FELUCIAN BATTLEGROUND
Year 845 ABY
Ten years since the "New Age" began.
Felucia- the fungus-covered, inhospitable planet of dangerous history, and even more dangerous wild life. It is a place touched upon by the living force, connecting the planet as a whole, and corrupting its inhabitants with either the light or dark sides of the force. But despite its inability to be inhabited truly, a lone building atop the highest peak of a mountain, lay a hidden, single structure containing archaic technology infused with the techniques of the force itself by its Master, for the key to a primitive form of Immortality. Within this strange facility so far from the home of its making, and the home of the "single" occupant inside it, was indeed many, many "occupants". But these were all of the same face, the same blood, organs, muscles, tissues, down to the last bit of code within the genetic composition of the great Kro Var Shaper, Grand Cabal Haru, Father of the High Chieftain, and unifier of the Kro Var tribes. Though in truth, the great Hero of the "Age of Progress" in Kro Var history has a deep, dark secret he has kept literally to his grave; which was in this case, today.
He had framed it all perfectly, as he knew that upon engaging in this ritual, the body would be resolved to ash, that his sacred house would be burned with him in it, during the young hours of morning, when it was expected he would be asleep, sick in his bed, and dying; though it was true that he was sick and dying painfully. But this day, he could no longer deal with the pain, the hardened stone of Haru's psyche had finally cracked in half, unable to bear with the reality of dying. He had in the past believed that his body could withstand anything, and emotionally death would be no barrier. But he had defeated himself years ago however, condemning to his past decision of 70 years past.
Long ago, at a time not known to history, or to most who were alive today, Haru had been trained by a Master of the Dark arts, teaching the exiled Shaper of Kro Var of another Order, and Order more powerful and strong than his own limited views of the Force. He began to trust the force as it really was, no longer relying on the simple manipulation of the elements, but expanded his knowledge to many dark arts forbidden to the Kro Var. Though, it was eventual that he had been betrayed by the Dark Side, and it forced his hand to abandon it, just recently after his construction of this secluded and secret facility. He decided to leave it behind to live the life of a Kro Var, a simple existence were nothing could betray him. But upon his arrival he knew it was not to be, not because the tribe recognized him and thus instantly hated him, but because his entire tribe had been wiped out.
From whatever war that had wreaked the world from his absence and the arrival of the new Galaxy; his people began to enact a genocidal societal suicide. It became his duty to stop it, and form the New Kro Var Empire, where all participants of the War were conquered into the formally High Chieftain’s vast and powerful Empire, of Shaman's, and soldiers. It caused him for all these years, to forget his exile, to forget his fall. Thus, the untouched facility had been sitting upon this place for more than half a century. But today, the facility stirs again, with the Ritual of Essence Transference. Meditating, the Master of the Force attempted to send a pray to whomever could listen, and here his plea of forgiveness, as he decided he would leave this world in the wake of his inner darkness, through the destruction of his body.
He left the stationary meditation and prayer, and stood to perform a moving meditation of shadow box, spouting flame from his hands, feet, and even his mouth. Sending signals of unrelenting pain all throughout the body, as the Cabal began to darkest ritual known to Sith. He felt a burning sensation from within him, that came not from the inferno that no filled his home, turning it all to ash, and he felt as each organ began to fail, until all at once, all of them did. With a horrifying scream and flash of fiery light the old man's body had been incinerated.
After that, he woke with a throbbing headache, and not the slightest clue as to where he was. He tried to breathe and a sickly gel seeped into his lungs. I caused him to gag unpleasantly even as he discovered he could still breathe normally. Slowly the revolting liquid escaped to a place unknown, and his beaten and broken... body? He could have sworn that he...? But how? He peered upon his white and vibrant flesh, bulging in a hulk of muscled bumps across his entire body. He looked upon his flawless hands, and his perfect skin complexion. He looked up to see his bare face within the reflection of the glace. His trembling hand slowly reached out to this strangers face, moments before in front of him the glass disappeared, and revealing him to the cold, humid air.
Not used to his own muscles he climbed out crawling, oblivious to the world around him, seeing nothing but what was within a foot of his eyes. He tried to stand, but required a placed hand upon a nearby wall. Why couldn't he remember anything? It seemed as if though his memory was... fragmented, for a lack of a better word to describe what was within the head of a strangely young Haru. Though he had no idea why this was so strange, and helped to generate the very clear feeling of unease. He held a wet hand to his head in pain, trying desperately to remember, but was suddenly startled as a pillar of stone punctured through the metal floor beside. He quickly looked beyond his hand to see it, without moving his limb. Something lit up inside, though it was muggy and unclear as to what it really meant, but he had the distinct feeling to moving his hand again. Thus he did so with a chicken wrist to the right, and the pillar split and sent piece of a bolder flying to hit the floor several meters away.
A stern face developed upon the amnesia sickened "immortal", as he began to remember that he was Shaper of Kro Var, and a powerful one at that. A humorless smile, as conflicting memories began to mix and mingle, as he had also remember the darkness of his youth, and he felt empowered by it, and empowered by the planet's dark energies itself. Though it was slow going, eventually the weakened man regaining strength peered for "the first time" at the light of day, crawling out into the summer like, hot humidness of the fungi-jungle, not expecting confrontation. To be honest, he did not know at all what to expect, and what he could handle with merely sole control over the earth, and nothing else he seemed to have locked within his fragmented memory.
(OOC: I apologize for the excessively long post, but I got really into the back story of why the hell he's a clone of Felucia. I hope you enjoyed reading it
You most certainly DO NOT, need to post this big, or this Duel would get boring REAL fast. So yeah, post as big as you like, explain as much or as little as you like and just have fun obviously. Though he is only a clone, and that is merely a hideout of immortality, I'd prefer it if you would not kill this character's clone(s) simply because I could use it again sometime. PM a warning though if you plot to and we'll figure out a compromise.)
