The Ambassador
"...and still it remains endless"
"Fresh Minds ripe for harvest." - The Ambassador
Rank: Dark Jedi Padawan
Former Titles: None
Current Titles: The Ambassador
Faction: Independent
Former Homeworlds: Coruscant
Current Homeworld: Katarr
Age: 21
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Height: 1,94 m
Weight: 117 Kg (Full Armor)
Hair: Grey
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Green
Force Sensitve: Yes
PERSONALITY:
Who is Frank Lowlight? A nobody, to everyone including himself. Even the name is little more than a faint memory to the man that wears what remains of his flesh. In its place is merely a title "The Ambassador". To himself that is almost all he is, an emissary of a dark force he fails to fully comprehend, tasked with collecting the minds and dreams of those frail enough to sell what they are for broken trinkets and hollow blessings.
Despite the fact that he never saw the truth behind the percived godhood of his master, Frank still refuses to see it as much more than his eternal capator. Only when death and failure await, he fanatically prays for the blessing of his Mad God. While the bickering voices in his head never stay silent, they answer his prayers when the end knocks on the door, offering insights into past and future. If he truly communes with his hidious idol, or merely with an echo left by it, is a question left unaswered.
Yet below the thoughts forced upon him ambition smoulders in the darkness. Blessed and cursed to an almost equal degree, a little voice always begs to strive for more then being a pawn in service of a cosmic abomination, and make use of the powers given to one days break the chains that bind him.
STRENGHTS:
-Gaze into the Abyss: Frank's Third Eye didn't open on its own, the fog that shrouded it was ripped and teared apart by maddening force. The process left his mind in shambles but in return created a vast nothingness in which thoughts, his own and those stolen from others, can flow freely.
-The Mad God's Blessing: Fanatic prayer to the beyond offers neither wisdom nor solace. It only offers a fire of unyielding passion, a few trinkets and the promise of utter madness.
-Scavanger: In the days before his eternal service Frank was a scavanger by trade, most skilled and knowledgable when it came to the trinkets and artifacts of old.
-Merchant: Money talks, at least it did. In the past Frank made a living by selling what he collected and through it learned the traits of his trade.
TRAITS:
-Foreign Thoughts: As if the state of his mind wasn't horrible enough, the Ambassador lacks the mental prowess to rule over his mind's realm with the same iron fist held by his creator. Due to this stolen throughts seamlessly mix with his own. While further diminishing his already shattered personality, this at least allows him to gain rather intimate insights when consuming thoughts.
WEAKNESSES:
-The Horror: At times Frank forgets that his fall was no choice of his own, at other he don't. The torment he went through against his own will to become what he is now always waits at the other edges of his mind, searching for yet another oppertunity to rob the Ambassador of any resamblance of peace.
-Faulty Cybernetics: When Frank awoke a new, he was reborn not only by darkness but by steel. Crudley etched into his new suit of cybernetic armor he has to suffer day by day under the failing and faulty systems that were never intended to be used in such a way.
-The Hunger: It lingers, a endless void demanding to be filled.
APPEARANCE:
Steel and circutes encase the broken flesh of the Ambassador, violently mended with his flesh in ways that claw to the edges of possibility. Only flashes of the body below can be seen between the damaged black armor, pale skin, grey hair and beared and green eyes filled by an underlying glow of madness. Standing almost two meter high due to his armor, the Ambassador is an imposing, hulking figure, yet his height is dimished by the faulty cybernetics that force him to always stand hunched over. Most of his head and face remains hidden below his hood and various rags wrapped around them, leaving only eyes to truly glance through. Arcane trinkets of differing quality are littered over his body and armor, reminders of his allaince to a mad, false god.
BIOGRPAPHY
Early Years - The Cursed Gift
Frank's childhood and youth was rather uneventful. The occasional fight, minor conflicts with the authorities and a general feel of discontent were only a small part of a overall happy familiy life. After all it matters little who he was before, only who he is now. Living of the things he could scavange, Frank's path lead him to the other edges of the known galaxy and beyond.
The exact details are little more then a haze, an eons long fever dream of horror and corruption. Frank doesn't know how it began, nor how it ended. His mind, forced through terrible pain, fear and desperation, found death and reincarnation. What felt like an eternity of torture had been only a few hours, that devoured him and spit him back into the galaxy. All he remembers are shadows seeping through his eyes and ears, dark tendrils wrapping around his very being and reforming it in the horrific image of a mad god.
