"It is a frightening thought that man also has a shadow side to him, consisting not just of little weaknesses- and foibles, but of a positively demonic dynamism. The individual seldom knows anything of this; to him, as an individual, it is incredible that he should ever in any circumstances go beyond himself. But let these harmless creatures form a mass, and there emerges a raging monster; and each individual is only one tiny cell in the monster’s body, so that for better or worse he must accompany it on its bloody rampages and even assist it to the utmost" - Carl Jung.
Part 1: Ego
"Men are so simple and yield so readily to the desires of the moment that he who will trick will always find another who will suffer to be tricked." - Niccolò Machiavelli
Manifesto
I was raised in a travelling carnival. Carnivals are as my infant mind could only barley comprehend symbiotic entities. Those who partake in their dalliances and distractions are allowed to make the transition between reality and the fiction peddled by the ringmaster and his troupe. In return for this the carnival folk gain the lucre needed to finance their operations and thus this cycle continues in perpetuity.
However some would vouch that the carnival is no more than a parasite - all it offers is ephemeral sensations and gaudy knickknacks in return for the cold hard credits that serve as the lifeblood of civilization. In this respect the Sith are no different , dangling the illusion of security they strip the populace of freedom and dignity.
This is where the warlocks and my family begin to diverge. The carnival draws rubes to it through enticing promises, whereas the Sith must use the art of supernatural violence and the terror that it instills. This method then serves to sour the security that they later offer to the populace tainting all benefits offered by such an arrangement.
Of course none of this would matter if the Sith had unlimited power to retain the control they so desire. But in a universe such as ours this is the height of naivete and fanciful dreams. Each sorcerer is shackled to the limits of mortality, each mage will find that his life's well has run dry well before the flames of adversity have burned out.
To walk this road only leads to the pitchfork wielding mob hammering on ones door, better to be as the carnival offering only the candy and not the lash even if the candy is in the end poison. People will come back to next year wishing for another taste and ready to gorge themselves all the same.
Methods
"I have the power to do that which my KA desireth to do. My Heart-soul shall not be kept a prisoner in my body" - Papyrus of Ani
I want to enter this great game. To integrate myself seamlessly into the great machine that makes up the politics of the Sith. However to be taught in the manner of the acolyte is to leave myself open to the crucible that leeches away self and distills my essence into the model tool for the elder players. I will join on my own terms and if I become a integral part of the system then it is because of my own machinations and not of others.
And so I sit before the wizened gnome. Tulgah are not pleasant on the eyes and this particular specimen even less so than normal. Bleary cataracts cover his eyes and his antlers are gnarled like an ailing tree.
I speak and the words feel like ash on my tongue.
"Magus you no doubt already know what I desire. I have but one request and that is to act among Sith as an equal. Yet I do not wish to live the life of a sycophant under the yoke of a depraved master. Surely there must be an alternative if one is willing to pay the price."
The laugh is hideous. The wheezing could just as easily be the sound of noxious fumes escaping the rotting inards of a corpse.
"My my girl, you think just because I deign to travel with your fathers carnival that I will acquiesce to your wishes?"
He pauses for a few seconds breathing in a labored fashion.
"Well you are in luck. I shall take your request as a challenge, and one that with my precognitive talents I have already bested. What you require is two spells. One of which I shall teach you now and the other which I shall preform on you myself."
In my minds eye I see the acolyte break the acrobats neck. He tightens his hand though there is only air between his fingers then twists. Her head jerks sideways and there is an abhorrent cracking that will haunt my nights forever. Snapping from my momentary ruminations I nod affirmation to the diminutive mystic.
I endure the pain of the ritual, only crying out only after the ectoplasmic tide rushes into my mouth cutting off air long enough to choke on the spectral vapors.
After I compose myself again he tells me the words to the spell.
As I speak the sacred incantation the words are as honey. I don't even notice as my psyche breaks and another self is formed.
Part 2 : Super Ego
"Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians." - Muhammad Iqbal
NAME: Alliat Xaphon
FACTION: One Sith
RANK: Stateswoman
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 28
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 5,8
WEIGHT: 64kgs
EYES: The blue of a perfect sky.
HAIR: Platinum Blonde to the point of being white.
SKIN: A perfect alabaster (The product of cosmetic surgery)
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
Eldritch Gifts (Strength): Alliat is capable of casting two particular spells that would normally be far above the abilities of a regular darkside adept.
Damaged Vessel (Weakness): Due to the same arcane tampering that allowed Alliat the use of these two workings they are now the ONLY two force abilities that she may use.
Orator (Strength) : Alliat excels at public speaking. This is frequently used to sway the minds of whomever will listen to her views on whatever topic is at hand.
Despoiling Ambition (Weakness) : Ambition is the child of desire and desire leads to foolish actions. This can cause the normally composed Alliat to make grave errors.
APPEARANCE: Alliat is fortunate enough to be blessed by natural good looks, these have been augmented with aesthetic surgeries in order to eliminate any small blemishes that might remain. Relatively normal in both height and weight for a human female Alliat can if she wishes blend in with a crowd in most civilized habitats. Favoring formal and reserved clothing that give her an air of professionalism it is rare to see the stateswoman outside anything other than a black suit and sensible shoes.
Part 3 : ID
"Kiss the Queen of Qelipot, listen to the serpents voice Sitra Ahra" - Therion
Form
Black is he who is split from the fractured maiden.
Massive and hulking in shape his hide drips with putrid nectar.
A single baleful eye looks out from beneath the crown of horns which anoint his head and the bone husk which encases his skull.
One arm is formed in herculean image while the other is a mass of writing tentacles thick as the bodies of asps.
From his mouth pours flame and yet far worse things still.
Those who turn the third eye upon the beast will see only the abyssal black of a forbidden nexus.
As an djinni he hovers lower body flickering in and out of existence like the tides.
Purpose
Chemok is at once both dagger and bulwark. Not truly alive he speaks the words that his other self will not acting as a conduit for all that is vile within Alliat.
Nature
When asked of his origin the spirit will give many answers.
" I was once venerated by men as Typhojem, millions were sacrificed to state my thirst for blood and now I come to reclaim my kingdom."
" I am the shade of Marka Ragnos returned from beyond the pale following my apotheosis. I was once Dark Lord and I shall be so again."
" I am the spawn of Sel-Makor too cunning for Vitate to trap within his coils. Each day I metamorphose and thus come closer to attaining my true form."
All of these are lies. Chemok is a force wraith created by infusing Alliats psyche with a old and obscure Sith spell. This however does not detract from the danger such an entity can pose even to an experienced force user. Alliats powers continue to grow and so to does Chemok. Whats more Alliats psyche is not in a healthy state as it is and there is always the chance of another mental fragment breaking away and forming another wraith perhaps even worse than the last...