THE SEER
Born as Zephyr Carpathia on Tallaan, his earliest memories were of much fonder times. They lived in peace on the warm planet, the bloodline easily mixing in with the influx of alien species from across the Galaxy. Some survived the Plague and built immunity to it, passing it forward for the generations of Vampyres to come. The ordeal left them stronger than before though the Galaxy went silent. They thrived here through the Four Hundred Year Darkness, rebuilding in their corner of the universe and content with what they had.
Though this too came to pass. The Galactic Republic rose as a beacon of Light once more, for all except the Vampyres. World after world fell as they enacted swift “justice” in their purgings. Leaders and councilmen died in the battles, attempting to defend what was rightly their land and their people. His family urged him to flee as fires raged around them, the buildings and monuments they built for their legacy destroyed in the smallest fraction of time. Someone had to live for them. Reluctantly and with a heavy heart, the man left Tallaan and all that he had ever known.
He slipped away under the guise of night, stowing away in a cargo ship bound for the Outer Rim. He never knew exactly how much time passed of the voyage. He only ever creeped out of hiding to try to tempt an unsuspecting crew member to feed off of, and even that was only when he felt weak enough to have to resort to a live source of blood. The ship took him out to the world of Icarus. The moment the cargo vessel settled in the spaceport’s dock, the Vampirika fled once more into a nearby city.
Zephyr’s stay on Icarus was only meant to be temporary. However, a woman sought him out. A Sith Pureblood by the name of Darth Andar. She took him in, led him through an almost endless maze of steel and stone. He only knew that they were headed down into the belly of the world. Upon arrival what he saw was shocking, to say the least. There, underneath the surface of Icarus, were about a dozen other Sith Purebloods. A small gathering, but a significant one for their species when the Galaxy thought them nearly extinct or beings of legend. Many were distrustful for years, always wary of the Vampyre’s intentions. Ready to pounce on him at the first sign of betrayal, even as he completed the missions and trials assigned to him as marks of capability. Alas, the moment never came and tensions eased over time.
Andar nurtured him back to health and then promptly began his training in a much more direct fashion. The Sith pushed him, well beyond the limitations of his enhanced body. Nearly
shattered his mind in an effort to make him
see reality for what it truly was and is.
At first, he thought himself a failure, only able to glimpse a rapid, single picture or scene at a time intentionally. Frustrated, Zephyr poured himself into all of his studies. He went days meditating on end. He studied delicate tomes and ancient holocrons, full of untapped information. Language and combat followed soon after, studying and writing and slashing until he found equilibrium. With diligence, days of meditation turned into weeks as he learned to feed off of the blood spilled in the name of the Dark, in the name of the Father of Shadows. The visions flowed through him easier as well and he was able to recite them with pinpoint accuracy after a few years.
He came to know himself.
When not studying or in deep meditation, he conducted missions for what he now knew to be the Scions of the Truth. He sequestered any information, novellas, tomes, scrolls, and holorecords that he could get his hands on. Often, these were manually entered into their databases in the Archives. Sometimes, he was sent to distance reaches of the Galaxy to attempt at uncovering lost sites or sent on assassinations of Andar’s other Apprentices.
But, in 864 ABY, Andar is no more on the physical plane. The gathering organizes into a loose council that operates and governs the Scions until 868. Together, they summoned the Vampyre and collectively elevated him above themselves. As Andar’s final and last surviving Apprentice, the role of Seer became his to grasp.
Accepting the offer, Zephyr wasted no time in ensuring the safety and survival of their small organization. Securing the future was the next vital step in the new plan that the newly proclaimed “Seer” put into motion. To this day, the Scions operate in the shadows of Icarus, waiting on the right opportunity to step into the sun and off of Icarus' plains.
The Old Gods are alive and well.
