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Character Reva Heilden

Reva Heilden

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NameReva Heilden | Centurion Eclipse
AgeN/A
GenderMale
Race[REDACTED]
ClassStormtrooper | Engineer | Heavy Gunner | Special Forces Operator
Date of BirthN/A
Place of BirthCore Worlds | Necropolis
Current ResidenceKalee
FactionNew Imperial Order
AllianceImperialists | Task Force 66
Height2.23 Meters
Weight173 Kilograms
Body TypeMesomorphic
HairWhite
Hair StyleSlicked Back
Hair TextureNatural Straight
EyesYellow-Blue
SkinFair
Force SensitiveN/A
AlignmentNeutral Evil
Religious Type/ Religion Name/DeityMonotheism | Followers of the Name | The Name - He Who Sees - The King of Crags
Physical FeaturesHeterochromia Iridium | Numerous Scars Across Body | Enhanced Musculature
Mental FeaturesPolyglot | Religious Knowledge | Force Knowledge
ThemesNighttaker | Fall Into Me | Eye of the Thylacine | Warrior's Call | Monster
VoiceMichael Poulsen

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Born on the tombworld Necropolis in the Core Worlds, Reva quickly became accustomed to death to the point that he is entirely unfazed by it today, even when said deaths are those of family and friends. Growing up in such an environment eventually turned the man towards bounty hunting across the world when he reached the age of thirteen, earning a reputation as a grim individual who felt little to no emotion upon killing those wanted people, such as smalltime runaways and fugitives seeking to hide on the tombworld due to its seclusion from the rest of the Galaxy and its repulsing traits. However, this reputation would evolve into one of fear as the young Reva found himself forged into a political assassin and was deployed across the entire world with little rest between missions.

This frequency of deployments would inevitably whittle the man's emotional state to a severe numbness, but hardened his rapidly developing body - which at sixteen years old stood at six-five and weighed two-hundred-eighty pounds. Before long, however, the young man's mind would snap entirely and he would kill his political employers in a blind fit before sneaking his way off world on a scrapper's ship. After brutally sending the captains of the ship out of the airlock, Reva was whisked away from the Core Worlds and disappeared into the Unknown Region where he remained for a significant amount of time. What became of Reva wherever he landed in the Unknown Region remains a mystery, but he would reappear in the Galaxy as a giant over seven-feet tall capable of bending Durasteel bars.

Crash-landing onto the planet Ilum in the same ship he had stolen prior, Reva was discovered by a team of researchers who quickly took the unconscious giant to their nearby base where he remained for a reported five days. While the man was asleep in the medical room, his rescuers returned to his ship and found only a single datapad in the storage compartments. Nothing befitting a scrapper ship was to be found, not even food or drink. It was entirely bare, as if it had been stripped before it crashed. Inside the datapad, the man's rescuers found a series of rambling notes on an apparent god referred to by many names, but nothing came of the resulting investigation aside from the religion surrounding this deity.

Upon awakening in the base with his rescuers standing over him, Reva reacted violently and forced the researchers to sedate him for their own safety. He would later come to once again and conversed in a much calmer manner with the men and women of the base. Despite offering very little in the way of who he was and what he was doing prior to crashing, the giant learned of the researcher's loyalties: the Sith Empire.


After moving with these men and women back to the Empire's borders, Reva would join them officially. While his skills were naturally suited towards hunting and assassination in spite of his size, his physical strength and durability had increased substantially, earning him a role as a cold, quiet, and powerful Legionnaire armed with heavy weaponry. In this role, he would go on to serve under the many commanders who led him into battle for years, fighting boots-to-ground on many worlds such as Mandalore, Concord Dawn, Kalee, and Stygeon Prime.

While content with his role in the Empire and the brutality of combat that it offered - which he had finally begun to show some wintry form of emotion towards - these same commanders he served with would eventually sway his loyalties to a new emerging faction that they themselves would lead: the New Imperial Order. Taking part in the opening battles of the Third Imperial Civil War, Reva's adjustment to the Imperial Order was relatively smooth as it was merely a change of scenery for the man who was able to enjoy the same levels of brutality and death that he had in the Empire - if not more.

The giant eventually became a Sergeant in the New Imperial Order's "Tip of the Spear," assigned to the bulwark of the 307th Legion "Red Riders" under the command of Lyra Voi'kryt. With the 307th, Reva became even more well-known for his size and strength, but also his lack of remorse towards any civilian casualties and his lack of empathy towards civilians in general.

Sometime after the New Imperial Order had reached a substantial reach, Reva was deployed alongside the 307th to the Sith Capital of Bastion wherein he combated the Sith forces directly. During the battle, the hovertank Reva fought near burst apart from a stray mortar round, enveloping the man in flames and shrapnel and nearly killing him. He was quickly medevaced out of the battle and received top medical care to heal his wounds, thus avoiding the events of Kyber Dark. Despite enduring intensive care for weeks, the wounds of the incident lasted with him still and his entire body is now marked by dozens upon dozens of scars from burns and shrapnel.

After the conquering of Bastion, Reva received new orders from Imperial Command, much to his surprise, and found himself now serving in the special elite strike team: Task Force 66. Here, his mighty form is used to its fullest extent and he has since returned to his previous and much more preferred role from his younger years. With this transfer, the giant also earned a new set of Tenebrae-pattern Commando Armor, which he customized to fit his aesthetic needs, that protects him as much as it enhances his already demigod-esque power. In addition to this, Reva also came to be known by a new callsign given to him by his commanding officer: Centurion Eclipse.



  • Standing at a massive seven-foot-four and weight nearly four hundred pounds, Reva Heilden is the antithesis to what many would assume a stormtrooper would look like. Such incredible weight is additionally defined by the gargantuan musculature that would make many assume that the man carrying it could barely move, which is the furthest from the truth. However, even more striking than his height and muscle mass is his general appearance which resembles that of a bloodless corpse, being a sickly grey with white hair and semi-visible veins, making many wonder just what Reva is. This latter wonderment is frequently compounded for the inquisitive by the fact that his race is redacted in all official records of the living titan, who should by all accounts be listed a Near-Human, but such terminology does not seem to fit the giant.

    Belittling the man's size, however, is a surprising understanding of Religion and the Force - the latter most surprising due to his lack of Sensitivity. While this knowledge is not genius level like many of his compatriots, it is enough to give him an edge in situations that call for such things. For the most part, however, Reva prefers to remain frigid and emotionally numb with an incredibly dry and morbid sense of humor, which has sometimes put him at odds with his peers in the New Imperial Order. He has also displayed a disturbing indifference to death, barely acknowledging it with whatever recognition in necessary for the moment and holding very little compunctions on collateral damage during battle.


    • Battle Experience: A battle master in his own right, Reva has rarely tasted defeat by way of his unorthodox approach to combat. Using his uniquely and seemingly untapped physical might, he has singlehandedly defeated entire Task Forces designed specifically to kill him during his time in Task Force 66.
    • Titan of Muscle: A giant by Galactic standards, Reva possesses great strength and endurance, capable of contesting and besting even a Wookie in its prime with only moderate difficulty. His natural power often designated him as the muscle in whatever squad he joined within the New Imperial Order, and previously the Sith Empire before his defection. His endurance is such that he has survived wounds that would kill lesser men, which left him as one of the few in Task Force 66 that did not require physical enhancements of his skeletal and musculature systems. His specialized armor, however, enhances his strength considerably with built in Crushgaunts capable of destroying even Doonium. Furthermore, his strength seems to in fact be evolving with every passing year - the cause of which is unknown - and soon, it is likely that he will not even need the Crushgaunts at some point in the future.
    • Explosive Man: Rarely carrying any weapon beyond those attached to his armor, Reva has always been known to carry around massive projectile weaponry such as missile launchers, rotary blasters, and even portable mortars. His primary role in his many squad tenures was thus often the demolition expert of demolition experts, capable of destroying almost any known structure with incredible precision for such bulky weapons. His skills additionally made him incredibly suited for armored divisions and he frequently served on the front lines in hover tanks and siege vehicles. In Task Force 66, he can be seen carrying a massive bazooka strapped to his back alongside a wide assortment of explosives and blunt objects.
    • Confidence Is His Birthright: Part of what makes Reva so dangerous in combat is his dauntless belief that he can and will best anyone he faces. While he is not confident to the point of delusion, he is never the first to admit defeat and will always be the last to flee from a battle - unless it is absolutely clear that retreat is the only course of action. This confidence allows him to serve as his squads first line of defense and last life of defense with a cold approach to fighting and a quiet hankering for violent beat-downs of his enemies. However, it also means that he opens himself up to injury for attempting to take on an enemy he is in no way capable of fighting by himself, which has occurred more than once.
    • Few Inhibitions: Reva has very little reservations when it comes to battle and is known to employ some of the most violent methods necessary to achieve victory if allowed. He is openly willing to kill innocent civilians, will never be seen mourning their loss, and was reported even during his time in the Sith Empire that he put too many at risk with his ways. His most frequent reasoning for this is - "Trying to save every life gives the enemy more chances to take them. A few in the dirt saves the batch in the barrel." As consequence for this, he has never risen past the rank of Sergeant in the New Imperial Order, which he never truly minded. It is possible, however, that this was one of the few reasons beyond his power and demolitions expertise that he was selected for Task Force 66.
    • Cold Man: Despite his successes, Reva is a routinely icy - sometimes morose - individual who appears mostly incapable of feeling happiness and consistently finds ways to make those around him feel worse. This makes social encounters with him nearly unbearable and is one of the main reasons he has yet to find true loyal companions beyond a few who can stand his attitude. This has only compounded his increasingly lone-wolf lifestyle which puts him at risk of perishing at the hands of his many enemies due to having almost no one willing to defend him.


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