Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
NAME: Darth Moridin
FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Master
SPECIES: Hapan Kiffar Mix
AGE: 457 years old
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2''
WEIGHT: 185 lbs
EYES: Orange
HAIR: Silver
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: LIKE A FOX.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Moridin over his long years of life has developed several dozens strengths and learned to tone down his weaknesses. After years and years of training Moridin has become perhaps the greatest Blademaster within the entire Galaxy. With a Lightsaber or Sith Sword he is known to be death in an instant. His focus within the force rides upon his strength in making himself better. Force speed and strength are two techniques he specializes in, being able to move at speeds that are hard for even other force Masters to follow. At his peek strength and ability Moridin is able to move distances of several dozen meters in almost the blink of an eye, though doing this tires him more than creating an entire storm of force lightning. Moridin is intensely well rounded when it comes to combat, not only being a blademaster but being an expert with a massive variety of weapons including the spear, lightwhip, and even blasters. He fights lithely and gracefully and unlike many other Sith never gives into his rage, believing that surrendering to the darkside is the worst option for a combatant.
On the other hand however when it comes to more finesse within the Force Moridin is unable to perform. The more extenuating force powers such as Sith Alchemy and Sith Magic completely and entirely elude him. Although he is able to conjure illusions and break into an opponents mind to make them dumbfounded the Dreadlord is hard pressed to do anything more. Sith Alchemy especially is a task he cannot perform. In the creating of Sith Spawn and other such creatures he has always required the assistance of other, though he would never admit it.
Despite his lack of power within the greater avenues of the force Moridin's greatest failing and weakness is his Pride. The Dreadlord's ego shines above all else. He considers himself and his strength above all others. Even Sith Masters in his eye are useless scum easy to dispose of. Moridin is Pride represented in person and were one to wound that Pride the Dreadlord would easily fall into dissarray and loose himself within his rage, a thing that as of yet has only happened once.
SHIP:
As Leader of the Pillar of Strength Moridin takes any ship he pleases from the Sith Fleet and uses it as his own.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Boy with no name:
Darth Moridin came into this world as would any child. He was born of a mother and a father nearly four hundred years ago before the Gulag Plague was even an idea in the minds of the people of the galaxy. His father was a Jedi Master within the order, a Kiffar of some note and power. His mother was a Hapan Royal, fourth in line for the Throne of Hapes and a legendary beauty that was hailed as the coming of a new dawn. When his mother and father met it was for a negotiation within the Republic, one born to stop world. Instantly they fell in love, though neither could afford it. His mother would be scorned for loving a Jedi, and his Father would be an outcast for feeling love at all.
Still the two lovers met, and consummated their feelings for one another many a times. The two met often, under the secret of meetings for their respective people. Over and over it happened, until eventually the result lead to Moridin's mother's pregnancy as such events often did. Of course neither of the two lovers could afford such a thing. His father would be thrown from the order, and his mother would likely be killed for betraying her people. His mother knew this, and elected not to tell Moridin's father of her pregnancy. She chose to do the unthinkable, to abort the child and rid his life of existence before it could even form. Before she could however he beloved fell upon the field of battle. A victim of pirates and their treachery. In honor of him, and in her great need to see his eyes once again, even if those eyes were those of her sons she decided to keep the child.
So his mother kept him alive, deciding to keep her pregnancy a secret from her siblings. She guarded herself closely, becoming a recluse for the next nine months until another unexpected event happened. The Queen Mother was killed, and with her her daughter. Moridin's mother came closer to the throne, only a step away. She began to plot, though she knew that her coming child would be a burden. Her next decision would shape her sons life in ways she could not have imagined.
She ventured to Coruscant, having her child there and then like the careless one she was...abandoning it. The Child was tossed aside, given to street urchins to raise and sell into slavery, and to never be seen again by its mother until much later. The Child was raised, by clans of slavers, outlaws, criminals. At the age of nine he broke away, and began to wander the streets of Coruscant alone. There he fought for his life every day. He stole, he killed, he hid himself away as best he could. For three more miserable years he survived within the streets of Coruscant, carving for himself a place to live, until finally he was caught. Coruscant security grabbed the boy that would become Moridin as he stole from a Naboo Noble. The man had him arrested, and upon his incarceration it was immediately noticed that for all intense and purposes...the boy did not exist. There was no record of him, no identifying marks or symbols upon him. The boy was simply...a ghost in modern terms.
Saul Talith Is born:
Coruscant Security had no idea what to do with him. He was an enigma, a criminal with no name. Because of this, and his strange behavior the boy was tossed into a Mental Ward within the Works of Coruscant, given the name Saul Talith. Within the hospital Saul grew to the age of sixteen. He lived quietly, never speaking, never fighting, never doing anything of note. During his stay within the hospital the boy was beaten, raped, and almost killed on more than one occasion, but still he never said a word. No screams passed his lips, no cries for help or aid, nothing. Eventually after three brutal years of eternal torture he began to be left alone. He was seen as one truly crazy, one never to be crossed or even observed. It was then that he was transferred to the “light” wing of the hospital. Away from the murderer's and psychopaths and towards the more open gardens of the strange sanctuary. Saul enjoyed this time, it was the only time that he ever thought he knew happiness.
Three months before his seventeenth birthday as he wandered through the open hospital a voice called to him. Saul had heard voices before this, he had heard them chant, heard them speak and call to him. This was different however, and as he followed the voice it grew louder and more powerful. He stepped into the basement of the building, and there upon the floor behind untold amounts of trash found the source of the voice. A silver gauntlet, with markings of black steel upon it. Before he could help himself Saul touched the trinket.
The instant that his fingers connected with the strange artifact the Force sprang to life within him, a voice screamed in his head and he became different. Talith was formed in his head, a thousand year old Sith Construct with a mind of its own. The construct immediately set to work it took control of Saul and over the next day slaughtered all those within the Hospital. The patients, the Doctors, the orderlies, the nurses they all died. The force drained them of life, of blood, of anything they had to offer. Talith killed, and Saul slept unaware of the devastation his body was causing. After three days of pure slaughter Talith retreated back into the gauntlet, becoming little more than a permanent vestige inside Saul's head.
The young boy, awoke within the corpses and blood of those who had once staffed the hospital. His screams and cries of pain carried out and about Coruscant, and the Jedi were sent to investigate. When they arrived they found the boy, crying in agony and pain unable to remember anything that occurred. They assumed that he was the lone survivor of a Sith attack, and sensing the force within him They took him as one of their own, more out of pity than anything else.
For the next four years Saul trained alongside the Jedi. He fought with them side by side, gaining a master and much respect as a Padawan within the order. He constructed a lightsaber of unique quality, a long staff with three emitters on each end. With this weapon and its use he gained much notoriety, quickly ascending through the rank of Padawan's until he was due to be knighted, with only one quality lacking. For some strange reason that could not be told he was unable to touch the Force. Since his day of slaughter this gift had been denied to him, always out of his grasp by just inches. This was because of the Construct upon his hand. Talith the voice inside of his head would not allow him use of the force, refusing to aid the Jedi in anyway at all.
So Knighthood was denied to the boy, yet he kept Fighting. He believed in the Jedi and their ways. He wanted to bring peace, true peace to the galaxy. He fought the Sith, Nightsisters, Empire, and anything else that stood in the way of peace. He became a master combatant, easily vexing those that stood above him. He fought in great battles, Naboo, Kuat, Dromund Kaas. All of these worlds saw his blade, whether the Jedi won or lost upon them. Saul became one of the foremost Padawans, one the younglings looked to as an example. He called for greater action against the Sith, to fight and kill them head on. To strike at their heart, and yet the council would not listen.
Eventually the Jedi were struck, in their confidence they had not foreseen an attack at their heart and in their great ego came a stab at them. The Sith attacked Coruscant in great force, invading the world and smashing its defenses in a matter of hours. Instead of helping the Jedi retreated, moving into the halls o the Jedi temple and sealing its massive doors shut.
It was a move that Saul was unable to understand. He didn't know why his masters, his betters would surrender like this. Why they would hide and wait for the Sith, why they would cower away from their very enemies when they were here. He couldn't and wouldn't understand. He watched as his masters cowered within the halls of the Jedi temple, he watched as they prepared for further retreat from their stronghold. He watched as safety came to them from the Jedi temple as billions died beyond the doors, and he did not understand. Finally a voice came to him, that of a snake in the dark.
It was Talith that spoke to him, the Sith construct upon his palm. It told him of what the Jedi really were at that moment, that they had found the truest emotion one could feel...fear. The Jedi were afraid, afraid of the Force and the Death it brought. Saul understood, he looked upon his Jedi brothers and understood. The Force was at fault here. It had led the Jedi astray. It had brought them to this destination and caused the death of trillions upon trillions of people. The padawan looked back upon the darkness that the galaxy had undergone. Naga Shadow. Exar Kun. Revan. All of these figures had been born of the force, all had been “guided” by the so call benevolent force of the galaxy. Saul understood. All of this death, all of this destruction was the fault of the force. Saul knew what it had done, and he saw what it tried to continue doing upon this world. In that very moment, Darth Moridin was born.
Saul Talith, the Jedi padawan ceased to exist as his mind shattered apart. He stepped through the crowds of the Jedi, he walked through the temple and towards the gate of the temple. The massive doors loomed above him, their massive stone and metal shape hiding behind them a Sith army of massive proportions. As he gazed upon it the force entered him, and he became Moridin. He used the force to open the gates, moving and pushing the locks aside and opening the door's to the temple.
In an instant the Sith poured in, rushing past him and the aura of Darkness that now surrounded him. The Sith began their slaughter, and the Jedi began their retreat. Of course the Jedi order later recovered, but from that day forward they were short one Padawan. The order Dubbed Moridin the “Betrayer of Hope” for his part in the destruction of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
Moridin Rises:
Darth Moridin began his career among the Sith with much fame. He joined already minted a Knight with now full powers within the force. Many Sith Apprentice's and Knights looked upon him with fear and recognition. To many of them he was the one that had opened the gates to the Jedi temple, and caused the deaths of thousands. Moridin hardly cared however, his interest was firmly affixed upon his own power and strengths. His abilites rose quickly, with the force now augmenting his abilities Moridin became one of the best bladesmen within the galaxy. He killed untold thousands, slaughtering soldiers, civilians and anyone else he could get his hands on.
For the first year and a half of his life as a Sith Moridin spent his time in perpetual fights. He fought Jedi Knights and Masters. He challenged Sith Lords to face him in combat and Nightsisters to stand trail by his blade. Many of these duels he lost, in fact more than a greater bulk of them ended with him fleeing. Each time however he learned from them, and each time he grew stronger and stronger because of them. Over the next year Moridin grew into a blademaster, eventually officially claiming the title within the Sith Empire and becoming renowned within the Sith as being perhaps the best with a Sith sword in a few centuries.
Despite this accomplishment he was hardly satisfied. He was but a knight among Masters, a foolish boy playing among men. He sought greater and greater heights, eventually challenging several Members of the Sith council to single combat. These duels again were lost, although surprisingly the Dreadlord somehow managed to hold his own against them all, hanging on to his life after each and every one. Eventually his notoriety grew and with it his power base. At a certain point Moridin made a claim to one of the worlds within the holdings of the Sith Empire, he grasped at the world of Byss and managed to take it as his own.
The Planet quickly grew into a fortress, becoming a harbinger for Sith armies and fleets. The populace quickly began to love their new Dreadlord, showering him with gifts and praise. Moridin's power grew, further and further until it reached a little bit too far. After dozens of outings on other worlds and hundreds of engagements with the Jedi and their ilk Moridin stepped to far. Within the ice caves of Ilum Moridin came to clash with a powerful Jedi Knight. They fought for what seemed like hours bringing the caves down upon themselves and finally ending when the Jedi knight stabbed Moridin with his own blade. The Sith Artifact screamed and screeched, breaking into the Dreadlord and tearing him apart. His body was turned into dust, and his soul within the force banished to where all dead Sith venture...Chaos.
It was here that Moridin displayed his true treachery. Like many Sith before him Moridin had cheated Death. During his time amongst the living he had forged hundreds of Artifacts, each one imbued with a bit of his essence using the force ability known as “transfer essence”. Each one of these peces held a shard of him within him and when a force user touched one of these shards their own essence became over written with Moridins own. The Dreadlord managed to summon himself from Chaos over and over again, cheating death as though it were nothing but a cheap strumpet.
Moridin managed to live this way, bringing himself back from the brink every time. This continued for several years with the Dreadlord resurrecting himself in hundreds of different bodies, until eventually he found a permanent way to reform himself. Somehow through what he thought was his own will Moridin formed a connection with a powerful Jedi, Anara Valnor. He latched his claws into this woman, binding her to him and manipulating her in ways only a Sith could imagine. Her connection to him had an effect, if she willed it she could bring him back into the real world, back from Chaos through some means of the Force. Moridin did not know how, though he exploited that ability to its fullest extent.
Two years before the Gulag plague struck Moridin unleashed his ultimate plane for reanimation. He called Anara to Byss, along with several Sith and Jedi. He brought them to his palace, his ultimate and central place of power. He attended them, and then appeared in a ghostly form of smiles and deception. He spoke to them, each of them outraged in their own way for being dragged to the center of the galaxy. Moridin looked to all of them, and then to Anara. He smirked at her, in a knowing way and then began his ritual.
In an instant Moridin called upon a massive cloud of the Darkside, and in an instant it responded. In a massive wave of death Moridin drained the life of every living thing on Byss. The eighteen billion civilian inhabitants of the world were gone in the blink of an eye. The Jedi and the Sith he had called to the world tumbled to the floor as well. A massive wave of energy flooded into the palace, the lives of the people of Byss rebuilt Moridin folding him together and rebuilding him a body. In the end, after what seemed to be hours and hours Only Moridin and Anara remained alive. The Dreadlord now however stood in a body of mortal flesh, composed of the lives of eighteen billion people. At that very moment all he could do was laugh, and is laughter seemed to fill the entire world.
The Gulag Plague:
Upon hearing of his feat, and after the uproar of what he had done the Sith council immediately promoted Moridin to the rank of Master, seeing his ultimate deed of destruction as something to be entirely admired. The Dreadlord took the title rightfully dissevered and then immediately turned around and spat in the faced of the council. Something had told him something was coming. He did not know what, but he knew that the galaxy would soon be plagued by disaster and death. Instantly the Dreadlord hid away. He gathered Anara against her will and sealed her away within his palace. Then he himself went to ground in a grand tomb beneath the Surface of Byss.
Here he put himself in stasis, a trance sleep like state that he stayed in for decades. Every few years however he would awake. He would look upon the galaxy and gaze into what was happening. It was in this way that Moridin stayed alive throughout the four Centuries that was the Gulag Plague. He extended his life far beyond what it was capable of, sleeping for decades at a time and awakening for only a year or so.
One of these times was when his tomb was intruded upon by a pair of Sith nearly as hold as he. Lady Silencia and Quietus woke him from his sleep. The pair of women intrigued him, and they quickly grew to be...friends, if one could call Sith such. Moridin traveled with them for a time, inspecting the galaxy and looking upon what the Plague had wrought. Seeing that the disease was still at its height however Moridin thought better of coming back into the galaxy and went back to his tomb. There he slept for decades more, awakening just enough to check on the status of the galaxy, and then returning to his slumber.
Eventually his eternal rest was interrupted. Miners of a recovering Byss intruded upon his tomb. They awoke him, breaking his status and forcing his reemergence. He came into the galaxy and called to the Sith. A man from his past greeted him, Apparatus. He informed Moridin of the current status of the Sith, and immediately the Dreadlord went to work, the force after all was still in control of the galaxy.
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
lots.
FACTION: The Sith Empire
RANK: Sith Master
SPECIES: Hapan Kiffar Mix
AGE: 457 years old
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2''
WEIGHT: 185 lbs
EYES: Orange
HAIR: Silver
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: LIKE A FOX.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Moridin over his long years of life has developed several dozens strengths and learned to tone down his weaknesses. After years and years of training Moridin has become perhaps the greatest Blademaster within the entire Galaxy. With a Lightsaber or Sith Sword he is known to be death in an instant. His focus within the force rides upon his strength in making himself better. Force speed and strength are two techniques he specializes in, being able to move at speeds that are hard for even other force Masters to follow. At his peek strength and ability Moridin is able to move distances of several dozen meters in almost the blink of an eye, though doing this tires him more than creating an entire storm of force lightning. Moridin is intensely well rounded when it comes to combat, not only being a blademaster but being an expert with a massive variety of weapons including the spear, lightwhip, and even blasters. He fights lithely and gracefully and unlike many other Sith never gives into his rage, believing that surrendering to the darkside is the worst option for a combatant.
On the other hand however when it comes to more finesse within the Force Moridin is unable to perform. The more extenuating force powers such as Sith Alchemy and Sith Magic completely and entirely elude him. Although he is able to conjure illusions and break into an opponents mind to make them dumbfounded the Dreadlord is hard pressed to do anything more. Sith Alchemy especially is a task he cannot perform. In the creating of Sith Spawn and other such creatures he has always required the assistance of other, though he would never admit it.
Despite his lack of power within the greater avenues of the force Moridin's greatest failing and weakness is his Pride. The Dreadlord's ego shines above all else. He considers himself and his strength above all others. Even Sith Masters in his eye are useless scum easy to dispose of. Moridin is Pride represented in person and were one to wound that Pride the Dreadlord would easily fall into dissarray and loose himself within his rage, a thing that as of yet has only happened once.
SHIP:
As Leader of the Pillar of Strength Moridin takes any ship he pleases from the Sith Fleet and uses it as his own.
BIOGRAPHY:
The Boy with no name:
Darth Moridin came into this world as would any child. He was born of a mother and a father nearly four hundred years ago before the Gulag Plague was even an idea in the minds of the people of the galaxy. His father was a Jedi Master within the order, a Kiffar of some note and power. His mother was a Hapan Royal, fourth in line for the Throne of Hapes and a legendary beauty that was hailed as the coming of a new dawn. When his mother and father met it was for a negotiation within the Republic, one born to stop world. Instantly they fell in love, though neither could afford it. His mother would be scorned for loving a Jedi, and his Father would be an outcast for feeling love at all.
Still the two lovers met, and consummated their feelings for one another many a times. The two met often, under the secret of meetings for their respective people. Over and over it happened, until eventually the result lead to Moridin's mother's pregnancy as such events often did. Of course neither of the two lovers could afford such a thing. His father would be thrown from the order, and his mother would likely be killed for betraying her people. His mother knew this, and elected not to tell Moridin's father of her pregnancy. She chose to do the unthinkable, to abort the child and rid his life of existence before it could even form. Before she could however he beloved fell upon the field of battle. A victim of pirates and their treachery. In honor of him, and in her great need to see his eyes once again, even if those eyes were those of her sons she decided to keep the child.
So his mother kept him alive, deciding to keep her pregnancy a secret from her siblings. She guarded herself closely, becoming a recluse for the next nine months until another unexpected event happened. The Queen Mother was killed, and with her her daughter. Moridin's mother came closer to the throne, only a step away. She began to plot, though she knew that her coming child would be a burden. Her next decision would shape her sons life in ways she could not have imagined.
She ventured to Coruscant, having her child there and then like the careless one she was...abandoning it. The Child was tossed aside, given to street urchins to raise and sell into slavery, and to never be seen again by its mother until much later. The Child was raised, by clans of slavers, outlaws, criminals. At the age of nine he broke away, and began to wander the streets of Coruscant alone. There he fought for his life every day. He stole, he killed, he hid himself away as best he could. For three more miserable years he survived within the streets of Coruscant, carving for himself a place to live, until finally he was caught. Coruscant security grabbed the boy that would become Moridin as he stole from a Naboo Noble. The man had him arrested, and upon his incarceration it was immediately noticed that for all intense and purposes...the boy did not exist. There was no record of him, no identifying marks or symbols upon him. The boy was simply...a ghost in modern terms.
Saul Talith Is born:
Coruscant Security had no idea what to do with him. He was an enigma, a criminal with no name. Because of this, and his strange behavior the boy was tossed into a Mental Ward within the Works of Coruscant, given the name Saul Talith. Within the hospital Saul grew to the age of sixteen. He lived quietly, never speaking, never fighting, never doing anything of note. During his stay within the hospital the boy was beaten, raped, and almost killed on more than one occasion, but still he never said a word. No screams passed his lips, no cries for help or aid, nothing. Eventually after three brutal years of eternal torture he began to be left alone. He was seen as one truly crazy, one never to be crossed or even observed. It was then that he was transferred to the “light” wing of the hospital. Away from the murderer's and psychopaths and towards the more open gardens of the strange sanctuary. Saul enjoyed this time, it was the only time that he ever thought he knew happiness.
Three months before his seventeenth birthday as he wandered through the open hospital a voice called to him. Saul had heard voices before this, he had heard them chant, heard them speak and call to him. This was different however, and as he followed the voice it grew louder and more powerful. He stepped into the basement of the building, and there upon the floor behind untold amounts of trash found the source of the voice. A silver gauntlet, with markings of black steel upon it. Before he could help himself Saul touched the trinket.
The instant that his fingers connected with the strange artifact the Force sprang to life within him, a voice screamed in his head and he became different. Talith was formed in his head, a thousand year old Sith Construct with a mind of its own. The construct immediately set to work it took control of Saul and over the next day slaughtered all those within the Hospital. The patients, the Doctors, the orderlies, the nurses they all died. The force drained them of life, of blood, of anything they had to offer. Talith killed, and Saul slept unaware of the devastation his body was causing. After three days of pure slaughter Talith retreated back into the gauntlet, becoming little more than a permanent vestige inside Saul's head.
The young boy, awoke within the corpses and blood of those who had once staffed the hospital. His screams and cries of pain carried out and about Coruscant, and the Jedi were sent to investigate. When they arrived they found the boy, crying in agony and pain unable to remember anything that occurred. They assumed that he was the lone survivor of a Sith attack, and sensing the force within him They took him as one of their own, more out of pity than anything else.
For the next four years Saul trained alongside the Jedi. He fought with them side by side, gaining a master and much respect as a Padawan within the order. He constructed a lightsaber of unique quality, a long staff with three emitters on each end. With this weapon and its use he gained much notoriety, quickly ascending through the rank of Padawan's until he was due to be knighted, with only one quality lacking. For some strange reason that could not be told he was unable to touch the Force. Since his day of slaughter this gift had been denied to him, always out of his grasp by just inches. This was because of the Construct upon his hand. Talith the voice inside of his head would not allow him use of the force, refusing to aid the Jedi in anyway at all.
So Knighthood was denied to the boy, yet he kept Fighting. He believed in the Jedi and their ways. He wanted to bring peace, true peace to the galaxy. He fought the Sith, Nightsisters, Empire, and anything else that stood in the way of peace. He became a master combatant, easily vexing those that stood above him. He fought in great battles, Naboo, Kuat, Dromund Kaas. All of these worlds saw his blade, whether the Jedi won or lost upon them. Saul became one of the foremost Padawans, one the younglings looked to as an example. He called for greater action against the Sith, to fight and kill them head on. To strike at their heart, and yet the council would not listen.
Eventually the Jedi were struck, in their confidence they had not foreseen an attack at their heart and in their great ego came a stab at them. The Sith attacked Coruscant in great force, invading the world and smashing its defenses in a matter of hours. Instead of helping the Jedi retreated, moving into the halls o the Jedi temple and sealing its massive doors shut.
It was a move that Saul was unable to understand. He didn't know why his masters, his betters would surrender like this. Why they would hide and wait for the Sith, why they would cower away from their very enemies when they were here. He couldn't and wouldn't understand. He watched as his masters cowered within the halls of the Jedi temple, he watched as they prepared for further retreat from their stronghold. He watched as safety came to them from the Jedi temple as billions died beyond the doors, and he did not understand. Finally a voice came to him, that of a snake in the dark.
It was Talith that spoke to him, the Sith construct upon his palm. It told him of what the Jedi really were at that moment, that they had found the truest emotion one could feel...fear. The Jedi were afraid, afraid of the Force and the Death it brought. Saul understood, he looked upon his Jedi brothers and understood. The Force was at fault here. It had led the Jedi astray. It had brought them to this destination and caused the death of trillions upon trillions of people. The padawan looked back upon the darkness that the galaxy had undergone. Naga Shadow. Exar Kun. Revan. All of these figures had been born of the force, all had been “guided” by the so call benevolent force of the galaxy. Saul understood. All of this death, all of this destruction was the fault of the force. Saul knew what it had done, and he saw what it tried to continue doing upon this world. In that very moment, Darth Moridin was born.
Saul Talith, the Jedi padawan ceased to exist as his mind shattered apart. He stepped through the crowds of the Jedi, he walked through the temple and towards the gate of the temple. The massive doors loomed above him, their massive stone and metal shape hiding behind them a Sith army of massive proportions. As he gazed upon it the force entered him, and he became Moridin. He used the force to open the gates, moving and pushing the locks aside and opening the door's to the temple.
In an instant the Sith poured in, rushing past him and the aura of Darkness that now surrounded him. The Sith began their slaughter, and the Jedi began their retreat. Of course the Jedi order later recovered, but from that day forward they were short one Padawan. The order Dubbed Moridin the “Betrayer of Hope” for his part in the destruction of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.
Moridin Rises:
Darth Moridin began his career among the Sith with much fame. He joined already minted a Knight with now full powers within the force. Many Sith Apprentice's and Knights looked upon him with fear and recognition. To many of them he was the one that had opened the gates to the Jedi temple, and caused the deaths of thousands. Moridin hardly cared however, his interest was firmly affixed upon his own power and strengths. His abilites rose quickly, with the force now augmenting his abilities Moridin became one of the best bladesmen within the galaxy. He killed untold thousands, slaughtering soldiers, civilians and anyone else he could get his hands on.
For the first year and a half of his life as a Sith Moridin spent his time in perpetual fights. He fought Jedi Knights and Masters. He challenged Sith Lords to face him in combat and Nightsisters to stand trail by his blade. Many of these duels he lost, in fact more than a greater bulk of them ended with him fleeing. Each time however he learned from them, and each time he grew stronger and stronger because of them. Over the next year Moridin grew into a blademaster, eventually officially claiming the title within the Sith Empire and becoming renowned within the Sith as being perhaps the best with a Sith sword in a few centuries.
Despite this accomplishment he was hardly satisfied. He was but a knight among Masters, a foolish boy playing among men. He sought greater and greater heights, eventually challenging several Members of the Sith council to single combat. These duels again were lost, although surprisingly the Dreadlord somehow managed to hold his own against them all, hanging on to his life after each and every one. Eventually his notoriety grew and with it his power base. At a certain point Moridin made a claim to one of the worlds within the holdings of the Sith Empire, he grasped at the world of Byss and managed to take it as his own.
The Planet quickly grew into a fortress, becoming a harbinger for Sith armies and fleets. The populace quickly began to love their new Dreadlord, showering him with gifts and praise. Moridin's power grew, further and further until it reached a little bit too far. After dozens of outings on other worlds and hundreds of engagements with the Jedi and their ilk Moridin stepped to far. Within the ice caves of Ilum Moridin came to clash with a powerful Jedi Knight. They fought for what seemed like hours bringing the caves down upon themselves and finally ending when the Jedi knight stabbed Moridin with his own blade. The Sith Artifact screamed and screeched, breaking into the Dreadlord and tearing him apart. His body was turned into dust, and his soul within the force banished to where all dead Sith venture...Chaos.
It was here that Moridin displayed his true treachery. Like many Sith before him Moridin had cheated Death. During his time amongst the living he had forged hundreds of Artifacts, each one imbued with a bit of his essence using the force ability known as “transfer essence”. Each one of these peces held a shard of him within him and when a force user touched one of these shards their own essence became over written with Moridins own. The Dreadlord managed to summon himself from Chaos over and over again, cheating death as though it were nothing but a cheap strumpet.
Moridin managed to live this way, bringing himself back from the brink every time. This continued for several years with the Dreadlord resurrecting himself in hundreds of different bodies, until eventually he found a permanent way to reform himself. Somehow through what he thought was his own will Moridin formed a connection with a powerful Jedi, Anara Valnor. He latched his claws into this woman, binding her to him and manipulating her in ways only a Sith could imagine. Her connection to him had an effect, if she willed it she could bring him back into the real world, back from Chaos through some means of the Force. Moridin did not know how, though he exploited that ability to its fullest extent.
Two years before the Gulag plague struck Moridin unleashed his ultimate plane for reanimation. He called Anara to Byss, along with several Sith and Jedi. He brought them to his palace, his ultimate and central place of power. He attended them, and then appeared in a ghostly form of smiles and deception. He spoke to them, each of them outraged in their own way for being dragged to the center of the galaxy. Moridin looked to all of them, and then to Anara. He smirked at her, in a knowing way and then began his ritual.
In an instant Moridin called upon a massive cloud of the Darkside, and in an instant it responded. In a massive wave of death Moridin drained the life of every living thing on Byss. The eighteen billion civilian inhabitants of the world were gone in the blink of an eye. The Jedi and the Sith he had called to the world tumbled to the floor as well. A massive wave of energy flooded into the palace, the lives of the people of Byss rebuilt Moridin folding him together and rebuilding him a body. In the end, after what seemed to be hours and hours Only Moridin and Anara remained alive. The Dreadlord now however stood in a body of mortal flesh, composed of the lives of eighteen billion people. At that very moment all he could do was laugh, and is laughter seemed to fill the entire world.
The Gulag Plague:
Upon hearing of his feat, and after the uproar of what he had done the Sith council immediately promoted Moridin to the rank of Master, seeing his ultimate deed of destruction as something to be entirely admired. The Dreadlord took the title rightfully dissevered and then immediately turned around and spat in the faced of the council. Something had told him something was coming. He did not know what, but he knew that the galaxy would soon be plagued by disaster and death. Instantly the Dreadlord hid away. He gathered Anara against her will and sealed her away within his palace. Then he himself went to ground in a grand tomb beneath the Surface of Byss.
Here he put himself in stasis, a trance sleep like state that he stayed in for decades. Every few years however he would awake. He would look upon the galaxy and gaze into what was happening. It was in this way that Moridin stayed alive throughout the four Centuries that was the Gulag Plague. He extended his life far beyond what it was capable of, sleeping for decades at a time and awakening for only a year or so.
One of these times was when his tomb was intruded upon by a pair of Sith nearly as hold as he. Lady Silencia and Quietus woke him from his sleep. The pair of women intrigued him, and they quickly grew to be...friends, if one could call Sith such. Moridin traveled with them for a time, inspecting the galaxy and looking upon what the Plague had wrought. Seeing that the disease was still at its height however Moridin thought better of coming back into the galaxy and went back to his tomb. There he slept for decades more, awakening just enough to check on the status of the galaxy, and then returning to his slumber.
Eventually his eternal rest was interrupted. Miners of a recovering Byss intruded upon his tomb. They awoke him, breaking his status and forcing his reemergence. He came into the galaxy and called to the Sith. A man from his past greeted him, Apparatus. He informed Moridin of the current status of the Sith, and immediately the Dreadlord went to work, the force after all was still in control of the galaxy.
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
lots.
