Cameron Centurion
The First Son
NAME: Cameron Centurion (Alias: Darth Ashmedai)
FACTION: First Order
RANK: Citizen
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 558
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5" (1.95 meters)
WEIGHT: 250 lbs (113.4 kg)
EYES: Silver-Green
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Chocolate Brown
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strengths
Athletic: The entirety of Cameron's early childhood and later force training required him to be in peak physical condition merely to survive. Given the warrior mentality that was bred into him, Cameron is extremely conscious about maintaining peak physical conditioning and combat prowess.
Analytical: While not necessarily a man of many words, Cameron's mind is always constantly calculating his 'tactical' situation. Even if it does not take but a mere instant to reach a decision, Cameron has already calculated the likely pros and cons of what he is about to do. This ability was innate in him at a young age, allowing him to survive in harsh environments, but it flourished under the tutelage of his one and only master.
Weaknesses
Blunt: Cameron has no filter and no desire to acquire one. This makes him a very large liability in any diplomatic situation.
Brutal: Cameron's commonly brutal tactics make him no friends and plenty of enemies. He is by no means a people person and has a tendency to make both himself and those allied with him targets due to his very violent nature. A nature that is a direct result of his apprenticeship to Lord Alathor.
Force Abilities
Trained principally to serve as a warrior, Cameron maintains a wide range of mastery in a variety of combat forms. Additionally, he's received extensive training on a number of modern weapons systems to include typical military communications and sensor gear. His delving into the mysteries and powers of the dark side only fully commenced several years after he started his formal training. At this point, Cameron maintains a mastery over advanced forms of telekinesis, numerous force attacks designed to enhance his effectiveness on the battlefield, and several abilities designed to influence the condition of the battlefield from weather to enemy and friendly morale.
His study of the more arcane arts of the Sith intensified shortly after killing his master and assuming control over the man's position and estate. While he has mastered the use of alchemy in a variety of forms, Cameron is presently still investigating the manipulation of life itself with the ever-increasing reality that his use of the dark side is starting to degrade his body. A fact he only manages by routinely feeding off the presences and therefore lives of other organic beings.
SHIP:
AlAT/i
BIOGRAPHY:
Tek'la screamed in pain as her labor stretched well into its sixteenth hour. The sound reverberated through the forest outside the small, makeshift hut that had been built by Tek'la and her lover Sis'tian. Officially natives of Sernpidal, Tek'la and Sis'tian hadn't laid eyes on their birth world for over twenty years. The couple knew nothing of the general activities of the galaxy, and they had no real desire to change their situation. Their lives had been spent as merchants and spacers - living by whatever means they managed. In fact, their entire presence on Corstris had been largely by accident - or so they believed.
After Tek'la had endured sixteen hours of labor, her dark-skinned child emerged. Following the 'motivation' to breathe by his father, Cameron's infant yell brought a profound sense of accomplishment and love to Tek'la and Sis'tian. For the vast majority of his formative years, Cameron would live on Corstris with his mother and the man he presumed to be his father However, Cameron's mother, Tek'la, had in fact been raped by a man that Cameron would come to meet all too soon. Together they learned of the planets various dangers and beauties. Life was never really easy for the three, but it was peaceful. However, such a life was not meant to last. Not for Cameron.
As Cameron was hunting in the forest, a strange yet familiar feeling gripped and nearly immobilized the sixteen year old. As of late, it seemed as if he was...seeing things before they truthfully happened. A vision of a sleek spacecraft streaking low over tree tops filled his mind's eye. Moments later - an identical spacecraft did indeed streak overhead. Cameron tracked the spacecraft with his eyes for as long as he could. Just before it disappeared from view, Cameron saw a hail of weapons fire open up on the terrain below. "No!" It was the only word that escaped Cameron's lips before he took off in a dead sprint. The entire time his feet pounded the pavement...faster and faster...Cameron's thoughts centered on his parents. The young boy willed himself to run faster, and his body responded in kind.
As Cameron arrived at what remained of his home, he was immediately greeted by two men clad in silver armor. Enraged beyond control, Cameron waited until the men was close enough to touch before driving the base of his palm straight into the man's nose. As the bone in the man's nose was immediately forced into his brain, Cameron spun around and prepared to square off against the other trooper. However, his lack of any real martial ability caused him to lose that particular battle before it had even really begun. Struggling, Cameron eventually managed to wrestle free of the man's grip as he took off sprinting for where he...hoped...to find his parent's remains. The sixteen year old was met there by yet another trooper who delivered a swift, powerful blow to Cameron's temple - knocking him out cold. Seemingly materializing from behind burning flames, a cloaked individual with burning yellow eyes emerged. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and deep. "Get him back to the ship. Immediately..." Whoever the figure was, his orders were followed explicitly...and Cameron witnessed none of it.
After several hours of unconsciousness, Cameron finally came to. His immediate reaction was to remain calm. Cameron's father had always taught never to allow himself to be intimidated by his environment. Master your environment, master yourself he would always say. Nearly three hours passed before anyone entered the medium-sized holding cell. The individual that did, was the very man that had him taken from Corstris. The mysterious man asked Cameron what he knew of the Sith Order, Jedi Order, and their activities. Naturally - Cameron had never heard of any Sith or Jedi period. The man, who eventually identified himself as Lord Alathor, gave Cameron a crash course in the history of the Sith and really...the galaxy.
As was to be expected, Cameron was neither impressed nor interested. His only demand was to know why his parents had to die. Lord Alathor's response was quite frank. They presented a barrier to him having what he wanted. What he wanted...what he needed...were servants loyal to him and his activities. Cameron wanted no part of it, but Alathor was beyond patient.
While the Sith Lord could sense that Cameron was gifted with the ability to manipulate the force, he would not reveal the fact for another year. Cameron's first year with Alathor was characterized by constant, brutal beatings interspersed with education of the way of the Sith and protocols of their Order. By the end of that first year, Cameron's entire personality had been changed. He was silent, cold, and calculating. He hated everything about Alathor. Alathor, however, had apparently been waiting for such progress. Slowly, Lord Alathor began to reveal to Cameron his potential to have more in life. To have the power to do what he wanted done, when he wanted it done. All Cameron could think about was his father's words. Master your environment, master yourself. It became Cameron's only goal and purpose in life - to increase his own power...his own ability to control everything around him.
Several years later, shortly after Cameron had elevated his own prowess to the level of a Sith Lord, he exacted his revenge on Alathor. Where Cameron expected to find relief and a feeling of completeness, he found nothing. It wasn't that he was sad or in any way upset. He quite simply...had no emotional response. Cutting down Alathor had been as natural as breathing to him. Seizing control of Alathor's estate on Anaxes, Cameron consolidated the man's wealth and assets before relocating them permanently to his homeworld of Corstris. When he arrived on the planet, the Sith Lord quickly began pushing himself deeper into the mysteries of the Sith.
It was several decades before Cameron ventured back out into the galaxy, seeking to further expand his knowledge of the dark side and fill the insatiable desire in the pit of his soul for a greater struggle. Joining a fledgling Sith Order, Cameron ascended to one of the leadership roles of the organization as the leader of its militant forces. When the Gulag Virus broke out, Cameron eventually departed the company of his brothers and sisters. For centuries, the Sith Lord moved among the shadows, gathering wealth and knowledge from countless civilizations. Following the recovery from the Gulag Virus, there were plenty of opportunities to cause mischief but the Sith Lord needed more. Under the guise of Lord Ashmedai, Cameron swept across the galaxy indiscriminately taking out small to medium-sized settlements on random worlds. His bloody expedition had a purpose and the people he slaughtered were much better off than the survivors that were subjected to experiment after experiment...or simply used to rejuvenate the Sith Lord.
To this day, Ashmedai is a much more illusive creature. The days of endless, senseless killing seemed to have drifted from his psyche as he traveled the galaxy among the company of other outcasts in between visits home to his personal estate. The Sith Lord's journeys took him to the far reaches of the galaxy where he hoisted himself as a False God for a time, to a Confederation of Systems, and into the arms of [member="Amorella Shamalain"], the woman that will forever have his heart and a literal part of his soul.
Yet..the Sith Lord remains what he was created to be, a scheming assassin entertained only by the games he erects over the galaxy and the company of those he cares for.
