Eternal Father
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION- Intent: To flesh out a character I conceived during the Dominion's downfall
- Image Credit: Click - SineAlas@DeviantArt.com
- Role: Trophy-Slave of the Dark Lord
- Links:
Actual Character - Introduction Thread
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
- Age: 32
- Force Sensitivity: No
- Species: Human
- Appearance: Provost is a shattered ruin of a man. His once muscular body is coated with scars and burns, obscenities carved or tattooed into his flesh declaring his new existence as a slave to the Dark Lord. Despite that, he still possesses some of the handsomeness that defined his previous existence though it too is marred by a web of scars trailing down the left side of his face and neck.
His raven black hair is unkempt and long.
The bare minimum of clothing is imposed upon Provost, leaving most of his torso and his limbs bare except for golden bangles around his wrists and ankles. This allows for anyone who looks upon him to see the full extent of his humiliation.
- Name: 'Cedric Grayson'
True Name: Hughoc Provost - Alias: 'Archlord', the Despoiled, the Defeated, the Desolate
[*]Loyalties: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
- Formally: The Dominion; the Galactic Republic
[*]Wealth: None
[*]Notable Possessions:
- A cracked Dominion insignia
[*]Skills: Whatever skills Provost possessed during his tenure as a soldier for the Dominion have long since been swept away, his broken mind incapable of recalling or putting to use anything he might've learned prior to his enslavement at the hands of the Sith.
[*]Personality: Proud, loyal, and tenacious were traits that had been attributed to Provost as a Dominion warrior. Now he is looked upon with nothing less than hateful scorn and disgust, his mind broken and bent to the will of his insidious owner Darth Carnifex. Endless hours of torture and mental conditioning had reduced Provost to nothing more than a skittish lapdog, one who has forgotten the sound of his own name and who answers only to the derisively spat 'Cedric Grayson'. His abused nature has left him extremely submissive, the will to fight beaten out of him and the insatiable desire to serve allowed to rise in its place. He is loathe to speak out of turn, if he ever gets the opportunity to speak at all, and when he does it is a low raspy tone for fear that too loud of a voice might displease those who hear it.
Secretly he craves death, but is too conditioned to take his own life or step out of line in fear of Carnifex's wrath. Alone and solemn, he spends most of his days waiting for the next round of abuse to befall him.
COMBAT INFORMATION
- Weapon of Choice: N/A
- Combat Function: Provost no longer serves any form of combat function. The tendons in both of his hands were severed, rendering them utterly useless. He can't even operate the handle of a door, let alone something as sophisticated as a blaster or a sword.
Once upon a time the young Hughoc Provost had been an eager young man, eager to serve in a cause that he truly believed in and eager to please his superiors. He fought for the Republic as a frontline soldier, never expecting to survive the gruesome meatgrinder of war unscathed; let alone alive. Yet despite the odds he always returned home, that bright enthusiasm to serve his country burning brightly in his breast for it seemed like no amount of gore and butchery could dissuade him.
Then the Republic fell against the Sith, and his world was shattered.
No longer could he sustain himself on the dreams that the Republic would prevail against all assailants, assured in the belief that democracy and freedom would return to the heart of the galaxy.
Now as a displaced adult and wayward soldier, he sought refuge in a growing movement in the Outer Rim. The group called itself the Dominion, and was nothing more than an awkward fusion of Republic and Imperial styles of government based out of the backwater world of Ession. Though he had many reservations about serving alongside former Imperial soldiers, and Force forbid even Sith, he swallowed his paranoia and performed the duties asked of him.
Then the Dominion too fell against the Sith, and this time he couldn't escape.
He was captured by Imperial scouts after the Battle of Krayiss II and was taken before the Saaraishash where he was tortured, interrogated, and ultimately mutilated by their cruel instruments. The only reason they kept him alive was for his amusing resemblance to the former Archlord of the Dominion, Cedric Grayson, a resemblance that eventually was discovered by the Dark Lord of the Sith himself; Darth Carnifex. Seeing a new opportunity to spit on the legacy of the Grayson lineage, Carnifex made Provost his personal trophy slave and tortured him further until the only name he would respond to was that of the former Archlord.
And then he paraded him through the streets of Ravelin, mocking the Dominion and Cedric Grayson all throughout the procession. After the grand Triumph 'Grayson' was then taken to the Emperor's Palace and made to serve him in every capacity, the trauma eventually breaking him beyond the point of no return.
Now as a shambling and hopelessly broken creature, 'Grayson' subconsciously prays for a death that will never come. Not so long as the Sith Emperor finds enjoyment in his trophy-slave.
