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Character Xan Atropus

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U N B O U N D

Theme
Full Name
Xan Atropus​
Alias(es)
Darth Diabolos​
Occupation
Rogue Sith​
Origin
Age
??​
Rank(s)
N/A​
Faction(s)
Species
Language(s)
Galactic Basic
Huttese​
Gender
Male​
Force Sensitive
Yes​
Force Alignment
Dark​
Alignment
Chaotic Evil​
Height
6'​
Weight
210lbs​
Hair
White​
Eyes
Silver​
Template Credit
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  • "Those who wait to be freed do not deserve freedom."

    Rules, traditions, duty - all were chains that once held Atropus back, keeping him in line, having groomed him to be an obedient lapdog for the ways of the Sith that ruled the Galaxy. Now the ties that once bound him to servitude are broken, he is free to spread his own influence amongst the stars and his message.

    Take what you are owed. Settle for nothing less than everything.

    "If it is vengeance you seek, seize it by the throat. If it is wealth that you covet, rip it from those who don't deserve it. If it is power that you desire, real power, remember that it doesn't come to those who were born strongest, or fastest, or smartest. It comes to those who will do anything to achieve it."​

  • HISTORY

    Chapter 1 : The Slave
    Xan Atropus, an unfortunate soul to be brought into the galaxy at an unfortunate time. was born into slavery, to settle overwhelming debts owed by his birth parents who gave him as collateral so freely. All he has known growing up was nothing more than what it was to live with a chain around his neck, serving his superiors. Worked to exhaustion, treated like less than an animal and abused for his master's entertainment sums up his entire youth, until he was an adolescent old enough to be used as a pitfighter. Despite his upbringing and background, he had survived in such a lifestyle surprisingly well, mostly thanks to his fierce desire to live. He spent most of his adolescent years fighting in kill or be killed matches, further honing his combat prowess to stay alive, enough as to gain the attention of a wandering Sith Lord who soon took him under his wing.

    Chapter 2 : The Sith
    Xan's liberation from the life of a slave was only a temporary and fleeting moment of joy he had gotten a taste of, thinking that his life would be somehow made better by becoming a Sith, his new master feigning empathy and kindness. That was a foolish and near fatal mistake he made, his master being a particularly sadistic and wicked individual, who both physically and psychologically tortured Xan for years, breaking him down into a near mindless beast. Years of abuse and torment had all but destroyed Xan entirely, having molded him into an ideal weapon and tool for a Sith Lord to use at their leisure as their apprentice. He was made into an attack hound, sent to destroy and wreak havoc upon those who had the unfortunate fate of displeasing his master.

    Chapter 3 : The Unbound
    At some point in his adulthood did Xan finally became somewhat self-aware of his situation. The realization that the pain no longer hurt him the way that subjugated him, that the strength his master had tortured into him made him far more capable than he believed he was, had all made him realize that his powers far exceeded his master's. In a fit of unbridled rage that had been contained within him for years, he slaughtered his master with his bare hands, seizing the freedom he had only dreamed of for years finally with his own hands. But like everything other than pain in his life, the moment was fleeting. His master was a powerful individual with many connections throughout the Galaxy, all of whom now wanted Atropus' head. Peace was a lie, the only thing that the Sith had taught him that remained true. Freedom he had come to understand would only be acheived by seizing it by the throat.

    Now he wanders the Galaxy, still pursuing that freedom...

    ...even with how twisted and corrupted he had become.​

  • PERSONAL CONNECTIONS

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  • NOTABLE SKILLS

    Xan is a skilled fighter, even if his moves seem reckless and motivated solely by anger. His fighting style is aggressive and chaotic, making it difficult for his opponents to have the time to find and exploit an opening in his form, focusing on aggressively overpowering and dominating the flow of battle. Xan also possesses what appears to an extremely hazardous and high resistance to pain, able to sustain heavy injuries and still manage to maintain a berserker-like state of combat.

    While not as conventionally powerful in the usage of the Force, Xan still posseses a strong enough grasp and usage of its traditional powers to fight at the level of a Sith Lord, often deferring to his aggressive combat style to keep his opponents on their back foot and not be able to leverage the use of the Force to as great of an effect against him. What Force powers he often use are typically just to add even more points to distract/pressure his enemies.​


  • PERSONALITY

    • INFP - The Idealist
    Xan has been a troubled soul all his life, having been born into slavery, and later raised to become a bloodsport fighter before eventually being made into a Sith. All he knows is pain and strife, and the number that it has done on his psyche has always been his greatest weakness and strength when it came to his life as a Sith.

    His mental psyche has been shattered dozens of times throughout his life, and haphazardly pieced together to keep him temporarily whole and at peace with himself. Pain and perpetual anguish have molded him into an irreparable mess of an individual who lacks any redeeming qualities other than a fierce desire for freedom now that he is free of his former master and the Sith.

    Xan is prone to psychopathic tendencies and episodes of unbridled anger and rage, often leading into bursts of brash and uncontainable bouts of anger. His emotions teeter on a delicate balance between calm and enraged, with only the slightest amount of pressure being needed to push him to the deep end.

    CHARACTER TROPES

  • STORY ARCS

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    • Lightsaber
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X A N . A T R O P U S
| Location | The Twilight Gladius en route to Coruscant, ISB Headquarters
| Objective | Fires of Liberation

His declaration was met with fervor and doubt in equal measures, an expected outcome given that many were not fighters nor interested in putting their lives on the line for a stranger who had liberated them from an otherwise awful fate at the hands of the Dark Side Elite and imperial intelligence officers. Xan lifted the saber from the pilot's neck, satisfied that the illusion of their stealthy entry was intact, turning towards the group to briefly discuss with those present what would follow once they reached the surface.
A choice that lacked foresight.
As the renegade Sith turned his back, the pilot ever so slightly altered the flight path, deviating a few degrees. Not enough for anyone else aboard the ship to notice, but enough for ground control to notice, and immediately hail the ship once more.
<"Overlord to Twilight Gladius, your flight path is deviating. Correct course immedia-"> A pause followed by Overlord returning to the line.
<"Overlord to Twilight Gladius. We have reports of attacks on Coruscant. Maintain altitude and do not la-."> The chatter immediately drew Atropus' attention as he turned to get back to the pilot, saber ignited once more.
The pilot hastily shouted into the comms, knowing it would be his only attempt at warning his fellow Imperials, <"Twilight Gladius to Overlord, the ship is compromised! Long live the Empi-">
The pilot had a gloved hand cover their mouth, pulling their head back before a crimson saber penetrated their chest from behind. The knowledge of his own demise, regardless of his compliance, was enough to warrant his final act of service to his Empire. Anti-air emplacements began to immediately turn to target the Twilight Gladius, letting loose fire upon the ship. The ship rumbled as it took hits, starting to dive towards the surface.
Hesitation is weakness, and now they will all die because of your failure... A shadowy voice whispered in Atropus' mind. His breathing became shallow as he wrenched his saber free from the dead pilot, grasping at his head with his free hand as if trying to claw the voice out of his mind. He growled like an abused animal, repeatedly whispering, "No, no, no!"His saber lashed out against a shadowy figure that only he could see, relentlessly slashing at the dead pilot who served as the target of his anguish and torment; A horrifying sight to say the least for those around him. A shadowy figure appeared to his side, visible to only Atropus, arms behind their back, a singsong voice only heard by him, taunting him, "They will all die because of you. Worthless wretch!" Xan shouted in anger, "NO!", swinging his saber to decapitate and disperse the shadowy figure.
His saber shut off as he clipped it to his belt, turning to those present with him on the bridge as he raised both his arms up, channeling his rage and fury. It clearly posed a strain on him as he let out an anguished cry, fingers trembling as they clawed at the air. Large panels tore themselves from the walls, sparks scattering as they floated to the group, herding Arixa Pazela and those who were separate from the larger group together. Metal walls wrapped around the group, crumpling to provide a physical dome from any debris that might fall upon them, layering it with an unseen barrier conjured by the Force to protect them from being roasted alive in the ensuing flames.
Or serve as a tomb, his hatred and fury being what determined whether they survived or burned in the crash.
Fate would decide.
The ship rumbled as explosions dotted the hull, the unfortunate many not aboard the bridge suffering a fiery end as fire and smoke belched from the ship. In a final attempt to ensure their survival, Xan raised an arm back, an unseen hand reaching for the controls to pull the nose of the ship upwards with what power remained as it came crashing down towards the ISB headquarters.
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