Raoh Logarius

[Isamu Baelor]

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NAME: Raoh Logarius
FACTION:

• The Black Empire

RANK:

• Sith Acolyte

SPECIES: Epicanthix/Energy Vampire
AGE: Thousands of years
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 1m 90cm
WEIGHT: 130kg
EYES: Red
HAIR: Black
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
VOICE SAMPLE: [x]
THEME: [x]

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Belief is a powerful thing. It can help people soar to the highest of heights, and achieve their greatest dreams, but It can also drag them to the deepest depths of wickedness. When a person immerses themselves in this belief, it can engulf them. It can change the very core of who they once were. Raoh is such a person. He has become obsessed with a prophecy foretold by The Rotting Mother. It has has warped him, dragged him to the depths of depravity. He is no longer a man, but rather a monster in the cloak of a man. Raoh does not care for the One Sith empire, and those loyal to it. The empire he once called home had crumbled to dust, thousands of years ago. To him, the current One Sith empire are a means to an end. A way for him to regain his lost strength, and eventually rise to rule over the galaxy.

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Raoh is a man of herculean stature. He has a large, powerful frame, built for war. He has a square jaw, which frames his thin lips. His black hair is long, wild and untamed, but his facial hair has been trimmed into the style of a goatee. His piercing red eyes exude a powerful, menacing, gaze. Long, sharp fingernails adorn the tips of his fingernails.

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Strengths:

• [+] Built For War: Raoh is a warrior, and is built as one. He is incredibly strong, and incredibly tough. He is much quicker then such a large, powerful man would seem.
• [+] Culture of Blood: Raoh's culture is one steeped in rituals of the blood. To bleed, or to make others bleed, is something that invigorates him.
• [+] A Monster In Human Skin: Raoh is, by any definition, a monster. With no moral compass to shackle him, his brutality knows no limits. It serves to instill fear in both his allies and enemies.
• [+] Prophecy: Roah is completely devoted to the prophecy told to him by The Rotting Mother. This devotion has led him to believe that it is his destiny is to rule, that fate will not allow him to fail. As such, he feels no fear. There is no force in the galaxy that can stop him from obtaining what is his.

Weaknesses:

• [-] Years of Slumber: The thousands of year being in stasis have numbed him to the force. He is no longer the powerful Sith he once was. He must start from the bottom, and regain the strength he once held.
• [-] A Monster In Human Skin: Raoh is, by any definition, a monster. With no moral compass to shackle him, his brutality knows no bounds. A ravenous animal such as this must be put down. He is likely to receive no quarter from his adversaries.
• [-] Prophecy: Roah is completely devoted to the prophecy told to him by The Rotting Mother. This devotion has led him to believe that it is his destiny is to rule, that fate will not allow him to fail. This leads him to completely underestimate his enemies, as he believes that destiny is behind him.

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Beginner - Intermediate - Advanced - Master​

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The universe is vast and full of terrors, but none so terrifying as Raoh Logarius. He is a monster, born thousands of years ago to an ancient Sith empire, now lost to history. They were different to the Sith of present day. Far more monstrous and brutal. They were steeped in a culture of blood rituals and sacrifices.

In the heart of the empire, an ancient Sith slumbered. The Rotting Mother, she was called. A grotesque, decomposing being, who lived for thousands of years. Her heart still beat by the pure will of the force alone. She was a prophet, one who had visions of the future. The Rotting Mother would slumber, sometimes for generations at a time. When she awoke, those deemed worthy were granted an audience with her. On that day, Raoh was one of them. He approached the decrepit prophet, and asked to know his future.

The Rotting Mother took Raoh’s hand, and with the edge of her dagger, opened the Sith’s palm. The blood trickled down the blade. She took the blade, and ran it down her decomposing tongue. A trance seemed to take hold of her. Her dead eyes seemed to stare though the body and soul of Raoh. “A galaxy burning… Men… Women… Children… They are all screaming in agony. Untold numbers are dying all around me. You… It will all be spurred by your hand. A great destroyer… You will take your place atop a throne of the dead… and rule as the Lord of Skulls.” The Rotten Mother spoke.

“When will I rule?” Raoh asked. The Rotting Mother cackled maniacally. “The future… thousands of years from now… when we have all faded from history.” She said in-between bouts of her delirious laughter. “Thousands of years in the future?! What do you mean?! Tell me!” Raoh exclaimed in confusion. His words were wasted, as The Rotting Mother had once again fallen to slumber, unknown when to reawaken.

Her words haunted Raoh's mind. He could rule, but only thousands of years from now. The Rotting Mother was never known to be wrong. Raoh could not ignore his words. Hidden away from the galaxy, Raoh placed himself in suspended animation. He would sleep, for thousands of years, and awaken when he could fulfil her prophecy. After thousands of years of slumber, Raoh awakened. The galaxy that lay before him was familiar, but also wildly different. In his time of sleep, countless empires had risen and fallen. The galaxy had been destroyed, built anew, and destroyed again. It was a cycle that went on for an eternity, continually scarring the galaxy.

His connection to the force felt distant. Unused for thousands of years, it had withered. Whereas once the darkside flowed through every fiber of his being, now there was nothing. He felt deaf to its voice. Numb to its touch. So much of what once defined him, gone. Now, he was no better than a pathetic hopeful. He was lost. Alone in a galaxy that was dangerous, and foreign to him. Despite this, and the regression of his abilities, his path was clear: find The Rotten Mother, regain his lost abilities, and fulfil the Lord of Skulls prophecy given to him thousands of years ago.

The Rotting Mother

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[Carach]

Good stuff. Excited to see more of him!

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He looks like me...

Albeit younger and not part of the master race.

#EpicanthixMasterRace

And there's no horde of bastards biting at your ankles, at least to my knowledge there isn't

[member="Raoh Logarius"]

 

[Isamu Baelor]

[member="Darth Carach"] Thanks!

[member="Darth Vornskr"] Obviously they should party, and go kill people, and stuff.