Shade of Decay
flesh is temporary
Once a young acolyte of the Sith Order, a loyal devotee of Darth Carnifex's Sith Empire, the decades that have passed have seen Tsisaar Taral grow beyond what he views as the petty power squabbles and all-too-material fascinations of his fellow Sith. The clone 'child' of an unhinged and incompetent Arkanian geneticist, Daron Isrul, who sought to create the 'perfected' example of a Khil in his laboratory, and out of either utter apathy towards his creation or some strange bend of mercy allowed the specimen he crafted to live and learn despite not living up to his goals, Experiment-013 was always aware that the body he inhabited was doomed to fail, and spectacularly at that. He had always expected it would come sooner rather than later, that Isrul may realize his mistake—but the geneticist allowed his creation to read through his library during the perpetual Arkanian winter, and in copies of ancient Sith tomes, Tsisaar found for himself a name, and the realization that he had access to the same power as those ancients he was reading about.
In time, the values that Isrul had instilled in him, coupled with his rage at the scientist, unlocked those same powers. Isrul, for once, delighted in this fact, for a time indulging his creation's studies further and encouraging him to grow his power. Seeing his chance not long after, Tsisaar slew the mad scientist, breaking the first of his chains by the act and by wiping any evidence of it, and indeed, of his own existence from the man's records, before stealing a shuttle and presenting himself to the Sith.
From that point on, Tsisaar's training and study continued almost uninterrupted. In time, he participated in the Subjugation of Gravlex Med, the study of the Stones of Pho Ph'eah, the discovery of the Scintilla Nebula and the realization that it was truly a great Starweird floating alone in interstellar space. He plundered ruins on the planet of Kruskan, fought the undead on a derelict space station alongside Khonsu Amon, fought to subdue a nascent rebellion on Jaminere, and helped ensure the fall of the prior Galactic Alliance when the Sith Empire stormed Coruscant itself. He participated in the training of numerous other acolytes after claiming his own ascension as a true Sith, though by that point his mind had already begun turning towards other pursuits, and he had a ship to call his own home crafted for his use. He was even granted a tome authored by Velok of Toola, which combined with his delvings into the ruined shard of a holocron he had found on Kruskan, drove him further into his own mind.
Even participating in the further war campaigns of the empire could do little to drag him back out of his own musings. Putting down a rival Sith sect on Csilla, attacking Pantora—even when Darth Ophidia came to him, seeking his aid in removing the signs of her existence. Knowing he was being used, he agreed almost immediately, so long as she agreed to help make him seem to be dead and gone in return. In the doing of her task, he rose up in open rebellion against a member of the Dark Council...and disappeared for a time, 'killed' by his first apprentice, thought dead amongst both the Sith and the wider galaxy.
It was years before he reappeared, for an instant when the New Imperial Order attacked Bastion, disappearing again before finally reappearing as the New Jedi Order prepared to fend off the Brotherhood of the Maw. By this time, he seemed finally to have grown to his truest self as a Sith Lord—just as possessive of the galaxy as many others, but still with the mind of a scientist and a philosopher, not a consumer and destroyer. He revealed the ways that had saved souls of Csilla from the ravenous maw of Lord Voracitos, aided Jedi Master Asmundr Varobalder in regaining his sight—and made his grand reentrance to the galactic stage as Darth Solipsis attempted to shatter reality itself on Tython, calling forth spectres of the angry dead to protect the planet, or the ghosts of those dear to the defenders to bolster and encourage them.
Since then, his ship has been continually moving in deep space, rarely stopping in one place for any length of time. The galaxy is a great reserve under his vision, expanded far beyond the mortal body that is nearly constantly held in a bacta tank, relying on the healing liquid and his own alchemical creations to keep it whole and sustained while his focus is not on it directly, and funneling away the poisons that are created of the unholy mixture as it constantly rots away as it is replenished. Life itself is a great experiment, one that he intends to observe and take notes on for eternity, if he may—and he will not allow anyone to jeopardize it. The variables and the field are already set, and no change to it can be allowed.