Character Hasuras Na-Liraeth

[Hasuras Na-Liraeth]

Hasuras Na-Liraeth

"I dream of a quiet existence, peaceful, ashen if need be."​

GENERAL INFORMATION

ALIAS: The Scarred Saint
AGE: 21
SPECIES: Vahla
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 191 cm
WEIGHT: 85 kg
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Liraeth is tall, poised and unnaturally beautiful. His long, burnished hair falls in waves, his features carved with such symmetry and softness that it almost looks wrong. A mismatch between a morose and violent personality with his appearance.

He moves with purpose, his voice soft and cold. His robes are dark and ceremonial, embroidered in threadbare gold and crimson, but it is fraying at the end. There is nothing out of place in his appearance, yet something about him feels like it is slowly decaying.

PERSONALITY AND BELIEFS

Liraeth is languid, morose and turned into himself. When he springs into action, it almost feels rehearsed, like a man playing the version of himself he once wished he could become. He believes in ascension through will. As long as you have the will, you can make anything happen, he himself being the biggest example of it.

He has no true loyalties outside his bloodline, and even those are strained. He still vividly remembers his days as the runt of the litter. His faith is quiet but absolute: that he was born wrong, made right through force of will and a sacrifice that was terrible enough Lira still has nightmares about it. He does not yet understand that what saved him is not just eroding his mind, but slowly ending him.

There are moments, in solitude, where he still feels like the weak child they buried behind closed doors. He refuses to let that version surface again.

STRENGTHS

• Overwhelming Power: Liraeth possesses raw, destructive Force abilities that appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His grasp of the Force is elegant, instinctive, and often terrifying.
• Brutal Presence: Beautiful, cold and harsh, Liraeth does not expect obedience, he enforces it through brutality born out of fear.
• Strange Knowledge: He knows more about the Darkside of the Force, Alchemy and Magic than he should.

WEAKNESSES

• Unknowingly Dying: Whatever Lira has done that granted him his power is slowly tearing him apart from within. Symptoms have started, but he misreads them.
• Detachment: Years of trauma and the origins of his rise have left him emotionally a wreck. He keeps everyone at a distance, even when he needs them.
• Haunted by the Past: Despite everything, he still hears the voice of his father. He still fears being powerless again. That fear drives him, and one day, it may prove his end.

HISTORY

Liraeth was the youngest child of House Hasuras, a Sith bloodline steeped in fire and expectation. From birth, he was found wanting. Smaller, quieter, slower to awaken to the Force. Some of his siblings mocked him. His father, Lord Hasuras, did worse. The abuse was methodical and public: a lesson to the others in what failure looked like. Perhaps in some ways they were relieved that he took the brunt of the punishment. It allowed some of them to escape notice.

Liraeth endured it in silence until it broke him. One night, without warning, he vanished. He was gone for long enough that some of his siblings, the ones that cared, were afraid that he had found his demise one way or another.

Instead he returned, but they could hardly recognize him. At least not in appearance. Larger in appearance and soul, more solid, no longer bearing the marks that his father punished him with. He refused to explain where it came from, but it was terrible and awe-inspiring. The boy was gone and in his stead was a man. Beautiful, cold and possessing a personality that was difficult to assess. Some days he was morose and quiet, sitting alone in his room. Other times he was active, almost happy, but it felt practiced. Like he had turned it inside his head over and over again until he could execute it without thinking.

Their father was satisfied enough. Lira was no longer a failure, whatever he had done, his power was no longer in question.

Soon afterwards they were sent out of Firefist to prepare a new Galaxy for the arrival of the Patriarch.

Each light year between them and their home Lira seemed to blossom more. Until he seemed to have shaken the morose morbidity entirely. He is still quiet, still thoughtful and concerned about what they were doing here.

Each time they committed a horrible sin Lira was lost in past horrors. But he was a loyal member of their family… he would not be the one to betray them, he swore this.