ʜᴄ sᴠɴᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏɴᴇs
"For nineteen years I lived in my father's shadow. For five years, I made war in the darkness. For four thousand years, I waited in ice. Now I will take back what is mine."
Treachery is the way of the Sith, but Antherion and his sister were supposed to be beyond the Sith. They were supposed to have transcended it, found a sublime path in the Force. She, his enforcer, the fire, the radiant light of day. He, the moon, the darkness, the hand that moved her in secrecy - and together, their throne was to be the galaxy. If only that his destiny had been fulfilled, perhaps there would have been peace. Perhaps, so long now, his reign would still be secure. Instead, his sister, his other half, his counterpart - she chose to ruin him and refuse to bow. Break his powers, his body, and his mind. Antherion chose heaven. Thaina chose chaos. However, out of either a vestige of last love for the blood of her blood, or a fear of some sort of spiritual retribution, she locked him in stasis and sent him spinning in endless orbit around the dead world of Oricon, to forever rot with a view of the fate of those who reach into nightmares for the sake of power.
Most of Antherion's Force traditions - an idiosyncratic, isolationist branch of the True Sith that was where he was trained; the strange powers that have laid their mark on him in his father's pursuit of the perfect heir - and most of his family history, the secretive Koroosi, are lost to the ravages of time.
They are his to know, and he keeps his own counsel. If he mourns the things he has lost, he does so in silence.
What matters most is the present - and the present is bleak, full of unpleasant variables, in desperate need of simplification. The decades in carbonite, stretching into centuries, then millennia taxed him beyond taxation, broke him beyond breaking. For sixty times longer than most humans would ever live, he dreamed darkly. Muscles atrophied, and his powers receded into dormancy without a steady supply of essence upon which to feed.
When he awoke, it was in pain. His limbs were ruined - his body was decayed. But his mind, and enough of his spark to give him hope that his flame might be rekindled were preserved. Now, he seeks to retake all that was taken from him and more - wherever that may lead him.
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Caught between clashing loyalties, Antherion's first instinct was to walk the path of neutrality, to more easily 'appear' and ingratiate himself with the victor that would decide the destiny of the Sith. This quickly shifted as his travels saw him crossing paths with multiple figures of incredible power - his talent for short-term planning, coupled with what might be considered an astonishing lack of foresight, lead him to swear allegiance to multiple Masters simultaneously. By enslaving himself to many enemies, he found a strange sort of freedom that he now uses to slip between factions and draw on their resources for his own projects. He was certain he could not lose, for he was on every side at once. ~
Physical DataHeight: 74 in.
Weight: 143 lbs.
Gender: Male
Eyes: Golden (Force Corruption)
Build: Thin to the point of frailty
Skin: Pale, smooth
Hair: Blonde to the point of white, shoulder length, straight.
Distinguishing Traits: A soft, feminine face and demeanor. Discoloration and scarring in flesh around the feet due to extensive carbonite poisoning, giving them a mottled, almost rotted look.
Clothing: Antherion's manner of dress is extravagant. He feels no guilt in spending large sums of credits on bizarre and outlandish robes that strike a balance between the fearsome, elegant, and absurd. He frequently adorns himself with flowers, jewelry, and strong perfume.
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Character TraitsThere is No Emotion: Antherion is a fundamentally dispassionate creature. To let one's actions be driven by instincts, by feelings and impressions? This is the way of the beast. Antherion defies attempts to throw him off guard, to shake his resolve, or to incite him to anger - he acts with cold clarity.
Unlimited Power: Antherion is strong with the Force, and knowledgeable in many of its applications. The more he comes into his own and restores his own power, the more he can unleash.
True, From a Certain Point of View: Lies are beneath Antherion. He does not lie. He creates new truth. In other words, he's a slippery bastard, who often can overwhelm even the most dogged of seekers with sheer volume and audacity of the falsehoods he spouts. Nothing he does is genuine.
Twisted and Evil: Something was done to Antherion, long ago, that fundamentally changed his being. However personable he may seem, beneath the surface he does not truly view himself as human - and in the Force, his presence is unsettling and elusive.
It's Treason, Then: Antherion is loyal only to himself, in the end. He will never put anything, or anyone before his own life - and even in many cases, he will jeopardize others (albeit never his own, higher priorities) to repay petty personal wrongs or to preserve his own sense of dignity.
Choke on Your Aspirations: His whole life, when Antherion reaches for the stars, he gets burnt. Although this has taught him caution, he will never stop reaching - nothing will satisfy him, and this often earns him enemies in scores, and leads him to risk everything - and lose it.
Unlearn What You Have Learned: Displaced in time by four thousand years, Antherion has an incredibly poor grasp of modern technology and customs, and a loose grasp of current histories and situations - and even when he learns things, his logic and mindset are fundamentally different than those of the modern galaxy.
How Old You've Become: Antherion's time in the carbonite freezing has left his body in a state of irreparable ruin. His legs are weak to the point where walking is painful and difficult without special aids (even with advanced medical care, he cannot run or perform feats of dexterity), his hands shake, and his physical strength is nonexistent.