NAME: Victor Dremora
FACTION: The Grayson Imperium
RANK: Witch Hunter
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
APPEARANCE:
Victor is of average height and about two hundred pounds. He is often seen in scarred phrik chain and plate mail, with a thin blue tattered robe around it. His sword is often holstered in his back scabbard, but he’s always prepared to use it. His body without armor is hardened steel, years of battling demons have made him into a tested warrior. He appears about thirty, the beginnings of time and age wearing on his face just budding. His face is covered in a poorly trimmed beard and his hair is cut short by a knife. He appears a rough and rugged Templar, out of his place and time...
BIOGRAPHY: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…
The Rakatan Empire has fallen, giving birth to a hundred new nations. Among these fledgling communities rises a order of monks. Those who seek to find balance in the light side of the force, peace in war. Life in death. They believe through mastering the light side of the force they may obtain nirvana and become bodhisattva. Masters of eternal harmony. But, among the monks there are few who see a different path to enlightenment. They choose power over synergy. Destruction over creation. They have found that a brother of the light lives among the galaxy. They see it in the very being of our nature. The great call of the dark consumes them and they become wicked in their ways. The order splits in two and now the worshippers of the taint that is dark and twisted form their cult of hatred.
The rapture took half the priest number, but still the monks of good studied in quiet contemplation the light. However as the dark cult spread a necessity for something greater than peace grew. A necessity for justice, which gave birth to an aegis. The monks saw their power and there were many among them who thought that it was impossible to reach Nirvana without using their will to protect it. To defend the weak from the hearts of wicked men. Shepherd them to green pastures and still waters. Once more the monks split and the splintered order gave birth to a new breed of warrior. They traversed across the galaxy hunting down the worshippers of the dark and evil. They were few, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for with sheer zealous strength. It was among these warrior monks that our hero resides…
Victor was but a young man when the call to arms came. He had been an astute study of the ways of the force. He often spent his time writing on his findings in hopes that others may glean some insight. He devoted himself to the light and helping others, but never had it crossed his mind that helping wasn’t enough. That he must defend as well. That is until the great rapture of his order. He watched as men and women he had studied alongside all his life do terrible things in the name of finding the key to the dark side. In their belief that power was the true path to enlightenment.
Finally when the order split and the evil doers were banished it was already too late. The followers of the dark had razed entire towns in their efforts to fuel their connection with the dark. Victor had watched the wanton destruction with wide eyes and when he asked as to what they were to do he was told nothing. The dark cult was banished from their world by the ruling forces and their light side brethren watched them leave with weary hearts. It was some time later that victor heard of his brother monks exploits across the galaxy. They had formed into a small nation that lived on passion and strength. They enslaved thousands and killed any not deemed strong enough to serve… It was through a message that not only Victor heard this, but all of his light remaining order did. Their brothers were returning with war on their heels.
A group of the monks knew they could not let them come back lest their way of life be put to an end. They rose up in arms and vowed to defend the weak and extinguish the dark flame before it could consume all. Victor was among their banners. He and his fellows crusaded heavily in the name of justice and the light. They repelled the dark and then they made a choice that would spell doom for both new orders. They decided to make sure their dark brothers did not come back. They launched a holy war against the darkness and purged planet after planet of it’s foul existence. Upon reaching the cults final bastion they prepared to do the daunting task of eradicating them. But, the crusade had thinned their numbers and while the cultists were no longer many, they were still outnumbered. They charged the temple walls and the light guided their hands. They fell many of the dark worshippers and soon would crucify even their king, self proclaimed god.
As they prepared to enter the temples unholy altar chambers the few warrior monks who had survived met no resistance. They entered the chambers to find the god king and his head priest surrounded by piles of the dead. They enacted a ritual that would see them all sent to the nether realm… The priest plunged a sacrilegious dagger into the back of the god king and as his ambrosia poured over the altar the priest uttered words of vile evil. The incantation allowed the god king to open a portal from hell itself and absorb all in the temple into its bosom. The warrior monks were sent into the aether where they would do battle with evil for all of eternity… Peace once more found the land of the living, and the monks who had sat in quiet contemplation continued their studies in harmony.
Present day…
A hell portal has opened itself upon Atrisia. Victor the last of the holy crusaders has found his way out. After millennia of battling hell spawn he once more traverses the land of the living, only to find the universe in more turmoil then whence he left it. With holy sword in hand, he will purge the universe of the dark sides taint and bring peace and justice to the land...
FACTION: The Grayson Imperium
RANK: Witch Hunter
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
- Victor, as an ancient being, is very strong in the force
- Victor’s swordsman skills are unmatched
- Victor often views even the smallest ill will a blight upon the galaxy
- Victor is from a time before flying was truly perfected, this he’s no good at it
- Victor has never used a blaster or gun before
APPEARANCE:
Victor is of average height and about two hundred pounds. He is often seen in scarred phrik chain and plate mail, with a thin blue tattered robe around it. His sword is often holstered in his back scabbard, but he’s always prepared to use it. His body without armor is hardened steel, years of battling demons have made him into a tested warrior. He appears about thirty, the beginnings of time and age wearing on his face just budding. His face is covered in a poorly trimmed beard and his hair is cut short by a knife. He appears a rough and rugged Templar, out of his place and time...
BIOGRAPHY: A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…
The Rakatan Empire has fallen, giving birth to a hundred new nations. Among these fledgling communities rises a order of monks. Those who seek to find balance in the light side of the force, peace in war. Life in death. They believe through mastering the light side of the force they may obtain nirvana and become bodhisattva. Masters of eternal harmony. But, among the monks there are few who see a different path to enlightenment. They choose power over synergy. Destruction over creation. They have found that a brother of the light lives among the galaxy. They see it in the very being of our nature. The great call of the dark consumes them and they become wicked in their ways. The order splits in two and now the worshippers of the taint that is dark and twisted form their cult of hatred.
The rapture took half the priest number, but still the monks of good studied in quiet contemplation the light. However as the dark cult spread a necessity for something greater than peace grew. A necessity for justice, which gave birth to an aegis. The monks saw their power and there were many among them who thought that it was impossible to reach Nirvana without using their will to protect it. To defend the weak from the hearts of wicked men. Shepherd them to green pastures and still waters. Once more the monks split and the splintered order gave birth to a new breed of warrior. They traversed across the galaxy hunting down the worshippers of the dark and evil. They were few, but what they lacked in numbers they made up for with sheer zealous strength. It was among these warrior monks that our hero resides…
Victor was but a young man when the call to arms came. He had been an astute study of the ways of the force. He often spent his time writing on his findings in hopes that others may glean some insight. He devoted himself to the light and helping others, but never had it crossed his mind that helping wasn’t enough. That he must defend as well. That is until the great rapture of his order. He watched as men and women he had studied alongside all his life do terrible things in the name of finding the key to the dark side. In their belief that power was the true path to enlightenment.
Finally when the order split and the evil doers were banished it was already too late. The followers of the dark had razed entire towns in their efforts to fuel their connection with the dark. Victor had watched the wanton destruction with wide eyes and when he asked as to what they were to do he was told nothing. The dark cult was banished from their world by the ruling forces and their light side brethren watched them leave with weary hearts. It was some time later that victor heard of his brother monks exploits across the galaxy. They had formed into a small nation that lived on passion and strength. They enslaved thousands and killed any not deemed strong enough to serve… It was through a message that not only Victor heard this, but all of his light remaining order did. Their brothers were returning with war on their heels.
A group of the monks knew they could not let them come back lest their way of life be put to an end. They rose up in arms and vowed to defend the weak and extinguish the dark flame before it could consume all. Victor was among their banners. He and his fellows crusaded heavily in the name of justice and the light. They repelled the dark and then they made a choice that would spell doom for both new orders. They decided to make sure their dark brothers did not come back. They launched a holy war against the darkness and purged planet after planet of it’s foul existence. Upon reaching the cults final bastion they prepared to do the daunting task of eradicating them. But, the crusade had thinned their numbers and while the cultists were no longer many, they were still outnumbered. They charged the temple walls and the light guided their hands. They fell many of the dark worshippers and soon would crucify even their king, self proclaimed god.
As they prepared to enter the temples unholy altar chambers the few warrior monks who had survived met no resistance. They entered the chambers to find the god king and his head priest surrounded by piles of the dead. They enacted a ritual that would see them all sent to the nether realm… The priest plunged a sacrilegious dagger into the back of the god king and as his ambrosia poured over the altar the priest uttered words of vile evil. The incantation allowed the god king to open a portal from hell itself and absorb all in the temple into its bosom. The warrior monks were sent into the aether where they would do battle with evil for all of eternity… Peace once more found the land of the living, and the monks who had sat in quiet contemplation continued their studies in harmony.
Present day…
A hell portal has opened itself upon Atrisia. Victor the last of the holy crusaders has found his way out. After millennia of battling hell spawn he once more traverses the land of the living, only to find the universe in more turmoil then whence he left it. With holy sword in hand, he will purge the universe of the dark sides taint and bring peace and justice to the land...
