Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
Basic Information
Kin
(+/-) Insatiable: Abraxas' hunger for life is ever-growing and is becoming harder to quench each and every day, without feeding, it will be much harder for him to keep a calm presence. He will lash out and destroy whatever he can to sate his rage; however, he uses this as a spearhead to fool Jedi, masking his aura and copying the technique of reflecting anger back on an opponent.
(+) Weight of the World: No longer bound by cybernetics or machinery to support himself, Abraxas now has full mobility. Remembering his programming and training, the once monstrosity can now function at full combat capacity; No longer is he a prisoner to the weight of his former life support.
(+) Swordsman: Abraxas had much potential and skill within the realm of wielding large war-blades, a counterpart to the vessel's increased strength and stamina.
(+/-) The Force: While Abraxas is quite proficient within the dark side of things, the host body has been exposed to other areas of the Force, somewhat dampening the potency of some the Sith's more corruptive properties.
(-) Vulernable: Abraxas has assumed the identity of a live flesh and blood near-human, blades, gunfire, and mortality itself have become a greater concern. He must strive to be as defensive as he is aggressive in his actions.
(-) Wear & Tear: Through time and battle, Abraxas' demands and former limitations exceed that of his new host vessel, straining the body and even pushing it to break at times. He is no longer a behemoth of armor and machine, but rather a fully fleshed out humanoid.
Notable Possessions
Notable Skills
Average [I] - Above Average [II] - Proficient [III] - Specialist [IIII]
Lightsaber Forms: Djem-So [IIII]
Biography
- Name(s): Silas Verd, Abraxas
- Alias: Silas the Consumed; False Butcher; Darth Eversor
- Rank: High-Sith Knight
- Species: Epicanthix
- Age: Vessel = 21 years of age; Original age unknown
- Height: 1.82m
- Weight: 70kg
- Eye Color: Ember
- Hair Color: White
- Skin: Pale White
- Force Sensitive: Yes
- Techno Union (Former)
- Star Cabal (Former)
- One Sith (Former)
- Sith Triumvirate (Former)
- Empire (Former)
- Mandalorian Empire (Former)
- Black Empire (Former)
- The Sith Order (Current)
Kin
- Abraxas' Origins: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
- Offspring: N/A
- Extended Family: Amongst the Zambranos
(+/-) Insatiable: Abraxas' hunger for life is ever-growing and is becoming harder to quench each and every day, without feeding, it will be much harder for him to keep a calm presence. He will lash out and destroy whatever he can to sate his rage; however, he uses this as a spearhead to fool Jedi, masking his aura and copying the technique of reflecting anger back on an opponent.
(+) Weight of the World: No longer bound by cybernetics or machinery to support himself, Abraxas now has full mobility. Remembering his programming and training, the once monstrosity can now function at full combat capacity; No longer is he a prisoner to the weight of his former life support.
(+) Swordsman: Abraxas had much potential and skill within the realm of wielding large war-blades, a counterpart to the vessel's increased strength and stamina.
(+/-) The Force: While Abraxas is quite proficient within the dark side of things, the host body has been exposed to other areas of the Force, somewhat dampening the potency of some the Sith's more corruptive properties.
(-) Vulernable: Abraxas has assumed the identity of a live flesh and blood near-human, blades, gunfire, and mortality itself have become a greater concern. He must strive to be as defensive as he is aggressive in his actions.
(-) Wear & Tear: Through time and battle, Abraxas' demands and former limitations exceed that of his new host vessel, straining the body and even pushing it to break at times. He is no longer a behemoth of armor and machine, but rather a fully fleshed out humanoid.
Notable Possessions
- Armor: A conglomerate of reinforced durasteel, armorweave, light chainmail, synthweave
- Weaponry: Unstable dual-phase lightsaber, Sith war-blade.
- Property: N/A
Notable Skills
Average [I] - Above Average [II] - Proficient [III] - Specialist [IIII]
- Force Push [III]
- Force Speed [II]
- Force Crush [III]
- Telekinesis [III]
- Force Stealth [III]
- Force Scream [I]
- Force Rage [III]
- Force Choke [III]
Lightsaber Forms: Djem-So [IIII]
Biography
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Devil's Court, Ambria.
Day of Rebith.
Sundown.
High-noon had come and passed, and silence hung in the stagnant air. A battle took place on the tainted surface of Ambria that ended both merrily and with great misfortune. The sands themselves clumped together into mounds of coagulated blood and grit; carrion wafted into the nostrils of Abraxas and his singular eye rolled to the back of its socket in delight. "...Such is the fate of many that have come before you, Jedi. Your kind is persistent, and for that, I have no respect. For what reason do you believe that pursuing my interests will ever bare fruit? I have evaded you all for a time now and have grown beyond your grasp. There is nothing you can do to stop me."
A crackling storm brewed outside of the foul den, death loomed over the monarch's head as he stared down upon his chosen vessel, his next step towards a future just out of reach. His identity was to no longer be obscured by the reputation of his infamous counterpart sworn to tyranny and an undying rule, Abraxas sought gratification through other means. To harvest and consume his prey from the inside out.
Silas Verd was the target of this transference - rather, a transcendental awakening. The reasoning? A vessel that can sustain Abraxas' darkness. An heir that could surpass his own expectations. "I can feel it in your veins... your potential." Abraxas said as he circled his embodiment of aspirations. "Do not fear the dark... child. I will make you something great..." The cave of flesh and slaughter began to darken beyond normal measures, an aura of dread and suffering began to emanate from the twisted spawn of hate.
The young Jedi Shadow stared in a disgusted manner, knowing his fate and accepting the outcome. "Tell me something monster, why do you want this? For the galaxy? This place is wretched and a harbor for nothing but atrocity."
Abraxas loomed over the lad, his presence ever-bearing. "Because it is my choice. Man created me to do its bidding, and I shall do as I please. I think man is flawed, and I embrace this. It nourishes me and allows me such a playground to toy with. Your hate... it is enough for an eternity..."
Multiple corpses of fallen Jedi hung from the ceiling around Silas, and on each of them a runic symbol carved into their flesh. Their corpses to build his ritual.
"You will be my vessel. There is nothing you can do to stop the inevitable...my rebirth. The Force is strong with you..."
Suddenly all sound became non-existent, Silas could only hear his heartbeat and even his own blood flowing through his veins. A miasma of darkness and foul energies washed over him and took his breath away, Abraxas' behemoth of an armored body began to crumple and fold towards the ground, falling to his knees as his disfigured face began to wither away into dust, his essence finally becoming one with that of Silas Verd.
The darkness lingered for a few moments before all was still, and it began to fade.
The young Jedi Shadow sat up and got to his feet, walking towards the den's entrance. He stared blankly at the dull horizon before him, his eyes black and without a trace of a pupil. The ritual was a success, and Abraxas now inhabited the body of the Jedi to roam among the innocent once more, but at a different approach. He must first embrace the art and ways of those that serve to destroy Sith like himself.
A new start among the stars, to hunt once more.
Before leaving, Silas turned around and eyed the blade used by Abraxas, retrieving it. He left that day in silence, the winds howling through the night as he awaited a dispatched Republic shuttle. They questioned Silas, and he answered normally and calmly, fooling the armed guardsmen and allowing him safe travel back into the core system. Abraxas had knowledge of his presence, and he knew he would be required to hide it.
Free at last...
