Zeahl the Mistake

[Zeahl]

"Power is my mistress. I have worked too hard at her conquest to allow anyone to take her away from me."
— Napoleon Bonaparte

Name: Zeahl
Faction: None
Rank: None
Species: RakGhoul Fiend (NekGhoul)
Age: Forgotten
Sex: Male
Height: 7'2
Weight: 178kgs.
Eyes: A Hideous Blot of Grey
Hair: A Crown of Ingrown Black Spikes
Skin: A Warped Skin of Sandstone Orange
Force Sensitive: Yes

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Strengths and Weakness:

Physical Might: Being a NekGhoul of already unusual size, Zeahl holds a great deal of physical brawn even compared to something relative to his own size.

Sith Magic Affinity: Coming from an Ancient Time, Zeahl hosts far more inclination to the ancient Sithi Magic than he does for the regular and more standardized Dark Side of the Force.

RakGhoul Command: Zeahl before his path to becoming a NekGhoul, was a RakGhoul Fiend and hosts the ability to command the lesser of his own kin, though requires time spent with the creatures to start to gain his command and hold of the creatures.

Sith Experiment: NekGhoul's are a by-product of the RakGhoul Plague, creations of the Murr Talisman and by extension Sorzus Syn, one of the Original Sith Lord. With his unique physical makeup, his body is prone and more willing to bend to the machinations of Sithie melding, vulnerable to mutation at a faster rate.

RakGhoul Plague Immunity: The latent mutation of a Rakghoul, Zhael's body is already it's living incubator and cannot succumb to the disease twice.

Light Side Vulnerability: Being the Dark Side experiment that he is, the Light Side of the force hosts a potent effect on his Physiology.

Un-Educated: Being ill-exposed to the current world, as well as having his mind Shattered by his Genesis of becoming a RakGhoul, Zeahl now holds little to no knowledge on the world or even it's basic functions.

Languages: Sith, Broken Common
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Appearance: A massive form stands taught and bare muscles ripped and etched into its flesh like some stone and chisel forged the hideous beast. It stands with defined fervour and fury as it's beady eyes bare down with passive hate as it's unnatural form shifts and moves, it's steps like the hoofed crash of fleeing horses except with none of the grace or charm as it drags over itself a long cowl, his hideous features of a gaping maw, black crown and eyes that stared deep into the abyss now vanished as darkness shrouded it, leaving left its bare body of tight sinew and warped orange flesh.

Biography:

Time, The Eroder of Eternity​

Have you ever realized that it's all forgotten. That everything you do now, everything you've ever achieved you could simply... Forget? Maybe you had a bump on the head, a bullet shot scattered your thoughts or maybe you're simply forgetful. Zeahl? He lives it. It's gone. Simple memories faded from a begotten time, his name a new amalgamation he thought up while caught in the confines of some dark damp derelict cave that he and twisted abominations called home. There are no memories left, there are no clues. Zeahl is the Forgotten. The Mistake. An Artifact to a Time that never Existed.

But now? Now the aeons and years have passed by, long lost to the caves of Etai stumbled the machinations of a ruined civilization left twisted beneath the deep caves of Etai. Rakghouls scoured the landscape, sentience was a long-forgotten word as nothing short of primal instinct fueled and drove the ravenous retches, a single NekGhoul was the only semblance of the forgotten time slowly had its memories retched and etched into the canals of a moving tide of time. Darkness consumed its life, only tiny vestiges of light from gaps in the cavernous sky that slithered that brought with it misplaced insects and scurrying rodents that feed the dwindling horde. They were the Forgotten. The Mismatched. The Mistake time decided to sweep underneath the rug and forget.

Ship: None
Kills: None
Bounties Collected: None

Sithi Magics​

— Waves of Darkness: Apprentice
— Dark Side Tendrils: Apprentice
— Fiery Energy: Apprentice
— Sith Alchemy: Apprentice