Chainbreaker
DOVORO FARISH
| Age | 23 GSY |
| Species | Lasat |
| Gender | Male |
| Height | 2.1 meters |
| Weight | 115 kg |
| Force Sensitive | Yes |
| Voice Claim | Chris Sabat |
INVENTORY
- A set of Sith armor, fitted to his Lasat physique
- A red-bladed saberstaff, modified from a J-19 bo-rifle
VEHICLES AND MISC.
- The Centennium Shyrack, his personal Mynock-class light freighter
- A Quickfire speeder bike
STRENGTHS
Physical Threat: As a Lasat of prime age, Dovoro has a build that could potentially rival the raw power of a Wookiee.
Painkiller: Due to the circumstances of his life, he more easily shrugs off the sensation of pain.
WEAKNESSES
Reckless Numb: Because of his tolerance to pain, he sometimes is reckless in his strategy, often leading to him becoming more dangerously injured.
Trauma: Because of his life, he has certain triggering events that could impede his rational thinking. Namely electroshock devices, or force lightning tend to trigger an overly submissive response. Or the image of armor resembling Imperial Stormtroopers tends to increase his rage.
HISTORY
Dovoro Farish grew up on Lira San, tucked away among the hidden Lasat who quietly kept their old ways alive, always honoring the Force. Even as a kid, people said he had this steady, deep energy about him—like something strong moving beneath calm water. One of the village elders noticed. He told Dovoro’s family they should trust the New Jedi Order with their son, because he was meant for something bigger than just life on Lira San. So, with a heavy heart, his family let him go.
He became a Padawan—never the ambitious type, but people relied on him. He was the one who held the line, who protected others and endured. When the Empire stormed Coruscant, Dovoro stayed behind, holding a corridor near the Jedi Temple so others could get out. He made it through the attack, but honestly, surviving ended up breaking him more than anything else.
The Imperials caught him. They didn’t just hurt his body—they went after his mind. They fed him lies about the Jedi abandoning him, said the Galactic Alliance had fallen. They kept him alone, cut him off from the Force, and just chipped away at his faith. He didn’t lash out in anger. He just went quiet, haunted by the idea that he’d failed everyone he tried to help. By the time the Empire started to fall apart, Dovoro was still alive, but he was a shadow—never really turned into one of their Inquisitors, but not the same Padawan anymore.
A member of the Sith Covenant found him, half-broken in an old Imperial prison. This Sith didn’t see weakness—they saw someone who’d survived everything. They didn’t chain him up or force him to serve. They just offered strength and the chance to choose his own way. Dovoro took it. He’d had enough of institutions that promised things and then collapsed. With the Covenant, he embraced a belief in power, not empty promises. Now, as one of their acolytes, he walks a fine line—part warrior, part predator. Scarred, shaped by loss, and carrying the memory of his people, he’s sworn he’ll never be powerless again.