Master of Fear
Darth Nefaron
| Age | 45 |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 6'0" (1.82 Meters) |
| Weight | 145 LBS (65.77 KG) |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Despite being human, Nefaron looks far from any man you might encounter in the galaxy. Twisted and broken, Nefaron is always clad in his dark robes that hide away his horrid face. Pale white eyes reveal a man all but blind. One might think Nefaron is a walking corpse and the Dark Lord does little to dissuade that idea. Peeling back the exterior would reveal a patchwork of scars and limbs that never seemed to heal as they should as if past trauma has become engrained into the Sith's very being.
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Of all the base emotions the Sith draw their power from, Nefaron has fully embraced fear as his guiding light, his devotion to the singular emotion has taken an almost religious turn over the years. Despite this, Nefaron is often quiet and reserved when engaged in conversation, maintaining a collected demeanor in his dealings despite dealing in concoctions that are designed to break the minds of those he targets. Though usually confident, one can shatter the illusion of confidence that Nefaron maintains and reveal a man driven by his own anger and fear, often to rather deadly results.
STRENGTHS
You Can't Fight Fear: Nearly every living creature is capable of being consumed by their fears and Nefaron has become a master of discovering what it takes to render a creature into a shell, terrified of their own shadow. While not impossible, to break through whatever sorcery or chemical concoction has infected the mind is quite the task.
Manipulation: It; 's rare for Nefaron to enter the fray himself, preferring to scheme in the safety of his laboratory. Instead, he employs a vast network of informants and servants who carry out his will, many often doing so via blackmail or, rather appropriately, out of fear for what might happen to themselves or those they care for.
Sith Science: While the force is the ultimate power in the universe, it need not be employed alone. The force provides an unparalleled understanding of how a body functions, be they human, twi'lek, or any other sentient being in the galaxy. With this power, Nefaron can create weapons that strike both mind and body to bring suffering and death on an unprecedented scale.
WEAKNESSES
A Broken Creature: Unsprisingly, Nefaron's body is not very durable. While his own suffering strengthens his connection to the dark side, the effects that his body has to endure render him physically weak and feeble.
Words, Not Weapons; Understanding his own physical shortcomings, Nefaron doesn't even carry a lightsaber, relying on the chemical weaponry and his injection gauntlet should he be engaged in close combat. His usual weaponry is his words and whatever horrid creation he has come up with to torment the galaxy.
Without Fear, Life is Meaningless: While most creatures experience fear, some have grown beyond whatever phobias they once maintained. When encountering such a being, Nefaron will struggle to come up with some defense, in fact, he will do everything in his power to figure out just how he can break the creature in front of him, despite the personal danger.
HISTORY
Born to a broken family on level 1941 of Coruscant, Nefaron quickly learned just what it meant to live in abject terror. Despite the attempts at pacifying the lower levels, crime, and suffering continue to infect a planet of trillions, from petty spice dealers to the most twisted of serial killers. One such killer was responsible for the death of Nefaron's mother after hours of torture, torture that he was forced to watch. Being only 13 at the time of the murder, the poor boy was utterly broke and spent months isolated within the former family home. He had once dreamed of reaching the surface, he was quickly developing into a bright young man who might have a future in medicine, but it was all for naught as he abandoned all former studies, instead focusing on the one night that utterly destroyed his mind. Eventually, the boy believed he would never have peace so long as his mother's killer roamed free, and so he went hunting through the dank alleys and crime-filled streets in search of his target. Eventually, his hunt took him deep below even level 1000, nearly entering the forbidden zone of the planet where humans could not tread as a result of centuries of toxic waste being dumped on these levels and the mutated creatures that called the waste home. It was on level 6 that he learned of the killer's hideout, spotting him entering a makeshift shelter. Unfortunately for Nefaron, the killer knew well of the creatures who roamed these low levels while Nefaron was unaware of just how deadly a pack of hive rats could be. The massive, mutated rodents set upon him and began to rip apart his flesh.
It was then that true fear overwhelmed the future Sith Lord. It was then that the force, hidden within him until this moment, revealed itself, and with its power, the hive rats were ripped apart until little was left but a pile of flesh. The damage done to Nefaron was severe, he lay dying in the dark until he was taken by a cloaked figure. The pain overwhelmed him and the next few hours became a blur, but eventually, his mind returned only to find that his body, once broken, had been crudely remade with what crude medical equipment and rudimentary surgery. Much to Nefaron's horror, his savior was the same man who had killed his mother. As he began to panic, the killer leaned in and carefully lowered Nefaron back to the table he was restrained to and whispered a few words, words that would guide him for the rest of his life.
"Shh... It's okay to be afraid."
While deranged, his mother's killer was brilliant in a way. He did not kill for pleasure, but because he wished to show the world how futile life was, how hope itself was entirely cruel. The heroic's of the Jedi that had inspired countless beings in the darkness of the lower levels were all for naught as there was no one coming to save them, and nothing could be done to prevent the coming oblivion. While not being force-sensitive, Nefaron viewed the killer as his first true master, showing him his ways of dictating a philosophy of pain and torment. For ten years, Nefaron learned from this man, watching as he went about tormenting the lower levels of Coruscant. Eventually, Nefaron believed that his master had not taken his own philosophy to its zenith, that the scum that lived on the lowest levels had already been enlightened to fear. He thought bigger, to target those who believed in their own safety on the highest levels, to reveal that they were just as vulnerable to their own fears. To this end, Nefaron put his medical knowledge to use, creating a chemical weapon that could be easily dispersed among countless beings. But he needed to test his new weapon, and so he engaged in that oldest of dark traditions.
He used the weapon on his master. It was remarkably effective and left Nefaron the master of his own destiny. He knew that Coruscant was an effective target, but he would not risk reprisal from the Alliance or the Jedi when he was still so weak. So, for the first time, he made his way to the surface and found passage off-world, fleeing to the darkest reaches of the galaxy and seeking the protection of Sith territory. He continued to learn, studying both the dark side and furthering his own research with access to ample test subjects in the form of slaves and the occasional lone outpost. He has spent time gathering strength, but now he is ready to return to the known galaxy to bathe it in true fear.
There is no hope. No Savior. Only Oblivion.