ＬＯＳＴ ＳＯＵＬ
General Information
Full Name:
???
Former Aliases:
The Haunted Commander, The Beast, The Demon-General
Faction:
The Sith Empire
Former Unit:
Imperial Legion, 7th Field Army, Command Element [Combined Arms]
Rank:
Lord General
Age:
∞
Ethnicity:
Blackstone Entity
Location of Birth:
The Gate
Species:
Blackstone Entity
Gender:
N/A.
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Appearance
Height:
8'3
Weight:
???
Physical Build:
???
Eye Color:
N/A
Hair Color:
N/A
Skin Tone:
N/A
Notable Features:
Blackstone Entity. Mute. Extremely Dangerous.
Psychology
Sexuality:
N/A.
Relationship Status:
N/A.
Personality:
Brutal. Without mercy. Actions louder than words.
Strengths & Weaknesses
A creature from beyond...
...Brought back to reality.
The scars may not heal...
...But pain creates strength.
What the soul has seen will remain burnt to memory for eternity.
Equipment Listing
'Executor'
A blade of bone and corrupted songsteel, stolen by a pretender, returned to its rightful owner.
Extra Information
Biography:
Born on Rishi to a pair of Galactic Empire loyalists, the child Vestille grew up into a rather peaceful and quiet life. Being surrounded by grasslands, rivers and natural beauty, whilst his parents were both supporters of the Empire and Imperial society was all around them, Vestille had a rather uneventful childhood beyond several events. His father, having been called for service within the Galactic Empire, was killed in action when Vestille was no more than 10 years old. Being old enough to understand death, the mourning process was short, and instead of seeing his father's death as a tragedy, the deceased soldier's son saw it as something to respect. Dying for a cause that he truly believed in. Having gone through Imperial education, and fast approaching enlistment age, Vestille made it clear that he was to join with the Imperial Military, despite pleads from his mother, having lost one loved one already. These pleads would not be enough to stop the child, already too deep into his beliefs and aspirations of the Empire.
Upon reaching 18, Vestille enlisted within the Imperial Military academy. Being dumped in with the rest of the recruits, he began to shine through with his ability to follow the training doctrine perfectly as well as willingness to take charge and lead the other recruits through the trials put before them by his training instructor. Halfway through the course, and having been consistent with keeping a pristine track record, Vestille was put forward for the Stormtrooper program, his superiors seeing the early adult a keen student and a solid leader and soldier. Swapping to the new training doctrine, Vestille continued his training, still keeping his exceptional track record and talents. It was then that Imperial Command deemed him a prime candidate into the Death Trooper Program, special forces. Vestille accepted without a second thought
Being transported from the Imperial Army training grounds on Rishi to Scarif, Vestille underwent an extreme process of physical, mental and ideological testing, above and beyond the expectations of the Stormtroopers. He was passed as the training doctrine started, resulting in a period of pain, soul-breaking and physical and mental adjustments. By the time the process was over, Vestille was an indoctrinated servant of the Empire; his mind wiped clean and filled with doctrines, tactical data and other information that was relevant only to his new purpose. A man died, a Death Trooper was born. Being assigned as Captain to a platoon, he stood as a stalwart defender of the Empire and his superiors.
DT-2417 was born, ready to spread terror upon the Galaxy.
And so he did, for a time. Within the service of the Galactic Empire, DT-2417 and his squad Pestilence grew in prestige and experience and, beneath the exterior of the black-clad Death Troopers, brotherhood. Time and time again, Pestilence left their mark upon the Galaxy; instilling order across the realms of the Galactic Empire and showing the enemies of those that wished to maintain peace and order no mercy. Jedi, rebels, scum and worthy warriors alike were put to the sword in the name of the Empire and the Emperor. Their service wasn't without reward as Pestilence grew larger and larger, both in size and in influence and glory among those of the Empire yet who they were was something that always remained a mystery. To the greater galaxy, they were suits of armor, no sense of humanity or morality seeped through the cracks, the ultimate soldiers. Their orders said jump, they never even asked how high, they simply executed without room for slight or error.
All good things, however, come to an end.
At the battle of Dagobah, Pestilence was shattered and broken by a superior force in an environment they were ill-suited to fight within and parameters not suited to their usual operational security. Having been made a Major and given a much larger force, DT-2417 struggled to keep to his doctrine and his beliefs, eventually being overwhelmed and, as far as anyone could tell, gave his life for the Empire as the grenade that knocked him unconscious tore through his armor and killed the man outright, though that was far from true, Wounded and what could only be described as brain-damaged, the Death Trooper awoke in that swamp not as a Death Trooper no longer, but as a man, a spirit freed from the bonds and indoctrination that had kept its grip for the longest time.
From that point onward, a new chapter of the former Death Trooper opened up. Once an associate within the Galactic Empire, the former Grand Inquisitor-regent turned High Sovereign Varik Ice had created himself a following and a place of dominion upon the planet of Eadu. The Sovereignty, a place where stability ruled and negative stigma of either Republic or Empire held no weight. As the upcoming star nation rose, so did the threats that little to some, sought to plunder and exterminate the rising power. As the Draxites, wild creatures and other undesirables within Sovereignty space began to move in on their claims and a limited defense force barely holding back the sweeping tides, Varik sought help in beating back this threat that sought to tread on the Sovereignty whilst still in its infancy. So he sought someone who know how to command, how to train his men with the utmost zeal and ensure that they were not only ready to face any challenge but loyal to the cause, to the very death. There was one, one who had hidden behind a helmet yet left an imprint on the Galaxy; an imprint of terror, of order. Pestilence was gone, swallowed up by the swamps of Dagobah yet one had survived; perhaps through sheer luck, perhaps through some otherworldly force tormenting the man's very soul.
That man was DT-2417, Vestille Thumara. Pulled from recovery, the fallen Trooper was quickly put to work raising an army from a simple planetary defense force. A force worthy of not only protecting the Sovereignty's borders but bringing the sword to its enemies. In no time at all, the dead man walking transformed a buckling defense force into a fighting entity worthy of being called an army. With a unique blend of both asymmetrical warfare and conventional military tactics ensured that the newly forged Sovereign Army was more than capable of dealing with threats both sentient and mindless beasts, utilizing their equipment to their maximum effectiveness to minimize the number of losses. A zealous force of arms, willing to bring their name to the history books as a heroic figure among the sea of gold. For once in his new found freedom, Vestille had found paradise; a place where he could do what he knew best, wage war but do so without the facade of digits or designation. For the time that it was, the Sovereignty seemed like it was to stay.
Much like it had before, the circle of life decrees that all good things must come to an end with no exception.
With the disappearance of the High Sovereign, Varik Ice and the inevitable decline of stability and belief within the nation and its cause, panic spread. From his war room, the Grand Commander, Vestille Thumara, watched without a single word. His defection from the Galactic Empire to forge a new nation had led to the same thing as before; his achievements being burnt to ashes and spread among the floor. It was perhaps no great secret that the Grand Commander had not been all quite there, as far as his mental state was concerned; night terrors, paranoia, preferring the company of his haunted and fractured mind as opposed to the company of others, Vestille Thumara was no man and hadn't been since he underwent the Death Trooper program within the Galactic Empire. In the beginning, he believed he was truly lost, unable to crawl out of the self-digging hole that his choices had led him to. However, if Vestille was nothing else, he was zealous.
Taking those who were still loyal to Vestille, the hardened elite that listened to their Supreme Commander to the letter after their time training and serving under him, Vestille left the Sovereignty without as much of a peep or a grand exit. He and those hundred others simply vanished into space. They had no home to go to, only one purpose they could find; the sound of drums and the call to war. Not for a nation and not for a worthy cause, simply because they had no other place to go. They would fight until their last breath or the last enemy fell. Only then would the Gravewalkers ever find peace. In truth, perhaps they were never meant to. It didn't take long for someone to come and find the Gravewalkers and pull them into a full-term contract... Though things are never really that simple, especially when that someone is the Sith Empire. And so freedom was shaped into the form of servitude yet again; many would consider this as unfair, something that would be spat upon and defied but for Vestille, it was nothing more than the change of hands again. No matter how much he wanted freedom and to be himself, all that programming and indoctrination towards servitude made him feel comfortable, something that he could never truly break free from. Now he serves within the Legion and Saaraishash, ready to carry out orders to the letter, as if nothing ever changed.
Death. Rebirth. Revenge.
Ship:
SOVSTARF-Series Phi-Class Sovereign Multi-Purpose Transport
Former Aliases:
The Haunted Commander, The Beast, The Demon-General
Faction:
The Sith Empire
Former Unit:
Imperial Legion, 7th Field Army, Command Element [Combined Arms]
Rank:
Lord General
Age:
∞
Ethnicity:
Blackstone Entity
Location of Birth:
The Gate
Species:
Blackstone Entity
Gender:
N/A.
Force Sensitive:
Yes
Appearance
Height:
8'3
Weight:
???
Physical Build:
???
Eye Color:
N/A
Hair Color:
N/A
Skin Tone:
N/A
Notable Features:
Blackstone Entity. Mute. Extremely Dangerous.
Psychology
Sexuality:
N/A.
Relationship Status:
N/A.
Personality:
Brutal. Without mercy. Actions louder than words.
Strengths & Weaknesses
Equipment Listing
'Executor'
A blade of bone and corrupted songsteel, stolen by a pretender, returned to its rightful owner.
Extra Information
Biography:
Born on Rishi to a pair of Galactic Empire loyalists, the child Vestille grew up into a rather peaceful and quiet life. Being surrounded by grasslands, rivers and natural beauty, whilst his parents were both supporters of the Empire and Imperial society was all around them, Vestille had a rather uneventful childhood beyond several events. His father, having been called for service within the Galactic Empire, was killed in action when Vestille was no more than 10 years old. Being old enough to understand death, the mourning process was short, and instead of seeing his father's death as a tragedy, the deceased soldier's son saw it as something to respect. Dying for a cause that he truly believed in. Having gone through Imperial education, and fast approaching enlistment age, Vestille made it clear that he was to join with the Imperial Military, despite pleads from his mother, having lost one loved one already. These pleads would not be enough to stop the child, already too deep into his beliefs and aspirations of the Empire.
Upon reaching 18, Vestille enlisted within the Imperial Military academy. Being dumped in with the rest of the recruits, he began to shine through with his ability to follow the training doctrine perfectly as well as willingness to take charge and lead the other recruits through the trials put before them by his training instructor. Halfway through the course, and having been consistent with keeping a pristine track record, Vestille was put forward for the Stormtrooper program, his superiors seeing the early adult a keen student and a solid leader and soldier. Swapping to the new training doctrine, Vestille continued his training, still keeping his exceptional track record and talents. It was then that Imperial Command deemed him a prime candidate into the Death Trooper Program, special forces. Vestille accepted without a second thought
Being transported from the Imperial Army training grounds on Rishi to Scarif, Vestille underwent an extreme process of physical, mental and ideological testing, above and beyond the expectations of the Stormtroopers. He was passed as the training doctrine started, resulting in a period of pain, soul-breaking and physical and mental adjustments. By the time the process was over, Vestille was an indoctrinated servant of the Empire; his mind wiped clean and filled with doctrines, tactical data and other information that was relevant only to his new purpose. A man died, a Death Trooper was born. Being assigned as Captain to a platoon, he stood as a stalwart defender of the Empire and his superiors.
DT-2417 was born, ready to spread terror upon the Galaxy.
And so he did, for a time. Within the service of the Galactic Empire, DT-2417 and his squad Pestilence grew in prestige and experience and, beneath the exterior of the black-clad Death Troopers, brotherhood. Time and time again, Pestilence left their mark upon the Galaxy; instilling order across the realms of the Galactic Empire and showing the enemies of those that wished to maintain peace and order no mercy. Jedi, rebels, scum and worthy warriors alike were put to the sword in the name of the Empire and the Emperor. Their service wasn't without reward as Pestilence grew larger and larger, both in size and in influence and glory among those of the Empire yet who they were was something that always remained a mystery. To the greater galaxy, they were suits of armor, no sense of humanity or morality seeped through the cracks, the ultimate soldiers. Their orders said jump, they never even asked how high, they simply executed without room for slight or error.
All good things, however, come to an end.
At the battle of Dagobah, Pestilence was shattered and broken by a superior force in an environment they were ill-suited to fight within and parameters not suited to their usual operational security. Having been made a Major and given a much larger force, DT-2417 struggled to keep to his doctrine and his beliefs, eventually being overwhelmed and, as far as anyone could tell, gave his life for the Empire as the grenade that knocked him unconscious tore through his armor and killed the man outright, though that was far from true, Wounded and what could only be described as brain-damaged, the Death Trooper awoke in that swamp not as a Death Trooper no longer, but as a man, a spirit freed from the bonds and indoctrination that had kept its grip for the longest time.
From that point onward, a new chapter of the former Death Trooper opened up. Once an associate within the Galactic Empire, the former Grand Inquisitor-regent turned High Sovereign Varik Ice had created himself a following and a place of dominion upon the planet of Eadu. The Sovereignty, a place where stability ruled and negative stigma of either Republic or Empire held no weight. As the upcoming star nation rose, so did the threats that little to some, sought to plunder and exterminate the rising power. As the Draxites, wild creatures and other undesirables within Sovereignty space began to move in on their claims and a limited defense force barely holding back the sweeping tides, Varik sought help in beating back this threat that sought to tread on the Sovereignty whilst still in its infancy. So he sought someone who know how to command, how to train his men with the utmost zeal and ensure that they were not only ready to face any challenge but loyal to the cause, to the very death. There was one, one who had hidden behind a helmet yet left an imprint on the Galaxy; an imprint of terror, of order. Pestilence was gone, swallowed up by the swamps of Dagobah yet one had survived; perhaps through sheer luck, perhaps through some otherworldly force tormenting the man's very soul.
That man was DT-2417, Vestille Thumara. Pulled from recovery, the fallen Trooper was quickly put to work raising an army from a simple planetary defense force. A force worthy of not only protecting the Sovereignty's borders but bringing the sword to its enemies. In no time at all, the dead man walking transformed a buckling defense force into a fighting entity worthy of being called an army. With a unique blend of both asymmetrical warfare and conventional military tactics ensured that the newly forged Sovereign Army was more than capable of dealing with threats both sentient and mindless beasts, utilizing their equipment to their maximum effectiveness to minimize the number of losses. A zealous force of arms, willing to bring their name to the history books as a heroic figure among the sea of gold. For once in his new found freedom, Vestille had found paradise; a place where he could do what he knew best, wage war but do so without the facade of digits or designation. For the time that it was, the Sovereignty seemed like it was to stay.
Much like it had before, the circle of life decrees that all good things must come to an end with no exception.
With the disappearance of the High Sovereign, Varik Ice and the inevitable decline of stability and belief within the nation and its cause, panic spread. From his war room, the Grand Commander, Vestille Thumara, watched without a single word. His defection from the Galactic Empire to forge a new nation had led to the same thing as before; his achievements being burnt to ashes and spread among the floor. It was perhaps no great secret that the Grand Commander had not been all quite there, as far as his mental state was concerned; night terrors, paranoia, preferring the company of his haunted and fractured mind as opposed to the company of others, Vestille Thumara was no man and hadn't been since he underwent the Death Trooper program within the Galactic Empire. In the beginning, he believed he was truly lost, unable to crawl out of the self-digging hole that his choices had led him to. However, if Vestille was nothing else, he was zealous.
Taking those who were still loyal to Vestille, the hardened elite that listened to their Supreme Commander to the letter after their time training and serving under him, Vestille left the Sovereignty without as much of a peep or a grand exit. He and those hundred others simply vanished into space. They had no home to go to, only one purpose they could find; the sound of drums and the call to war. Not for a nation and not for a worthy cause, simply because they had no other place to go. They would fight until their last breath or the last enemy fell. Only then would the Gravewalkers ever find peace. In truth, perhaps they were never meant to. It didn't take long for someone to come and find the Gravewalkers and pull them into a full-term contract... Though things are never really that simple, especially when that someone is the Sith Empire. And so freedom was shaped into the form of servitude yet again; many would consider this as unfair, something that would be spat upon and defied but for Vestille, it was nothing more than the change of hands again. No matter how much he wanted freedom and to be himself, all that programming and indoctrination towards servitude made him feel comfortable, something that he could never truly break free from. Now he serves within the Legion and Saaraishash, ready to carry out orders to the letter, as if nothing ever changed.
Death. Rebirth. Revenge.
Ship:
SOVSTARF-Series Phi-Class Sovereign Multi-Purpose Transport
Specifications:
Length
15.0 Meters
Width
27.0 Meters
Height
7.0 Meters
Armament
Laser Canons (4)
Proton Missile Launchers (2)
Defenses
Reinforced Hull
Deflector Shields
Hyperdrive
Level II
Speed Rating
Moderate
Special Features
Starfighter Ion Engine
Starfighter Hazard and Damage Control Systems
Starfighter Life Support Systems
Starfighter Navigational Systems
Starfighter Sensors and Targeting Systems
Starfighter Communications Systems
Holonet Transceiver and Encryption/Decryption Networks
Length
15.0 Meters
Width
27.0 Meters
Height
7.0 Meters
Armament
Laser Canons (4)
Proton Missile Launchers (2)
Defenses
Reinforced Hull
Deflector Shields
Hyperdrive
Level II
Speed Rating
Moderate
Special Features
Starfighter Ion Engine
Starfighter Hazard and Damage Control Systems
Starfighter Life Support Systems
Starfighter Navigational Systems
Starfighter Sensors and Targeting Systems
Starfighter Communications Systems
Holonet Transceiver and Encryption/Decryption Networks
Kills:
Key:
Character Name | Player Name | Date of Kill | Thread of Kill
Accolades:
Character Name | Player Name | Date of Kill | Thread of Kill
Accolades:
