Pravus Zambrano
The Festering Wound
"Life is quite beautiful, don't you think? It comes in so many shades of red...one just as vibrant and unique as the next!"
NAME: Pravus Zambrano. Born originally as Sebastian, changed later in life to meet his more ecclectic tastes.
FACTION: Sith, nondenomination
RANK: Witch Spellweaver
SPECIES: Vahla and Epicanthix Hybrid
AGE: 35
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 7 feet, 2.133 meters
WEIGHT: 250 lbs, 113 kg
EYES: Black to dark blue, depending on lighting
HAIR: Black, greasy appearing and often disheveled
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Self trained force sensitive
APPEARANCE:
Pravus is an imposing figure only in stature and gait. At 7 feet, he often hunches as he moves slowly around. Despite being part Vahla and capable, as a species, of great feats of acrobatics and flexibility, Pravus shows none of this in his movement or tendencies. Weighing in at 250 lbs, he often wares baggy or billowy forms of gypsy sorcerer garb, favoring the more vibrant colors of purples and reds. Eyes blue, hair black and skin pale, Pravus has a face that even his mother couldn't love. The doctors suspected some genetic anomaly, others thought it deserved. Pravus cared little for either opinion.
Along his arms, which are far too long for his torso, Pravus exhibits self carved Sith Runes along his biceps, forearms and hands. These are to assist with his so far failed attempts at alchemy rituals. They supposedly act as visual representations of the verbal pacts he makes with the Vahl, particularly during sacrifices or ritualistic maiming.
ATTRIBUTES (strengths and weaknesses):
Pravus's most glaring weakness is the disparity between his physical presence and his physical capabilities. Despite being quite large and intimidating in appearance, he has all the strength required for combat without any of the necessary training or desire. His interests lie entirely in the realm of the force, largely dependent upon ritual, alchemy, illusion, and the manipulation of others. His powers will invariably trend towards simple protection of himself, those he might care about, and the utter mental annihilation of those that stand in his way. His intelligence is perhaps his strongest quality and only matched by his obsessive desire to see such intellect expand.
Strengths:
[+] Naturally talented with force powers that linger in the abstract. His focus leads him towards the more macabre rituals that align with alchemy, fears, and illusions.
[+] Racial benefits of being Vahla and Epicanthix. Though in particular, the expression of resistance to mind tricks.
[+] Large and physically powerful
Weaknesses:
[-] Utterly lacking in desire for direct combat, his form of fighting has always polarized more towards subterfuge and manipulation. He is not one to take fights head on without proper preparation.
[-] Obsessive compulsive, to the point of derailing more important tasks for the menial. Has often caused issues in regards to his vagabond life, particularly when completing work.
[-] Easily disinterested, making training somewhat cumbersome and the reason for his lack of mastery at such a mature age.
PERSONALITY:
His mother always told him that he was far too focused. The truth of the matter is that it was simply ambition in its purest form, the constant pursuit of knowledge and what makes things tick. Pravus, while entirely capable of learning capacities for combat, never showed interest in the notions of fisticuffs. More focused on books and the secrets that hid deep within ancient texts, Pravus has spent many a twilight hour fixed upon the idea of not only understanding himself, but those around. Others called it fixation, he preferred passionate.
Thresholds have always been the constant pursuit of his life. Not thresholds in the common sense, but the line between polar opposites and what drives a man to cross between one and the other. The first was, of course, the world of fear. What drives a man to fear, what drives him to overcome it, and at what point does desperation trump. That fickle flick of the wrist between life and death, the threshold where the fragility of life turns to full view, that has been his most rewarding pursuit. It's for this reason that he cares very little for life itself, simple viewing it as a state of being and waiting place for the more important event; the cross over into death. So much of the universe, the motivations that drive the common to live, persist in avoidance of this moment. And he strives to understand why.
Pravus sees the universe as something beautiful. And ornate clock with cogs hidden from sight. He looks towards the living, and the coercion of their death, to understand the universe holistically. From this point of view, his attempts are entirely selfish. He believes this pursuit and the bloodshed and death, it's simply the cost of achieving godhood. It's for this reason that to him, nothing is sacred. And in fact, because life is often allowed to persist through depravity, Pravus sees his proclivities as a form of testament to the Vahl. In his own twisted way, each death is an offering to the Goddess in an effort to aggrandize what is already allowed. Children, Women, Men, none of that matters. All are worthy in the endeavors of Pravus attempting to reach for the Heavens.
BIOGRAPHY:
Pravus's story isn't a sad one. His parents weren't massacred by some tribe and he wasn't kidnapped at a young age, striving to survive through tragedy. His story is one of simplicity, an apple rotten to the core before ever falling from the tree. Born to a vagabond family, mother a retired Vahla bounty hunter and father an Epicanthix he never knew. Though his family was more well off than others, he showed certain tendencies from an early age despite more sophisticated tutelage and mentoring. Some would see this as the habits of a sociopath, the utter disregard for life and something obscene, but he has always viewed the universe as something beautiful and worth expressing. Blood the paint, his hands the brush, and the sentient condition the canvass.
By the age of six, most of his caravan knew that something was wrong with Pravus. Traveling with his family, his parents, equipped with a heavy dose of denial, took it as him just needing to be different. Skinning small animals and performing living autopsies, and even more gruesome accounts then that, he showed an affinity for the understanding of anatomy and it's tenuous attachment to the spirit. His imposing size required him to be separated from the other children from even the early stages of his life. But this was his preference, as the god complex that slowly festered through his personality urged him to consider others as lesser beings. They simply were incapable of understanding, cogs in the clock and nothing more.
By the age of 19, after a life filled with accidental deaths and nights spent reading about sacred rituals of the Vahl, Pravus was ostracized from his family. This family included those immediately related to him and those who might be considered a tribe. The elders of the group denounced him as a cursed progeny of the Vahla, rebuking any lineage he might have shared with them, and blamed the likes of his father for the whims of the bastard son. Which was fine, Gods have no need for siblings or peers. It was at this stage that his mother, after providing him a pair of blades for defense, informed Pravus of his fathers identity. So he took the name and his earthly possessions and spent his life traveling until the age of 24, going from different criminal rings to the next. During that time, he was used a cleaner of sorts, capable of removing targets and leaving no trace behind. Little did his employers know that the bodies were never put to earth, instead finding purpose through more nefarious means.
At 24, Pravus met the love of his life. An instantaneous bond was formed with a young woman. Despite her not returning his feelings of love, he followed her for the course of two weeks. Some might call it stalking, but they simply don't understand the love that was shared between the two. Infuriated by her gross negligence, not tending to the relationship as she should have, she was slain on the eve of the fortnight of their crossing paths. However, this killing had more impact on the man than he might have initially expected. Incapable of understanding that Rose, his only true love, was removed from the world by his own hand, he occasionally relives those two weeks as he progresses through life. In constant search of Rose, Pravus labels a victim as her surrogate and pursues her in the same fervor of his youth.
In between lapses of this conquest and serving small criminal enterprises, Pravus found himself on the outskirts of a blossoming Sith dominated universe. While he cares very little for the purposes of the religion or global conquest, his original teachings and whimsical fancies align fairly well with the 'can-do' attitude he often finds among the peers of the Sith. It is through this group, in one form or another, that he desires to further expand his knowledge, at the cost of all others.
GEAR:
-Two alchemic blades, appendages along the hilt give the casting an appearance of tentacles, that were given to him when he departed from his tribe.
-Custom gypsy robes, reminiscent of sith sorcerors.
-An electrum ring, no inherent powers.
SHIP:
-Standard transport
KILLS:
-None...yet
ROLE-PLAYS:
Private Roleplays
Faction Roleplays
- An Alter to Rival Whitechapel - Pravus stumbles upon [member="Aeron Zambrano"] in the underworld of coruscant
- A recounting of the 1313 Murders - A recounting, via NPC, of a series of murders completed by Pravus.
- Dust and Shadow - While on Maena, Pravus takes on the responsibilities of being a butcher/doctor. This leads to interaction with Irajah Ven
Faction Roleplays
- Vanity Hello? - Pravus introduces himself to the Zambrano family, taking on the role of librarian.
- Blackout (GA vs OS) - While everyone is scrambling, Pravus uses this opportunity to practice alchemy on the fearful.
- The Queens Festering Heart - A slew of soldiers attempt to investigate the disappearances, following the Blackout Invasion.
- The Sanctity of Darkness - One of the failed attempts to reinvigorate the Sith
- Iliabath: A quick meeting - A congregation to discuss ongoing Sith business.
- Ascent: The Primeval - Pravus introduces himself, and Darron, to the Primeval and their ways.
