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| Full name | Roukai Deshra |
| Alias | The Ashen Lord Ash-Marked The Broken Blade |
| Class(es) | Sith-Bound Enforcer Warband Commander Former Mandalorian Warrior |
| Birthworld | Concordia |
| Current Homeworld | None |
| Age | Late Middle-Aged |
| Rank(s) | Warlord of the Ashen Ones Instrument of the Sith Order |
| Faction(s) | The Sith Order (Bound) The Ashen Ones (Dral'hanade Warband) |
| Species | Human |
| Gender | Male |
| Force Sensitive | No |
| Character Alignment | True Evil |
| Height | 1.85 m — 6'1" |
| Weight | 95 kg — 210 lbs |
| Template Credit | Avelion |
RAUKAI DESHRA
- BACKGROUND
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Roukai Ironstone was the last survivor of Clan Deshra, a minor but fiercely independent Mandalorian house destroyed during Operation Decimation. His kin were executed when they refused to surrender their armory and ancestral beskar to the Sith occupiers. Roukai was taken alive, stripped of his name, and broken through years of imprisonment, conditioning, and Sith ritual.
When he emerged, nothing remained of the man Clan Ironstone had raised. He remembered neither family nor creed only the certainty that Mandalore was dead and that those who tried to restore it were prolonging a corpse's suffering. Bound to the Sith Order, Roukai became an instrument against his own people, hunting survivors, scattered clans, and would-be liberators with the discipline of the warrior he could no longer remember being.
He now commands the Ashen Ones, a Dral'hanade warband drawn from Mandalorians who accepted annihilation rather than resist it. After every victory, they burn the bodies of their Mandalorian enemies and grind the remains into their armor, carrying the ashes as a final insult to the dead and everything they believed could be rebuilt.
- PERSONALITY
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Roukai is difficult to understand. He doesn't shout, make threats, or use unnecessary words. He issues an order once and expects it to be obeyed. Most of the Ashen Ones are more afraid of letting him down than they are of dying for him.
He has no time for talks about honor, clan, or Mandalore. To him, those ideas have led to the deaths of his people. Yet, he still holds onto old habits. He personally inspects every weapon, never leaves any of his behind, and gets upset if anyone touches his armor.
- SKILLS
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BOMBARDMENT FROM ABOVE
NIHILISTIC AMIBITIONS
UNNATURAL PRESENCE
BOUND TO THE SITH
MANDALORIAN TRAINING - STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES
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STRENGTHS
The Body Remembers What the Mind Forgot: Roukai has no memory of his Vheh'yaime training, his old sparring partners, or the master who taught him the Resol'nare by heart. But his hands do. In combat he moves with a fluency that unsettles even his own warband, reading a beskar-forged blade's balance before he's consciously registered picking it up, countering a Mandalorian fighting style he shouldn't recognize. It occasionally leaves him staring at his own hands afterward, disturbed by a skill he can't account for.
Terror as Currency: Roukai has never raised his voice at an Ashen One. He's never needed to. His discipline is enforced through the certainty that failure earns something worse than death, and that certainty alone keeps a warband of broken killers more cohesive than most units held together by loyalty. It's a strength any rival commander would kill to understand and a serious liability if anyone ever finds a way to make Roukai's threats look hollow in front of his own men.
An Enemy With No Leverage: Interrogators, negotiators, and rival Sith alike have learned there is nothing to threaten him with. No family to endanger, no home to burn, no cause to corrupt. This makes him nearly impossible to manipulate through conventional means but it also means the only way anyone has ever gotten to him is by going after the one thing he does still guard obsessively, the armor, and the ash it carries.
Funeral Rites for the Enemy, None for Himself: He personally recovers every fallen Ashen One and burns every defeated Mandalorian's remains into paste for their armor. It's framed as tactical ritual, discipline, tradition but it's the only ceremony he still performs, for people whose names he doesn't let himself remember either.
WEAKNESSES
Order Without an Author: Roukai has no goals of his own. He has never once, in the years since his conditioning, questioned an order from the Sith Order because questioning requires a self to do the questioning, and there isn't much of one left. A patient enough manipulator, Sith or otherwise, could feed him a false directive and he would carry it out with the same unblinking precision as a legitimate one. He has no internal compass to check it against.
The Ash Doesn't Answer: Every so often a fragment surfaces. A word in Mando'a he shouldn't know the meaning of. A flash of a face he can't place. He handles these moments by working, by inspecting a weapon that doesn't need inspecting, by finding something to control.
His Armor Is Not Just Armor: Roukai's beskar carries the ground remains of every Mandalorian he's put down, which he treats as a war record rather than a horror. He will not remove it in front of others, will not let anyone else so much as adjust a strap, and reacts with immediate, disproportionate violence if it's damaged, mocked, or tampered with. It's the single most reliable way to provoke him into an uncharacteristic mistake and the one topic that can make him say more than a sentence at a time.
A Loyalty He Can't Explain: Despite remembering nothing of Clan Ironstone, Roukai has never once turned his blade against a fellow named Ironstone bloodline member when the option arose he simply finds reasons not to, reasons that sound tactical but aren't. He doesn't know why and Neither does anyone else yet.
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THE GALAXY AT LARGENameDescription
Raukai watched from the bridge of the The Whispering Matron as the battle for Abregado-rae unfolded around him. Turbolaser fire streaked toward them from the Iron Covenant fleet as Starfighters raced past the viewport before breaking away into scattered dogfights.
The sight of such carnage pulled him back to Mandalore. The memories came without warning as he saw Sith warships descending over the planet, their guns tearing through its defenses while the clans fought and died below. The campaign had broken his people within days. It had also set him on the path that led to this fate, remembered as one of the corrupted, bound to live and die by the Butcher King's mercy.
There were worse fates. The Iron Covenant had been defeated over Humbarine without much effort and Raukai saw no reason for Abregado-rae to end any differently. He would drive them from the planet and destroy anything they might reclaim if the assault failed.
He glanced at the terminal beside his command chair. More warships were dropping out of hyperspace with each passing moment. Dark Lords from both the Sith Covenant and the Sith Order had come to claim victory over the Mandalorians. Raukai would not leave all the glory to them. His warband wanted blood, and they would not be satisfied until their armor carried the remains of their enemies.
Once, he might have thought such destruction beneath him. He was no longer the man he had been, nor was he bound by the culture and ideals that had failed his people. Raukai rose from his chair and walked toward the bridge viewport. The enemy had lost the advantage, but he did not believe they had been taken completely by surprise.
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