Vrak Nashar
Character
NAME: Vrak Nashar
SPECIES: Sith Pureblood
HEIGHT: 1.87m
WEIGHT: 82kg
HEIGHT: 1.87m
WEIGHT: 82kg
AGE: 57
SKIN: Red
HAIR: Black
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
[+]Bladesman: Vrak primarily focuses his skills on the mastery of bladecraft. Though he has a strong potential in the force, and hails from a bloodline known for its strength in Sith Sorcery, Vrak has always preferred the more direct approach. Over the years The Pureblood has become a Master of the Blade. Proving Proficient with everything from a Light-pike to his usual Saber-staff. In Close quarter combat Vrak is a force to be feared. That being said, Vrak doesn't often use standard forms, preferring instead to branch out and put simply, cheat.
[+]Cunning: As one would expect from a Sith Pureblood, Vrak is quite intelligent. The prestige of his family, his education, and his own narcissism have accumulated in an intelligence that can't be denied. Though he is by no means a genius, Vrak is quite clever. He's a passable strategist and a formidable foe in games like Dejarik. He thinks in a logical way when not overcome by distractions, and tends to stick to facts rather than balancing out on raw emotions like most Sith.
[-]Right Eye: During the battle of Dromund Kaas Coci Heavenshield managed to land a blow on Vrak's head. This strike caused his mask to bend and break, puncturing his flesh and stabbing into his eye. Though this injury was mostly repaired, one of his eyes is now permanently an odd sort of red glow, it's vision slightly hampered.
[-]Ribs: During his imprisonment on Naboo Vrak went through a period where he was malnourished, a problem exacerbated when Jamie Pyne put a force suppression collar around his throat. During this time his body attempted to adapt, and unfortunately several of his ribs grew more frail and thin. Even with time and several applications of bacta these bones have not properly regrown, and thus are more vulnerable to breaking.
APPEARANCE:
Vrak appears as one might think of any Sith Pureblood.
APPEARANCE:
Vrak appears as one might think of any Sith Pureblood.
He is sadly, or perhaps not so sadly, the perfect spitting image of his species. He stands with a straight back, a high chin, and eyes that look down on pretty much everyone. His voice is nearly
always dripping with condescension, and the general way that he carries himself when walking is reminiscent of an Emperor strolling through a group of peasants. It is clear that Vrak holds himself in high esteem, and this reflects in everything that he does. The way that he dresses only accents this, thick silver piercings cutting the bridge of his nose and tacking into the edge of his ear.
The rest of his clothes usually suit what one might see on a Pureblood, black or dark colored robes, each specifically tailored not just for him, but the current occasion. His jet black hair is most often slicked back as to not get back in his way, though hangs wild at times when he has no intention of leaving his abode.
With his rise to the Council and his ascendance as a Sith Lord, Vrak has taken to wearing the traditional garb of his people, His robes are long and flowing, a mask covers his face, and he is almost always seen with an odd golden belt around his stomach.
Vrak carries himself with a very regal bearing, his back stiff, his robes more than a bit of ceremony.
BIOGRAPHY:
Athiss is not a world that most associate any longer with the Sith, most have forgotten almost entirely about the planets venerated history as the residence of once famed Sith Lord Vodal Kresh. His memory was banished long ago, and with it the power that had carried on from ancient times. Yet before him was another, a name that had been lost within the turbulence of the great Hyperspace war itself; Lady Mierin.
Though not as powerful as Vodal, nor as revered as his ancestor Ludo, Lady Mierin once ruled over Athiss with the same powerful hold. She had been revered, venerated by her people and raised up as a trustworthy monarch within the ancient Empire. Her world was prosperous, and her contributions to the Dark Lords of the Sith grand. She fought within the wars of the Empire, brought supplies, ships, weapons, and men to the forefront of battle. She was unquestioningly loyal, and until her disappearance she ruled Athiss with an Iron Fist. Her motivations were beyond repute, and throughout the Empire she was held in high regard. When her ship vanished however, torn from hyperspace and never heard from again, her world quickly fell.
The little family that Lady Mierin had held fled Athiss, knowing they would be prime targets for assassinations. They moved to all corners of the Empire, some to Dromund Kaas, others to Korriban, and still others towards the Outer Rim, seeking solitude and safety for when they knew they could return to their home.
Those that remained and had once been beneath Lady Mierin's yolk of power vied for control and eventually managed to usurp her rule.
Centuries later Vodal Kresh would take the once famed world for himself. He garnered a base of power and grew in strength enough to challenge the Sith Emperor himself, only to be quickly put down by the Empire's might. Athiss was once again relegated to nothing more than a wasted ruin, seen as little more than a distant memory by those of the Empire. Though a few cultists later returned to the world, Athiss never truly recovered until much later, once the Sith Emperor had been dispatched and the galaxy once again grew to forget the Sith all together.
Many years after the Empire fell and Athiss once again lay as little more than a ruin of its former self, settlers returned to the world. Sith Purebloods, some of the lineage of Lady Mierin, some simple refugees from the baneful eye of the Jedi. It mattered not where they came from, but they returned to Athiss in droves. Over the years they rebuilt, though never expanding past their own yolk of power. Athiss began to thrive in a way, maintaining a subtle balance between a growing community, and a stealthy existence upon a world that most thought simply abandoned.
This community continued to exist for millenia, always careful, always watchful.
They never moved beyond their means, and although their pride nearly always demanded it, they never moved in such a way that would risk detection. The leaders of the world, the ever weary descendants of Lady Mierin knew that if they took a step too far, they might be discovered. Although the galaxy grew friendly to their ways at times, the descendants always held back, watching, waiting, knowing that eventually their time would come.
Though Lady Mierin and her ways were not forgotten on Athiss, the people that had once followed her no longer did. They revered their ancient ancestor for the power that she brought them at one point, but to many of the ruling Kissai she was but a memory of the past. They knew that she was gone, and knew that they had to move their people forward. They did this with an almost religious Zeal, pressing the newly reborn Athiss into what they saw as perfection.
The transition was slow.
Centuries passed, and the Purebloods of Athiss grew in numbers. The world became a sprawling memory of what had once been the Glorious Sith Empire. Cities rose, canals were built, and the old ways were kept.
Though most would think that by their nature the Purebloods would seek expansion, something kept them in place. They did not seek out conquest of nearby worlds nor their subjugation. Instead they waited, watched, and quietly grew more and more insular over the centuries. It was not wrong to deem them Cowards, for those who lead Athiss were weary of the galaxy at Large. They had seen their brothers fall, they had watched Empire after Empire drowned, and after millenia, their Pride was shrouded in fear.
There were those upon Athiss that disagreed of course, those that wanted to reach towards the stars once more and reclaim their rightful place, but they were kept quiet, either through deceit or through murder.
It was only when the galaxy weakened. When the plague struck those around them that the people of Athiss realized their opportunity.
They saw worlds that had once been powerful crippled. They watched through blood rituals and stolen transceivers, saw as planet after planet buckled under the weight of its own populations. They saw the weakness, and slowly, the ideals of the minority spread. Those Purebloods that had begun to push for war, those that not only wanted, but needed battle began to slowly reclaim their place.
The council that ruled over Athiss saw the frightened fall, and the brave rise.
It was they that saw what the Galaxy needed.
A reminder.