Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
To serve with pride, long live the Empire.
"I am the steel, the fist, the immovable. I am the might and the fury."
Faction: One Sith
Rank: Captain
Alias: "The Steel Fist"
Species: Human
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 168lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin: White
Force Sensitive: No
Voice:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYDIBvn4lTM
Strengths & Weaknesses:
[+] Salute: Zealous to the Imperial way, Rovasus will stop at nothing to see the dawn of a new age where the Empire is whole and secure once more.
[+] Special Operations: Trained extensively and exclusively, Rovasus is a one-of-a-kind soldier and is usually deployed or tasked to more dangerous situations. This is no exception as to what a soldier should be, however. He will stand beside his Imperial folk just the same.
[+] Veteran's Honor: Rovasus will stop at absolutely nothing to prove his point; he knows no extent to which his stubbornness will cease to exist. Conservative of Sith methods and rule, he does not particularly like the idea of submitting to another individual who isn't of a military background, but will serve for the cause and progress of the Empire.
[-] Overkill: Rovasus tends to dwell on singular enemies that he passionately hates. He has a rather secret dislike for Jedi in particular and especially enjoys shooting their corpses repeatedly as a sign of disrespect. This can throw him off-guard at times.
[-] Racist: Even for a seasoned soldier and a somewhat decent diplomat, Rovasus doesn't hold a very keen eye to other species. He's all for the humanistic dominance mindset and wouldn't think twice about letting a Twi'lek get killed in his presence. Hell, he'd even push them in a Sarlaac pit.
[-] Terminally Ill: Rovasus has a lung condition that can cause breathing issues. He used to be a heavy cigarra smoker and worked around heavily radiated areas which wreaked havoc on his lungs later in life. Due to this, he cannot run for long periods of time and relies on combat stims and cybernetics as a crutch.
Arsenal:T-21
(2) - DC-17
Apperance:
Rovasus' armor is a rare sight, and what's more rare is his face. Chrome and decorated with various medals and decorative cloth bearing the Imperial insignia, his armor labels him as both a captain and an elite member of a classified commando division. Most soldiers that have seen Rovasus in battle have witnessed his mercilessness and his sheer determination to push onward even when outgunned and outnumbered, this granting him the title of "The Steel Fist".
Biography:
Not much is known about Captain Vonstrogg. Some call him a ghost, others call him a myth. What is known about him is classified and sealed away within some Imperial record along with all his secrets. It wasn't until recently that rumors of a "chrome" stormtrooper surfaced and spread like wildfire across the known galaxy. Supposedly he aids the Sith and handles secretive operations, but even that much is a stretch to believe.
The places he's been only end up in flames or with little else besides death lingering in the air. Those that witness his ferocity in the heat of battle mention that he's almost unnatural in a way - his reflexes and aim are unmatched by any standard infantryman or even the most decorated officers. When the fighting ceases and the smoke settles, he's gone. Almost like he was never there to begin with.
Some of the men that served under his command are still alive to this day. But even now, their memories of the captain are well-guarded by their years of experience. They do not dare reveal his identity or even his whereabouts. They remain loyal to his teaching and unwavering in the face of interrogation. They say he's a paragon of the Empire, a hero of a time long lost to the ages.
Some say he doesn't even exist, that the rumors aren't true.
That is, until the truth stands before their very eyes.
The times are 'a changing in the galaxy. And it's time the pride of the Empire be brought back.
(Will continue with future RPs.)
