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Trodaí Narat iv-Adas (Darth Akheron)

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Real Name: Trodaí Narat iv-Adas (Tru-die)

A.K.A: Darth Akheron, Lord Of Wrath and Rage, Lord-Captain

Homeworld: Korriban, Ziost (raised)

Species: Sith Pureblood, Mainline Massassi


Physical Description

Age: 40

Height: 6'2 or 6'4 with armor

Weight: 230lb or 240lb in armour

Hair: None, Bald

Eyes: Yellow (Pupil-less), exclusive to his subspecies, Trodaí possesses large glowing yellow eyes...eyes which do not display details such as pupils or whites of any sort—instead the yellow seems to cover the whole of each eye. Above and below both eyes, are symmetrical tattooed lines that seem to give off a eerily yellow glow, as if they have a life of their own. Deep Black (Darkside).

Sex: Male


Typical of any average adult , Trodaí displays the characteristic bloodred skin of his species, and the distinctive facial spurs prominent in all members of the species however unlike other castes, and like all massassi he also features a fierce, predatory profile, sharp bone spurs that protrude over his body in various locations—especially the elbows, a pair of tendrils that hang from his cheekbones, and cartilaginous eyebrow–stalks that cover his eyes. He also exhibits a simian mouth, small nose and ears, and a slightly receding chin. Like other Tjsis, Trodaí also shares the trait of having triple–digits on each of his hands and feet.


Body is heavily scarred...marked with scars gained from various combat altercations that adorn is body....a fact he is fiercely proud of and is unashamed to admit having or even showing.





Trodaí is surprisingly unlike alot of massassi and breaks the common mold in that he is a highly intelligent, courteous, calculating and influential individual who retains a certain arrogance born of his noble heritage. This often confuses his enemies and friends alike as sometimes he acts dumber than he actually is to gauge a certain reaction in a attempt to see what they are thinking.


Trodaí often prefers a more violent resolution to a conflict, viewing politics as somewhat tedious and dull when compared to the violence and thrill of the battlefield to which he is accustomed however he is not above other options should they be available to him, and will be very diplomatic if need be. He makes careful use of visions of the future of which he is naturally attuned too, viewing them as warnings not to be ignored or taken lightly.


Trodaí has a violent temper which may switch on and off in the blink of an eye and as such those who anger him are quick not to do so again for fear of his wrath and what he may do. Usually however he exerts a calm, philosophical, respectful if fatherly demeanor and is very untrusting of the Jedi or other Force sects.


He is absolutely fearless, viewing death as nothing but a inconvenience and a obstacle to overcome...a fact which has only further been enforced since he went to Chaos and returned, as such he looks forward to the day a worthy adversary ends his life that he may again triumph over death and revel in overcoming it. Trodaí only recently has taken the stance and holds firm that building mutual respect and trust form stronger relationships and loyalties than violence or fear however he is not above using such methods should it suit his needs, viewing them as powerful tools of persuasion in his arsenal. To this extent, he exerts a air of dominance over those under his command, partly to keep them in check and partly to maintain discipline but he is always open to any suggestions or criticism from his soldiers should it be of value. Driven to perfect his mastery of the Force and the Saber, Trodaí is always seeking new knowledge to improve his already considerable power. This became even more evident after Faust killed him and he was resurrected by the force who did him the service of showing how weak he was in and thus he has gone to great length's to seek greater knowledge. T is of the mind that the Sith Code is superior to the Jedi Code, and he is deeply devout in his belief of that fact. Any who dare to question his beliefs in detail quickly find themselves at the wrong end of his temper.


In addition, Trodaí draws fully upon the Darkside of the Force, his natural affinity for it helped by his race natural symbiotic relationship with it. He holds that the Dark Side is not corrupting by nature, but it does consume and overwhelm those that are neither mentally, nor physically prepared to use it properly. He takes each day in his stride and has become increasingly more at ease with the more political applications of his job detail as head of his clan, yet he has never lost his edge nor thrill for the battlefield. Karys is often seen on the front lines among the troops or other sith. Leading the charge, Trodaí is ever at the frontlines against any enemy who threatens the Sith Order and any allies who support them.




Clothing or Armor:


Korriban's Carraig - In basic it means 'Korriban's Rock' and is a medium set of Krayt Dragonhide dyed the same color as his crushguant. Given as a gift from one of the sorcerers of Clan Brasganu. The armour is alchemically altered to withstand saber strikes and reflect blaster bolts, and is designed as a full set that includes a full face mask and a set of razor sharp, panther like claws on one hand that make up the crushgaunt gauntlet.


Black Dyed Shell Spider Silk Hooded Robes - Worn underneath his medium armour set.




Korriban's Lasair - Roughly translated it means 'Korriban's Flame' in the ancient sith language. Created from a hollowed out maalras tooth, taken from a deceased specimen when Trodaí was attacked deep within the Onderonian jungle after his return from captivity after his last lightsaber was taken by the Jedi, Sandy Sarna upon his capture. 


Forged from feelings of lost pride, emotional pain, physical pain, hate and wrath it is a potent weapon.Trodaí can from it pull the wrath, rage and with it,  hatred and pain to draw upon for the strength to win. Likewise as result the saber itself produces a blade that burns almost to the point of losing cohesion, a crimson red blade that 'burns' like fire in every sense of the word. Even going so far as to cause hot sensations to run through the body though the blade itself does not burn...more or less.


Trodaí Fury - Originally a alchemically treated dark armoured prosthetic arm and leg. After having lost his original, left arm and leg during a confrontation with a dark trooper during one of the early conflicts between the Imperial Remnant and the newly formed Sith Empire, Trodaí was forced to find suitable replacements. Taking advantage of the Sith Sorcerers, Trodaí commissioned useful replacements.


Recently Darth Akheron underwent a ritual performed by the Krath Inmortos called the Baptism Of Blood which not only increased his Rage but also severely altered these prosthetic limbs. As a unintended side effect of the ritual, his prosthetic limbs were subjected to some changes. The ritual went about bending, breaking and remolding his prosthetic arm and leg, molding new flesh with bone over and through the imbued metal. What resulted was a Starkiller like razor sharp appendage along the arm and a replacement leg. Akheron's hand became encased nearly all in lightsaber resistant, imbued Sith metal that allows him to stab or slash while his upper arm is of flesh blended to the remaining metals. His prosthetic leg is much like his upper arm, flesh and metal. 


Anord Scorpion -  Chaos Scorpion. A ornate looking songsteel sith sword, given to Trodaí, as a gift during his sabbatical after spending time with and eventually joining the Sith affiliated Clan Brasganu who elevated him to become one of their Lord-Captain's in their fleet of ships, the sword was  given to mark the occasion. Held on his belt next to his prosthetic leg.


Rindreáil Anam - Rindreáil Anam or Soul Render in basic is a recent addition to collection. A Limnal Blade given as a gift in the deep depths of the Naboo Abyss from the Krath, Inmortos. It has not left his side since.



Common Inventory: Bacta Patches, Com-link, A99 Aquata breather, Compressed air Grappling spike launcher, Nutrient capsules, Glowrods.



Faction Information


Force Sensitive


Alignment: Lawful Evil


Current Faction Affiliation: Sith, Clan Brasganu


Current Faction Rank: Sith Master (Sith Warrior-Cold Mind/Wisdom Of The Blade)




Force Side: Dark


Trained by: Raynuk Montar, Emily/Darth Eris, Sheog The Mad


Trained Who: Nok Morliss (partial), Solus 'The Dragon'


Known Skills:


Proficient Martial Artist: Taught since he could crawl to fight, Trodaí is a honed killing machine that has made killing a art form and is proficient in the ancient fighting arts of his kind. His body is a living weapon capable of breaking bone, muscle and joints and he is acutely aware which pressure points on a body to damage as to efficiently, ruthlessly and affectively kill his targets.


-Ambidexterity: Equally adept with both the right and left hand when using most weapons he carries in them no matter what they are.


-Awareness: Can perceive his environment and what's going on around him. Just as many of his race his known to have very acute senses compared to the senses in Humans as well— particularly in his hearing.


- Endurance/Stamina: Years of 'conditioning' has made Trodaí capable of taking large amounts of punishment that most would wince at.


Proficient Survivalist: Trodaí is proficient and well versed in survival tactics, natural medicines, poisons derived from plants and in how to survive in the wild for days on end.


Guerilla Warfare & Regular Warfare Tactics: Trodaí has been taught a variety of tactics, taught to teach him one thing...how to kill. Be that without the enemy ever knowing what hit them or if they do.


Spiritual State & Meditation:

Sundered Heart

Cold Mind

Darkest Self

Wisdom Of The Blade

Forging The Way

Boundless Slaughter

The Onyx Mirror

The Hunt


Warrior Abilities:

Mantle Of The Warrior

Rapacious Pursuit

Revile The Weak


Reservoir Of Rage

Immolating Presence

Frigid Demeanour

Skin Of Steel

Monstrous Bulwark

The Indifference Of Titans

Ecstasy of Fire

Saint Of Blades

Sawblade Strike


Fist Of The Mountain

Morbid Curiosity

Rise And Fall

Blade Dance

Legacy Reborn

Tremor Impact

Shatter The World

Advance Of The Conquerors

Warchant Of Hatred


Lightsaber & Force Abilities:

Shii-Cho (Intermediate)

Juyo/Vaapad (Proficient) - Karys has been spending the last several years developing it into a potent hybrid variant, mixing it with Massassi-Raka...his people's brutally efficient martial art making the form that much more unpredictable, powerful and chaotic to those unused to seeing it.

Basic Force Abilities such as Speed, Push/Pull, Telekinesis, Jump etc. (Proficient)

Force Sense (Proficient)

Force Sight (Proficient)

Force Grip/Choke (Proficent)

Force Crush (Proficient)

Force Rage/Hatred (Intermediate)
Force Fear/Horror (Proficient)

Force Vision/Farsight (Untrained/Involuntary)

Telepathy (Intermediate)



Background: Few details are known about Trodaí Narat-iv-Adas, and he prefers it that way at least until the time is right. Trodaí  Narat-iv- Adas was born to the Clan Lord Uryu Kallig iv-Narat, and his mother Dóiteáin Sekat iv-Adas, leading members of the Adas clan and inheritors of the leadership mantle. Both were members of one of the near extinct races of pureblood Tjsis and of one of the few clans, which had survived each attempt to destroy them millenia ago and since then, thus one of the few spared of extinction proving yet again how resilient the race really was at survival despite the apparent conception that they were all dead. A misconception which is preferred as it keeps away most prying eyes from their remote villages and settlements around the galaxy, any that do get too close often find themselves made 'guests' and are never seen again often becoming slaves to those in the political circles of the clans or being forced to fight in the arena against various dangerous wildlife or even sometimes massassi and kissai themselves.


Trodaí was born a few years before the start of the war between the first incarnation of the empire and the alliance, a time when Luke Skywalker still lived. The young prince is one of nobility, and grew up in a time when the galaxy was ravaged by war, the Alliance and Empire were just starting to crumble at the hands of the A'rachtar, and darker clouds still loomed on the horizon.


As a youth, Trodaí began his training in combat at the early age of 7 in a spartan-esque regime designed to weed out the weak and create strong, capable massassi warriors among the clan that would one day reclaim their right and heritage as part of the Sith Order and be assimilated into the imperium. Failure was not a option should he starve or be horribly beaten by a bamboo or metal rod and as a result due to such training he became a proficient swordsman and martial artist capable of stopping even the most powerful foes, it proved to many that he was perhaps to be the one whom would remake the blood pact between the sith and them one day and many came to know him by other names 'soulless one' being but one of these as was it often commented he was ruthless and showed no pity or mercy to his foes. No doubt due to his heritage and bloodline. Under the tutelage of Kaleval Narat iv-Adas, his cousin, a man whom was jealous of his success but forced to tutor him none the less, Trodaí was inducted into the politics of the clan at the young age of 19 and learnt a great deal. A ceremony was held on Korriban at the Palace of the City of Ur, a hidden city upon the planet that was based deep in the volcanic mountains and made almost inaccessible to outsiders. It was there that Trodaí was given one of the unholy crushgaunts said to have been used by Adas, to have been imbued and forged by him called 'Anord' in sithese or in basic was understood to mean 'Chaos' sending chills down many spines.


Despite his rash and headstrong behavior, Trodaí has become a renowned warrior for many years. One of his more famed exploits was counterattacking a group of invading A'rachtar and keeping them from entering the city.


It was during this time that Trodaí met the youngest daughter of a Kreshh, the sorceress Gealach Sadow iv -Hekk. Over the years, they grew close as friends, and then romantically. They were very much in love with one another. But, eventually Trodaí would question whether the two of them were ready to be together. Trodaí would abruptly end the relationship so Gealach could focus on her magical studies and he could focus on his commitments. Shortly after, they would agree to rekindle their romance, but this was during the beginning of the recently ended Empire/GA war that would change both of their lives forever.


Trodaí was away on Dromund Kaas in another of the hidden cities sorting out some political rivals and worries when he got word of Korriban's destruction. This was the beginning of the end, when he heard of it and of how his love had been stolen from him he snapped. All within the city were witness to the horror he unleashed as the darkside took hold for the first time, completely unrestrained, un-trained and unfocused he went on a rampage in a trance like state, his eyes pitch black and his heart filled with blood-lust towards whomever got in his way. His was enough to disturb even his enemies and his roar was so blood curdling and deep that it was more potent than the loudest battle drum. Those that survived knew he would never be the same, and they were right. He soon took a ship and disappeared from the sight of the clans, at least for now.


Trodaí used his time learning the language of the galaxy and eventually took on a mercenary role throughout the rest of the war. When a truce was called he simply returned to a now rebuilt Korriban, but it was just not the same as he remembered it. It was during his return he also learnt that Ziost had gone silent but none of the clans had checked to discover it's true fate as of yet. Seeking guidance and a means to stem his growing rage he entered the tomb of Adas restored much like how he had previously remembered it. He was answered by the spirit and it was then he was told and learnt of his ancestry by stumbling by the former Dark Lord Adas, as his force ghost told of how Trodaí was special. Although not descended from him directly, he was told they still in a way shared blood by way of extended family members and that he was prophesied to one day become a force to be reckoned with. That the day had come to reclaim his blood-right and seek out the inheritor's of his people's power in the sith.


It was this that sparked his journey, for he searched for the sith and it is this which brought him to Coruscant. For he had heard word they had been seen there. His instincts were proven right when he was taken under the wing of Raynuk Montar otherwise known as Darth Quietus in the presence of the then Dark Lord, Furion. Eventually Raynuk entered a coma...not once but twice entrenching feelings of betrayal from the young apprentice. On the second coma however Trodaí forgave his former master, a mistake perhaps on his part, and placed him in cryogenic stasis aboard a stolen ship while he searched out a replacement tutor. This quest was cut short by the plans of Vladimir Faust or Darth Luciferian when he tried to destroy the galaxy and create a wound in the force, in the end he fought alongside the Jedi in a temporary truce and was present when Onderin Starlisk and Darex Travelian defeated him, however he died shortly before their victory over him. Yet this was not to be his end...the force resurrected young Trodaí and thrust him back into Emily/Darth Eris life after a brief first encounter aboard the casino liner Shadow's Gambit a few months earlier. After a rocky start he begun his ascension among the sith anew when she accepted him as her new apprentice.


The apprentice did not last long. After being delayed by those seeking to collect on the Force-User bounty, expert hunters, Trodaí found himself late for a scheduled meeting with her....suffice to say his apology was not accepted. He found his body ripped apart inside by telekinesis in punishment and sent to chaos again. But his journey never ended there, in fact it was a new start. A better start.


When his spirit escaped Trodaí found himself not where he once was but aboard a space yacht belonging to a Hutt. A powerful Hutt who held great power in the Force he found. Sheog The Mad. After a little nudging, Trodaí lived again and was soon taken to his homeworld, Korriban. It was here his true rebirth came about.


Again a apprentice, this time to Sheog, Trodaí learnt more than he ever had before. Or so he felt. Sheog revealed to him his true nature, destroying his previous saber and explaining what loss could do...when his father was killed during a trial set by the Hutt. The loss tormented Trodaí and it was only upon the words of Sheog's underling...Hayley Fieldgrey and the hutt himself that the massassi awoke from his torment and pain, using it as a draw. Upon the volcanic peak of a mountain, Karys unleashed his feelings and molded a new lightsaber. One that was him, crafted from a tuk'ata claw.


As time went so did Trodaí grow with his new saber at his side, under his new masters tutelage and unorthodox methods. Making new allies in the most unlikely of ways until eventually he was sent to Myrkr where without the force both he  and Hayley were forced to survive, with Hayley herself loosing an eye in the process. On that volatile planet, whilst battling first vornskr and then pirates...Trodaí and Hayley soon learnt the lesson Sheog was giving them. To find their own strength so that they were able to carry on if the Force abandoned them.


Soon after the two eventually were able to escape and again were sent on another trial. This time to hunt a Jedi and fight them. If successful Trodaí was promised a position long denied him...he would be reborn a Sith Lord and as such be viewed a proper sith in the eyes of the Order and his. He made a silent promise, he would do all in his power to ensure his success and repay Sheog for the debt he felt he now owed.


Several years later, now dubbed Darth Akheron, Trodaí died during one of the many Sith campaigns...for several more years he remained that way. That was until for reasons unknown, the force saw fit to let him free of Chaos again in unknown surroundings. He had no memory of how he died of the events surrounding it, only with the Darkness calling to him, willing him to seek answers to his Wrath. And how to truly control it. 


Leaving soon after acquiring a new ship, weapons and reconstruction of a lightsaber, Darth Akheron began a vast sabbatical across the stars. For years more he went place to place, never staying still for long. He searched the darkest corners of the universe...all in his search. Spending time with various cults and dark groups. Time made him wise, humbled him as he undertook The Hunt. Eventually many old tendencies fell to the wayside as he found new purpose when he encountered the Sith affiliated Clan Brasganu, who helped shape his new beliefs about the nature of the force and his role in things. They even named him a Lord-Captain in their fleet. Despite all this, his loyalty to the Sith remained and his Wrath was a constant, a beast in need of feeding. Soon enough and the Darkness redirected him again.


Ths time back to the heart of the Sith. Back to Onderon, at least for now. It seemed Darth Akheron's time to return had come.


Ship Registration


Name: The Ahriman


Class: Assault Starfighter


Model: Preybird Class Starfighter


Manufacturer: Sorusuub Corporation (original designer), Cavrilhu Pirates (manufacturer after 19 ABY)


Length: 21 meters


Armaments: Heavy laser cannons (2)


Concussion missile launchers (2; 1 fore, 1 aft)


5 concussion missiles each, standard load


Armor: Hull: 6'' Cortosis Ore


Anti-Personnel Defenses: DNA/Retinal Scanner, Droid: B1 Battle droid 'Thamuz' (also serves as gunner)


Appearance: Black


Modifications: Lightweight foils, 2 dual fire linked laser cannons (modification one for either side of ship)

Edited by Karys Narat iv-Adas




 "Only in my pain, did I find my will. Only in my chaos, did I learn to be still. Only in my fear, did I find my might. Only in my darkness, did I see my light." - Darth Akheron


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