Second Brother
JEKKATH RAXUS
SECOND BROTHER
SECOND BROTHER
SOCIAL INFORMATION
- Name: Jekkath Raxus
- Aliases:
- Second Brother
- The Hangman of Rattatak
- Birthplace: Velenki, Rattatak
- Allegiance:
- Imperial Reclamation Authority
- Galactic Empire - Formerly
- Occupation:
- Adept of the Dark Side Elite (Formerly)
- Inquisitor of the Inquisitorious
- Residence: Unknown
- Species: Rattataki
- Age: 32
- Gender: Male
- Height: 1.93m (6 Feet 4 Inches)
- Weight: 108kg (238 Pounds)
- Physique: Tall, Broad-Shouldered, and Powerfully Built
- Skin Pigmentation: Chalk White
- Eye Color: Piercing Gray
- Markings: Black ritual markings framing the eyes, brow, cheeks, and mouth in harsh ritual lines. Faint scars and pale stress-lines mark the flesh beneath.
- Force Sensitivity: Yes
- Force Alignment: Dark Side of the Force
- The Hangman of Rattatak: Jekkath Raxus was shaped in the blood pits of Rattatak. From childhood he learned that survival was not granted by strength alone, but by timing, cruelty, endurance, and the ability to read terror before it became motion. His early life in the arenas forged him into a ruthless close-quarters combatant with a high pain threshold, predatory instincts, and a natural understanding of violence as spectacle. He does not merely fight to win; he fights to break the will of those watching. This earned him the name "The Hangman of Rattatak" a title born from his habit of dragging defeated opponents to the edge of death, holding them there, and making their final moments serve as warning to everyone else.
- Imperial Inquisitor: Following into the Dark Side Elite, Jekkath was refined from arena-born killer into Imperial weapon. His time under their number taught him obedience to higher darkness, reverence for power, and the discipline to make savagery useful. Now serving within the Imperial Reclamation Authority's Inquisitorius, he is no longer simply a butcher. He is a hunter, interrogator, executioner, and battlefield enforcer tasked with ensuring that the Force serves Imperial order rather than personal delusion. He is most often deployed against rogue Force-users, Jedi remnants, Sith cultists, occult threats, political dissidents with Force sensitivity, and targets whose public destruction serves the Authority better than quiet arrest.
- Psychological Profile: Jekkath is an especially gifted psychopath, but not an uncontrolled one. He possesses limited empathy, almost no remorse, and an unnerving ability to compartmentalize suffering as information. Pain, fear, pleading, courage, and hatred all register to him as data points. This makes him an effective interrogator and terror weapon, but also a difficult subordinate when not properly directed. He does not crave chaos for its own sake; he craves sanctioned violence, hierarchy, and the right to prove that order belongs to the strongest hand. The Empire gives his instincts a uniform, a chain of command, and a legal framework for execution.
- Physical Attributes: A Rattataki raised in war and bloodsport, Jekkath is physically hardened beyond ordinary standards. He is tall, dense with functional muscle, and conditioned for extended armored combat. His strength is not theatrical; it is practical, brutal, and built around grappling, weapon retention, bone-breaking holds, and short explosive bursts of violence. He favors direct entries, pressure fighting, clinch control, and punishing counters. Even without the Force, he is a dangerous hand-to-hand combatant, capable of overwhelming opponents through reach, strength, pain tolerance, and sheer willingness to injure.
- Lightsaber Combat - Juyo Specialist: Jekkath's primary lightsaber form is Form VII: Juyo, chosen because it mirrors his nature: Aggressive, punishing, unpredictable, and psychologically oppressive. He uses Juyo as controlled savagery rather than wild rage, allowing anger to sharpen momentum without completely consuming his tactical awareness. His saber work is built around heavy forward pressure, broken rhythm, sudden angle changes, and vicious finishing sequences designed to panic opponents into mistakes. He excels at duels where he can dominate tempo, corner an enemy, and turn their fear into hesitation.
- Secondary Forms and Practical Saber Doctrine: While Juyo is his signature, Jekkath is not ignorant of other forms. He incorporates Djem So for overpowering counters, hard binds, and punishing ripostes against physically strong or armored opponents. He uses elements of Shien when deflecting blaster fire during battlefield advances, preferring to keep moving forward rather than adopt a static defensive posture. His style is not elegant in the Jedi sense. It is executioner's fencing: direct, brutal, efficient, and meant to end with the enemy disarmed, maimed, or kneeling.
- Inquisitorial Weapons Training: Jekkath is trained in the use of standard and specialized Inquisitor weapons, including single-bladed lightsabers, double-bladed configurations, saberstaff variants, and ring-hilt or half-ring guard designs when mission doctrine requires them. He treats the lightsaber as both weapon and badge of office. In combat he may use the hilt, guard, gauntlet, and body weight as part of the same assault, striking with elbows, armored shoulders, knees, and chokeholds between saber exchanges.
- Force Augmentation: Jekkath's strongest Force talent is physical augmentation. He channels the dark side through speed, strength, pain resistance, and endurance, making him far more dangerous in close combat than his already formidable physique suggests. He uses the Force to close distance explosively, harden his body against impact, enhance grip strength, and maintain pressure through injury. His augmentation is not graceful or meditative; it feels like a furnace being opened inside the body.
- Telekinesis: Jekkath uses telekinesis with the same brutality as his blade work. He favors short-range crushing pressure, violent pulls, wall slams, disarms, choke-lifts, and battlefield repositioning over delicate manipulation. His telekinetic style is especially useful in interrogations and arrests, where a target may be pinned, dragged, suspended, or forced to kneel without immediate death. In open combat, he uses pushes and pulls to break stance, interrupt footwork, drag enemies into saber range, or throw them into terrain.
- Force Choke and Execution Techniques: The title "Hangman of Rattatak" is most clearly reflected in Jekkath's favored dark side application: Force Choke. He has refined it into a signature tool of punishment, interrogation, and public execution. He does not always use it to kill immediately. More often, he suspends a target at the edge of breath, forcing panic, confession, surrender, or obedience. Against dangerous foes, he uses throat pressure, spinal lift, and constriction bursts to disrupt concentration before closing with the blade.
- Sith Assassin Doctrine: Jekkath is not a traditional shadow operative, but he has been trained in Sith assassin methods through the Dark Side Elite and the Inquisitorius. He can mask his presence, stalk Force Sensitive prey, move quietly in armor, identify weaknesses in patrols and sanctuaries, and strike from ambush when mission parameters demand subtlety. These skills are tools rather than temperament. Jekkath uses stealth to close the noose, not to avoid spectacle; once the target is isolated, his preference is to reveal himself, impose fear, and make the execution unforgettable.
- Fear and Mental Pressure: Jekkath is not a subtle telepath, but he understands fear intimately. He can project menace, intensify dread, and press against the mind of a weakened or frightened target. His mental abilities are strongest after he has already established dominance through pain, threat, or physical control. He is less effective against calm, disciplined, or heavily shielded minds, but devastating against prisoners, broken enemies, unstable Force-sensitives, and civilians who already believe death is inevitable.
- Interrogation and Intimidation: Jekkath's investigative skill is not built on charm. It is built on pressure. He reads breathing, eye movement, pain response, hesitation, and emotional instability with the instincts of an arena predator and the training of an Imperial interrogator. He is skilled at extracting information through fear, staged mercy, controlled violence, and the careful use of silence. The best interrogators know when to speak; Jekkath knows when not to.
- Hunter of Force-Sensitives: As an Inquisitor, Jekkath is trained to identify, pursue, and contain Force-sensitive threats. He understands the behavioral signs of untrained Force use, panic-driven manifestations, Jedi evasion habits, and the arrogance common to self-taught adepts. He is especially effective against targets who rely too heavily on instinct or mystique. His preferred method is to strip away options: isolate the target, exhaust them, force them into close quarters, and then impose fear until resistance becomes mechanically impossible.
- Imperial Discipline: Despite his brutality, Jekkath is not a berserker. His greatest development since Rattatak is discipline. The Empire did not remove his violence; it taught him where to point it. He can operate under orders, coordinate with military and intelligence assets, and serve as part of a wider institutional machine. He may despise bureaucrats, politicians, and weak officers, but he understands that the Inquisitorius exists to serve Imperial order, not personal glory.
Jekkath Raxus is not a man softened by civilization. He is what happens when the violence of Rattatak is given doctrine, uniform, and legal authority. Beneath the title of Inquisitor remains the same creature first born in the arenas: Cold-eyed, predatory, and possessed of an instinctive understanding that fear is a language more honest than diplomacy. He doesn't posture for attention, nor does he waste brutality on meaningless display. When Jekkath hurts someone, it is usually because pain serves a purpose: obedience, confession, terror, example, or death. He is an especially gifted psychopath, but not a frothing madman. His cruelty is disciplined. His sadism is functional. He can watch suffering without flinching, listen to begging without being moved, and assess agony as calmly as another officer might assess battlefield telemetry. Fear, pain, courage, hesitation, rage, these things register to him as useful signals. He reads them with the practiced eye of an arena survivor and the patience of an Imperial interrogator. To Jekkath, mercy is not a virtue; it is a tool to be granted, withdrawn, or weaponized when it will produce the desired result.
Rattatak taught him that weakness invites ownership. The arenas taught him that crowds remember spectacle longer than victory. Darth Solipsis and the Dark Side Elite taught him that raw savagery is worthless unless it serves a greater will. The Imperial Reclamation Authority gave that will a shape. Because of this, Jekkath does not think of himself as a butcher, even when butchery is exactly what he performs. In his mind, he is a necessary instrument of order. The galaxy is unruly, Force-users are arrogant, dissidents mistake sentiment for strength, and the Empire exists to correct them. He is the correction. As an Inquisitor, Jekkath possesses a severe loyalty to hierarchy, though not a sentimental one. He respects power, clarity, discipline, and results. He has little patience for weakness disguised as morality, politics disguised as strategy, or officers who issue threats they lack the spine to enforce. He will obey command when command proves worthy of obedience, and he understands the necessity of chain of command better than most would expect from a Rattataki arena-born killer. But his loyalty is not warm. It is iron. He serves the Imperial order because it gives violence purpose, law, and direction.
He is quiet more often than loud. Jekkath's presence tends to fill a room before his voice does. He favors stillness, long stares, and deliberate pauses that force others to expose themselves through discomfort. When he speaks, it is usually blunt, controlled, and stripped of ornament. He does not threaten often, because he considers repeated threats a sign of insecurity. Instead, he states outcomes. A prisoner will kneel. A traitor will confess. A rogue adept will be brought in alive or dead. A superior's order will be carried out. He speaks as if the future has already been decided, and his role is simply to drag everyone else into it. Despite his brutality, Jekkath is not stupidly reckless. He is a predator, not a berserker. His arena background made him attentive to motion, body language, fear response, and the tiny failures of nerve that appear before defeat. He enjoys close confrontation because proximity reveals truth. People lie with words; they rarely lie with breath, pulse, pupils, and posture. This makes him an unnerving investigator. He may not be charming, subtle, or politically graceful, but he is brutally perceptive once pressure is applied. He is very good at learning what kind of fear a person carries.
Jekkath's pride is real, but it is not flamboyant. He doesn't need applause the way he once did in the arenas. That hunger has matured into something colder: the need to prove inevitability. He wants enemies to understand, before the end, that their resistance was always temporary. He wants rogue Force-users to feel the moment their mystique fails. He wants Jedi, adepts, cultists, rebels, and traitors to realize that belief does not make them untouchable. This is why the title Hangman of Rattatak still follows him. He does not merely defeat people. He makes defeat hang over others as warning. His relationship with the dark side is practical and intimate. Jekkath does not approach it as a scholar seeking revelation or a mystic chasing transcendence. To him, the dark side is pressure, instinct, command, and punishment. It is the tightening hand around a throat, the surge of strength before impact, the silence that falls when a crowd realizes someone is about to die. He respects deeper Sith mysteries, but he isn't primarily a philosopher. He is an executor of will. Power exists to be used. Fear exists to be shaped. Pain exists to reveal truth.
There is, however, a narrow kind of discipline beneath the monster. Jekkath can be patient when hunting. He can delay gratification for mission success. He can work within an Imperial structure, coordinate with soldiers and agents, and restrain himself when a living prisoner is more useful than a corpse. This restraint should not be confused for compassion. It is obedience sharpened into method. The Empire did not cure his violence. It trained him to spend it wisely. His greatest flaws come from the same source as his strengths. Jekkath believes fear is the most reliable path to truth, which can blind him to loyalty, love, faith, or conviction that does not break under pressure. He is prone to underestimating those who are gentle but not weak, or those whose courage comes quietly rather than theatrically. His contempt for moral restraint can make him dismissive of opponents who refuse to meet brutality with brutality. And while he is disciplined, his temper is not absent; it is buried. When truly provoked, especially by defiance that survives pain, the old arena beast can surface and push him toward excess.
At his core, Jekkath Raxus is an Imperial executioner wearing the soul of a Rattataki pit-fighter. He is not kind. He is not merciful. He is not conflicted about the work. He is the man sent when the Authority wants fear to have a face, when a rogue Force-user must be broken, when a lesson must outlive the body that teaches it. He does not ask whether the galaxy should kneel. He only decides how hard to pull the noose.
ASSETS & ARMORY
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- Inquisitorial Armor (Matte Black)
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BIOGRAPHY
Jekkath Raxus was born on Rattatak, a world that did not teach childhood so much as survival. There was no gentle beginning for him, no warm family legend, no quiet village life to look back upon with bitterness or longing. He was born among a people who understood violence as inheritance, culture, entertainment, currency, and proof of worth. On Rattatak, pain was not an interruption of life. It was life's first honest lesson. Some would later call his early years tragic. Jekkath never did. To him, tragedy implied that something had been taken from him. He believed the opposite. Rattatak had given him everything that mattered. Hunger gave him patience. Fear taught him how bodies lied before mouths did. The arenas taught him timing. War taught him efficiency. His people taught him that mercy was not a moral achievement, but a weakness one displayed when too afraid to finish the lesson.
From a young age, Jekkath was different even by the standards of Rattatak's blood-soaked society. Many children learned to fight because they had to. Jekkath learned because he wanted to understand the moment someone broke. He wasn't simply aggressive. He was observant. Quiet. Unnaturally calm around pain. Other boys raged, screamed, postured, and threw themselves into violence for status. Jekkath watched. He learned where armor shifted when someone breathed. He learned how pride changed a warrior's stance. He learned that fear arrived first in the eyes, then the throat, then the hands. By adolescence, he had already passed through the lower fighting pits and corpse-ring circuits of Rattatak. He wasn't the strongest fighter at first, nor the largest, nor the most celebrated. But he was the one who kept surviving. He didn't fight like a heroic champion. He fought like a predator studying meat. He used the terrain. He baited stronger opponents into overextension. He crippled limbs instead of chasing spectacle. He made examples out of favorites and left promising fighters ruined before they had the chance to become legends.
The name Hangman of Rattatak did not begin as an official title. It began as a warning.
Jekkath developed a habit that disturbed even those used to arena brutality. He didn't always kill quickly. When an opponent broke, he would seize them by the throat, drag them into view of the crowd, and hold them at the threshold between life and death, other times hanging them from high points. Sometimes with his hands. Later, when the Force began to answer him more clearly, without touching them at all. He learned that a death could silence a room, but a slow execution could own it. He learned that crowds remembered the man who made warriors beg. His notoriety didn't remain confined to the arenas. Rattatak was too violent a world for bloodsport to stay separate from real war, and Jekkath moved easily between pit fighting, clan battles, mercenary raids, and private killings. There were massacres attributed to him before he was old enough to be called a man by more civilized societies. Rival champions disappeared. Warlord households were found butchered. Slave gangs, militia bands, challengers, deserters, and whole fighting crews were left strung up, broken, or arranged as warnings. On any other world, he might have been called a serial killer. On Rattatak, he became famous. The body count continued to climb higher and higher. That fame did not make him beloved. It made him useful, feared, and eventually hunted. Other arena lords tried to own him. Warlords tried to buy him. Rivals tried to kill him in groups because few wanted to face him alone. Jekkath endured all of it with the same cold certainty. Every attempt to control him merely sharpened his contempt for those who mistook authority for power.
It was only a matter of time before the galaxy noticed. Agents of the Galactic Empire, searching for Force-sensitive killers worthy of refinement, found more than a pit champion on Rattatak. They found a weapon that had forged itself without doctrine. Reports described Jekkath as a high-risk acquisition: violently unstable by civilian standards but disciplined under pressure; unusually resistant to fear; capable of sustained close-quarters violence; responsive to hierarchy when hierarchy demonstrated strength; and, most importantly, touched by the dark side in ways that had never been properly trained. He wasn't recruited with promises of a better life. Such promises would have meant nothing to him. He was offered purpose. Under the shadow of Imperialism, Jekkath was inducted into the Dark Side Elite of the Galactic Empire. There, the raw brutality of Rattatak was given structure. He learned that violence could serve more than reputation. It could serve empire. It could serve faith. It could serve terror on a scale no arena crowd could comprehend. Solipsis' agents did not try to make him civilized. They taught him to become useful.
His training was harsh, but Jekkath adapted quickly. He had no sentimental attachment to freedom for its own sake and no philosophical objection to obedience. The Dark Side Elite offered him enemies worthy of destruction, superiors powerful enough to command respect, and a galaxy full of targets who believed themselves protected by law, virtue, or the Force. He learned lightsaber discipline, Imperial doctrine, interrogation methods, Force suppression protocols, Jedi-hunting techniques, and the art of making an execution serve political purpose. Jekkath's lightsaber training gravitated naturally toward Juyo. The form suited him because it did not ask him to deny what he was. It demanded that savagery be mastered rather than unleashed blindly. Through Juyo, his aggression became rhythm. His cruelty became timing. His instincts became pressure. He supplemented it with heavier counterwork and practical battlefield defenses, but Juyo remained the truest expression of his nature: forward, punishing, irregular, and relentless.
During his service to the Dark Side Elite, Jekkath became less a duelist of honor and more an Imperial butcher. He was sent where fear was required. Rogue adepts, Jedi sympathizers, rebels, dissidents, occult cells, and Force-sensitive liabilities all found themselves under the shadow of the Hangman. Some were dragged back alive. Some were made examples. Some vanished into interrogation chambers and returned only as warnings spoken in whispers. He didn't mourn the fall of that order when it came. Institutions rise and fall. Strong men survive them or they were never strong to begin with.
The collapse of Solipsis' imperial project didn't shatter Jekkath's identity, because his identity had never depended on banners alone. He had served darkness through the Empire. He had learned the value of structure. He had seen how terror could be refined into statecraft. When one chain of command broke, he did not become lost. He looked for the next worthy hand to hold the leash. That path brought him to the Imperial Reclamation Authority and its Inquisitorius. There, Jekkath found a doctrine suited to what he had become. The Inquisitorius did not require him to pretend at mercy. It did not ask him to be a mystic, a politician, or a courtly Sith. It needed hunters. Interrogators. Executioners. Force-sensitive weapons who could move through the galaxy in the name of Imperial restoration and remind the unruly that order had teeth.
Jekkath accepted.
Within the IRA, the Hangman of Rattatak became something colder than a pit-born killer and more disciplined than a wandering darksider. He became an Inquisitor: A state-sanctioned nightmare with a file, a mandate, and a target list. He hunts rogue Force-users, unstable adepts, Jedi remnants, occult threats, and dissidents whose existence challenges Imperial authority. He is sent when capture must be painful, when interrogation must be final, or when a public example is worth more than a quiet death. He remains, at his core, a son of Rattatak. The arenas never left him. They simply widened. Once, he fought beneath the eyes of warlords and cheering killers. Now he fights beneath the shadow of empires. The crowd is larger. The noose is longer. The lesson is the same.
Weakness is owned. Defiance is corrected, and when Jekkath Raxus comes for a target, he doesn't ask whether they will break. Only how long it will take.