Darth Spectris
Hateful Spirit
Darth Spectris
| Age | 38 |
| Species | Miraluka |
| Gender | He/Him |
| Height | 5'9" / 175cm |
| Weight | 170 lbs / 77kg |
| Force Sensitive | Yes, highly |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Like any self-respecting Sith, he can be found predominantly in black robes, the long, almost trailing, ends of which are tattered and burned from extensive fighting and training, leaving his attire often ragged looking - not unlike common interpretations of his namesake - across his athletic form. The only piece he strives to keep in prime condition is his head dress, which bears two shards of his master's shattered kyber crystal fashioned into teardrop-like accents below vestigial eye sockets.
INVENTORY
TBD
PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS
Spectris believes that civility and panache are all too frequently lost arts amongst the Sith, so focused as they are on feeding their bloodlust and sowing fear in the unclean masses. A true victory is achieved when your opponent is broken or twisted before the blade is ever drawn, ideally before they even realize it. To have your memory haunt the rest of their days, even if you've long forgotten them, is perfection. Still, not every enemy can be turned inside out by word alone and, needless to say, supreme bladework is a close second satisfaction. In a tangential vein, he places a good deal of value in learning history for its own sake, not just for outplaying your opponents.
STRENGTHS
Superior duelist: A veritable master of Makashi, with enough expertise in Niman and Shien to comfortably handle the majority of blaster-based foes, and make extensive use of the Force in combat.
Hateful Spirit: Anger and hatred have been focused to a durasteel needle point, resulting in an extremely disciplined man, difficult to rattle.
Peekaboo: A peerless cat amongst throngs of squirming rodents, he preys on the fear he induces with every step, stalking, ambushing, and chasing to keep enemies off balance.
WEAKNESSES
Signature Sense of Superiority: Has consumed his own kool-aid, and is more likely to underestimate the capabilities of his opponents.
False Master: Bears a secret so dear that all means are in some way turned toward keeping it that way - he was not the one to kill his master, and is no rightful Lord amongst Sith.
Family Man: His family still lives, and though he doesn't visit them for their safety, they're still dear to him.
HISTORY
Born Dormun Szerga to Saela and Matton in the upper levels of Coruscant's underbelly, danger and an undercurrent of fear would follow him like a shadow. There was a strict curfew, but he and his younger sister didn't live an altogether poor life, thanks to the family owning a fairly successful chain of self-serve laundromats across the planet called Sudsz Cleaners. This commercial success, however, brought with it the eyes of the underworld - Black Sun operatives running a protection racket kept his father under their thumb, and early refusals to pay were met swiftly and brutally. Needless to say, the opposition didn't last long.
Due to the present dangers, the approach by the Jedi of the Coruscanti temple was slow, and Dormun was already eleven years old by the time of his adoption into the temple, older than most. While he excelled in his studies, there was always a, for lack of better term, darkness that came with him - sparring sessions were brutal, he struggled to keep his frustration in check in the ways of the Force, his drive to be better than his classmates could be gently described as "passionate". Passing through the hands of one teacher after another that lauded his potential, if only he could keep himself detached, all things came to a head the day his sister was killed.
Despite not being allowed, he kept infrequent contact with his family through a series of sympathetic temple staff and friends on the outside, sharing in their cheer as well as their woes. Squarely on the cusp of Knighthood, when he learned that Halle had been hospitalized in attempting to stand up the the Black Sun's oppression, he couldn't sit by and do nothing. Pitching the news as an opportunity to partake in the legal system for the good of Coruscant to his master, a twi'lek Knight herself no stranger to oppression, it was simple to receive approval and embark for the under city. After a lengthy investigation, during which his sister has succumbed to her wounds, the cell that held many neighborhoods, not just Dormun's, in its grasp was swiftly descended upon by police, backed up by the two Jedi. Dormun had only one thing on his mind. When the dust had cleared and the surviving cartel members arrested, he took the first opportunity he found to behead the gangsters that killed his sister. Hiding nothing, and not the least bit repentant, his expulsion from the Order was just as swift.
However, his training would resume quickly under the auspices of Darth Velice, a human man that had long held designs for several of the potential Order's rejects, plucking from the streets those whose righteous anger, or even just indignance, burned in their hearts. The second of three, Dormun would become a superbly capable killer and conductor of the Force, taking well to the tenets of the Sith and the brutal training both, in order to - in his mind - never again allow the tragedy that happened to his family befall any other. He simply needed to be ever stronger.
For a decade, it was never enough.
He feared it never would be. One fateful day, he intercepted a distress signal from his master originating from deep in the wilds of Kashyyyk and, upon racing to him, found nothing but his cold body, brutalized and almost unrecognizable if it weren't for his lightsaber and transponder. Hatred for one's master is a given in the Sith, but seeing the man dead was hardly even a cold comfort. The anger had nowhere to go. But, perhaps it could. The galaxy was full of monsters worse than him, after all.
Claiming his master's lightsaber like a trophy, and the title of Darth Spectris, the man once known as Dormun Szerga set out to into the galaxy, to cast his shadow across the stars.