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m̸̯̳̑̓̅͝ṓ̶̜̪̾͊r̵̛͙͛͐̍ḇ̷̅͂̈́̇u̵̩̎̈́̋s̶̝̈́͋͝ ̸̩̓̍̍͠c̴̥̑̄̈́͆o̸͙̾̓̇n̵̛̩̍s̷͖̎̐͠u̴͇͗͊m̸͉̓̍͘e̷̯̓̚͝s̶̞̾̄̓
r̴e̷m̶e̴m̵b̸e̷r̵ ̴w̷h̶a̴t̵ ̴t̶h̶e̶ ̵f̶l̶e̵s̷h̷ ̸f̷o̶r̴g̸e̵t̷s̸
DECAY // HUNGER // KNOWLEDGE // RITUAL
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DARTH
MORBUS
MORBUS
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NAME // w̵̨̞̅̈h̵͎̥́̇o̷̺̫̠̍̓̇̀ ̵̡̜̲̹̟̈́r̸̢̗̱̲̾́̇͊̓ę̷̰̗̤̆m̵̥̺̠̓͋̈́̔̐ę̷̎̚͘m̶̛͎̱̮̖͗̂̀̂b̸̹̤̃e̵͇̻̒̈́̾̈́r̵͙̰̃̀ś̵̢̛̰̻̳͌̈́
ALIAS // DARTH MORBUS
SPECIES // TWI'LEK
HOMEWORLD // RYLOTH
RELATIVES // d̸̦͚̠̦̺̄i̵̦̜̤̰͒̉̐͋ď̶̽ͅi̷̘͇̣̒̂͛ḧ̸̯͍̟̮͜͠ã̷̬̯v̷̝̔͘e̴̪̮̲͑̀͘͜n̶͖͔̼̊̍̏̒̚a̵͔͎̮̻͐̈́̈́̓͝ͅy̴̦̪̲͋̒
HEIGHT // 1.96M / 6'4"
WEIGHT // 58KG / 127 LBS
EYES // YELLOW / ORIGINALLY BLUE
COMPLEXION // PALE & SICKLY / ORIGINALLY GREEN
LANGUAGES // BINARY • BASIC • HIGH SITH • MINNISIAT • RYL • SITH • SY BISTI
ALIAS // DARTH MORBUS
SPECIES // TWI'LEK
HOMEWORLD // RYLOTH
RELATIVES // d̸̦͚̠̦̺̄i̵̦̜̤̰͒̉̐͋ď̶̽ͅi̷̘͇̣̒̂͛ḧ̸̯͍̟̮͜͠ã̷̬̯v̷̝̔͘e̴̪̮̲͑̀͘͜n̶͖͔̼̊̍̏̒̚a̵͔͎̮̻͐̈́̈́̓͝ͅy̴̦̪̲͋̒
HEIGHT // 1.96M / 6'4"
WEIGHT // 58KG / 127 LBS
EYES // YELLOW / ORIGINALLY BLUE
COMPLEXION // PALE & SICKLY / ORIGINALLY GREEN
LANGUAGES // BINARY • BASIC • HIGH SITH • MINNISIAT • RYL • SITH • SY BISTI
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
t̶h̷e̵ ̵b̶o̷d̸y̸ ̸r̴e̷m̷e̶m̷b̴e̷r̵s̵
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Very lean and gaunt, with dissected lekku, pallid skin and numerous scars from battle and Sith rituals. His appearance is visibly altered by long illness, leaving him pale, sickly and corpse-like.
FORCE AFFINITY
w̸i̵l̷l̷ ̸i̶n̴f̷e̸c̸t̸s̶ ̵w̶i̸l̵l̶
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FORCE SENSITIVE // YES
FORCE RANK // MASTER
ALIGNMENT // DARK SIDE
PRESENCE // SICKENING, INFECTIOUS, LIKE A DISEASE ON THE SOUL
AFFILIATION // UNKNOWN
POSITION // SITH SORCERER / SITH LOREMASTER
FORCE RANK // MASTER
ALIGNMENT // DARK SIDE
PRESENCE // SICKENING, INFECTIOUS, LIKE A DISEASE ON THE SOUL
AFFILIATION // UNKNOWN
POSITION // SITH SORCERER / SITH LOREMASTER
DARK ARTS
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STRENGTHS
k̴e̶e̷p̶ ̷t̶a̷k̸i̵n̴g̸
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+ SITH LOREMASTER // Vast knowledge of SITH lore, RITUALS, MAGICS, ALCHEMY and history.
+ MULTI-FORM MASTER // Master of FORM II and FORM IV; practitioner of DUN MÖCH.
+ MIND POWER // Highly intelligent with an eidetic memory.
+ DARK ARTS // Master of SITH MAGICS, ALCHEMY, RITUALS, artifact creation and summoning.
+ RAW POWER // Very high capacity for Force use.
+ MULTI-FORM MASTER // Master of FORM II and FORM IV; practitioner of DUN MÖCH.
+ MIND POWER // Highly intelligent with an eidetic memory.
+ DARK ARTS // Master of SITH MAGICS, ALCHEMY, RITUALS, artifact creation and summoning.
+ RAW POWER // Very high capacity for Force use.
WEAKNESSES
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− FRAIL // Physically damaged, perpetually ill and afflicted by incurable GRAY ROT.
− FEED ME // Requires regular draining of victims' life forces to function.
− WORN DOWN // Cannot sustain heavy physical exertion for long periods.
− WATCHING YOU // Highly paranoid and mentally afflicted from illness.
− I WANT IT ALL // Consumed by ambition, betrayal and opportunism.
− I DON'T CARE // Unscrupulous and without compunction about cruelty or killing.
− FEED ME // Requires regular draining of victims' life forces to function.
− WORN DOWN // Cannot sustain heavy physical exertion for long periods.
− WATCHING YOU // Highly paranoid and mentally afflicted from illness.
− I WANT IT ALL // Consumed by ambition, betrayal and opportunism.
− I DON'T CARE // Unscrupulous and without compunction about cruelty or killing.
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POSSESSIONS
t̶h̸i̷n̶g̷s̷ ̴k̵e̶p̴t̴ ̶c̵l̷o̴s̷e̸
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WEAPONS // CURVED-HANDLE LIGHTSABER • LANVAROK GAUNTLET (CONCEALED / LEFT FOREARM / POISONED PROJECTILES) • SONIC DISRUPTOR PISTOL (CONCEALED)
ARMOR // RYLOTH ROBES • HOODED CLOAK • DWOMUTHÂSK AMULET • SITH RINGS [I II III IV V]
DROIDS // IT-S00.2 MEDICAL DROID
SHIPS // SITH MEDITATION SPHERE
RELICS // HOLOCRON OF DARTH WYYRLOK III • SEVERAL SITH HOLOCRONS • SITH AMULET • WALKING CANE
ARMOR // RYLOTH ROBES • HOODED CLOAK • DWOMUTHÂSK AMULET • SITH RINGS [I II III IV V]
DROIDS // IT-S00.2 MEDICAL DROID
SHIPS // SITH MEDITATION SPHERE
RELICS // HOLOCRON OF DARTH WYYRLOK III • SEVERAL SITH HOLOCRONS • SITH AMULET • WALKING CANE
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HISTORY
t̸h̷e̶ ̴b̷o̵d̶y̸ ̴f̷a̶i̶l̷s̸ ̶b̸e̵f̴o̷r̷e̷ ̴t̶h̵e̶ ̵w̵i̸l̵l̸
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ù̸̢̺̥̪ṋ̷͓̥̬̆͌̈́͊͆ķ̴̢̢̙̹̲̺̥̂̅̇̊̇n̵͉̠̙̤̳̽̿̊̌̀̍̆̋̚͝ọ̵͂͆͋̈͗̈́w̶̢̤͚̮͖͔͈̱̰̫̆̐̈́̓́̚͠n̶̢̰̖̬͈̆͊́̏ was born on Ryloth and grew up beneath its hard skies with little expectation that his life would ever reach beyond the world that had made him. His sensitivity to the Force surfaced early, first in instinct and coincidence, then in increasingly undeniable displays of power. When the Sith eventually found him, there was little hesitation in taking the Twi'lek for themselves. Morbus was recruited, removed from the life he had known, and placed beneath the discipline of a Sith master named ḋ̵̬̘̣̠̬̎̚o̸͇̫̺̱͒͒͘͝ͅͅͅn̷̟̞̻̝̻̭̲̂̊̆͜͜͜t̵̝͑͑͗̐̂͋͋̒͝ŕ̶̜̗̬̹e̶͇̤̔̿͊͊̃̚c̶̣̼̘̹̘̋̽͒̈́̿͗a̷̰̔͋͌̄͑̐͘͝l̸̛̘̬̖̥̲̪̏̈́l̴̥̯͋͝ who quickly recognised both his aptitude for the dark arts and the sheer depth of power available to him.
There was, however, already something w̷̛̥̯͙̞̱̅͆̆̀̈́̚͘͝ŗ̶̩̯̱̻̘͉̲͈̇o̷̡͙͙̮͖͕̲̣̔̃̍́̏̃͘͜n̸̢̜̪̻͚͐͊͗̀̉̒̌̈́͜͝g̶̢̨͎͕̠͔̺̈́͑̌̊ with him.
Morbus had contracted gray rot while still young. The disease had progressed slowly enough that he survived his early training, but its effects became steadily more difficult to ignore. Strength left him more readily than it should have. His flesh began to waste.
i̶t̸ ̶w̵a̷s̶ ̶e̶a̷t̷i̶n̸g̸ ̷h̵i̷m̷.
What might have destroyed a lesser apprentice instead redirected his studies. Morbus became obsessed with those branches of Sith knowledge that promised dominion over the body, life, death and the Force itself. Rituals, alchemy, draining techniques and sorcery ceased to be academic interests. They became necessities. Every secret learned offered another possibility that his failing body might be preserved, repaired, sustained or simply forced to endure.
n̴o̴t̵ ̵e̷n̴o̶u̴g̴h̵.
Years passed beneath his master's instruction. Morbus eventually ascended to the rank of Sith Knight, having proven both his usefulness and his capacity for survival. His progress was not swift in the conventional sense. He spent decades studying old tomes, handling relics that had outlived their makers, learning the blade, and testing one obscure practice after another. The result was an increasingly personal approach to the Force. Morbus stopped merely reproducing the methods of dead Sith and began combining them, reshaping them around his own needs. His physical decline continued, but the power available to him grew more dangerous with every passing year.
m̴o̷r̵e̶.
His final test came not through ceremony, but possession.
His master held a holocron containing knowledge Morbus had become desperate to acquire. She refused him access, whether as discipline, caution or simple control.
s̸h̵e̷ ̶k̴e̵p̸t̴ ̸i̷t̴ ̶f̶r̷o̵m̶ ̷m̶e̶.
Morbus did not accept the refusal. He prepared his answer carefully, gathered what he had learned from years of ritual practice, and called creatures of shadow into being. They fell upon his master and devoured her while Morbus watched, leaving him alone with the holocron she had denied him.
s̷h̶e̷ ̴s̷c̷r̴e̴a̸m̷e̵d̷.
He took it.
m̴i̴n̷e̸.
In doing so, Morbus crossed whatever line had remained between apprentice and master. There was no proclamation necessary. His teacher was dead, her secrets were his, and he had proven the central truth by which he would thereafter live: knowledge belonged to whoever possessed the power to seize it.
t̶a̷k̵e̵ ̵i̵t̷.
Morbus emerged from the act as a Sith Lord, devoted not to empire, tradition or legacy for their own sake, but to power and the mysteries of the Force that might yet be opened to him.
o̴p̷e̶n̴ ̵i̷t̷.
o̸p̵e̵n̸ ̸i̴t̷.
o̶p̴e̷n̵ ̷e̶v̸e̶r̷y̵t̶h̸i̴n̸g̸.
Over the decades, Morbus has continued to search, steal, bargain, dissect and kill for knowledge. His body has grown thinner and more diseased while his command of the dark side has deepened. He has accumulated relics, holocrons and fragments of forbidden lore from across the galaxy, pursuing anything that might slow his decay or reveal some greater truth hidden behind it.
t̷h̷e̸r̴e̸ ̴i̷s̷ ̶a̴l̶w̵a̷y̴s̷ ̵m̵o̴r̷e̴.
More recently, Morbus has only become more consumed by the pursuit. Every relic uncovered, every forbidden rite mastered, every life drained to buy his body another measure of time has only revealed another layer beneath the last. There is always another secret. Another threshold. Another piece of the Force waiting to be torn open.
i̴t̸ ̶i̶s̶ ̸t̷h̶e̵r̷e̴.
i̸ ̷c̷a̴n̸ ̵f̸e̷e̷l̷ ̶i̷t̸.
b̴e̴h̵i̷n̴d̷ ̷i̷t̷.
b̷e̶h̵i̶n̶d̷ ̶e̴v̵e̶r̵y̸t̶h̵i̶n̷g̸.
M̸o̶r̸b̵u̶s̷ ̷s̸t̷i̶l̴l̸ ̵s̴e̵e̶k̷s̷.
A̴l̷w̴a̸y̸s̷.
a̵l̶w̵a̸y̴s̶...
a̶l̸w̴a̷y̶s̵...
a̷l̸w̶a̴y̵s...
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There was, however, already something w̷̛̥̯͙̞̱̅͆̆̀̈́̚͘͝ŗ̶̩̯̱̻̘͉̲͈̇o̷̡͙͙̮͖͕̲̣̔̃̍́̏̃͘͜n̸̢̜̪̻͚͐͊͗̀̉̒̌̈́͜͝g̶̢̨͎͕̠͔̺̈́͑̌̊ with him.
Morbus had contracted gray rot while still young. The disease had progressed slowly enough that he survived his early training, but its effects became steadily more difficult to ignore. Strength left him more readily than it should have. His flesh began to waste.
i̶t̸ ̶w̵a̷s̶ ̶e̶a̷t̷i̶n̸g̸ ̷h̵i̷m̷.
What might have destroyed a lesser apprentice instead redirected his studies. Morbus became obsessed with those branches of Sith knowledge that promised dominion over the body, life, death and the Force itself. Rituals, alchemy, draining techniques and sorcery ceased to be academic interests. They became necessities. Every secret learned offered another possibility that his failing body might be preserved, repaired, sustained or simply forced to endure.
n̴o̴t̵ ̵e̷n̴o̶u̴g̴h̵.
Years passed beneath his master's instruction. Morbus eventually ascended to the rank of Sith Knight, having proven both his usefulness and his capacity for survival. His progress was not swift in the conventional sense. He spent decades studying old tomes, handling relics that had outlived their makers, learning the blade, and testing one obscure practice after another. The result was an increasingly personal approach to the Force. Morbus stopped merely reproducing the methods of dead Sith and began combining them, reshaping them around his own needs. His physical decline continued, but the power available to him grew more dangerous with every passing year.
m̴o̷r̵e̶.
His final test came not through ceremony, but possession.
His master held a holocron containing knowledge Morbus had become desperate to acquire. She refused him access, whether as discipline, caution or simple control.
s̸h̵e̷ ̶k̴e̵p̸t̴ ̸i̷t̴ ̶f̶r̷o̵m̶ ̷m̶e̶.
Morbus did not accept the refusal. He prepared his answer carefully, gathered what he had learned from years of ritual practice, and called creatures of shadow into being. They fell upon his master and devoured her while Morbus watched, leaving him alone with the holocron she had denied him.
s̷h̶e̷ ̴s̷c̷r̴e̴a̸m̷e̵d̷.
He took it.
m̴i̴n̷e̸.
In doing so, Morbus crossed whatever line had remained between apprentice and master. There was no proclamation necessary. His teacher was dead, her secrets were his, and he had proven the central truth by which he would thereafter live: knowledge belonged to whoever possessed the power to seize it.
t̶a̷k̵e̵ ̵i̵t̷.
Morbus emerged from the act as a Sith Lord, devoted not to empire, tradition or legacy for their own sake, but to power and the mysteries of the Force that might yet be opened to him.
o̴p̷e̶n̴ ̵i̷t̷.
o̸p̵e̵n̸ ̸i̴t̷.
o̶p̴e̷n̵ ̷e̶v̸e̶r̷y̵t̶h̸i̴n̸g̸.
Over the decades, Morbus has continued to search, steal, bargain, dissect and kill for knowledge. His body has grown thinner and more diseased while his command of the dark side has deepened. He has accumulated relics, holocrons and fragments of forbidden lore from across the galaxy, pursuing anything that might slow his decay or reveal some greater truth hidden behind it.
t̷h̷e̸r̴e̸ ̴i̷s̷ ̶a̴l̶w̵a̷y̴s̷ ̵m̵o̴r̷e̴.
More recently, Morbus has only become more consumed by the pursuit. Every relic uncovered, every forbidden rite mastered, every life drained to buy his body another measure of time has only revealed another layer beneath the last. There is always another secret. Another threshold. Another piece of the Force waiting to be torn open.
i̴t̸ ̶i̶s̶ ̸t̷h̶e̵r̷e̴.
i̸ ̷c̷a̴n̸ ̵f̸e̷e̷l̷ ̶i̷t̸.
b̴e̴h̵i̷n̴d̷ ̷i̷t̷.
b̷e̶h̵i̶n̶d̷ ̶e̴v̵e̶r̵y̸t̶h̵i̶n̷g̸.
M̸o̶r̸b̵u̶s̷ ̷s̸t̷i̶l̴l̸ ̵s̴e̵e̶k̷s̷.
A̴l̷w̴a̸y̸s̷.
a̵l̶w̵a̸y̴s̶...
a̶l̸w̴a̷y̶s̵...
a̷l̸w̶a̴y̵s...
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m̶o̸r̴b̶u̴s̷ ̴e̴n̷d̶u̷r̷e̷s̷
DECAY // HUNGER // MEMORY