D O M I N U S
Ravager
"Ashes to Ashes."
Basic Information
- Name: Ishmael Verd
- Alias: Ravager
- Faction(s): The Imperium, The One Sith
- Species: Near-Human
- Races: Umbaran, Korun
- Age: Early Adulthood
- Height: 6'0"
- Build: Middleweight
- Eyes: Brown
- Hair: Black
- Skin: Light Brown
- Force Sensitive: Yes
Conditioning: Training at the feet of the late Emperor Krag, in addition to conditioning endured under the supervision of his sire, has resulted in a rather competent combatant. Ravager can comfortably wield a variety of weapons and is proficient in a collection of "core" Force Powers. (+)
Multi-Lingual: As a result of "pre-natal" flash training, Ravager is fluent in several Galactic Languages, including (but not limited to): Basic, Huttese, Bothan, etc. He is also capable of reading/comprehending ancient Sith. (+)
Umbaran Heritage: Ravager is extremely sensitive to sudden, intense flashes of light (i.e. flashbangs). However, the degree of his sensitivity is vastly lower than that of a full-blooded Umbaran. (-)
Soft Spot: Although he is a shameless imperialist, ruthless combatant, and full-fledged Dark Sider, Ravager has a soft spot for children. Even if ordered by the highest superior, he cannot bring himself to harm a child. (-)
Appearance
If one were to bend the laws of time and space in order to glance at [member="Isley Verd"] in his prime...they would be gifted with the spitting image of Ravager. He is of above average stature and is gifted with a body cultivated by training and general warfare. Long, neat dreadlocks fall free from his head. Amber, piercing eyes tell the tale of his corruption by the Dark Side. And finally, light, chocolate skin is easily his most defining feature. For the most part, his attire is a suit of standard, Imperial Knight Armor that has been re-colored black. However, he can sometimes be seen sporting civilian clothes, robes, or even Stormtrooper regalia.
Possessions
- Ship: The Dragon's Breath
- Armour: Imperial Knight Armour
- Lightsabre: Imperial Knight Lightsabre
- Secondary Weapon: Sweet Mercy
When mankind discovered Fire, it was pure happenstance. The heavens above unleashed its wrath upon the earth, striking down that which was bold enough to reach for the sky. In the wake of its wrath was the purest essence of all: an inferno. It consumed, yet also created. It devoured nature, yet also made it beautiful. By fire was there life, cleansing, and light...enough so that Man emerged from their caves. Although driven by pure curiosity at first, avarice wormed its way into the hearts of the fledgling humanity. They sought to contain and control what was meant to be free. They attempted to tame Fire itself.
And in the end? They were burned.
Such was the life of a man named Ravager: a fire that was once contained. Born in the image of a rather powerful man, he was to act as the flawless extension of his creator's will. From Empire to Empire was he commanded to roam, simply observing and reporting back to he that had designed him. Yet, like all flames, Ravager needed to be free. He hungered for an opportunity to blaze a trail all his own: to be the master of his own destiny. And soon enough, the budding wildfire got his wish.
With the freedom of choice firmly in hand, Ravager elected a goal upon which to build his new life. He chose to serve those powers...those Empires...that had the sheer might or potential to bring order to a broken Galaxy. He chose to stand with them: a torch against the black of anarchy, and will continue to light the way until his last breath.
