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Character Darth Veradun

Darth Veradun

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OOC: The name and look may just seem like a cheap copy of Darth Malgus and it is, but I have put it in a backstory which is really cool. Enjoy the read before putting it down as copy-paste of an Old Republic character. :)


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DARTH VERADUN


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    The young boy who would later call himself Veradun, was born on a slave colony in the Outer Rim. The planet was mountainous and a mining world, providing minerals to their hostage-takers in exchange for food and other supplies. Working in mine drifts was nothing uncommon for children, for they could get into much smaller sized tunnels and located new veines of ore. So the little boy worked, day by day, sometimes for twenty hours to get a few pieces of ore which could be exchange for a piece of bread or a bowl of mush.

    Slowly the young boy began to grow, a bit faster than his fellows and it took some time for him as well to realise that there is a better way of earning what is needed to survive: violence. He could force other children to work for him, as he was stronger. They would pay a tribute or end up with a broken bone which was close to be a death sentence. And this worked for some time, until a band of elder boys, teenagers, caught the scent of this and confronted the boy. Unbeknowst to him, he was a Force sensitive and in the fight that followed, his strength and speed grew beyond what humans can achieve, killing two of the elder while the rest escaped. The tale quickly spread, but there was little authority around and he would not be trialed or whatever for it. In the colony the right of the stronger ruled.

    The years passed and his influence grew, by now having dozens of children working for him, even elders who begged for protection in exchange for food and other luxuries. It must have been around his fourteenth or fifteenth birthday when the tall grown boy was approached by those who controlled the mine. It was controlled by one of the three camps in the valley, called the Old Camp, which was ruled by Ore Barons who were presiding the exchange with the outside galaxy and living like Kings in their fortress. The Guard was serving them, a unit of men, cruel and reckless, but dedicated to uphold order in their domain and they were interested in the boy. And so they took him out of the mine, the boy seeing the sun for the first time for a longer period of time and seeing green of forests, blue lakes and rivers and a variety of animals. He was fascinated, but the first thought which formed in his head was: I want to rule this.

    The Guard knew about Force sensivity, but ignored it as they had no interest to create beings stronger than themselves. But they still trained the boy for a couple of months, giving him weapons and armour and actual training with those. And it just took a few weeks until there was nobody left he could not defeat. This made the Ore Barons nervous and they decided to kill the boy, nothing shall ever threaten their position of power and wealth, ever.

    On a raid mission against one of the other camps, the other Guards turned on the boy, he slew several of them, but was wounded by two bolts who pierced his armour and were stuck in his shoulder. They turned to run, but he crushed them with the Force, their armour cracking open like eggshells with the interior being spread all over the nearby grass and flowers.

    He was wounded, but his hate and anger about the betrayal actually healed his wounds and he became much more aware of his supernatural powers. Soon he was found by a patrol of the camp they were intending to raid, called the New Camp. Strong opposition to the Ore Barons and their Guards. They took him in and brought them to their leader, a man called Sarturas. He saw the strong connection to the Force the boy had and decided to train him, he was a former Sith who got caught in a war and was made a slave here on this world with little chance to escape, but that was decades ago. The teachings centered around the Sith code and what the Force is as well as its usage. And the boy learned fast.

    Years passed and the boy turned into a man, but the life in a mine started to demand a price, the fine dust breathed day by day had damaged the lungs and he had difficulties to breath, except when he was filled with emotions like anger, hate or fear, then his body was regenerating itself. With the age of twenty, the man was one of the tallest and strongest the slave colony had ever seen, a flawed diamond in regards to the Force, but more deadly than anyone around.

    The teachings of Sarturas were carrying fruit though, but maybe different than the master expected. The man saw the stagnation which all the camps were upholding and saw the weakness. He slayed Sarturas for everyone visible and threw his body down a cliff, proclaiming that they would take control of the entire valley, overthrow the Ore Barons and rule over the trade with their hostage-takers.

    The campaign was short and bloody and the young man would most likely not have needed the support of the New Camp to finish the Old Camp, but they took an example in his leadership. Terrified by it though, he was fearsome and reckless warrior and nobody who he fought against survived.

    It was now that the slavers above became worried and sent watchmen down to restore the old order, as they saw the new situation as a problem for their steady profits. But they did not expect their blaster and grenade armed soldiers to be overrun by a bunch of savages and the returning shuttle did not bring the good news, but the man who would later adopt the name Veradun. He was a Nameless Hero for the colony, even though he did not gave it a second thought after he could leave what he just conquered.

    The Galaxy was now his to claim . . .

    {END OF CHAPTER I - THE PRISONER}

    The man knew the Sith Code, was a capable combatant and Force user, but he had never set foot on a starship, nor seen any other Sith or Force users but Sarturas. To say that he had no clue what he was getting into, would be an understatement, but he nevertheless searched for a new master. The Sith Empire sounded like the obvious choice, it was powerful and reigned by Sith and from the outside it gave exactly the image the young man was looking for.

    He was getting himself under the tutelage of a Lord Cronos, a Sith Lord who trialed him several times, alongside other applicants before he made his decision. The other applicants, mostly from the Sith Academies, were not as fortunate as they believed, because the Nameless Hero had no remorse or restrain to murder them to increase his own chances. In the end he was accepted and being intensely taught in the ways of the Sith and the Dark side by someone who was actually practicing it on a daily basis. Yet frustration was soon finding its way into the heart of the young man, the Sith Empire proclaimed order through unity and imperialism. It was not what he believed, especially not after he got access to large archives where he could read on the Sith Empires before and the Sith Lords of old, such as Tulak Horde, Naga Sadow, Darth Vitiate, Darth Malgus or Darth Bane.

    He was impressed by all of them and set his goal to walk in their footsteps, even to embrace and praise one of them by promising to adopt his name as he never carried one or it was forgotten. Therefore he challenged his master into a discussion on the flawed ideology of the Empire which resulted in a duel which the young man would win. But now he had the attention of Cronos' superior, Darth Xardas, who wanted to know why his subordinate was dead.

    Darth Xardas was impressed by the strong man and promoted him to a Lord of the Sith, now the nameless man finally taking up a name, being called Lord Veradun. He admired Darth Malgus and his rather similar look, made him feel a connection to the impressive Sith Lord which he would ever try to maintain and at some point, to surpass.

    Darth Xardas though was different from Cronos and himself a more secluded living Sith, focused to studies and the art of Alchemy and Sorcery. Yet he shared many views with the young lord and would continue to teach him some things, while the young Lord was running his errands, further and further away from the Sith Empire and its values. Promoting strength over justice, power over stability. Veradun grew and encountered both hostile Sith and Jedi along his way and watching how the big Sith Empire slowly crumbled. The weakness of the Sith inside was shocking and disgusting, hence why they slowly started to fade.

    Lord Veradun grew more and more angry about the weakness he witnessed around him, there were not many Sith who could rightfully claim that title, only imperialists and moderates who would sell their sensitivity for a decade of ruling others. Meagre. So he decided to approach his superior to do something, to raise forces and declare war on the Sith pretenders. But he did not, he was content with his position and his studies. Once more Veradun has been abused as a tool by a dormant master. But it was the last time and by following an ancient tradition he challenged Darth Xardas to a Kaggath.

    {END OF CHAPTER II - AMONG THE SITH}

    The Kaggath is a tradition of the most ancient of Sith, pitting all their assets and power into a duel which could only result in humiliation or death. While the obvious fight was pitted between the powerbases, Lord Veradun himself chose a more subtle approach. He knew Darth Xardas would not want to fight him in a duel and do everything to avoid a personal confrontation.

    The home of Xardas was a planet in the Galactic South, far from most of the wars of the current time. Karideph was a fully cultivated agri-world with tunnels under its surface spanning miles upon miles. In a remote mountain the Dark Lord had its seat, hidden behind a careful maintained large estate devoted to agriculture. Even if it was not visible to any visitor, it was heavily fortified, possessing a shield generator, bunkers and housing a small army of veterans.

    Darth Xardas had a superiority both in ground and naval forces, at least on paper, having a small squadron of warships under his command as well as a legion of troopers. One by one the few assets Lord Veradun held fell, a mining station there, a listening post there and it seemed that Xardas was getting the upper hand by chopping off the young Sith´s assets one by one. But the Valor remained out of sight until an attack on an archive occured.

    Veradun had gathered a great interest in the writings of the old Sith and therefore collected a good amount of data about them in his ten years as a Sith, inheriting a lot from Lord Cronos as well. The archive was nothing special nor had any defences as it was hidden in a small village on the planet of Ashas Ree, deep in Sith Space.

    Darth Xardas by now had split up his forces, each still stronger than the lonely Valor and its small contingent of soldiers and Sith warriors. Though he did not leave anything to chance and always kept his forces close to each other for the possibility to support each other. He send an apprentice and a company of soldiers to loot and burn the archive of Veradun, but the contact broke after they approached the village. The commander of the force, Lord Namib, the most senior apprentice of Xardas, send in an air surveillance mission as well as some probe droids to find the whereabouts of the troops. Yet there was no trace of the forces on the ground. The probes did spot the landing craft, but no life signs were there and the village was deserted as well.

    Musing and considering his options, he sent his entire forces to three landing zones, trapping the village in a triangle with roughly two-thousand men approaching the village, alerted and ready. Lord Namib knew that this was more than his opponent could muster in total. But caution always paid double and the ships in orbit were put on battle stations as well.

    With caution the vanguard entered the village, their suits of armor making them sweat in the midday sun, but they were used to worse. Their fireteams moved at the sides of the walls of the houses, checking each house while more soldiers poured into the village from three sides. They were good, very good. Lord Namib would never tell them, but he was watching their progress with fascination. It took half an hour till the clear sign was given and the soldiers stood at the entrance to the cellar of a house, beneath where the archive was. Two more apprentices of Xardas were down there, turret-fodder nothing else in Namibs opinion.

    The contact to the forces broke again and Lord Namib's anger came to light, shouting the bridge crew and ordering them to re-establish the connection to his ground forces. On the ground there was confusion as well, they had just opened the entrance, as the coms suddenly were not working anymore. Confusion spread, but the soldiers were prepared and experienced, not letting this influence their work. The minutes that followed were difficult to describe though.

    A notion of fear spread with a hint of panic which none of the officers could explain, but apparently contact to several fireteams was gone. How was that possible? They were all in a range of two hundred meters of each other. Suddenly a single blaster shot was fired and it mounted into further frustration. The apprentices were ordering the officers to get order back into their soldiers. They were heading out to check the village and shout orders personally to their men. It was the moment Veradun had waited for.

    His Sith Warriors had slowly picked fireteams apart, they were hidden behind false walls and concealed themselves with the Force. He had sensed how strained their patience was, but they obeyed his orders. In a single motion he jumped out of the cellar, the crimson blade activating and decapitating the two apprentices. The tall Sith landed in the room, crouching and looking up to the door, his cheeks behind the respirator would rise in a smile. He pushed the button of the detonator. Mines were burried all around the village streets, most of them smoke, but also some frags. Soon the air was filled with screamed orders and just screams. The forty Sith Warriors emerged from their hidings and engaged the soldiers. The numbers were ridiculous, but the moment of surprise, confusion and the simple fact that these were ferocious Sith warriors unleashed in a limited environment, did not speak for the troops. Lord Veradun himself was sprinting out and starting his bloody work.

    It was the first of several carefully planned ambushes, toying with the dominance of Darth Xardas after he had won some uninteresting victories. Some parsecs away the Valor ambushed two frigates which were intended to reinforce the fleet of Lord Namib, just before jumping away and destroying a slavers ship which was under Darth Xardas control as well. There was no back and forth between the sides, only a forth for the forces of Veradun. Through cunning and subtleness he manoeuvred his enemy to positions where he could strike with unrelenting violence and claim victory.

    The final showdown of Karideph was as short as it was brutal. Lord Veradun had landed on the planet several weeks before the actual operation, without any troops, just a small team of followers and agents. For weeks they were scouting the area and tunnels, even managing to get an agent into the estate as envoy of an agri-corps together with further delegations. TheValor was sitting a micro-jump away in space, waiting to be called in.
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    Veradun is a tall man, towering at more than seven feet in height and has a muscular stature, forged in his life as a mineworker and warrior. In his teenage years, when his body started to grow as well as his Dark side attunement and his corrosion of the lungs, he slowly started to lose all of his body hair, which gave him an intimidating look.

    Added to that was his pale skin, no sun in the universe could tan him, the working in a mine and the total seduction by the Dark side have turned him and will keep him a pale man. His features are well defined, with strong cheek and jaw bones, but a hollow cheek itself, highlighting the structure of his face and if he would not be so bulky, his head would look like a skull.

    Since his escape from the colony and meeting proper industry and technology, he is wearing a respirator, which takes most of the pain he suffers from breathing. Since then his Dark side corruption also increased exponentially, turning the eyes into glowing coals with yellow irises and detoriating his skin with visible veins as well as aging it far beyond his actual age.

    <Brutal><Sociopathic><Power-Hungry><Strong-Willed><Vicious>

    Personal Alignment: Chaotic Evil

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    Primordial Violence - Lord Veradun is devoted to violence, to war and to conflict. A force of nature which unleashes itself onto the Galaxy. He is a passionate fighter, loves to kill but also honours those who stood valiantly in his way. His talent with the lightsaber is extreme, though the actual technique has room for improvements while his experience is ever expanding.

    Son of Belial - He was taught by his first master that where he came from, the Dark side of the Force is called Belial. It somehow stuck and Veradun still calls it like that from time to time. His Dark side attunement is absolute and he embraces every letter of the Sith Code without doubt, conflict is the base for development and progression, peace is stagnation. War shall never end. The strongest suppliments for his emotions are anger, pain and fear. Anger because he suffers in pain and still feels fear, pain of his lungs and fear to lose the power he has gained, fear to see the Galaxy stagnate under the rule of Jedi, wrong Sith and worse, which also awakens the hate towards these parties in him.

    Juggernaut - Veradun has suffered a lot of wounds, injuries and went through a lot of pain in his life. It fuels him when he feels it, but he also grew a strong resistance against pain. Being wounded by bolts, swords, claws or fangs, lightsabers, blasters or grenades, most parts of his body can tell one story or another which made him suffer.

    Detoriation - The burden of every Sith or Dark sider who is embracing the Dark side, is the decaying and corruption of the body. Even though Veradun is only thirty-one years old, his skin looks like that of a fifty year old. Every use, every emotion is driving him closer to his death, carrying him with slow steps to his own demise.

    Young - Veradun is still young and his contact to the actual galaxy is only a decade old, therefore he lacks experience. Experience against more powerful enemies, experience to face off against taunts or tricks of those who are veterans of combat and warfare.

    Crusader - There is little place for interpretation or aspects of the Dark side, either one serves it or one opposes it, there is no middle ground. Veradun despises those who try to combine the Dark side with profane goals or ideologies. The Sith should be free of this nonsense and focus on their aspiration to mastering the Dark side instead of mastering the worlds of the Galaxy. The Dark side gives power, power gives rule and rule oppresses those who are too weak to find it themselves.
  • Belongings:

    Old Equipment

    The Boys Plate - a heavy coat of plates with mail and boiled leather, made of ordinary materials available in the colony.
    Longsword - a heavy steel longsword, forged in the Colony.

    Current Equipment & Assets
    Veraduns Armor - Factory submission follows.
    Veraduns Lightsaber - Factory submission follows.
    Valor - a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer


    Relationships:

    Sith & Dark siders
    Sarturas - first master, killed by Veradun
    Lord Cronos - second master, killed by Veradun (becoming Lord Veradun)
    Darth Xardas - third master, lost a Khaggath but ran into hiding (Lord Veradun took up the title of Darth)

    Jedi & Light siders
    N/A

    Military & Officials
    N/A

    Civilians & Other
    N/A

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