Faction Story - Amun-Sin, Rise of the Sith

[Ignatius]

So here is a list of what will happen in the story.

Amun-Sin wakes up in the temple of Tr'Mara by one of the Marese who was looting/Scavenging/Discovering the temple. They wake him from an Oubulette. Amun-Sin learns of the current Sith Empire and discovers that he doesn't like their interpretation of it. So he is attempting to take out the Je'daii, use their resources to create his own Empire.

We, as Je'daii need to prevent this because they are being attacked by this Sith on their newly claimed homeworld. He is also using the force to create unnatural slaves and servants to join his army. We need to prevent him from leaving the planet, and creating an empire.

Amun-Sin NPC character sheet

Spoiler

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: To create a form of opposition for the Je'daii upon their growing home world.
• ​Image Credit: Here
• Role: Sith Lord wanting to Claim the planet of Aurum as his domain. Fighting against the Je'daii.
• Links: N/A

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

• Age: Rumored Eons old
• Force Sensitivity: Master
• Species: Human/Sith
• Appearance: Standing well over 2.6 meters tall. The man is at an impressive size. Body built and bred for war. A muscular frame that would put him in just about any girls dream. However, good looks stop there. Amun-Sin's face has been badly disfigured. Being first struck by force Lighting, with his helmet at the time bursting into flames, his face is not the best looking. The bone structure of his face was damaged so much that you can hardly tell he is a Sith if not for his smaller sized head. However, he covers his face with a helmet and various head dresses. making him look daunting in the face of many. He also dons armor that would be considered eons old. Even by the standards of the his own time.

SOCIAL INFORMATION

• Name: Amun-Sin
• Loyalties: None
• Wealth: N/A
• Notable Possessions: Sith Sword, Sith Sword, Armor,
• Skills:
  ​Various Sith Magics
• Various Mental Manipulation Abilites

[*]Personality: [Please describe the NPC with at least one paragraph. Acerbic? Friendly? Ditzy? Annoyingly calm and superior? What about mannerisms?]
COMBAT INFORMATION

• Weapon of Choice: The Force, Two Swords, Army of "His creation"
• Combat Function:
  ​Very powerful with Dark Magics
• Very powerful with Mental manipulation
• Conniving
• Master Swordsman
• Perfectionist
• Age
• Deteriorating body
• Not good with Hand to hand fighting
• No other forms of the Force
• God-Complex
• Cleithrophobia - Fear of being trapped
• Claustrophobia - Fear of small spaces

HISTORICAL INFORMATION
A once Sith Lord with the Sith Order that arose, He fought alongside the greatest of Lords known. Living for thousands of years by devouring the souls of those around him. Giving him strength and the ability to surpass all others. However, it was when he got into a battle with a Jedi Master. This being Diana Saramen. The two fought for what seemed hours when a second Sith Lord came. Attacking Amun-Sin. Turning on him and aiding the Jedi. The two had made a prior agreement to take Amun-Sin and lock him away on a planet. Succumbing to his wounds, he was thought to have died, and to prevent his return, or for him to drain the force around him to come back to life, he was placed in an Oubliette. One created by the Sith Lord that betrayed him.

Since then, he has lain dormant for eons. Never waking, but always in a state of dreaming, and suspension. It is for some reason, that now he has been released, and from this, he will create his army, and create his own Sith Empire. One of his choosing.

I will be adding stuff on here later on for more information, and we can gather our thoughts here all in one place.

 

[Lothar Lundgren]

Is the plan to still put this into action after the new year?

[member="Ignis Imura"]

 

[Lief]

[member="Lothar Lundgren"]

Provided [member="Ignis Imura"] is still onboard for it. I plan on using the story arc as development for the species (the Marese) which we can submit afterwards, and following the initial arc we'll be bringing the Je'daii to Tython where the madness will resume.

 

[Ignatius]

[member="Lothar Lundgren"], [member="Asha Hex"], 10-4 rubber ducky.

 

[Ignatius]

[member="Asha Hex"], [member="Lothar Lundgren"], With my return, we will be doing this within the next few weeks. It will just depend on when I feel better to be able to NPC the character for this, and with everything else that is being thrown my way.

 

[Ignatius]

Alwun moved about the pyramid. It was once a place of sacred burials from long ago. While many of the tombs had been emptied by those who sought to make museums of the past, or otherwise take the older relics and sell them to those who fell for the stories of such beings. Alwun never really believe in such tales. Stories of these once leaders and demi-gods. If they were of such divine power, then they would still be alive right?

Taking a pair of goggles off of his feathered face, he took his taloned hand and wiped the dust and soot from his thinly fur and feathered covered face. Despite the lack of natural light, the tomb was quite humid and hot. Likely with the lack of any air circulation through the maze like halls. Taking a short break from trying to tinker with a door that was before him. The door was thick. So thick if one knocked, it seemed to be solid rock through and through.

The quickest way was to either blow the place up, or to just open the door. However, blowing the door up could ruin the infrastructure and take the entire place down. Taking a hold of the various turn dials, they had symbols on them that he had never seen before. Alwun had seen the much older version of their own language, and could roughly make out what it was. This however, was much different. Either older than the two languages he knew, or something completely different.

Alwun had been shifting through these locks for about a week now. Every moment that it was taking him to do this made him more frustrated. Many people have tried to open this door before, but no one got close to cracking it. Pounding on the dials. His hands shook with a fury of not getting it. Randomly spinning through them. He then stopped and looked around. Trying to calm himself when he heard a very soft click. Head turning slightly over his shoulder to see that the dials were lighting up a bright red. Turning to face them, he gathered up a kopesh he had gotten as a gift long ago.

The door opened up with loud change and gears moving. It seemed to echo throughout the halls as he moved forward and slid through the opening. Seeing inside various artifacts from a time long ago. Skeletal frames of some canine creature at attention were now statues guarding some dead guy into the afterlife. However, they looked much different from any other species he had seen. Considering he never left his home planet, it could be anything.

Walking over to the tomb, he sat down his sword. The tip slightly digging into the earth as he pushed open the tomb. Revealing something he wish he never opened.

A breathing being.