Darth Eversor
Burning Forever
Out Of Character Information:
Canon Link: N/AIntent: Provide Abraxas with a suit of armor that will serve as a milestone in character development.
Restricted Missions: N/A
Image Source: ArtStation
Primary Source: Greater Calama
Production Information:
Manufacturer: Stumbled upon during travel, Sith of old
Material: Reinforced Durasteel Plates, Greater Calama Shell, Armorweave, Anti-Blaster Mesh, Light Durasteel Chainmail, Transparisteel
Helmet.
Model: N/A
Affiliation: Abraxas
Name(s): Closed-Market
Modularity:
- None
Technical Specifications:
Classification: Ceremonial Sith Armor; Battle Armor
Weight: 21 kg
Quality: 8
Special Features:
- Tainted and embedded with the death wrought by the wearer of the armor's previous owner, irradiated by Dark Side influence.
- None
Strengths:
- Limited Blaster Resistance
- Limited Lightsabre Resistance
- Impact Resistant
- Limited Force Resistance (Meaning that the armor itself can aid the wearer to a minor degree to help resist against Force related offenses.)
- Exposed Joints
- No Life Support
- Pits In Armor
- Somewhat Heavy
Upon finding himself alone, the man of twisted morality also happened upon a peculiar cave while traversing the wilderness of Korriban. The cave itself emitted faint whispers, residual bickering of many that had argued among themselves due to insanity - or among groups of ancient Sith that could not bond for various reasons.
Abraxas knew all too well what it would mean to enter such a cave, and in an impulsive attempt to rediscover what it truly was to be Sith, the broken man walked into the pitch black maw, embracing the wicked presence within. Pain racked the murderer's skull, his breathing becoming shallow and ragged as he ventured further until it almost felt like mortality's end was nigh. But then a sight to behold ceased his concern with the right or wrong of the predicament.
An unmarked tomb stood before him, beckoning the Sith closer in a rather sinister manner. Pushing the subconscious desire into his mind that there was something that it could give him - a gift. The whispers began to grow stronger and louder, causing an intense ringing in Abraxas' ears until he finally reached a small chamber. There before him, encased in a transparent pod, was a suit of armor still perfectly intact.
Like the whispers from before, it too beckoned him to take it. The gift.