Arkryion Malachar
Character
BASIC INFORMATION -
Name: Arkryion Malachar
Species: Believed to be human
Homeworld: Unknown
Allegiance: The Sith Order
PHYSICAL INFORMATION -
Age: Presumed to be late teens to early 20s
Gender: Male
Height: 2.09m
Weight: xxx
Eye Color: Tanzanite Blue
Hair Color: White
Complexion: Very Fair
APPEARANCE -
Arkyrion Malachar emerged as a figure whose presence was as enigmatic as the depths of a bottomless void. Towering above most of his peers, his extraordinary height bestowed upon him a commanding stature that drew the eye of onlookers, like a solitary monolith amidst a sea of mortals. However, this imposing verticality was accompanied by a striking thinness, lending him an ethereal, almost skeletal, quality that set him apart from the norm.
His youthful countenance bore the pallor of alabaster, a visage unmarred by the sun's caress, intensifying the stark contrast of his tall, lanky frame. Bordered by cascading locks of hair as white as the driven snow, his features held an almost delicate sort of allure that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the mundane. His face, marked by a symmetrical perfection, boasted high cheekbones that cast graceful shadows, and a jawline that possessed a noble symmetry, all accentuated by the sharp angles of his elongated form.
Arkyrion's bone-white hair, like strands of gleaming silk, tumbled down his back in a sinuous cascade, magnifying both his height and slender figure. Each strand was as pale as moonlight, catching the eye with an almost supernatural luminosity, a stark contrast to the sea of obsidian that would most generally shroud his lissome body.
His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of melancholic tanzanite, were like twin pools of twilight, deep and entrancing. Their depths were bottomless, concealing emotions as profound and tumultuous as a stormy sea. They held a dark allure, drawing one in like a siren's call, a haunting beauty that hinted at an inner world as complex as any cursed labyrinthine catacomb could ever hope to be.
Preferring robes of abyssal darkness, with obsidian fabrics which seemed to absorb the very essence of light. His choice vestments were like a cloak of shadows, clinging upon his slender frame with an almost supernatural elegance.
Around his throat, a pendant always hung, its surface as smooth as polished marble. Its dark charm was undeniable, a stark contrast to the pallid canvas of his skin. The pendant dangled with a graceful weight, perhaps a subtle reminder of the mysteries of his origin that lay hidden deep beneath the surface.
PERSONALITY -
Amidst the feverish tribulations of his adolescence, Arkyrion Malachar emerges as a character of contrasting qualities that defy facile interpretation. He possesses a potent and unwavering ambition, a relentless fervor that surges within him like a mighty river coursing through the heart of a timeless forest. From his earliest days, he has harbored grandiose dreams, an aspiration for power and distinction that transcends the ordinary. This ambition is an incandescent flame at the core of his being, casting a luminous radiance upon his journey through youth thus far.
Yet, beneath this resplendent ambition lay an all-consuming preoccupation—an insatiable thirst for enlightenment, for the unraveling of the profound enigmas that lay enshrouded within the drapery of existence itself. A boundless yearning, a ceaseless desire to plunge into the daedal intricacies of the Force, a relentless quest that will propel him to delve into even the most esoteric realms of knowledge. Arkyrion's curiosity can be an unyielding torrent, drawing him ever deeper into the fathomless depths of intellectual exploration.
However, he was not of a singular sort of brushstroke. Rather, he stands as a symphony of emotions, a composition of vulnerability and longing. He bears the weight of his feelings like towering peaks in a majestic mountain range, their imposing presence shaping the contours of his life. Amidst the grandeur of his aspirations, he experiences moments of terminal isolation—a profound sense of being adrift in the vast ocean of existence. A vulnerability that has imbued his character with the poignant reminder of his humanity amidst the lofty heights of his aspirations.
In these formative years, Arkyrion has displayed a proclivity for recklessness—a daring inclination to test the boundaries of his own existence. Having embraced risks that teetered on the precipice of audacity. Each endeavor, a high-stakes gamble, a wager with the fates that could either propel him to unparalleled heights or plunge him into the blackest abyss of the unknown. It is an exhilarating rush, a venture into the heart of tumultuous currents, as if courting the very brink of oblivion itself.
To navigate the tempestuous tides of his inner world, Arkyrion has sought much solace in the realm of substances—a journey into altered states of consciousness, brief respite from the relentless turbulence of his emotions. It's a reckless escape, an odyssey into altered realities, voyages through the uncharted territories of self-annihilation. The substances, like any intoxicating elixir, offer only momentary obscurement to his perception of reality, always gifting only a transient relief from the relentless forces that tugged at the depths of his psyche.
Arkyrion exudes an aura of mystique, an enigmatic presence that oft ensnares the curiosity of those around him. His speech can be quite measured, his gestures deliberate, every movement imbued with profound significance. To those who have encountered him, he could come across as an intricate puzzle, a narrative waiting to be unraveled.
STRENGTHS -
- A prodigious sensitivity to the Force, a churning maelstrom of latent potentiality.
- Fluid, serpentine grace, reminiscent of an ethereal dancer navigating the astral migrations of the cosmos.
- An acute intellect and an innate affinity for the cryptic and esoteric.
- Connatural authority over the use of Tutaminis .
WEAKNESSES -
- The absence of the crucible's scars and the sagacity of time's patient passage and harrowing lessons.
- Erratic episodes of introspection and self-doubt, akin to navigating the kaleidoscopic dreamscapes of a shattered reality.
- A tumultuous ambition occasionally venturing into audacious, grossly uncharted orbits.
- An extremely limited comprehension of finer and more intricate Sith social and political expectations.
HISTORY -
Arkyrion's life as he may lead you to believe, with his colorful and highly rehersed words?
Life before his entanglement with the Sith Order was as an arras interwoven from threads of shadow and light, a byzantine mosaic of experiences that would ultimately culminate in his journey towards the obsidian abyss of the Dark Side.
Born beneath a star-strewn canopy on a world he never names, his early existence unfolded amidst the whispers of empyrean winds that brushed against the cradle of his infancy. There, in the embrace of the cosmic unknown, he bore witness to the ethereal dance of celestial bodies, the constellations above his crib revealing themselves as sublime sigils, perhaps auguries of his destined path.
His family, humble in their existence, tilled the soil of their homestead with hands that spoke of ancestral toil. Arkyrion's early life, he claims, was marked by the rhythm of seasons—the rejuvenating embrace of spring, the scorching passion of summer, the melancholic descent of autumn, and the austere silence of winter. He learned to navigate the cycles of life with a grace that belied his tender years, like a young sapling bending in the winds of fate.
As a child, he would often wander into the depths of timeworn forests, where the gnarled branches of ancient trees, like the skeletal hands of eldritch giants, reached toward the heavens. There, he felt a profound connection to the primal energies of the universe, an unspoken communion with the verdant heart of creation itself.
The fabled Nightsky Pool, as he calls it, was a crystalline jewel nestled within the embrace of a hoary caldera, the canvas upon which Arkyrion painted his dreams. Under the moon's gentle gaze, he would set adrift small wooden vessels, each carrying his hopes and aspirations, into the recondite depths of the lake. These quiet moments, when the world was cloaked in the silver mantle of night, would remain etched in his memory, a reflection of his yearning for something beyond the horizon of the humble existence he claimed was his.
It was amid the tranquil embrace of nature that he first glimpsed the spectral tendrils of the Force—subtle, ephemeral whispers that brushed against the canvas of his consciousness. The serenity of his homeworld, however, would not endure, not at all.
As the adolescent years unfurled, a darkness descended upon this world he claimed his own—a cataclysmic event that would alter the course of his destiny. The once-clear skies grew overcast with shadows, like a supernal tempest brewing on the vast horizon. A conflict, born from the collision of disparate ideologies and fueled by the insatiable hunger for power, cast its pall over his homeland.
Amidst the chaos and upheaval, Arkyrion's world was torn asunder. The tranquil fields of his youth were scorched by the fires of war, the verdant forests reduced to ashen husks, and the crystal waters of Nightsky Pool ran crimson with sorrow. In the midst of this maelstrom, Arkyrion's nameless family were cleaved down to mere ribbons of gore, and he, too, as he says, became a victim of circumstance.
Alone and adrift in a world unraveling at the seams, Arkyrion's innate connection to the Force grew more pronounced. It was as if the barbaric upheaval had cracked open the veils that separated him from the primal energies of the Galaxy. He began to perceive the ebb and flow of the Force—the delicate balance between creation and destruction, light and dark.
It was during this tumultuous period that he crossed paths with a clandestine character—an emissary of the Sith Order, a harbinger of darkness cloaked in adumbral robes. This enigmatic figure, like a chimerical wraith, appeared on the fringes of Arkyrion's fractured existence, offering him a choice—a path illuminated by the sanguine glow of the Dark Side or to join his family in death.
The allure of the Sith teachings was undeniable—a promise of power, a means to shape his destiny, and the opportunity to transcend the limitations of his shattered world. Arkyrion's decision, like a celestial alignment, was a convergence of cosmic forces—a choice to embrace the path of the Sith, to delve into the esoteric depths of the Dark Side and the Force.
With each step he has taken towards the abyss since then, he has left behind the remnants of his former life—the tranquil fields, the ancient forests, and the crystalline waters of Nightsky Pool. His past a distant memory, too obscured to recall thoroughly, a constellation of fading stars in the boundless expanse of his soul. The Sith Order, embraced him, and his journey into the darkness began.
True, or untrue, did it actually matter? Or was the odyssey in to his future the only concern worth truly occupying ones mind with?