Raoh Logarius
Character
Just a WIP while I make graphics and stuff.
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Upon the whispers of history, there are fables passed down of those who resemble Prince Raoh Logarius.
Of virtuous knights clad in shining armor, sat atop golden steeds.
Of men of honour, who embody all that is nobility.
Of those who would give their all to protect their people.
However, those same fables warn of great evils.
Of monsters cloaked in the skin of man.
Of those who visit death and despair upon the innocent.
Of Prince Raoh Logarius.
His purpose for being, his very existence, was in pursuit of this singular duty.
And when his father passed away, he was to rise to meet his destiny.
However, upon the eve of his coronation, the would-be King fell ill.
A vile disease took root within his body.
Unique in its ferocity, there was little that could be done to save him.
As the disease ravaged the young Prince's body, his mind sunk deep into a dark abyss.
Enveloped by deafening silence, he cried out into the darkness.
Alone and afraid, he pleaded for a reprieve.
In that moment, the darkness responded.
The voice's words were as honey, soothing to the young Prince's ear.
It promised him salvation, a second chance at a life soon lost.
In return, it had but one request: submit to the Lord of Rot.
In an act of cowardice, the Prince who had once vowed to protect his people, abandoned them.
He knelt to the vile beast, accepting it as his master.
From upon the Prince's flesh, the Lord of Rot extended its putrid grasp.
Spread across the Kingdom, none were sparred its vile touch.
Within a full moon, the land and its people fell still.
A vessel of his master's depraved will, the young Prince ventured forth to deliver pestilence to the stars above.
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The Siege of Havelok
- NAME: Raoh Logarius
- TITLES/NICKNAMES:
- Darth Putrescere
- Plagueborne Prince
- FACTION: The Sith Order
- RANK: Sith Lord
- SPECIES: Human
- AGE: Unknown
- SEX: Male
- HEIGHT: 195cm
- WEIGHT: 110kg
- EYES: Blue
- HAIR: Platinum Blonde
- SKIN: Pale
- FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
- Quick...:
- Civilized Weaponry:
- Specialized Force User:
WEAKNESSES:
- ...But Not Strong:
- Uncivilized Weaponry:
- Specialized Force User:
Of virtuous knights clad in shining armor, sat atop golden steeds.
Of men of honour, who embody all that is nobility.
Of those who would give their all to protect their people.
However, those same fables warn of great evils.
Of monsters cloaked in the skin of man.
Of those who visit death and despair upon the innocent.
Of Prince Raoh Logarius.
Born to a forgotten King of a forgotten land, the young Prince was fated to one day rule the realm.His purpose for being, his very existence, was in pursuit of this singular duty.
And when his father passed away, he was to rise to meet his destiny.
However, upon the eve of his coronation, the would-be King fell ill.
A vile disease took root within his body.
Unique in its ferocity, there was little that could be done to save him.
As the disease ravaged the young Prince's body, his mind sunk deep into a dark abyss.
Enveloped by deafening silence, he cried out into the darkness.
Alone and afraid, he pleaded for a reprieve.
In that moment, the darkness responded.
The voice's words were as honey, soothing to the young Prince's ear.
It promised him salvation, a second chance at a life soon lost.
In return, it had but one request: submit to the Lord of Rot.
In an act of cowardice, the Prince who had once vowed to protect his people, abandoned them.
He knelt to the vile beast, accepting it as his master.
From upon the Prince's flesh, the Lord of Rot extended its putrid grasp.
Spread across the Kingdom, none were sparred its vile touch.
Within a full moon, the land and its people fell still.
A vessel of his master's depraved will, the young Prince ventured forth to deliver pestilence to the stars above.
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