Rahl Vasto
New Member
NAME: Rahl Vasto
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5"
WEIGHT: 300lbs
EYES: pale white
HAIR: none
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strength:
Willpower of the Forsaken: Due to Rahl's turbulent past he has become head strong and independent. With a fortitude unlike many, he presses on to the task at hand, regardless
of whom stands in the way. He is skilled with the most makeshit of weapons due to his time as slave and through this is able to make a weapon out of anything. Combine this with his
ability to use the force and he is a deadly adversary whom few wish to meet.
Weakness:
Filled with the hatred and rage of his past he is haunted constantly by memories of his brother. Although this rage allows him to strike out with immense force it also
clouds his thoughts and can lead to mistakes and risks that are uneceessary.
SHIP:
TBD
BIOGRAPHY:
Rahl grew up in the desperate dark slave pits of a planet which he never knew the name, no memory of his childhood or family all he had was his brother Vereor. Constantly
they where preyed upon by the evil men that ran the mines they toiled in day after day. There only hope, to do enough work to be fed. Many time Rahl would take up whatever he could
find to ward off the older slaves who sought to steal what little they had. For this he was beaten by the masters, in his mind the only reason they did not kill him was so the could
have some sort of sick show watching the young boy try to fight. Rage and anger grew inside of him his only attacthment to his humanity was his brother whom he loved more than anything,
for he was the only family he had.
This went on for years until one day Rahl and Vereor where awoken and dragged to a ship, they had been bought for the most sick and depraved of reasons. As they entered the ship their new
"master" licked his lips at the two young boys and said obscene things. The fate that awaited them would be far worse than anything they would ever face in the mines, and Rahl knew he
had to save himself and his brother.
That night when everyone slept the young boy awoke and managed to escape from his holding cell by slipping through the ventilation shaft. He searched the ship for something that he could use as a weapon and then he saw it; a dagger, he grabbed the dagger from the sleeping pilots vest and moved to the sleeping quarters of the ship.
He found one of the slavers passed out drunk, and Rahl began his work. It was a masterpiece he carved him from ear to ear, and as the blood sprayed upon him, the slaver had just enough life left to wake up and see his killer;Rahl relished the thought that he was the last thing this scum was going to see. He loved the warm blood on his skin and moved to the next room, Rahl laughed to himself as he saw this one, even more pathetic than the last and killed him quicker this time, not out of pity, but because his masterpiece awaited, the "master" would pay the worst.
Rahl made his way back to the holding cells and freed his brother, telling him to stay put. Rahl knew Vereor could not handle the festival of death that was about to be displayed. Rahl crept up behind the "master" while he slept and smashed his head with a pipe he had pried from the wall, not enough to kill but enough to knock him out for awhile. The scum awoke tied spread eagle in the cargo hold of the ship, Rahl sitting atop a box of cargo carving his name with the dagger. Rahl didnt even hear what the man was saying as he begged for his life, he didnt care! His masterpiece awaited. So Rahl cut him from his chest to his belly like a stuffed pig and played in his entrails basking in the glory.
He vowed from then on that no one would stand in his way and if they did, they would meet a fate worse than this. Rahl returned to his brother and they made their way to the cockpit. Vereor asked question after question about what Rahl had done, but he would not say a word he simply sat down in the pilots chair and tried to figure out where they were heading.
Three days later and still in hyperspace the bodies lined the halls of the small freighter, the stench unbearable. They where low on food and water, in an attempt to pilot the ship Rahl had thrown them of course they had run out of fuel and where adrift, he thought they where done for. Just when Rahl thought they couldn’t survive another day, without warning the ship was sucked into the gravitational pull of a planet, thrusting them forward in the cockpit, knocking the brothers out. When he awoke the wreckage of his ship was all around him, burning like so many of the bodies he had slain, he looked around at the fearsome wreck; alone on some desolate unknown planet. He managed to muster up enough strength to stand up and search for his brother. “Rahl please help”, he heard the weak cry of his brother and knew he was hurt. When he came to his brother the scene before him made him drop to his knees, his beloved brother Vereor had some sort of rod lodged in his chest. Vereor was in immense pain and started to cough up blood, he wept for he knew it was the end. Rahl couldn’t stand to see his brother like this in so much pain, for years he had been Vereors protector and now after all those years when they where finally free he had failed him. Rahl did the only thing he could do to ease the pain, he unsheathed his dagger and slit his brothers throat. And as his brothers last bit of life drained from his body Rahl whispered,"Im sorry brother, I will always love you, please forgive me."
He collapsed exhausted and his spirit broken, he wanted to lay there forever to die with his brother. And as the darkness creeped upon him he thought it was the end...until he saw a hooded figure approaching. Would this be his damnation or his salvation?
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
FACTION: Sith Empire
RANK: Apprentice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 24
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'5"
WEIGHT: 300lbs
EYES: pale white
HAIR: none
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
Strength:
Willpower of the Forsaken: Due to Rahl's turbulent past he has become head strong and independent. With a fortitude unlike many, he presses on to the task at hand, regardless
of whom stands in the way. He is skilled with the most makeshit of weapons due to his time as slave and through this is able to make a weapon out of anything. Combine this with his
ability to use the force and he is a deadly adversary whom few wish to meet.
Weakness:
Filled with the hatred and rage of his past he is haunted constantly by memories of his brother. Although this rage allows him to strike out with immense force it also
clouds his thoughts and can lead to mistakes and risks that are uneceessary.
SHIP:
TBD
BIOGRAPHY:
Rahl grew up in the desperate dark slave pits of a planet which he never knew the name, no memory of his childhood or family all he had was his brother Vereor. Constantly
they where preyed upon by the evil men that ran the mines they toiled in day after day. There only hope, to do enough work to be fed. Many time Rahl would take up whatever he could
find to ward off the older slaves who sought to steal what little they had. For this he was beaten by the masters, in his mind the only reason they did not kill him was so the could
have some sort of sick show watching the young boy try to fight. Rage and anger grew inside of him his only attacthment to his humanity was his brother whom he loved more than anything,
for he was the only family he had.
This went on for years until one day Rahl and Vereor where awoken and dragged to a ship, they had been bought for the most sick and depraved of reasons. As they entered the ship their new
"master" licked his lips at the two young boys and said obscene things. The fate that awaited them would be far worse than anything they would ever face in the mines, and Rahl knew he
had to save himself and his brother.
That night when everyone slept the young boy awoke and managed to escape from his holding cell by slipping through the ventilation shaft. He searched the ship for something that he could use as a weapon and then he saw it; a dagger, he grabbed the dagger from the sleeping pilots vest and moved to the sleeping quarters of the ship.
He found one of the slavers passed out drunk, and Rahl began his work. It was a masterpiece he carved him from ear to ear, and as the blood sprayed upon him, the slaver had just enough life left to wake up and see his killer;Rahl relished the thought that he was the last thing this scum was going to see. He loved the warm blood on his skin and moved to the next room, Rahl laughed to himself as he saw this one, even more pathetic than the last and killed him quicker this time, not out of pity, but because his masterpiece awaited, the "master" would pay the worst.
Rahl made his way back to the holding cells and freed his brother, telling him to stay put. Rahl knew Vereor could not handle the festival of death that was about to be displayed. Rahl crept up behind the "master" while he slept and smashed his head with a pipe he had pried from the wall, not enough to kill but enough to knock him out for awhile. The scum awoke tied spread eagle in the cargo hold of the ship, Rahl sitting atop a box of cargo carving his name with the dagger. Rahl didnt even hear what the man was saying as he begged for his life, he didnt care! His masterpiece awaited. So Rahl cut him from his chest to his belly like a stuffed pig and played in his entrails basking in the glory.
He vowed from then on that no one would stand in his way and if they did, they would meet a fate worse than this. Rahl returned to his brother and they made their way to the cockpit. Vereor asked question after question about what Rahl had done, but he would not say a word he simply sat down in the pilots chair and tried to figure out where they were heading.
Three days later and still in hyperspace the bodies lined the halls of the small freighter, the stench unbearable. They where low on food and water, in an attempt to pilot the ship Rahl had thrown them of course they had run out of fuel and where adrift, he thought they where done for. Just when Rahl thought they couldn’t survive another day, without warning the ship was sucked into the gravitational pull of a planet, thrusting them forward in the cockpit, knocking the brothers out. When he awoke the wreckage of his ship was all around him, burning like so many of the bodies he had slain, he looked around at the fearsome wreck; alone on some desolate unknown planet. He managed to muster up enough strength to stand up and search for his brother. “Rahl please help”, he heard the weak cry of his brother and knew he was hurt. When he came to his brother the scene before him made him drop to his knees, his beloved brother Vereor had some sort of rod lodged in his chest. Vereor was in immense pain and started to cough up blood, he wept for he knew it was the end. Rahl couldn’t stand to see his brother like this in so much pain, for years he had been Vereors protector and now after all those years when they where finally free he had failed him. Rahl did the only thing he could do to ease the pain, he unsheathed his dagger and slit his brothers throat. And as his brothers last bit of life drained from his body Rahl whispered,"Im sorry brother, I will always love you, please forgive me."
He collapsed exhausted and his spirit broken, he wanted to lay there forever to die with his brother. And as the darkness creeped upon him he thought it was the end...until he saw a hooded figure approaching. Would this be his damnation or his salvation?
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
