Darth Abyss
Eldritch
"My hand is endless"- Darth Abyss
Rank: Sith Lord
Former Titles: The Ascended (OS), Last Knight of the One Sith (OS)
Current Titles: Darth, Prophet (Underworld), The Mindeater, The Black Assassin/Aspect of Famine (SA)
Faction: Independent
Former Homeworlds: Axxila (Atton), Malachor V (Abyss)
Current Homeworld: Katarr
Age: Unkown, Makes an effort to appear ancient(Presumably late 20s - early 30s)
Species: Sith Spirit
Sex: Male
Height: 1,92 m
Weight: 24 Kg (Armor)
Hair: None
Skin: Rusted Metal
Eyes: Empty Eye Sockets
Force Sensitve: Yes
PERSONALITY:
To some Abyss comes of as eccentric, crazy even, while others view him as a charismatic leader. He sees himself as a little bit of both. Over time he learned that madness was the price one had to pay if he wanted to use the dark side to its full extend, giving in to his corrupting hunger for knowledge. While he neither knows trust or friendship, he has a natural talent for teaching others, and even takes joy in showing others the hidden path. As a man he had already made an effort to remove himself from the common notions of humanity, but since he broke the chains of flesh he fully transcended them.
In its very core there are still the remains of Abyss, but they are shrouded by the very void and emptieness that he embraced back then, the Mindeater, a second entity connected but not fully alike the Sith Lord. There are clear diffrences in his demenaour based on which part of his highly shattered and twisted personality is currently in control. Darth Abyss is collected, calm and calcualting individual with a strong tendency for silence and books, while the Mindeater is a mocking, deranged monster that exists only to consume. Despite these differences the two sides are not truly antagonistic towards each other, and often work in conjuncting if the situation calls for it.
While he is a smart and cunning individual he has a tendency to think to far, often missing a simple solution to a problem. In some regards he can seen as scholar, as he is far more interested in reading and writing than in human interaction, especially fascinated by the galaxy's past and history. Other than some sith he has no illusion about his superiority, instead believing that an enemy's weakness is worth far more than his own strengths. To him a battle is not only one of strength and might but also one of the mind. He considers arrogance the worst of weaknesses.
STRENGHTS:
-The Mindeater: Free from the chains of the flesh something about Abyss changed. The mind consuming huger became a power alike a force of nature, a undying passion for more knowledge, the strenght to rip apart minds like they are nothing, the power to devour each and every thought in his path.
-Call of the Void: To keep his spirit linked to this plane of reality Abyss linked it to a mask and a set of armor. Free from his body he needs no food nor sleep, among many other advantages granted to him by his state of being.
-Archeology: He has a wide knowledge about places, objects and stories from the past, including both sith and jedi relics, ways to find and research them. His lifelong exposure sharpend his force sense, allowing him to sense places and objects tied to the force over great distances.
-Mad Charisma: Madness and Charisam seem to go hand in hand, at least in Abyss case. As a man he enjoyed silence, even if he had a way with words. Now he can come of as a babbling mad man, spouting twisted truths and lies to poison the heads of those around him.
-Scholar: He has read a myriad of books and texts, and is able to remember and recite most of them, and is considered a exceptionally fast learner. Because of this he is also a good and dedicated teacher, with a passion for storing his aquired knowledge in from of written words and drawings. Since his ascend he has reached a state of near transendence, seeing the past and future almost as clear as the present.
-No Honor: Abyss has no sense of honor allowing him to use any tool or trick needed to reach his goal.
TRAITS:
-Obsessive: Abyss is prone to obsessive behavior that forces him to make illogical decisions, and forces himself to feats that often self destructive. Yet it is that very obession that fuels and empowers him, a flame within the hollow armor that burnes far brighter then his hate or rage.
-Cosmic Indiffernce: In stark contrast to his obession, Abyss sometimes shows a true indifference towards most of things. He has long lost any real intrest in the struggle of living things, and he is prone to merely ignore these things even if they are of importance.
WEAKNESSES:
-Tunnel vision: He often has a hard time focusing on all kinds of things, as he often drifts of in his mind to topics that interest him far more than human interaction, to the point were he completly zones out.
-The last glimpse of humanity: Beyond the mask and the shadows are still the last remains of what was once a man. While Abyss does his best to keep that hidden from the world, it is still possible to bring them to the outside if done right, allowing others to play out his emotions against him.
-Hunger: Most of his mind is focused on collecting even more knowledge, often bringing him on the fringe of being consumed by it. While this helps him to learn faster and more effective than others it also can control his actions. Since the step to transendence the hunger became a core part of him, and every second is a struggle to keep it controlled.
APPEARANCE:
Very little remains of the man that Abyss once was, something that is well reflected on the outside. Standing at almost two meters height the husk that is left is already an impressive sight, but the true horror is only revealed when taking a closer look. Where a human would've had a face, there is only an ancient wooden mask with empty eye sockets that show a glimpse of the void behind them, framed by a fixed grin, a symbol of eternal mockery towards everyone who dares to look at it. His metal frame has long lost its polish, battle and time made it grow rusted and broken, with cracks hidden below dirty rags. On his head towers a crude crown, composed of sharp metal and crystal splitters violently pieces together. His hand and feet are now claws, talons that grew dirty and defromed by the amount of blood and flesh that touched them. Since the day the dark side called for him, Abyss shroudes himself in a ragged and tattered black robe, the same that has never been replaced by another.
BIOGRPAPHY
Early Years - The Dark Calling
Abyss was born from death, blood and darkness, the Mindeater from hunger, metal and emptieness. Atton on the other hand was born to an absent mother, and caring, loving father somewhere in the other rim. There was never a place he called home, besides maybe on his father's ship, even if their offical homestead was located on Axxila. During his childhood and youth he never had to suffer hunger and hardship, and wealth had been the first blessing he expienced first hand. That wealth came from his father's rather sucessful job, the illicit sale and collection of ancient relics and artifacts. The reason why his father managed to grow wealthy by that wasn't his conncetions, not even his ability to sell things far above their actual worth, but his unique gifts in the force, which he passed on to his son. While his father only barely interact with the force, he had a talented for senseing it even over long distances. Due to this he never really could do much to teach his far more potent son, but thr trinkets he collected fullfilled that duty better then any man ever could. Books and texts forgotten by the eons, some of the sith, some of the jedi, and some even of orders far more obscure.
While Atton learned to use his gifts, his father avoided to take him to the more dangerous parts of his job. Whenever he was gone, Atton used the time to experiment, impressing girls in cantians, cheating at the academy and reading every piece of forbidden knowledge he could get his hands on.Only when he turned eighteen, a legal adult in most galacitc societies, his father finally offered him the long awaited chance to use his abilites in the field, and follow in his fathers footsteps. No time on the academy had been able to change that he was certain that past and its relics awaited him in the future.
It was that day that fate showed its true colour, and that colour was crimson.
Based on a clue passed on by one of his father's many contacts the pair made their way to an unnamed jungle moon, said to be filled with ruins untouched by the ages. While that was true, the conntact had been unaware that the moon also had grown to be a much used hideout for pirates, who took a great intrest in the chance to find richs on their new home.
With weapons aimed at their heads, Atton and his father searched the moon, only to find nothing. After hour upon hour passed by, the Pirates grew wary. Wary enough to fire a blaster bolt into the chest of his father, and a second on into his head. Atton can't fully say what happenend next, after his tears reached the corpse of the man that cared for him all his life. Only when an unknown weapon found the way in his hand, and crimson light ripped apart flesh and bones he came back to reality.
He had come to find riches, but what he found was something far more sinister. With the first blood his hand spilled something dark awoke inside of him, a hunger he had not known before. It deemanded him to put aside his lose and venture into the ruins, where a ragged, black robe awaited a new wearer.
Reign of the Empire - Last Knight of the One Sith
Saying that he was lost was a grave understatment. Without his father he had lost any sense of purpose, wandering the galaxy aimlessly in hope of finding something that could fill the void within him. It was then that on one of his many travels that the man, now calling himself Abyss to distance himself from the pain of his old life, stumbled over the One Sith for the first time. They needed no convincing to make Abyss join their ranks, they offered knowledge, power and most importantly a perspective.
It wasn't long until a master took an intrest in the frail, but dedicated young acolyte, a woman called Darth Ophidia. Her training, like his time in the empire as a whole, was marked by all the things his childhood had spared him: Pain, struggle and hate. With a weapon in his hands he didn't even fully understood he was thrown into battle countless times, every cut, every broken bone and every lost limp slowly forging him into another warrior and scholar worthy of the sith legacy.
Even when the empire began to crumble, Abyss, now named a knight of the sith for his dedication, remained unbroken, and in the end he was known among his allies as the Last Knight of the One Sith.
Last Stand - The Taste of Freedom
Only when the empire fully fell apart, Abyss grew to be able to see his mistake. Blinded by the promise of power and glory he had marched into battle for something that meant nothing to him, and that the code of his order asked something else of him then to fight for a dark lord and his coucil. Order was merely another chain he had carried, and now that it was broken he understood what it meant to be truly free.
Leaving behind the remnants of the empire, Abyss and his inner circle of loyals made their way to the center of crime, the smuggler moon Nar Shaddaa. There he found his true calling, a live of crime and villany where he had to submit to no one. It began with a cult, a odd mix of his ever growing mental capabilities and clever rethoric, that allowed him to first operate on the moon. As his wealth grew, so did his influence and his connections, and he sown had begun to be more then a cult leader operating in the filth and dirt of the slums.
The Syndicate Era - Love and Loss
From all the connections he build, there was one that truly stood out. Miss Blonde, leader of the Syndicate and undoubted queen of the Underworld, quickly grew to be more then just an associate with similar intrests. It wasn't just crime that connected the Abyss, in terms of power now almost a lord of the sith, and the Kingpin on Nar Shaddaa, but a deep, personal understanding for the other. Where first had been the thrill and the danger of two individuals of their profil being more then friends, was now a relationship routed in more then just power and boredom.
Yet his affiliction was a strain upon their life, his hunger for minds and knowledge forcing him to go to ever greater lenghts to keep his sanity. Despite these differences, among many others, he and Blonde found a way to remain together, united in their defiance for an uncaring galaxy.
It was also at at that time that Abyss found his first apprentice, a woman named Natalie LaForte. She was the first he managed to fully walk to the end of the dark path, and by her legacy those that came after her were trained by Abyss.
Dying Flesh - Path to Transendence
While his personal life was growing better comapared to the crippling solitude of his time with the One Sith, his spiritual path was growing worse by the day. When the darkness called for him the first time, the addiction to its power had already begun to poison his mind. The corruption of the dark side was worse then any known sickness, slowly eating away his body and mind, until he was little more then pale flesh and brittle bones.
Yet he was unwilling to submit to anyone, even death. Using the wide amount of wisdom and knowledge he had collected in his time, Abyss began to plan his ascend, a path to leave his flesh behind and transcend beyond his broken body. With the help of many of his allies he venetured into every corner of the darkness, stealing the forbidden knowledge of the God-King Darth Addendu, the secrets of Karness Murr and the broken wisdom of Darth Nihilus' fate. Based upon these pits and pieces a armor was forged designed to chain his spirit to it, granting him a conduit to forever walk the galaxy free from death and decay.
It was on Malachor that he finally claimed his true form, sacrificing what was left of his body, to rise as something more.
The Prophet of Malachor - Rise of the Mindeater
It was also on Malachor that the reborn lord had begun to build something new for himself, a city of scrap and dirt dedicated to the very freedom he had felt when his chains feel apart. Dubbed the Free Cities, he grew to be known as their Prophet, a leader not in politics but spirit, a crushing hand to those that opposed him, and a dark gurdian to anyone else. What began on Malachor made its way to Katarr, the world Abyss now calls his home.
While known as the Prophet to his followers, and as Abyss to his allies, his enemies only remember him as the Mindeater, an eldritch abomination with no other desire then to consume, be it in the depths of space, or on the battlefield.
