been an incident in the city…” They both looked at the speaker. “…The Alliance, they have taken Coruscant.”
It was the beginning of the end…
Kills
None
Bounties Collected
None