Grauxius
Character
Name: Grauxius (Formerly Delareth Zevan)Faction: One Sith
Rank: N/A
Species: Epicanthix
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 430lbs (unarmored) 500lbs (armored)
Eyes: Black
Hair: White
Skin: Sickly Gray
Force Sensitive: Yes
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Strengths & Weaknesses (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Dark Lord's Blessing: Grauxius is the result of heavy experimentation and fueling of the Dark Side. Due to this, his body has experienced severe genetic mutation and muscle expansion beyond what is natural. Bones have become malformed in a peculiar way that has elongated them and hardened them to an extreme degree, giving him superior physical strength and capacity than normal near-humans. Along with all this, Grauxius also has developed a grotesque craving for flesh; when consumed, it nourishes his body's vitals and creates an almost euphoric sensation. When consuming the flesh of a Force Sensitive, it only allows him to grow in the Dark Side.
+ Built Like A Tank: Due to Grauxius' heavy physical mutation, he is considerably harder to take down. Normal blaster fire will only enrage the monstrosity, but can leave minor external damage. He can endure quite a bit of punishment before finally dropping.
+/- Double-Edged Sword: While being fueled by the Dark Side and being immensely powerful, Grauxius can also suffer from its negative effects. His lifespan is substantially shortened and can only be kept from dying a painful death by consuming other beings. Without having a proper supply of nourishment, he will become enraged and become not only a danger to others, but a danger to himself. He may even try to consume parts of his own body.
- Unforgiving: Grauxius' internal organs are at risk of failure due to the strain put on his body during the experimentation trials. Being pushed to physical limits has caused severe pain throughout his entire anatomy as mutations still proceed.
- Maddening Depths: Being a freakish spawn of Sith experimentation and being a conduit for Dark Side has taken its toll on Grauxius. He will never know peace and serenity and must kill until he one day drops dead from being exhausted beyond limit, or is driven to kill himself.
Appearance: Sickly gray skin with disgusting veins and blood vessels popping out all over his body, his teeth have changed into jagged rows of razor sharp teeth akin to a shark.
Biography: Humble Beginnings...
Before the name Grauxius was even labeled upon this man, he was merely a Jedi Padawan belonging to a noble family that resided on Panatha. During his younger years, Delareth made the commitment to himself and his loved ones that he would make a pilgrimage to become a Jedi within the Order's ranks. As determined as the youth was, he had is own set of doubts and personal beliefs that he held close. His family had closer ties to the Sith than to any Republic-aligned or Jedi controlled territory; however, they weren't devoutly serving Imperial favor.Upon reaching the temple he had sought, the young man was greeted with a warm reception and was immediately whisked away to begin his training. But again, something skeptical kept eating up his ambitions. Almost as if his desire to become part of the Jedi was wrong in some way. Now was not the time to worry over such petty insignificance. Upon his first day of training, he was soft-spoken and clumsy. His coordination was off and he had moderate difficulty being able to control himself with a lightsaber, reacting violently when criticized.
The masters overseeing this were somewhat disturbed by his easily angered outburst. They attempted to calm him down, and it was a success. They assured him that even though he was finding it hard to follow through, that there was still enough time to perfect any imperfections.
Deep within his own thoughts, he was already despising this training. His wealthy upbringing had made him lazy, unable to truly accept such a humble path. He desired an easier path, something empowering and satisfying.
Weeks passed and Delareth had more than overcome his lack of progression, now being one of the upper students in terms of combat. But unlike the other students, he couldn't help but cling to emotions he was to forbid to clear his conscious, and the masters took note of this. On one afternoon one of the aforementioned masters called upon Delareth to question his motives for wanting to join the Jedi Order, and upon hearing the query, Delareth froze.
Why had he come all this way to join? To display some kind of integrity or discipline he obviously didn't have?
His answer was one spite. From there he cast aside his image of becoming part of the Jedi, embarrassed and ashamed of himself for not only going against his own family's ideals, but for simply wasting his time with the Republic and trying to engage in its affairs as a protector. His calling would be elsewhere.
He decided he would return to Panatha and consult his family about his best options. Perhaps the Sith would be a better fit for him. After all, he was the only Force Sensitive within his family. So why not cease such an opportunity?
Reborn...
Upon returning to Panatha, Delareth caught wind of a certain name going around like wild fire. A Sith that ruled supreme over the planet with a great power; Zambrano. In such a short period of time, it had seemed like vast changes had taken over Panatha. Delareth's family was there to greet him with a warm welcome, informing him that a new figure of power had brought not only pride to the Epicanthix people, but an underlined purpose and future. Slightly confused and even a bit curious, he decided to take a look at how his home had changed. Monuments of the Sith hailing from this planet were abundant with proud stature. The craftsmanship was also a remarkable detail, despite how petty that may seem.
Delareth made his way toward the capital city of Canthar to seek the guidance of Sith and to pick up where he had failed with the Jedi. To use his emotion as a tool to fuel his progress was admittedly a better idea than to suppress his desires.
Upon his entry into the city, he was reminded of the pride he had to be called Epicanthix. The beauty and structure of his homeland was incomparable to other continents with such grand architecture and shrines to further enrich his people's perspective. How foolish the young man was to even consider for a moment that the Republic had more wonders to offer. To be Epicanthix was being proud to accept Sith presence. Especially one such as this Zambrano fellow.
-Time Skip-
A calling had been found. One far greater than that of the Jedi and their boring practice of useless peace. A man had discovered Delareth wandering the capital, and extended an invitation into his domain. A decision the young man would at some point regret. The great Zambrano himself saw the potential Delareth had in the Force, and the "invitation" he had in mind was not only to train him and give him purpose, but to change his life forevermore.
Foolish and eager for power, the naive noble was caught in a web he could not free himself from. He had signed the devil's deal in return for a lifetime of torment, rage, and death upon others that stand against him. Perhaps money had dimmed his wits and made him blind to the fine details of the Sith's words of invitation.
But, once the gift was received, life was seen through new eyes for Delareth. A process that would change him over time to become an embodiment of the Dark Side's vile touch. Reborn through a lust for dominance and a vision to become something more than a man with credits to squander on useless things.
Grauxius was his new name, and a bloody path lay in front of him. In the name of the Empire and his new master, he would demonstrate his new-found power. To rip and tear into the flesh of the meek, and to cry into the night with fangs dripping with blood.
Weapons: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/30901-mohc-dauntless-combat-blade/ using this for its appearance
