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Character Amarok The Fang



AMAROK, THE FANG
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| Basic Information |

Species: Irrukiine

Age: 24 Galactic Standard Years

Height: 8 ft 7 in (2.62 m)

Weight: 417 lbs (189.15 kg)

Build: Muscular

Eye Color: Amber-Orange

Fur Color: Light Brown

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| Affiliation |

Faction: The Sith Order

Force Alignment: Sensitive (Dark Side)

Birthworld: Malrev IV

Homeworld: Jutrand

Occupation: Sith Acolyte/Sith Apprentice

Allegiance: Srina Talon Srina Talon | Darth Prazutis Darth Prazutis

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| Force |

Acolyte ||| ||| ||| ||| ||| Lord
Force Abilities:
Alter
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Control
Sense
Lightsaber Combat Forms:
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| Equipment & Property |

Apparel:

Equipment:
Weaponry:
  • Lightsaber [2]
Starship:
Vehicle:

Residence:

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| Character |

Strengths:

  • Raw Strength: Amarok is a hulking figure of raw strength, just like any other of his species.
  • Razor Claws: His clawed digits are razor sharp and have the ability to carve through most flesh and hide with ease.
  • Intimidation Factor: His hulking stature creates an intimidating presence wherever he goes.
Weaknesses:

  • Volatile: Just as with other members of his species, his mental state is volatile, and he can be set into a rage at a moment's notice. Not advisable for diplomacy.
  • Simple Speech: Amarok's vernacular is limited, making it so that his speech patterns and comprehension limited.
  • Massive: His hulking stature makes it difficult, and at times impossible, for him to fit into or operate in smaller spaces.
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| History |
Birth in the Twilight Jungle

Amarok entered the world amid the mist-shrouded jungles of Malrev IV, a remote Outer Rim planet steeped in the lingering corruption of the Dark Side. As an Irrukiine—four-armed, lupine humanoids renowned for their primal ferocity and volatile tempers—he was born into a large clan family of seven siblings. His father, Korrak, a battle-hardened hunter, and his mother, a shaman who communed with the planet's restless spirits, presided over a crude settlement hewn from the dense undergrowth. From his first cries, Amarok displayed an uncanny sensitivity to the Force's darker currents, his tiny form trembling with visions of ancient battles that no pup should witness. Even in infancy, his presence unsettled his kin, foreshadowing the dominance that would define his early life.

The Rise of the Litter Alpha

By age five, Amarok's innate aggression and Force sensitivity had already marked him as exceptional among his siblings. The Irrukiine way prized strength and hierarchy, and Amarok enforced it ruthlessly in their den. His elder siblings tested him in savage mock combat, only to be hurled aside by sudden bursts of telekinetic rage or pinned beneath his four powerful arms. His younger siblings, fierce though they were, quickly learned submission, deferring to his unpredictable moods. These early dominance displays—often sparked by trivial disputes over food or territory—solidified Amarok as the alpha of his litter, a position he held through sheer volatility. Whispers among the clan spoke of him as "shadow-touched," a pup whose fury carried the echo of Malrev IV's ancient Sith legacy.

The Blood of the Raid

At eight years old, tragedy struck during a brutal clan skirmish over hunting grounds. In the frenzy of claws and howls, Amarok watched his father fall to an enemy warrior's blade. Grief ignited a storm within him; the Dark Side surged uncontrollably, and he crushed his father's killer with an invisible grip, splintering bone and ending the threat in an instant. This marked his first deliberate wielding of the Force, saving his family but forever scarring his mind. His mother attempted to channel his power through traditional Irrukiine rites, but Amarok's volatility only grew. He clashed violently with siblings who questioned his authority, maiming one sibling in a ritual challenge and driving another into exile. The family unit bent to his will, bound by fear as much as blood.

Whispers from the Forbidden Spires

By his early teens, an irresistible pull drew Amarok to the abandoned Sith Temple in Malrev IV's shadowed valleys—a crumbling edifice of obsidian and forgotten altars, built during the height of the Sith Empire and abandoned amid the New Sith Wars. Clan taboos forbade entry, yet the temple's dark aura called to his heightened sensitivity like a siren's song. At fourteen, he ventured alone into its depths, uncovering shattered holocrons and rusted relics that fed him visions of Sith sorcery and galactic dominion. These secret pilgrimages became his obsession, each visit amplifying his power and paranoia. The temple's corrupting influence twisted his dreams into nightmares of betrayal, mirroring his father's death and fueling an insatiable hunger for control.

The Lightning's Scar

A pivotal ordeal came at sixteen during a violent storm that battered the temple's sanctum. Meditating amid ancient runes, Amarok unwittingly activated a long-dormant trap—a cascade of Dark Side lightning that seared across his body, leaving jagged scars beneath his fur. The agony was excruciating, yet it shattered his barriers, unlocking deeper abilities. He emerged transformed, more isolated than ever. His siblings, witnessing his return, regarded him with terror, dubbing him a creature of the temple's curse. From that night forward, the ruins became his true domain, a sanctuary where he honed his volatile gifts away from the clan's prying eyes.

Dominion Over the Jungles

In his late teens, Amarok wielded the temple as a seat of power, extending his influence across Malrev IV's territories. At nineteen, he single-handedly annihilated a rival raiding party, his Dark Side rage manifesting as writhing tendrils that ensnared and crushed his foes—an echo of the temple's ancient magics. His siblings served as enforcers in this growing domain, their loyalty enforced through dominance and dread. Yet the temple exacted its price: relentless paranoia, hallucinations of galactic enemies, and a growing sense that his primitive life was but a prelude to greater shadows.
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| Storylines |

Active:

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Completed:
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| Connections |
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Family:
  • TBD
Master:
Apprentice:
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Bond:
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Ally:
  • TBD
Enemy:
  • TBD
Other:
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