D E M O N
PROFILE
- Faction: The Sith Order
- Title: The King of Eryndor
- Age: Early Thirties
- Species: Echani
- Gender: Male
- Height: 6'3"
- Weight: 170 lbs
- Force Sensitive: Yes
Varion Talon stands at an imposing 6’3”, his frame lean yet honed with the muscle of a lifelong warrior — every movement marked by the grace and precision of Echani discipline. His skin bears the pale, almost luminous tone of his people, while long silver hair falls past his shoulders, often tied back or left loose in quiet defiance of formality. There is a striking, almost ethereal handsomeness to his features — sharp, symmetrical, and statuesque, as if carved from marble and shadow alike. His eyes, cool and discerning, seem ever watchful, carrying the weight of both lineage and loss. Var favors dark, armored robes that blend nobility with menace, sleek and utilitarian, the garb of a king who does not sit far from the battlefield.
INVENTORY
- Pending
Once loud, combative, and quick to mock the weight of his bloodline, Varion Talon has long since traded rebellion for refinement. Time, failure, and loss have tempered the wry, crass young man into a figure of measured restraint — a king whose words are chosen as carefully as his battles. His presence commands not through volume, but through precision: deliberate speech, quiet calculation, and the disarming poise of someone who no longer needs to prove his strength through outbursts. Var represents House Talon, Eryndor, and the Echani people with a grace that surprises those who knew him in youth, wearing the mantle of leadership not as a crown of privilege but as an armor of responsibility. The rebellious son has become the steady king, and in that transformation, he has found power.
Yet beneath the polished exterior, Varion remains deeply ambitious, shaped by the doctrine of the Rule of Dominion, a philosophy forged by his eldest sister, Srina Talon, and embraced fully as his own. He does not believe in strength for its own sake, nor does he bow to the chaos of rage and impulse that consumes so many of their kind. Instead, Varion seeks mastery — over himself, over others, over the fickle whims of fate. In his eyes, true sovereignty lies not in birthright, but in the ability to will reality into submission, to forge order from disorder, to bend circumstance without breaking. His loyalty is first and foremost to his throne and surviving family; everything else — power, alliances, even morality — is subordinate to that enduring purpose. He does not believe he is entitled to dominion because of who he is. He believes in dominion because he can, and because he will.
Yet beneath the polished exterior, Varion remains deeply ambitious, shaped by the doctrine of the Rule of Dominion, a philosophy forged by his eldest sister, Srina Talon, and embraced fully as his own. He does not believe in strength for its own sake, nor does he bow to the chaos of rage and impulse that consumes so many of their kind. Instead, Varion seeks mastery — over himself, over others, over the fickle whims of fate. In his eyes, true sovereignty lies not in birthright, but in the ability to will reality into submission, to forge order from disorder, to bend circumstance without breaking. His loyalty is first and foremost to his throne and surviving family; everything else — power, alliances, even morality — is subordinate to that enduring purpose. He does not believe he is entitled to dominion because of who he is. He believes in dominion because he can, and because he will.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES
- + Echani Heritage & Knights Obsidian Training: Raised in the disciplined martial traditions of the Echani and refined through formal service as a Knight Obsidian, Varion possesses exceptional close-combat skill and battlefield pragmatism. His fighting style is a seamless blend of grace and lethality, enhanced by practical, combat-driven applications of the Force.
. - + Criminal Underworld Instincts: Years spent navigating the Outer Rim's criminal underbelly honed Var's survival instincts and sharpened his understanding of deception, ambush tactics, and the value of reading a room. This experience grants him an edge in sensing danger, spotting manipulation, and leveraging unsavory connections when necessary.
. - - Dark Side Seduction: Though disciplined, Varion’s quiet hunger for strength leaves him vulnerable to the seduction of the Dark Side, particularly in moments of perceived weakness or loss of control. His pursuit of power, though calculated, risks feeding the very chaos he believes himself above.
. - - Overreliance on Close-Quarters Engagement: Var’s fighting style and Force abilities are heavily optimized for close to mid-range combat, where he can dominate the battlefield through direct engagement. This leaves him at a disadvantage against skilled long-range opponents, heavy artillery, or Force users who specialize in distance-based or area denial tactics.
The Youngest of House Talon:
Varion Talon was born the youngest son of House Talon, an Echani family of respectable standing — one that would grow to minor nobility in the eyes of the Echani crown. His father, Raihane Talon, was a diplomat of grace and poise; his mother, Aeris, a warrior of conviction, whose strength of will was matched only by the iron of her discipline. His elder sisters stood as paragons of Echani tradition, none more so than Srina Talon, whose name would become known across the stars.
For Varion, however, the Talon legacy was a cage.
The Echani way demanded excellence — in speech, in sword, in service. But where his kin embraced the weight of expectation, Var bristled beneath it. He was the only son, the last to bear the Talon name, and from an early age, it was made clear: there was no room for failure.
He gave them the warrior they demanded. But not the son they had hoped for.
For Varion, however, the Talon legacy was a cage.
The Echani way demanded excellence — in speech, in sword, in service. But where his kin embraced the weight of expectation, Var bristled beneath it. He was the only son, the last to bear the Talon name, and from an early age, it was made clear: there was no room for failure.
He gave them the warrior they demanded. But not the son they had hoped for.
The Runaway Son:
In his youth, Var mastered the martial traditions as required, but his eyes always wandered beyond the regal halls of Eshan. The criminal underworld sang to him in ways the courts never could. Where diplomacy measured its words and politics demanded restraint, the Outer Rim offered something simpler: freedom.
Running from the future chosen for him, Var vanished into the black, taking up with mercenaries, smugglers, and killers. He scraped together a ragged crew — a gang held together by grit, desperation, and the sharp-tongued pilot Sylvia Alvaro, whose on-and-off relationship with Var would span years of chaos and passion.
Their exploits were hardly legendary, but they were loud enough to get noticed.
Loud enough to get caught.
By his early twenties, Varion Talon was serving time in a supermax prison, locked away for gang-related operations deep in Hutt Space. But confinement could not hold him long — nor could it break the fire in him. The sentence was never fulfilled. The hows and whys of his jailbreak remain shrouded in rumor, but when the doors opened, Var walked out into a galaxy still reeling from the Mandalorian assault on his home.
Running from the future chosen for him, Var vanished into the black, taking up with mercenaries, smugglers, and killers. He scraped together a ragged crew — a gang held together by grit, desperation, and the sharp-tongued pilot Sylvia Alvaro, whose on-and-off relationship with Var would span years of chaos and passion.
Their exploits were hardly legendary, but they were loud enough to get noticed.
Loud enough to get caught.
By his early twenties, Varion Talon was serving time in a supermax prison, locked away for gang-related operations deep in Hutt Space. But confinement could not hold him long — nor could it break the fire in him. The sentence was never fulfilled. The hows and whys of his jailbreak remain shrouded in rumor, but when the doors opened, Var walked out into a galaxy still reeling from the Mandalorian assault on his home.
Atonement and the Knights Obsidian:
The bombardment of Eshan changed everything.
His sisters had fought to protect their people, Srina most of all. And where had Var been? Drunk on rebellion. Running from a name that others had bled to honor.
Haunted by the weakness of his choices, Var returned home — not to reclaim glory, but to atone. He put his mercenary past behind him and sought a path where his strength could mean more than credits. The Confederacy of Independent Systems, where Srina served as a linchpin of power, became his new proving ground.
Within the Knights Obsidian, Var found something he hadn’t known he was missing: purpose.
Structure. Brotherhood. A place to put his talents toward something constructive.
It did not erase his past — but for the first time, Var was building a future. For years, the Confederacy thrived. For years, Var served.
His sisters had fought to protect their people, Srina most of all. And where had Var been? Drunk on rebellion. Running from a name that others had bled to honor.
Haunted by the weakness of his choices, Var returned home — not to reclaim glory, but to atone. He put his mercenary past behind him and sought a path where his strength could mean more than credits. The Confederacy of Independent Systems, where Srina served as a linchpin of power, became his new proving ground.
Within the Knights Obsidian, Var found something he hadn’t known he was missing: purpose.
Structure. Brotherhood. A place to put his talents toward something constructive.
It did not erase his past — but for the first time, Var was building a future. For years, the Confederacy thrived. For years, Var served.
The Fall and Aftermath:
Then came the Calamity — the fall of the Confederacy beneath swarms of Netherworld demons, ripping through the Southern Systems like a plague of nightmares.
The fall shattered him.
Faced with failure on a scale he could not deny, Var saw clearly the truth he had long refused to face: he was not strong enough. Had he died there, his name — the Talon name — might have passed into memory, unfulfilled, unmourned. The weight of his bloodline, once a chain, now struck him as a duty too long abandoned. Wracked by guilt, Var returned to Eshan once more — but this time, not as a runaway.
This time, as a son. He stepped fully into the role he had fled, embracing his place as the sole son of House Talon, the last to carry the name.
The fall shattered him.
Faced with failure on a scale he could not deny, Var saw clearly the truth he had long refused to face: he was not strong enough. Had he died there, his name — the Talon name — might have passed into memory, unfulfilled, unmourned. The weight of his bloodline, once a chain, now struck him as a duty too long abandoned. Wracked by guilt, Var returned to Eshan once more — but this time, not as a runaway.
This time, as a son. He stepped fully into the role he had fled, embracing his place as the sole son of House Talon, the last to carry the name.
The Lord of Eryndor:
In the years following the calamity, the Six Sisters sought to fortify their strength. Eryndor, an agriworld among their number, stood vulnerable and directionless, its leadership in ruin.
It was House Talon, bound by service and sacrifice, who answered the call. And it was Var Talon, against expectation, who was entrusted with stewardship of the world — his parents occupied with broader responsibilities, Srina entangled in the affairs of the greater galaxy. Despite the matriarchal traditions of Echani society, Var was named Lord of Eryndor.
And where others might have faltered beneath the crown, Var thrived.
He transformed Eryndor from a simple agricultural supplier into a Fortress World — self-reliant, armed, unyielding. Factory lines wove between the fields. Garrison walls rose high against the sky. But leadership did not ease the ache within him. The fall of the Confederacy had left more than scars — it had planted the seed of doubt, the gnawing fear of weakness.
It was House Talon, bound by service and sacrifice, who answered the call. And it was Var Talon, against expectation, who was entrusted with stewardship of the world — his parents occupied with broader responsibilities, Srina entangled in the affairs of the greater galaxy. Despite the matriarchal traditions of Echani society, Var was named Lord of Eryndor.
And where others might have faltered beneath the crown, Var thrived.
He transformed Eryndor from a simple agricultural supplier into a Fortress World — self-reliant, armed, unyielding. Factory lines wove between the fields. Garrison walls rose high against the sky. But leadership did not ease the ache within him. The fall of the Confederacy had left more than scars — it had planted the seed of doubt, the gnawing fear of weakness.
The Hunger for Power:
His obsession with strength became a quiet hunger.
Drawn by dreams, visions, and perhaps fate, Var delved into the forgotten places beneath Eryndor, unearthing the buried remains of an ancient Sith Temple. There, beneath the earth, amid ruins and shadows, he faced trials of monsters and memory — confronted by echoes of every failure, every choice that had led him to this moment.
And there he found it: a crimson holocron, its voice a whisper, its promises seductive. In secret, Var Talon began to study the Dark Side. Not to conquer. Not yet. But to ensure he would never again be too weak to save what was his.
Drawn by dreams, visions, and perhaps fate, Var delved into the forgotten places beneath Eryndor, unearthing the buried remains of an ancient Sith Temple. There, beneath the earth, amid ruins and shadows, he faced trials of monsters and memory — confronted by echoes of every failure, every choice that had led him to this moment.
And there he found it: a crimson holocron, its voice a whisper, its promises seductive. In secret, Var Talon began to study the Dark Side. Not to conquer. Not yet. But to ensure he would never again be too weak to save what was his.
The Planeshift and the King:
Then the stars themselves betrayed him. The Planeshift tore Eryndor from the orbit of the Six Sisters, hurling it into the heart of Sith Space, deep within the territory of the Order they had once called enemy. Surrounded. Alone.
It could have meant extinction — but Var did not break. Instead, he brokered an accord with the Sith, guaranteeing safe passage back to Eshan for any of his people who wished to flee. Many chose to remain, unwilling to abandon the home they had rebuilt beneath his hand.
It was they who named him King of Eryndor. Not by birthright. But because he had held them together when the galaxy itself conspired to tear them apart.
Now, Varion Talon stands as a ruler crowned by circumstance, navigating the treacherous waters of Sith politics, his people an island of Echani pride in a sea of darkness. To the galaxy, he remains the gracious monarch, protector of the displaced, a leader who rose when fate demanded it. But beneath the crown, behind the quiet eyes, the Dark Side coils.
Ambition burns where guilt once dwelled. Power whispers where fear once ruled. And the king begins to wonder:
It could have meant extinction — but Var did not break. Instead, he brokered an accord with the Sith, guaranteeing safe passage back to Eshan for any of his people who wished to flee. Many chose to remain, unwilling to abandon the home they had rebuilt beneath his hand.
It was they who named him King of Eryndor. Not by birthright. But because he had held them together when the galaxy itself conspired to tear them apart.
Now, Varion Talon stands as a ruler crowned by circumstance, navigating the treacherous waters of Sith politics, his people an island of Echani pride in a sea of darkness. To the galaxy, he remains the gracious monarch, protector of the displaced, a leader who rose when fate demanded it. But beneath the crown, behind the quiet eyes, the Dark Side coils.
Ambition burns where guilt once dwelled. Power whispers where fear once ruled. And the king begins to wonder:
Why settle for survival… when you might shape the stars themselves?