Character Dakrul - The Faceless Hunger

[Dakrul]

Dakrul - The Faceless Hunger​

General Infomation

FACTION: Brotherhood of the Maw

RANK: Zealot Heathen Priest

SPECIES: Cha’ta’ri

AGE: 19 (5 years since "Forceful Conversion")

FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

Appearance

SEX: Male

HEIGHT: 3.43 m

WEIGHT: 487 Kg

EYES: Shriveled and gone

HAIR: Balded

SKIN: Grey chitin and rotten tissue

A gargantuan foul-smelling heap of flesh and metal, the towering exanimated Cha'ta'ri is a revolting sight to bear.

Barely recognizable the mutated Heathen Priest shows clear signs of decay while originally stemming from a species of four-armed insectoids. Bloated scar tissue is visible across his entire frame and beneath the rips and cracks of his natural chitin armor blubber-like grey muscle mass ekes out. Rusted and torn metal plates are literally screwed into his flesh attached by method a mortal body simply could not endure.

Thorned chains are wrapped around his four appendages which each end in a terrifying set of three sharpened talons.

Ripped rugged leather-like tunics cover his trunk while his face is entirely veiled by batten strips of metal, a self-crafted iron crown.

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BIOGRAPHY:

Creation

The sithspwan mutant was reborn into existence five years ago deep within the Gehinnom. Ancient knowledge from a Holocron recorded by a Sith Lord alchemist from the past had come in the hands of the Maw. To create life that was dead.

An offering to the sacrosanct Avatar of Rebirth. To ravage worlds. Punish, purge, and pray.

Having found excellent hosts in the very resilient Cha'ta'ri, they spawned a variant capable of living in death. A soul that remained, a body that mended.

Raised by Heathen Priests to serve. They let loose a chaos into the galaxy that will until it is checked, feast. Devouring the lives of thousands, millions if it can. A hunger that has no ears to hear the screams, no nose to smell the death, and no eyes to see the terror but an innate hunger for exactly that. A faceless hunger.

Before and after

"Before there was only misery, it was bad. As a living, there was terrible hunger, unfair suffering, and pain. As a dead all is good, there is plentiful flesh, prophesized carnage, and so muuuch pain. The whole world is a fire. Everything is burning. You don't see it, Dakrul does."

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Herald of rebirth

Dead but still alive Dakrul is the horrid cross between Sithspawn and ritualistic heathen alchemy. A mutated Cha’ta’ri infused with a corrupting ancient magick. The result is a crazed zealot, undead in nature locked into an enduring shell, powered by the energy of the dark side.

+No heartbeat in his chest and no blood that courses through his veins, yet alive.
+A lack of pain and sanity allows a dismembered limb or head to simply be reattached.
+Death has its perks types of breathable air, a sound night of sleep, or even exposure to extreme environments are non of his concerns.

-Bound to feast on the living he can only maintain his decomposed form as long as he continues to draw in force energy.
-Prolonged exposure to light side powers can subdue the magic that binds his immortality

The darkness guides me

Eyes long shriveled up, tongue torn out, and not a nerve in his body Dakrul is solely guided by the force. Dammed to walk in a nightmare of hellfire and dancing shadows, all sensation is shaped by the dark side.

+A serene connection to the darkness has left the creature with a very different but grotesquely detailed vision of the world around him.

-Force dead matter is all but a black hole in his "eyes".

Cha'ta'ri sithspawn

His original organic makeup made him ideal for the traumatic experiment which led to his current twisted fate. A strong and robust body able to sustain incredible physical deterioration yet gifted with a natural ability to repair itself.

+Empowered by a natural exoskeleton and thick muscle tissue the creature is terrifyingly strong.

-Cluncky fingers don't allow him to fumble with smaller objects or proceed with specific technological inputs.
-The cursed mutant is not a great thinker nor can he wrap his mind around complex systems or strings of thought.

Mawite Alchemist

Instructed since his creation by mighty Mawite Heathen Priests and Dark Lords alike the ability to manipulate the cosmic soul dust shredded by the Nethers gravity is an art deeply rooted in the creature.

+Throughly knowledgeable about the dark arts

-Uneducated about the greater galaxy and its intricacies he often has to be taught basic vocabulary and sematic

Equipment & Assets Kills & Bounties Collected Role Plays

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  Staff of Dakrul
  Cursed Gen'Dai Flesh Armour
  Conduit Shackles
  
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  N/A
  
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  Crowning of Exegol
  Annihilation of Korriban