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The Red Dragon | Sith General Ommatch

Darth Gw’rchod | Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Sith Philosophy

The Prime Agent| Leader of The Immortal Shade Brothers

Darth Sensara | Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Production and Logistics

Darth Infidus | Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Military Offense

The Devilfish | Sith Apprentice

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Real Name: Jichi Ommaatch

Aliases: General Omm, The Red Dragon.

Homeworld: Korriban

Species: Trandoshan

Height: 2.1 meters

Weight: 276 lbs

Skin: Red

Eyes: Orange

Sex: Male

Force User

Alignment: Evil

Faction Rank: Sith General.

 

 

 

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Clothing or Armor: Durasteel Greaves, Alchemized Bone Helmet

Weapon: x1 Sith Dadao, x1 Sith Runic Broadsword, x2 Shortblades, x1 Lightsaber

Common Inventory: Enchanted Sith Amulet

 

 

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IDENTITY:

Real Name: Gethin’pugh

A.K.A: Darth Gw’rchod

Homeworld: Cerea

Species: Cerean

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Age: 214

Height: 6’8”

Weight: 154 lbs.

Hair: Black streaked with yellowing stained white

Eyes: Glowing yellow

Sex: Male

EQUIPMENT:

Clothing/Armor: Billowing black robe fringed in the tradition Sith red with the Sith emblem emblazoned on the base of the cowl. Beneath this robe, Gethin’pugh wears an intricate set of ancient Sith armor salvaged from the ravaged tomb of a long forgotten Force cult that was the first to fall under his leadership for resisting the ways of the Sith.

Weapon: Gethin’pugh carries a red-bladed lightsaber, the hilt of which is formed from an unidentified greenish metal covered in swirling vortex-like ridges; however, this weapon is more ceremonial than anything as Gethin’pugh prefers to choke the life out of his foes with his bony bare hands or through applications of the force.

FACTION INFORMATION:

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force User

Alignment: Lawful Evil ascribing to the tenants of the Sith Code

Faction Affiliation: Empire of The Sith

Rank: NPC Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Sith Philosophy

HISTORY:

Force Side: Dark

Trained By: Darth Crito of Alopekk

Trained Who: The Red Knights of Truth

Known Skills: Stava – Martial Arts (Expert)

Pain Based and Sensory Deprivation Interrogation (Master)

Sith Philosophy (Master)

Studying/Research (Master)

Force Powers: Speed (Master)

Shrouding/Invisibility (Master)

Choke (Expert)

Lightning (Expert)

Asphyxiation – removal of air from an area (Master)

Sense (Skilled)

Lie Detection (Skilled)

Light Side Detection (Skilled)

 

Background:

Gethin’pugh was born to Cerean refugees during a lengthy hyperspace trip. His family and fellow refugees were massacred and their ship destroyed in the midst of deep space by Darth Crito of Alopekk who had sensed Gethin’pugh’s birth and had been waiting the arrival of the ship as he manipulated the force to cause the ship to fall out of hyperspace in an empty uncharted system. Gethin’pugh was taken by Crito to be trained up as his apprentice. Under the cold, volatile, unloving watch of Darth Crito, Gethin’pugh was brought up and morphed into a Sithly master of the Dark Side, bent on serving the darkness.

While Gethin’pugh excelled in applications of the darkness in breaking others to his will, he struggled in the traditional combat ways of the Sith. It took years of ongoing training with countless masters to attain any level of combat proficiency, coming to rely on the force to guide his clumsy form. With each failure, Gethin’pugh was punished mercilessly, many times with bouts of force lightning that left him close to death each time. Over time, Gethin’pugh began to fear the punishments of failure greater than the defeat itself. The skin melting body altering dark side powers and the pain and death it inflicted on his flesh and soul left him a shell of the healthy Cerean he once was. In his place, stood a gaunt skeletal being with grotesque sinewy hair held together by the very fear of failure.

 

Eventually, Gethin’pugh proved his worthiness to the cause of the Sith, taking upon himself the name of Darth Gw’rchod. His fear of failure drove him to succeed. He would reach deeper and fight harder, drawing not upon the fear’s about him, but upon the bottomless yawning pit of his own desecrated soul. As time passed on, Gethin’pugh came to serve none other than the Dark Kingand the Sith itself, but not the Sith as an organization, but the ideology of the Sith as a whole. Soon the name Darth Gw’rchod became synonymous with fear, fear of failing the cause of the Sith and fear of the black robed enforcer Darth Gw’rchod – unholy servant of The Sith Code and The Sith Ideology. Any who dared to potentially cross that what was meant to be the Sith, dared to invite Darth Gw’rchod and his maskless black robed minions of The Red Knights of Truth into their shadowy lives; the short pitiful lives that would be stolen from their very bodies at any moment.

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Real name: Aireen -No Known Last name

Aliases: The Prime Agent, Oiaoloo’savali’saoloto

Homeworld: Onderon

Species: Human

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 105 lbs

Skin: white

Eyes: burnt red/brown

Sex Female

 

EQUIPMENT:

Clothing/Armor: Zephyr Stealth Suit when on operations. Otherwise, she wears a loose fitting set of cargo pants, a mechanics vest, and a bandana

Weapon: Duel Thigh holstered DL-18 blasters, each with a vibroblade tucked behind the holster.

FACTION INFORMATION:

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Non Force User

Alignment: Lawful Good

Faction Affiliation: Empire of The Sith

Rank: NPC Leader of The Immortal Shade Brothers

HISTORY:

Trained By: Self-taught

Trained Who: *CLASSIFIED*

Known Skills:

Frontier Survival (Expert)

Tracking (Master)

Bounty Hunting (Expert)

Hand-to-hand combat (Expert)

Sidearm marksmanship/gunslinging (Master)

Cultural Adaptation (Proficient)

Linguistics (Master)

 

History:

Aireen is the leader of The Immortal Shade Brothers, a group of elite servants of the Sith Empire dedicated to maintaining loyalty amongst the ranks of The Sith and exploring the primitive and newly acquired people’s of the Empire. Until recently, however, she did not hold this awesome title and the power that came with it. For most of her life, Aireen acted as a gun-for-hire freelance bounty hunter more often than not in the employ of various Sith Lords or the Sith Empire itself tracking down fugitives that were beyond the reach of the Sith Lords due to proprietary or the reaches of outside legal systems. Even without a connection to the force, her abilities to blend in with local cultures and adapt to their ways, allowed her to time and time again take her targets by surprise bringing them in either dead or alive.

 

Growing up, Aireen lived in a life of poverty. Her father had vanished when she was young, so Aireen took to the streets. Instead of joining the other young girls in selling their very innocence, Aileen took it upon herself to put down any that would dare to try and lay their hands, or anything else, on her or anyone she cared about. Over time, her reputation as a brutal survivor grew in the Onderonian underworld to the point that she could wander relatively freely within the dregs of society or the wilds where the beast riders roamed. There, she was called Oiaoloo’savali’saoloto or She Who Walks Freely, for her fearless nature. Eventually her work planetside allowed her to accumulate enough money to purchase her way offworld where she put her skills to work on the frontiers of the Sith Empire and beyond. Wherever Aireen went, she sought to better the cause of the lowest of the low, those who were oppressed without cause. In that, she found no better guidance than the very code of The Sith. True, she did not possess the magic that many of the Sith wizards and witches had; but she still lived her life in accordance with their guidelines. In that dedication, she became as powerful and free as those shackled by the force. As she moved onwards, punishing those who violated the code, she instilled the code in those who would listen in an effort to bring them into the freedom that she had found.

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IDENTITY:

Real Name: Nuruodo’rela’inrokini AKA Orelai

A.K.A: Darth Sensara

Homeworld: Csilla

Species: Chiss

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Age: 33

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 124 lbs.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Dark Red

Sex: Female

EQUIPMENT:

Clothing/Armor: Black leathers, boots, gloves and robe. Face always painted, hiding the signs of Force corruption underneath

Weapons: The Wicked Tongues. Two identical red lightsabers.

FACTION INFORMATION:

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force User

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Faction Affiliation: Empire of The Sith

Rank: NPC Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Production and Logistics

HISTORY:

Force Side: Dark

Trained By: Darth Vaephus

Trained Who: N/A Has never taken an apprentice

Known Skills: Lightsaber combat – Form VI (Expert)

Political Science (Expert)

Military Strategy (Expert)

Economics (Master)

Force Powers: Force Persuasion (Master)

Speed (Expert)

Force Concealment (Expert)

Telepathy (Master)

Force Empathy (Master)

Mind Control (Skilled)

Lie Detection (Skilled)

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Background:

Orelai began with nothing. Born on Csilla, Orelai grew up in a family bordering on the edge of poverty, her parents unskilled workers living from job to job. Long hours and little supervision left Orelai neglected and free to roam. Her intellect outpacing her education, Orelai spent most of her childhood with older, more privileged students at the local university. She held no illusions that they considered her a friend. Instead, she endeared herself as a partner. Orelai smuggled in contraband the university declared off limits, and the students let her hang around. She soaked up their assignments, borrowed their books, and learned everything she could from what they let her see. In this way, she managed to put together a piecemeal higher education her family could never have afforded, but unfortunately without the official degree to go with it. Not eager to remain where her birth had dumped her, Orelai took the best option for a young Chiss to improve their life: the military. Her fractured education and relentless work ethic got her a position as a low staff officer, and her eyes only looked up. She shot up the ladder, far faster than she should, even given her drive and edification. When she was promoted to captain of her own frigate, she finally puzzled out her powers.

Orelai discovered that she had the ability to “push” people. Not outright control, but when she wanted to she could open someone up to her point of view, break down their prejudices and defenses, and make them see things her way. It grew stronger when she was irritated, and soldiers had more than once turned away from her room when she was furious. When she covertly interviewed them, they claimed they couldn’t explain it, except that they had felt like she wouldn’t want to be bothered.

Eager to exploit her new ability, Orelai actively pushed people she disagreed with. Blue blood officers, stubborn codgers, and ignorant politicians all began to see things differently after spending some time with Orelai, transforming from detractors into supporters. When her term of service was done, Orelai took her ability to the next level. Politics. She soon positioned herself as an influential member of the Inrokini house, and had her eyes on the title of Aristocra. Unfortunately, power has consequences. The veins in her face and arms turned black as the dark side she’d grown so dependent on corrupted her body. She hid her affliction with make-up and concealing clothes, but rumors began to fly, and were soon confirmed. The discovery of the “shameful impurity” of being a Force sensitive combined with an investigation into her suspicious rise to power convinced her that her time in the Ascendancy was done. Sacrificing her most loyal pawns in a distraction, she fled Chiss space and made her way to the Sith Empire.

It was here that she met Darth Vaephus, an elderly Chadra-Fan who prided himself on his ability to manipulate his rivals from the shadows. In Orelai he saw a tool, and he taught her all he knew. In Sith fashion, she betrayed him upon achieving her lordship, and continued to rise in power. Her enemies squabbled and killed under her gentle touch and silken whispers, while the painted lady climbed higher and higher, eventually catching the attention of the Dark King himself.

Now she sits as a member of the Dark Council, surrounding herself with intelligent, competent non-Force users cultivated to be susceptible to her influence. She maintains her “push” constantly, the weak and suggestible finding her more and more agreeable by the second while she calmly and logically presents her point of view. An academic through and through, in her mind she is achieving a dream the chiss were too short sighted to see. The universe would be a simpler place if the simple-minded simply listened to their betters...

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IDENTITY:

Real Name: Maliba Kyro

A.K.A: Darth Infidus

Homeworld: Arkania

Species: Arkanian Offshoot

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Age: 33

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 163 lbs.

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Sex: Female

EQUIPMENT:

Clothing/Armor: Black uniform

Weapons: Profane Edict. Adjustable-length red lightsaber built into phrik gauntlet. Standard length of 1.5 feet.

FACTION INFORMATION:

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force User

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Faction Affiliation: Empire of The Sith

Rank: NPC Sith Lord of the Pyramid of Military Offense

HISTORY:

Force Side: Dark

Trained By: Darth Gor

Trained Who: Garik Doma (Current Apprentice)

Known Skills: Lightsaber combat – Form I (Expert)

Echani Martial Art (Expert)

Stava (Expert)

Teras Kasi (Master)

Military Strategy (Expert)

Military Tactics (Master)

Force Powers:

Force Telekinesis (Expert)

Tactile Telekinesis (Master)

Speed (Expert)

Detoxify Poison (Master)

Force Body (Master)

Force Heal (Master)

Shatterpoint (Skilled)

Force Jump (Expert)

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Background:

Maliba was born imperfect. One of countless Arkanian genetically modified children, Maliba numbered among the few complete failures. A quirk of her altered DNA left her without an immune system, and she was raised in a clinical environment as a result, segregated from the outside world in a sterilized hospital suite where her condition could be studied. Looked down on and disregarded by the “perfect”, pure arkanians, her only interactions were with her doctors. This, unfortunately, pushed her into an obsession regarding her physical flaws and achieving the perfection held sacred by her people. She physically trained and studied constantly, but nothing softened the looks of pity or contempt she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye. By the time she reached adulthood, she had honed herself into a physically perfect specimen apart from her genetic defects, and her mind was razor sharp. She proved her superior intelligence over and over through Holonet strategy games, and she regularly outperformed professional athletes in the hospital exercise center, though she never had the opportunity to best them in person. Yet nothing she did made people look past her flaws.

The anger and desire to belong that had driven her through childhood turned to hate and bile. It finally struck Maliba that no achievement or dedication would get her out of this bleached box of a home, or make her own species see her as anything but an imperfect curiosity. She cursed in silence, despising them. It was around this time that Darth Gor found her.

Sensing her from across space, the gamorrean Sith felt Maliba's hatred and power in the Force, and saw in her a potential apprentice, a connection between them willed by the Force itself. Calling in a favor from another Sith lord, Gor retrieved Maliba under the pretense of having her partake in a medical study. Once she'd been brought to the empire, he met with her personally. At first wary of the old gamorrean, the ideals and promises of the Sith Code soon hooked Maliba, and only a week later she formally became Darth Gor's apprentice.

The first thing he taught her was how to use the Force to purify and heal her body, wielding it to fend off the infections her genetics left her defenseless against. The technique was painful, requiring her to regularly use the Force to scour every vein in her body clean, but suddenly after decades in isolation Maliba could walk outside. Just as the Code of the Sith promised, the Force had freed her, and she'd only begun to touch the potential Darth Gor hinted at. Maliba grew in strength, taking a cue from her master and focusing on martial arts and traditional fighting styles while only mastering the basics of lightsaber combat. She learned how to let the Force push her body beyond its normal limits and keep her fighting at peak capacity long after she should have dropped unconscious. Reveling in the power and control she felt in combat, she amplified it by learning an esoteric form of Force telekinesis: tactile telekinesis, using the Force to supplement the motions and strikes of her own body. Finding she had a natural talent for the art, it gave the illusion of incredible strength. A single blow might cave in a wookiee’s chest, or snap a droid’s arm in two, or shatter a blaster rifle. As the Force made her stronger, more durable, and fiercer, she strove to test herself against anyone who would accept her challenge. She earned a reputation for playing with her foes, avoiding finishing the fight as long as possible while giving them plenty of chances to come at her, only for her to bring them down again. It wasn’t enough to beat them, she had to steal their pride in their strength away. Eventually, she had had enough of warm up fights, and challenged her master.

The duel between Gor and Maliba lasted for six hours, the Force allowing both to strain their bodies to the breaking point. Gor’s natural strength was nothing to Maliba’s Force enhanced blows, but the wily elder Sith kept up with his apprentice through cunning and skill. However, Gor’s age had robbed him of much of his endurance, and soon even the Force couldn’t keep his body going. As Maliba stood over him, and he saw the joy in her eyes at taking away his victory, he named her Darth Infidus, for she would be a Sith who savored destroying what others held sacred.

Darth Infidus rose through the ranks, her keen mind, hungry drive, and perfectionist standards keeping her a level above her fellow Sith in the battlelines. Shortly after achieving the rank of master, she caught the attention of the Dark King and was appointed as the Lord of the Pyramid of Military Offense. She still finds her greatest joy in desecrating what others worship, and her quarters are filled with the pilfered artifacts and artwork of the conquered, strewn about and vandalized. What use are values and beliefs without strength to back them? For a Sith, strength is their belief…

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IDENTITY:

Real Name: Garik Doma

A.K.A: “The Devilfish”

Homeworld: Naboo

Species: Gungan

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Age: 23

Height: 6’0”

Weight: 161 lbs.

Hair: N/A

Eyes: Yellow

Sex: Male

EQUIPMENT:

Clothing/Armor: Black uniform

Weapons: Force pike, Red lightsaber

FACTION INFORMATION:

Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User: Force User

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Faction Affiliation: Empire of The Sith

Rank: NPC Sith Apprentice to Darth Infidus

HISTORY:

Force Side: Dark

Trained By: Darth Infidus

Trained Who: N/A

Known Skills: Lightsaber combat – Form I (Skilled)

Mechanic (Skilled)

Scavenging/Salvage (Expert)

Force Powers:

Force Telekinesis (Novice)

Speed (Novice)

Force Body (Novice)

Shatterpoint (Skilled)

Force Jump (Skilled)

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Background:

Garik Doma grew up in a small village under the waters of Naboo. His village, Otoh Bomonga, sat nestled in a crevice deep beneath the surface, deeper than most other gungan communities dared to build. The village prided itself on its expert hunters who dared the depths in teams to bring down the most elusive game. Situated near one of the entrances to the planet core, the gungan hunters set trap after trap for beasts of all kinds, dragging their carcasses back up to the village amongst a cacophony of cheers. Like many, Garik Doma admired and envied the hunters. His childhood daydreams saw him as one of them, bringing down great leviathans through wit, weapon, and war cries. However, the reality didn't match up with his fantasy. Garik Doma never got a chance to be a hunter, his scrawny body making the hunters quick to dismiss him as a potential protege. Instead, Garik ended up relegated to foraging the submerged canyons and tunnels near the village, spending his days searching for algae clusters and fat, lazy eels. As days passed, with Garik gazing down into the abyss even as he scraped up green and yellow slime, something began to change. Something pulled Garik towards the darkness, something beyond a desire for adventure and glory. Garik ignored it, likening the desire to the insane urge to jump a person feels looking over a cliff. But it persisted, plaguing his dreams with visions of crushing darkness, eyes in the depths, and whispers in the water.

One morning, Garik didn't go foraging. Instead, the village hunters raised the alarm as they discovered one of their bongos missing, and Garik nowhere to be found. The hunters descended after him and searched, but found no trace of the skinny gungan. Believing that he'd gone deeper than even they were willing to go, they wrote Garik off as some monster's meal.

Four days later, a crippled bongo limped out of the deep, power flickering as the submersible listed and spun. Garik sat at the controls, hands clenched on the helm, one eye blind and the other staring blankly ahead at nothing. When the villagers pulled him out of the bongo, he came without a word, listless and limp. When they imprisoned him, he didn't protest. He barely drank, only ate when prompted, and slept only when his body collapsed from exhaustion. "Deep Mad Doma", as he came to be called, did nothing, and soon he was written off by the village as a cautionary tale and a tragedy.

Months went by, and Garik's caretakers noticed some oddities. Things outside of Garik's cell had a habit of moving, if only a few inches. Sometimes they found things in his cell he couldn't possibly have gotten. One night, they found his cell inexplicably unlocked, yet as far as they could tell Garik hadn't moved. Suspecting the mad gungan had a covert visitor, they stepped up their guard, yet they never caught anyone coming near the cell.

Then one morning the village raised the alarms again. The guard sent at the changing of the shift found Garik's cell open, and the night's guard strangled. One of the hunters' bongos was once again missing, and Garik was nowhere to be found.

Even Garik has no clear memory of what exactly happened, but he found himself near Theed days later after going through the core. A ship in the spaceport drew his attention and he wandered up to it in a daze, so oblivious he never saw the hulking human behind him stun baton him into unconsciousness.

Waking up hours later, Garik found himself in the custody of pirates, looking to make a quick profit selling an "exotic" gungan slave. On the bidding stage of the slave markets of Onderon, Garik laid eye on his future master. Darth Infidus, at the market brokering a deal for slave "recruits", sensed the dark side in Garik just as he sensed the power in her. She confiscated him on the spot.

As they looked at each other, Garik spoke.

"...Meesa gonna kill you..."

She smiled back. "Maybe, but not today."

Since then, Infidus' pet "devilfish" has been a fixture of her organization. Found wandering the halls, single eye stalk fixed in a glassy, thousand yard stare, no one knows how much the gungan sees or hears, but since taking him as her ward and apprentice Darth Infidus has developed an uncanny knack for ferreting out dissenters in the ranks. Often, Garik can be found in a dreamy, half-conscious state. Yet now and then he snaps into an insane rage for no reason, screaming wordlessly as he beats or butchers whatever poor sot happens to be nearby. To hurt him is to incur Infidus' wrath, and so most do their best to avoid the Sith master's pet gungan. Yet, those who venture close enough sometimes hear him whisper to empty air...

"...Meesa knows..."

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