CRS Dachuppity
OOC Account
NAME:
Chassian Sleepsong
FACTION:
None (Independent / Sangnir Highblood)
RANK:
Highblood
SPECIES:
Sangnir
AGE:
Unknown (Estimated several millennia)
SEX:
Male
HEIGHT:
6'2"
WEIGHT:
170 lbs
EYES:
Pale gold / silver luminescent hue, turn red when enraged
HAIR:
Pure white (appears blonde under sunlight)
SKIN:
Pale ivory (light olive tone in daylight; becomes pallid by night)
FORCE SENSITIVE:
Potentially; limited attunement through Anima manipulation rather than conventional Force practice
APPEARANCE:
Tall, lean, and deliberate in motion. His eyes have a shimmer that can strike as strongly in light as in the dark. In daylight, his complexion softens to a faint olive hue, and his hair reflects a pale blond shimmer. At night he becomes Porcelain pale and has completely white hair.
His features are noble and handsome. He dresses in layered black silks and high-collared coats cut in archaic fashion, always immaculate, faintly perfumed with the metallic scent of old blood.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Strengths:
- Anima Adept: Can drain, store, and manipulate Anima (life-force) for healing, heightened reflexes, or temporary feats of impossible grace.
- Warform: As a Highblood, capable of limited transformation, enhanced musculature, clawed limbs, and predatory resilience.
- Uncanny Charm: Centuries of refined speech and control allow him to enthrall or disarm others through presence alone.
- Eternal Scholar: Master of forgotten philosophies, languages, and pre-Republic sciences; vast historical perspective.
- Cold Humor / Composure: Near-unflappable; weaponizes sarcasm and logic to unsettle or amuse.
- Vulnerable to Fire & Heat: Regeneration fails against cauterization; blasters and lightsabers are lethal.
- The Red Hunger: Must feed periodically; deprivation leads to feral impulses and loss of restraint.
- Emotional Tether: His affection for the woman he turned is both his anchor and undoing; harm to her unbalances him utterly.
- Detached Worldview: His disinterest in mortal affairs often blinds him to present dangers or politics.
INVENTORY:
- The Nocturne Blade: A curved, black-steel saber forged with traces of Anima crystal; hums faintly when near living beings.
- Anima Phial: Small vial worn around his neck, storing condensed life-essence.
- Attire: Layered coats, dark gloves, and a concealed vibro-dagger.
- Datapad (antiquated): Used mostly for literature; rarely connected to modern networks.
BODYGUARDS / MOUNTS / NON-EQUIP-ABLE TOOLS:
None. Prefers solitude and silence; will occasionally command enthralled Thralls when necessary but dismisses them after tasks are complete.
HISTORY:
No record remains of Chassian Sleepsong's mortal life. Fragments etched into stone tablets that line his personal home are the only remainder of his history. He was born into a Sangnir court that ruled from marble spires and shadowed palaces long before the Republic. When his civilization collapsed, he survived by retreating into stasis, entombed beneath a ruined cathedral.
He awoke in a galaxy unrecognizable. Planets he once knew were ash, languages dead, faiths extinct. For years he drifted through forgotten worlds, living as rumor.
Then he met her.
A single conversation, unremarkable to anyone else, shattered his un-caring. She spoke to him with a glint in her eye and a smile coming through her voice. She saw through the mask to what remained beneath. He followed her across the stars, found her again, and in an act condemned by his own kind, shared the Embrace.
Now, in 903 ABY, Chassian watches with detached amusement. He claims allegiance to none, answering only to the quiet voice of the woman who saved him from endless sleep.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS:
Dry, honest and unflinchingly direct, Chassian's humor is a slow burn, steady, sardonic, and unexpectedly kind. He does not feign compassion; when he chooses to act, it is deliberate and sincere.
He views mortality with fascination rather than pity, believing that humanity gives meaning to existence. He distrusts gods, empires, and the Force alike.
To those few he respects, his loyalty is absolute; to those who bore him, he is a wall of cold indifference. Love, once thought extinct within him, has become his quiet escape from the brutality of eternity.
He sleeps only when she does, and dreams only of the moment she first spoke his name.