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Damarius Stone


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Aliases: Aurion Skarr (Birth name), Reaper, Skarr

Homeworld: Wild Space, Morellia (Savareen, second life.)

Species: Morellian-Kage (Dark-skinned)

Alignment: Neutral



Physical Description

Age: 28

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 210

Skin: Dark

Hair: Prussian Blue

Eyes: Grey

Sex: Male


Faction Information

House: Vhassar, the Golden Son

Current Faction Affiliation: Black Sun, Blademasters.

Current Faction Rank: 

Alignment: ---

Former Faction Affiliation: Jedi Guardian

Former Faction Rank: Jedi Knight (Lost)



Trained by: Hou-Jo Poleb (Master), Seraphim (Knight), Master Ession (SJK), Aryian Darkfire (Jedi Master / Councilmember)

Trained who: ---






Below the belt of the Savareen sun, there have always been those blessed with the power of spirituality and foresight. The only son of aging trinket peddlers, Zrahu did not realize his gift until his parents had already succumbed to a wasting sickness, leaving the young, traumatized boy to fend for himself across the dispersed cities of Savareen. He read fortunes in the gutter, for a coin or scraps of bread. He sculpted a hustle in order to keep his head above water, and watch others deeply to imitate their way of live. As his premonition proved more and more accurate, his reputation grew. He used his second sight to where targetable men and women could be found, or how the cards would lay in games of chance at the local bazaars. Soon, he began to receive patrons dressed not in dirtied sandals, but jeweled slippers.


However, for all this, Zrahu could never see his own destiny. His future was hidden.

Increasingly disillusioned with his success, he noted the common disparities of wealth, and witnessed those unhappy with their lives acting out in spiteful violence against one another. It was apparent to him that people were bound up in a never-ending cycle of pain, often of their own making, and no hopeful prophecy seemed able to break it. Zrahu himself soon felt nothing but a sense of emptiness, finally relinquishing his mortal possessions and leaving his home-city for good on the coattails of professed Jedi.


This too, did not last long. Learning what he could, he disappeared and returned to the place that called to his heart. For years, he roamed the land, from the trackless wastes of the lesser civilizations to the ruins of plunder and riches. By distancing himself from others, he was alone with his thoughts at last. He divined not just how callous people could be, but also how corrupt the world might yet become. Feverish visions began to plague his waking hours, along with otherworldly whispers of war and strife, and endless suffering. He wandered far, until the sands turned to salt. He could not know that he had arrived in Crowvale, a lost city ravaged in the wars of a bygone age off the coast of the Pnakotic Coast. There, gazing into the depths of a ragged abyss, Zrahu opened his unsteady mind, desperate for understanding and came across a remarkably uncanny community. This was a hell he was vastly unprepared for. The people were gluttonous to their core, provisioned by the barest of minimums. In his attempt to save a friend, he had lost more than just a life..



The story of Skarr begins now.





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