Darth Vyrix
Character
BASIC.NAME: Saundor
TITLES: Lord Vyrix
The Ascended
SPECIES: Energy Vampire
AGE: 572
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 2 m
BODY TYPE: Athletic
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
VOICE SAMPLE: Ramin Karimloo
FORCE SENSITIVE: Confirmed
LANGUAGES: Basic, Anzat
STRENGTHS.
Parasite: Like the monsters of old, Vyrix draws his nutrients at the expense of others, draining life forces of poor victims via bite. Some victims merely find their energy temporarily sapped, taken into Vyrix’s person for his own. Those are the lucky ones. Still others find themselves losing themselves entirely, serving Vyrix further as mindless zombies. As terrifying as being fed upon is, those who find themselves a meal of Vyrix have it easy. His mentalism can make the process almost painless, something one would seldom remember if he so chose. Others aren’t as fortunate.
Pedicure for a King: Retractable, serrated claws being one of the perks of his people, even without a proper weapon, Vyrix is never unarmed.
Superior Being: Accelerated senses, heightened speed and strength, seemingly endless lifespan, Vyrix has all the time he could want in the world and the resources to live as he pleases. This most certainly isn’t a being that’ll go down easy in a fight. He’s well aware of this. And while he’s not one to shy away from a challenge he deems worthy, he’s not out there looking for a fight.
Font of Youth: Having been around for centuries and will likely continue to do so for many more, Vyrix seems almost untouched by time. Should one displease him, he could very well lock them up and ‘forget’ about them for a decade or two. It’s no difference to him.
WEAKNESSES.
Arrogance Becomes Him: Pride incarnate, there is nothing above Vyrix’s stature. If anything, there are perhaps a handful of beings somewhat close to being considered equals. That list, however, has decimated as the centuries go on.Over-Reliance on the Force: When something’s worked well enough for you for centuries, why should you change a thing? As far as Vyrix’s concerned, anything he can’t achieve with the Force is hardly worth his time. This leaves him horribly vulnerable to those resistant to his mentalism, an it’s a risk he hasn’t quite recognized as a legitimate threat.
Communication is Key: Centuries of having nearly unparalleled mentalism at his disposal has led Vyrix to use said powers, to the point in which few have had the privilege of hearing his actual voice. As one who favors telepathy over audible speech, his words are easily lost to those resistant to such methods. At the same time, his own voice has grown weak from lack of practice.
PERSONALITY.
Quite possibly one of the most pompous beings that one could ever have the privilege of meeting, he’s absolutely the type to drain the energy out of a person first for a mere lack of competence. As far as he’s concerned, he’s the definition of perfection, and he expects the fearful reverence befitting a god as himself from all he encounters, regardless their rank. All other beings are but offerings to stave his ever-present hunger, their bodies but vessels rather than actual people. There is no tolerance for fools in Vyrix’s court. One either submits or they are disposed of, both of which are a plus for him. 
BACKSTORY.
In his youth, Saundor was told he was destined for great things. The solmen boy was a quick study, quiet yet perceptive. Yet he lacked the empathy and compassion deemed necessary for a ‘proper hero’. Which worked just fine. A life of predation far suited the parasite far more than any grand crusade for the light.
His teachers were eager to take the man under their wing, to teach him their malevolent secrets. They thought they were creating something grand, something that would strike terror in those who dared oppose them. An enforcer to do their bidding with deadly efficiency. On the surface, he was charming albeit aloof. Deep down, or perhaps not as deep as one would expect, lie a predator of the highest caliber. They got what they wished, at least until the monster of their design made a meal of them.
Official reports would say his masters died by natural causes and unfortunate accidents, but there was little question what truly happened. Saundor ascended the ranks, making meals of his enemies, subjugating those who dared not challenge him. Already a mental powerhouse, he squashed thoughts of rebellion before they could take root, he bent wills to his design. No longer did he waste his time with charming the masses, nor did he suffer the whims of fools. His reign was unrelenting, unforgiving as he set his sights on grander visions. He was practically a god, all that was left was for him to properly ascend.
And so Saudor set his sights on the cusps of ascension. Already of a long-lived people, already in possession of powers some would only dream of tasting, he needed but the recognition and true immortality. He threw himself into research, stopping only occasionally for meals only to jump right back in. It was a good decade before he thought he’d made true progress, that his ascension was on the horizon. In his years hung up on his mission, he didn’t think to be weary of those who served him, particularly those who demonstrated an immunity to his particular abilities. After all these years, so close to proper ascension, what did he have fear?
It was in this moment he’d know betrayal. Those who he thought to be his followers turned out to be only biding their time waiting until it was a proper time to strike. Saudor, now known to his followers as the Lord Vyrix, didn’t see it coming, something he’d sorely regret. While he was deemed too powerful to kill, even with the handicap or his opponents’ mental resistance, they found it in themselves to seal the monster away, waiting for centuries until once more he was awakened. And that time is now.
Vyrix slumbers no more.