Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
Personal RecordName: Rovasus Vonstrogg.
Codename: "Raven Claw"
Title(s): Imperial Officer (Former.) Shadow Trooper (Former.)
Allegiance: The One Sith (Former.) The First Order (Current.)
Rank: Captain.
Languages: Imperial Basic, Galactic Basic.
Occupation: First Order Special Forces (FOSF.)
Residence: Classified.
Medical Record
Species: Human.
Race: Epicanthix.
Birthworld: Coruscant.
Gender: Male
Age: 43.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 177 lbs
Complexion: Tanned Caucasian.
Eye Color: Hazel.
Hair Color: Bald.
Appearance: Brooding, silent, a dark specter. Rovasus is never seen outside of his armor or uniform. At all times will his face be obscured by a blackened helmet bearing the insignia of both the First Order and his previous enlistment as an Imperial Officer to remind him of how far he has come from the wretched, crumbled ruins of what the One Sith became. The darkly clad soldier can often be observed patrolling whatever outpost he is stationed at or keeping himself at the peak of combat readiness via simulation or rigorous training.
On the rare occasion that he is seen unmasked, Rovasus bears a rather blank expression most of the time, almost completely void of any emotion or even the slightest muscle spasm. Deep scars run along his right upper-cheek and down to his neck, among the smaller more scattered depressions in his skin from many previous conflicts.
Personality: No quarter for any who cross him or get in his way, a silent hand that swiftly takes up banner and gun to exterminate all that oppose his advancement. Rovasus is first and foremost an asset for his military, a man that takes deep pride in the Imperial doctrine and law that has seen effective results throughout history. Silence typically shrouds his existence, and even overrides his desire to make conversation with any that approach him, unless they outrank him.
Rovasus would rather do his job correctly than care about the feelings or well-being of another, unless they are of his own creed. To care for your brothers in arms is to achieve a victory together, to behold the fortitude and what it takes to believe in a power that can rule with an iron fist. Most of the former Imperial's life has been spent studying, training, honing skills to provide the utmost efficiency where it's needed.
Some may even call him a zealot, but he would disagree. To be a man of honor and integrity trumps all, and the elitist perspective that his First Order is the rightful heir to the galaxy's throne keeps him just as determined as any faith would. The security and functionality of the war-machine that would see the domination of many-a planet comes first, pondering the aftermath of how war takes a toll on a soldier comes last.
Strengths:
- Special Forces Veteran.
- Genetically modified, enhanced by cybernetics.
- Racist, xenophobe, human supremacist.
- Terminally Ill.
- PTSD.
- Prone to psychosis.
Cybernetic Enhancements:
Personal Effects:
