Approved Armor Qâzjiin’vraal

[Darth Prazutis]

• Intent: To forge an eldritch, living Sith armor that acts as an extension of Darth Prazutis' power and embodies the eternal nightmare of the Dark Side.
• Image Source:
  
  • Commission - Daniel Fabro
    • Border - Darth Carnifex
  • Headers - Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
• Canon Link: N/A
• Permissions: N/A
• Primary Source: N/A

• Manufacturer: Darth Prazutis
• Affiliation: Darth Prazutis
• Market Status: Closed-Market
• Model: Qâzjiin’vraal (Shadow Hungering Abyss)
• Modularity: Limited (The armor is bound to Prazutis, while minor alchemical augmentations can be made, its core structure remains unchanged.)
• Production: Unique
• Material:
  
  • Sith Alchemized Zirkaris Plate: Near-indestructible against kinetic, energy, and lightsaber attacks, feeds on suffering.
  • Living Sithspawn Biomass: A self-repairing, sinew-like layer beneath the plating, pulsing with dark energy.
  • Shikkari Death-Weave Undersuit: A force-imbued, shadow-infused underlayer that shifts and alters its density at will.
  • Shikkari Shadow-Silk Cloak: A stealth-enhancing, shadow-bending Sith textile that subtly distorts light and dampens sound, allowing the wearer to fade into darkness when still or moving.
  • Obsidian Voidshards: Embedded into the armor, disrupting enemy Force senses and warping perception.
  • Crimson Runes of the Ancients: Runes pulsing with Sith sorcery, exuding a dark miasma that drains the will of the weak.
  • Blood-Forged Aurodium Inlays & Claws: Inscriptions pulsating with the agony of Sith rituals, constantly feeding off ambient fear. Retractable razor-edged claws, infused with Sith alchemy for lethal close combat.

• Classification: Living Sith Warplate
• Weight: Very Heavy
• Resistances:
  
  • Energy: Extreme
  • Kinetic: Extreme
  • Lightsabers: Extreme
  • Force-Based Attacks: Extreme
  • Force Light: Extreme
  • Sonic: Very Low
  • EMP/Ion: Very High
  • Elemental: Very High

• Living Warplate: Qâzjiin'vraal is not merely armor, it is hunger, it is ruin, it is an extension of the abyss itself. It was forged from Zîrkaris, an indestructible war-metal that devours destruction, warps reality, and feeds upon suffering. This is not inert plating, it is a sentient, predatory entity, a fusion of Sith alchemy, eldritch sorcery, and living Sithspawn sinew, a second skin that breathes, shifts, and reshapes itself in battle. Beneath its obsidian-black plating, muscular strands of Dark Side-infused biomass pulse like living flesh, sealing wounds, tightening around its master's body, and anticipating every incoming strike.
  
  Qâzjiin'vraal does not simply withstand attacks, it actively seeks to negate them. Zîrkaris is not a passive defense; it is an active, sentient guardian that shifts its density, redirects kinetic force, and absorbs impact before it can break upon its surface. Blades shatter upon contact, lightsabers skitter uselessly across its abyssal lattice, and even the most devastating concussive force is swallowed by its hungry, ever-adaptive form.
  
  This armor is not a tool of war, it is a predator. It does not serve, it dominates. Bound only to Darth Prazutis, it will consume any unworthy soul who dares attempt to wear it, crushing their body and unraveling their mind. More than a shield, Qâzjiin'vraal is a devourer, it drinks in pain, fear, and death like a starving beast. It does not simply protect its master, it thrives in his wake, feeding upon the anguish of the battlefield until its presence expands beyond the physical, warping the very air with its abyssal hunger. This is no mere warplate. It is the second skin of the Shadow Hand, the armor of an unchallenged reaper, the abyss that walks.
• Terror Incarnate: To look upon Qâzjiin'vraal is to stare into oblivion. It does not simply intimidate, it forces the weak-willed to their knees, their minds overwhelmed by illusions drawn from their worst nightmares. Those who meet its gaze are assaulted by the horrors of their subconscious, trapped in waking visions of their most primal fears. Even the strongest warriors feel an unseen weight upon their soul, as if something ancient and unknowable has fixated upon them.
  
  When Darth Prazutis speaks, the warplate amplifies and distorts his voice, resonating with inhuman whispers and abyssal overtones that scrape against the soul. It is not a sound meant for mortals, it is the call of something far greater, a voice that does not command, but simply announces what is inevitable: suffering, submission, or annihilation.
• Dark Side Conduit: Qâzjiin'vraal is not merely armor, it is an extension of Prazutis' will, a medium for his Sith sorcery as much as it is protection. Its inscribed runes do not merely embellish its surface, they are living sigils of power, glyphs that seethe with abyssal hunger, conduits through which the Dark Side flows. The armor allows Prazutis to cast Sith rituals, spells, invoke curses, and project his will upon the world around him.
  
  Wounds inflicted in its presence fester, refusing to heal. The air around him distorts, shadows lengthen unnaturally, and the battlefield itself begins to suffocate beneath his presence. The armor absorbs residual energy from the slain, siphoning their lingering essence into its runes, storing it for the next spell, the next incantation, the next atrocity. Qâzjiin'vraal is not static, it reacts. Unlike other Sith sorcerers who must chant or gesture, Prazutis need only to will it so, and the armor answers.
• Living Skin: Qâzjiin'vraal is more than a warplate, it is a second skin that adapts to Prazutis. The Shikkari Death-Weave undersuit shifts in response to motion, hardening under impact yet remaining flexible when needed. It subtly reacts to the Dark Side, pulsing in synchronization with Prazutis' will, reinforcing his strikes, and enhancing his sorcery. This living weave ensures that despite the armor's immense weight, Prazutis moves as though unburdened, making his battlefield dominion effortless and terrifying.
• Devourer of the Fallen: Qâzjiin'vraal does not simply protect its wearer, it feasts. The Blood-Forged Aurodium veins running through its structure are not merely ornamental, they are hungry conduits of the Dark Side, absorbing pain, death, and despair. As bodies fall around Prazutis, the armor drinks in their suffering, siphoning the final shreds of their life essence, their screams lingering within its accursed metal.
  
  The more that die, the stronger the armor becomes. With each kill, the runes blaze brighter, the metal hums with stolen vitality, and Prazutis grows stronger, his sorcery intensifying, his strikes becoming unstoppable. This absorption is not limited to Sith or Jedi, all beings have energy to give, their deaths leaving echoes that fuel the armor's insatiable hunger. When enough slaughter has been reaped, Qâzjiin'vraal reaches its apex, the runes shift and darken, their glow turning into a void-like abyss, an aura so overwhelming that even hardened Sith feel their resolve waver, as if something unseen is crushing down upon them.
• Abyssal Shroud: The Shikkari Shadow-Silk Cloak is not merely fabric, it is a shifting void, a piece of the abyss woven into reality. It does not billow aimlessly, but moves with purpose, as if it senses its master's will. Flowing like liquid darkness around his towering form, it bends and fractures light, making Prazutis seem less like a man and more like an omen of doom. The cloak swallows sound, muffling his movements until his approach is utterly silent, the air refusing to betray him. Even when motionless, the fabric does not rest, it writhes and flickers at the edges, twisting unnaturally, as if the void itself refuses to remain still. Prazutis does not wear this cloak. It wears him.

• The Abyss Walks: Qâzjiin'vraal is not armor, it is a waking horror, a distortion in reality, an abyss given form. Its mere presence unravels the minds of the weak, forcing those who stand against Darth Prazutis to hallucinate visions dredged from their deepest fears. The longer an enemy remains in its presence, the more their courage withers, their sanity fractures, and their will to resist turns to dust. Even the strongest warriors feel the oppressive weight of something unseen pressing down upon them, an unfathomable void of despair. To gaze upon Darth Prazutis in full warplate is to witness a force that should not exist. His presence is not simply felt, it is endured.
• Indomitable Defense: Qâzjiin'vraal is an unassailable fortress, a warplate forged from Zîrkaris, a metal that rejects destruction, devours impact, and adapts to any assault. No blade, blaster, or lightsaber can shatter its abyssal defense. Bolts dissipate upon contact, swords break against its surface, and even the raw fury of a lightsaber finds no purchase upon its impenetrable plating.
  
  But the armor is not just resistant, it is alive. Beneath its plates, Sithspawn-infused biomass writhes and shifts, adapting to counteract attacks before they even land. Wounds in the armor do not remain, they seal themselves shut, flesh and metal reknitting as if it had never been struck. To fight against Qâzjiin'vraal is to fight against something that does not die, does not weaken, and does not break.
• A True Dark Side Conduit: Qâzjiin'vraal is not merely protection, it is an extension of Darth Prazutis' will, a vessel for Sith sorcery unlike anything seen before. The runes inscribed upon its surface are not mere decoration, they are living sigils of Dark Side power, glowing with hunger, waiting to be fed. They act as arcane foci, allowing Prazutis to channel Sith rituals, invoke abyssal curses, and unleash devastation upon entire battlefields.
  
  The warplate does not simply carry his power, it amplifies it, distorts it, and spreads it like a miasma. In his presence, the very air grows heavy with malign intent, warping perception, suffocating the weak, and making even the most stalwart Jedi feel as though they are drowning in darkness. This is not armor, it is a conduit for annihilation.
• Formless and Adaptive: Qâzjiin'vraal is not static, nor is it predictable. Unlike conventional warplate, which has weak points and vulnerabilities, this armor eliminates them. It is a living, shifting thing, its structure altering with every movement, every attack, every moment of battle.
  
  Where a strike is about to land, Zîrkaris hardens, its molecular lattice shifting to absorb and redirect the force. If a weak point is perceived, the armor tightens, sealing it away before it can be exploited. It flows like liquid shadow, ensuring that its master is never exposed, never vulnerable, never left unguarded. To seek a weakness in Qâzjiin'vraal is to search for a flaw in the abyss itself.
• Death is its Sustenance: Qâzjiin'vraal is more than armor, it is a predator, a parasite, a thing that grows stronger with every drop of blood spilled. It does not simply endure battle, it feasts upon it. The Blood-Forged Aurodium veins that run through its lattice are not lifeless metal, they are conduits for agony, drinking in pain, fear, and death like a starving beast gorging itself on slaughter. As bodies fall, the armor pulses, its runes blazing as it absorbs the fading essence of the slain. With each kill, its hunger deepens, its power intensifies, and its master's might swells. Darth Prazutis' strikes grow heavier, his sorcery more potent, his presence more overwhelming. Wounds inflicted upon his enemies do not merely bleed, they fester, resisting all healing, spreading corruption deep into their very essence.
  
  When the battlefield is drowned in death, Qâzjiin'vraal reaches its apex, its runes shift, darken, and transform into a void-like abyss, radiating such overwhelming malice that even hardened Sith feel as though an unseen force is crushing down upon them. It is not merely armor, it is a hunger that will never be sated, an abyss that will never be filled.

• Bound to the Dark Lord: Qâzjiin'vraal is not a suit of armor, it is an extension of Darth Prazutis himself. Infused with his presence, his essence, his will, it cannot be worn by any other. Should an unworthy soul attempt to claim it, the armor will violently reject them, its living biomass writhing, twisting, and convulsing in agonized rebellion. A lesser being would be devoured whole, their flesh consumed and their mind shattered, as if the warplate itself were an apex predator rejecting carrion. Without Darth Prazutis, it is nothing, a lifeless, hollow husk, awaiting its master's return.
• Requires Fear and Pain: Qâzjiin'vraal is not suited for stillness, nor for peace, it is a war engine, a thing of slaughter, and it must be fed. It thrives upon the battlefield, growing stronger with every scream, every death, every moment of agony. But if removed from suffering for too long, its hunger grows unsatisfied. Without war, without slaughter, without fear, the armor's runes dim, its presence wanes, and its predatory nature becomes subdued. In a world of stillness, it does not die, but it becomes dormant, waiting, hungering, needing the chaos of destruction to awaken again.
• Overwhelming Force Can Breach It: Qâzjiin'vraal is near-indestructible, virtually impervious to blades, blasters, and even the raw heat of a lightsaber. But even an abyss can be torn open given enough force. While it adapts to most forms of damage, raw overwhelming power remains its greatest threat. A sustained barrage of telekinetic might, repeated strikes from a being of great strength, or an immense force could still bend, fracture, or momentarily break sections of its defense. While the armor will always repair itself, it is not truly unbreakable, it is only unrelenting.
• Highly Visible in the Force: Qâzjiin'vraal does not merely radiate darkness, it eclipses the Force like an all-consuming abyss. It is not subtle, nor can it be hidden. Any Jedi, Sith, or Seer attuned to the Force will sense its suffocating presence from great distances, like a gaping wound in the fabric of reality. Even if concealment techniques are applied, the armor's abyssal presence remains, detectable by those with the will to look beyond mortal perception. To wear it is to be known.
• Power at a Cost: Qâzjiin'vraal is a conduit for the Dark Side, feeding upon fear, pain, and death to fuel its unnatural power. But while it drinks deeply from the abyss, it is not invincible. A concentrated burst of overwhelming Light Side energy, such as a focused purification ritual, an immense surge of Force Light can temporarily sever its connection to the Dark Side. During such moments, its runes flicker, its hunger is silenced, and its unnatural resilience dulls. The warplate will always recover, but in the presence of absolute radiance in its purest form, it can be weakened, if only briefly.
• Dark Side Nullification: While the Zîrkaris plate resists most Force suppression effects, the Shikkari Shadow-Silk cloak and Death-Weave undersuit are partially vulnerable to intense Force nullification. In powerful Force-dead zones or prolonged exposure to voidstone, their enchantments may become inert, nullifying stealth effects, slowing their responsiveness, and reducing their ability to shift density or amplify Prazutis' movements. The armor's physical resilience remains unchanged, but its supernatural adaptability and sorcerous amplification are notably diminished under these rare conditions.

"This is no mere armor, it is the manifestation of dread itself."

Forged within the blackest depths of Malsheem, within the crucible of forbidden Sith alchemy, Qâzjiin'vraal was not simply crafted, it was wrought through agony, sacrifice, and an unholy convergence of power. It is not worn like ordinary armor; it is bound to Darth Prazutis like a demonic parasite, a second skin of darkness and horror, a living warplate that exists only for him. The creation of Qâzjiin'vraal was a ritual as much as it was a forging, one that spanned years and required sacrifices on an unfathomable scale. At the heart of Malsheem's deepest alchemical foundries, Prazutis did not merely oversee its construction, he bled for it, he willed it into existence, pouring his malice, his hatred, and his dominion over death into every layer. The forging was performed not with simple flame, but with a crucible of Sith sorcery so potent that reality itself trembled.


The metallic plates were shaped from Zîrkaris, a Sith-forged alloy that does not bend, does not break, does not submit. Its very essence was imbued with the echoes of the fallen, their deaths fueling the runes carved into the warplate's surface. To bind the metal to a living essence, Prazutis personally shattered entire Force-sensitive bloodlines, sacrificing thousands to weave their pain into the lattice of the armor. Their final screams were sealed into its seams, their souls twisted into an eternal vortex of agony, ensuring that Qâzjiin'vraal would never truly rest, never hunger for darkness, it would be darkness.

Where the armor's structure and plating was forged from Zîrkaris, its lifeblood was a fusion of Blood-Forged Aurodium, and Obsidian Voidshards. The Sithspawn biomass that pulses beneath the plating was not grown, it was birthed through twisted experiments, cultivated from unholy creations engineered to endure pain, regenerate endlessly, and adapt to every threat. The process was violent, chaotic, and grotesque, the armor screamed as it was born, its sinews writhing, its flesh convulsing, its runes burning with the suffering of the lost. Yet even this was not enough. Prazutis wanted more. He etched the armor's bones with forbidden glyphs, Sith runes drawn from the oldest tombs, inscribed in the blood of fallen Jedi Masters. Each mark was not merely a sigil, it was a conduit, a living arcane circuit through which the Dark Side would eternally flow. The armor was made to drink death, to grow stronger through suffering, to devour hope.

Its final anointment was conducted beneath the gaze of the Dark Lord himself. Qâzjiin'vraal was drenched in the lifeblood of Sith heretics, those who had dared to defy the Kainate, their souls stripped from their bodies and woven into its cursed frame. The last of its creation saw Prazutis himself take the armor, donning it as his own flesh and blood, binding its will irrevocably to his own. It was no longer just armor. It was him. The warplate radiates supernatural fear, forcing even the most stalwart warriors to falter at the mere sight of the Shadow Hand. Its presence bends reality, creating phantoms, false movements, and illusory doubles, making those who gaze upon it question what is real and what is nightmare. Even the strongest Jedi, the most battle-hardened Sith, feel its oppressive weight, its overwhelming presence, as if something greater, something ancient, something beyond mortal comprehension is watching.

Yet, it is not merely an instrument of fear, nor just a tool of deception, it is a fortress of war, nearly impervious to nearly all weapons, shrugging off even the most catastrophic of assaults. Infused with the raw hatred of the Dark Side, the warplate devours the agony of the fallen, growing stronger the more death surrounds it. Only one being in the galaxy can wear this armor.

And where he walks, hope dies.

 

[MANIAC]

Darth Prazutis

Cool sub again. I'd like to ask you to add to the weaknesses what happens with the silk under Force suppression/nullification effects.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

MANIAC Done!

 

[MANIAC]

Darth Prazutis

Thank you!

Approved.