Post by Grawn on Aug 31, 2010 0:01:28 GMT -5
-Name- Chaldus
-Race- Togorian (formerly)
-Age- 202 (43 alive, 169 dead)
-Height- 8'5ft
-Weight- 250 (armor)
-Appearance-
A imposing figure that gives off an aura of gut wrenching fear to lesser men, the suit that contains the spirit of Chaldus is dark grey with spikes adorning various parts of the armor. Glowing red orb eyes are the only thing that makes the suit appear to have an occupant among the blackness inside the armor.
His spirit is held in place by a special symbol that is located within the (helm/chest). When a piece of armor is removed by dismemberment, it is disconnected from the body and spirit, rendering it useless until put back into place or repaired.
-Weapons-
Lightclub
Spiked Maul
-Personality-
Dark and intimidating, Rogarr speaks in a commanding tone from his years ordering men both on Togoria and in the cult. Intelligent from years of tactical planning, he looks down upon those who do not impress him or straight out ignores them. Brutal and effective, he prefers straight forward in conversation as to not beating around the bush.
-Birth place-
Togoria
-Faction-
Sith
-Rank-
Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master, Marauder
-Bio-
Birth
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The creature, the only word that properly could explain the thing Rogarr would become, was a Togorian born on his native homeworld of Togoria, original name being Rogarr Tviorm. His father was a nomadic hunter, as all males were in Togrian society, the women preferring to stay in settlements, thus he didn't know much of his father. He was considered small for a newborn and even more troubling for the child, was that the elders of the village could not see into his future as a red mist was all they could see in their visions. Regardless, he was weaned and raised as best to his mothers abilities.
Childhood
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Being taught his own language along with Galactic Basic, he was a learned child as he grew up. Surprising his mother and the elders who continued to watch him, he experienced a growth spurt at the age of 10 that made him closer to the max height most males of the Togorian race reach. He was considered very independent, preferring to take matters into his own hand and rarely asking for assistance. Making friends seemed natural to him, somehow imbuing a sense of loyalty into those who chose to befriend him and trusted him. He never took them for granted and by the end of his schooling, everyone knew of him and he was generally liked by most. Except a small group of boys who didn't care for the seemingly passive popularity the Togorian boy induced.
This festered into a invisible hatred until his teen years, where the boys finally took action. Secluding Rogarr from the watchful eyes of the adults, they savagely beat him, kicking, punching, spitting and tearing with their claws. By the time they were finished, the boy was a tattered mess but thanks to his races dense bone structure, he was able to stand and get away from the scene. His black fur matted with blood and his head dizzy from the loss, he stumbled around in the darkness of the night until finally going unconscious. Death would have claimed him, so great were his injuries if not for one unforeseen aspect. He was Force sensitive and his allowed his wounds to heal faster than normal and when he was found, they were no where as bad as they had once been before.
When Rogarr awoken, he was questioned on what had happened and he informed the questioners it was merely wounds from falling from the tree nearby. This was accepted, Rogarr being a trustworthy boy and the issue was dropped. The reason he did not tell the truth was not out of fear but for a far more personal aspect. A new side of life had revealed to the teen. Combat. Secluded from the nomadic ways of his father and the other men, he had been completely unaware of the significance of knowing how to fight. A mind that had been geared towards education and knowledge was now brought with a new purpose. Mastering the art of combat.
The Hunter
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The next time the males of the Togorian village came, Rogarr requested being able to go with them, to learn of the male culture. His mother was worried at the prospect, but let her son go with his father for personal growth. His father had once been a Mandalorian mercenary, but after a contract turned fatal and caused the death of his closest friends and squad mates, he returned home to become a hunting nomad with the rest of his people. His father constantly enforced the need for honor, saying it separated Togorian from beast and while Rogarr did not grasp the full concept, he only nodded in agreement.
Life has a nomad was nothing like the life in the village. Working in a unit to bring down the bigger beasts took time to learn, but over time his childhood charisma manifested into the budding skills of a tactician. He managed at the beginning of his 19th birthday to form a group of males that were able to flawlessly take down a liphon, a flying creature that saw the Togorian as prey, without a loss of life. His father took pride in this as in trained him in all forms of combat, not allowing him to transcend to a different form of weapon or technique until he believed that Rogarr was on the road to perfection. From the spear, to the sword, to even his own claws, the adult Rogarr became a prodigy among the nomads.
His mind was so heavily geared toward combat, learning and practicing every moment he could whilst not hunting, sometimes passing out from pure exhaustion if exerted long enough. Rogarr was a quick study and took a matter of months with his fathers tutelage to complete a single weapon mastery, until within years he had come close to become the best fighter among his people with every melee weapon in the Togorian arsenal. His muscle mass rivaled that of his father, his strength capable of rending open a liphon's tough hide to remove organs in the heat of battle and achieving a quick kill.
It was at the age of 23 that the fate of Rogarr would become clear and the creation of one of the most dangerous dark side wielders of the Sith-less era was made. His Force sensitivity would soon come into play and shape his life forever.
Darkness Comes
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Since the Togorians were separate from the Galactic Republic and the Jedi were often not allowed on the planet, no one could have suspected his sensitivity. The Sith had not been sighted in the galaxy for nearly 250 years but even without their darkside influence, many still aspired to learn the darkness of the Force. It was one of these men that crashed landed on Togoria and his name was Darion Blackvein.
The Togorian nomads, Rogarr included, watched the ship crash in the middle of the night. Rogarr elected him and two of the most skilled warriors to investigate the threat, the three heading out immediately. It took two hours to discover the crash site and upon doing so, found the black cloaked Darion unconscious among the remains of the small starfighter. When the feline warriors pondered what to do, Darion awoke and immediately attacked the Togorians. A Marauder of terrifying skill, he made short work of the two warriors with nothing but a steel bar, however, Rogarr was able to salvage one as well and defend himself against the threat.
It was a stalemate and it took Darion using the Force to subdue the Togorian, about to administer the final blow when he sensed the enormous potential in Rogarr. He released him and attempted to speak, but was surprised by a sleep dart from behind. A thought slain warrior struggled to stand, but died from his wounds. Rogarr slung the silent body of Darion over his shoulders and sprinted for the village. When he arrived, the man was forced to drink a potion that would leave him conscious but unable to focus which the village elders believed would suppress the powers Rogarr explained.
Bound in chains, he was placed in a cage and Rogarr was given high praise for his deeds while a funeral was held for the two warriors he had brought with him. Days passed before Rogarr went to confront the man, asked by the elders to question him. Darion introduced himself from his cage, glad to see the "gifted one of these beasts" come speak to him. Rogarr dismissed the guards at the cage so he could speak solo to the prisoner, which Darion thanked.
Complaining only a bit about the dizziness he was forced to experience, he was open to what questions he was asked. Darion's ship had crashed because he had been chased by bounty hunters that shot his engine. It was the Force that kept it together long enough to stay partially intact and Darion himself alive upon crashing. When Rogarr asked about the Force, the man only smirked and asked why he was curious, leaving Rogarr to truly question why he had asked. Had he done so to discover what the source of the mans terrifying power was that made him so defenseless or so he could report back to the elders with such things.
Darion told Rogarr he had the potential to do as he did, which made the Togorian suspicious of the man's motives and decided to let him sleep. That night, Rogarr was plagued with thoughts and questions, making it hard to sleep. The sun rose and the Togorian found he hadn't slept at all, returning to Darion's cell to "interrogate" further. Dismissing the guards once more, he demanded the man tell him about the Force and how he could accomplish such things. Darion smiled once more and informed the Togorian of things that made his head ache, all the while teasing him on how he could do it as well.
All he had to do was let Darion out of the cell.
Execution[/i]
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Many more weeks passed, with Darion tellings Rogarr bits and pieces of what the Force was and the power it bestowed upon those who could wield it. Allowing warriors to double their ability in combat, to allow wounds to heal faster than normal and to speak across distances without using ones mouth. It all made the Togorians head swim and at the same time ache, but with the ache of want, not confusion as prior.
Rogarr learned the next day that the elders decided to have a execution held for the man for slaying the two warriors, which alarmed Rogarr. Darion had offered a chance to open his horizons and it was to be taken away from him now. The Togorian went to Darion to deliver the news, which the man who shrugged and informed him the offer was still open. He sensed great power wishing to be unlocked within the Togorian, but if he was to die, then it would not be so.
Not a hour before the execution, Rogarr was informed he would have the honor of executing the one who had slew his brother-in-arms, a prospect that gripped the Togorian with dread. However, he was given a ceremonial spear that was to be driven into the man's wicked heart which gave Rogarr a idea. He requested he speak to the prisoner and lead him to execution area, which the elders granted. As he entered the tent, he told Darion of his plan which the man agreed to.
Upon the hour, Darion on his knees and held in place by two Togorian males, Rogarr poising a spear for his heart, the plan was set into motion. Forsaking his people for knowledge unknown, he drove the spear into one of the handlers then ramming the other in the eye with the butt of the weapon. One swipe cut loose the bounds on Darion, which the man rose and pulled a spear from a guard as the Togorian nomads converged on the pair. His heart was cold and hard as he commenced to slaughter men he had hunted with, trapped with and survived with. When it finally came to only his father left, Rogarr wished to let him live but Darion drove the spear into his father's chest, which pained Rogarr but ultimately he turned his head.
Apprentice Born[/i]
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Among the ruins of his nomad village and the bodies of his kin, Rogarr knelt before Darion Blackvein and asked to be taught the ways of the Force. The man asked Rogarr to devote himself to Darion, as a student to his teacher, which the Togorian did so instantly. Effortlessly, the Dark Jedi called his lightsaber from the corpse of the guard who held it and made a small cut upon his new apprentices shoulder and announced from that day forth, his life was forever changed.
The tenacity and concentration which Rogarr used to prevail in the ways of melee combat under his father was applied to his training with nearly the same affect, at least when it came to lightsaber training. While the duo stayed on Togoria, surviving the harsh forests with little modern comforts, it proved a worthy way of proving to Darion that his years as a hunter would be helpful in his growth with the dark side. Always on their toes for attacks from ravenous beasts that were enraged by what Darion called his dark aura, it was his training in the ways of Sense. Weeks would go by with steady improvement as Rogarr would learn of attack sooner and sooner before they happened.
Darion taught that hatred was a key to power, along with anger. Rogarr took these lessons to heart and began to slowly become corrupted by them, as the lessons continued. He realized the reason he betrayed his kin so readily was he had grown deeply bored of the nomad way of life. His friendships were mere facades, he never really returned the loyalty he was shown as a child, he was passive to it all. Deep down, Darion showed him, he was a cunning creature that examined before taking action and Rogarr realized the truth.
Or at least, thats what Darion got him to believe.
The Marauder could sense the honor the Togorian exhibited and he knew he had to degrade the creatures sense of self before true darkness could take hold. The fact Darion was a outsider with mysterious powers that Rogarr wanted, it was easy enough to convert him.
Darion taught him of the Jedi and how he saw them as self righteous fools devout to a broken path of the Force. They insisted on protecting the Republic when all they did was sit upon comfy chairs in their Temple and let the worlds around them suffer. However they were great warriors and users of the Force, the Dark Jedi made this clear to Rogarr and that meeting one in combat was not to be underestimated.
Only months after the escape from the nomad village, Darion bestowed a lightsaber to his apprentice, its blade a brilliant silver. His master made it clear that it was a rare crystal from Tatooine and that to have one marked one for greatness. This fact was kept close to Rogarr as his Master began to teach him the Seven Forms of Lightsaber combat. The Togorian was built for strength from his years of body training, thus his Master elected him to become a Marauder, a Dark Jedi who trained more in the art of the blade and combat than the Force. However, Rogarr didn't care for this, seeing to weaken ones self to one side for the greater development of another folly.
Of course, he never let his Master in on his breach of command. Training his telekinesis in secret when Darion sent him out to hunt for food, Rogarr managed to keep it near his level of saber skill all his years of training underneath the Dark Jedi.
Judgement Day
10 years passed and Rogarr grew in power. At the age of 33, the Togorian was not as he use to be, becoming a dark shadow of what he once was. The quiet intelligence remained along with the adept skill of command, his strength as great as to be able to tear small trees from the ground. His Master jested that the Togorian was a secretly a Wookie for such things which Rogarr took lightly. His mind was sharp and it was proven time and time again as it not only helped him quickly pick up the Seven Forms, but also made what Force abilities his Master taught him come to him quicker than some.
His abilities would soon be put to the test as the Force whispered of warnings and danger one day. Rogarr alerted his Master who knew the threat to be the Jedi, who had come to Togoria. Darion assumed that him training someone of such potential while he himself being a rather wanted enemy of the Jedi, caused ripples in the Force. Now they come to track down the threat once and for all. However, the Jedi would possess a ship which Rogarr and Darion could finally leave Togoria, thus both began to pack up their belongings and prepared to leave the confines of the wilderness.
It was on the plains outside the major city of Togoria that the Jedi tracked down their quarry. A Master and two Knights, demanding the two renegades drop their weapons and surrender. Rogarr responded in kind by instantly gripping the weakest of the Knights in the Force and crushing him before anyone could react. Lightsabers were drawn and the two sides fought, Darion taking on the Master while his apprentice fought the other Knight. The Knight was easily dispatched as Rogarr proved his blows to great in strength to be parried effectively and the Jedi was cut in two within minutes. Darion was nearly defeated at the hands of the Master before the Togorian stepped in, the two barely able to grasp victory at the end.
It was at this point that Darion thought it prudent to finish off his apprentice, who he realized was becoming far more powerful then himself. While he had intended this, he had not intended for Rogarr to learn of the greater powers of telekinesis, his weakness. However, he greatly underestimated Rogarr as he tried to stab him in the back, only to have a silver blade in his chest. The apprentice chuckled and let his Master know that his services were no longer needed, taking the lightsaber out and kicking the dying man to the ground.
Collecting Darion's lightsaber, supplies and the Jedi's cloak and whatever else seemed important, Rogarr set off for the city. Being able to find the location of the Jedi's ship via the use of mind trick and disguising himself from his people, he was off the planet within hours. It was at this time that he received a hologram message from one of the Jedi communicators from a Council Member requesting information on the search for Darion Blackvein.
Rogarr answered and told the Jedi that Darion was no longer a problem and neither was their Master and Knights. The Council Member demanded answers and all the Dark Jedi gave them was his name and the message "You are not prepared".
-Dark Plan-
Giving himself the title of Master, Rogarr went to the planet of Korriban, one which Darion had often spoke about. It was made clear when he first set foot upon the barren red planet that it was a place of great darkness. Taking time to explore the old ruins and temples, he learned little but grew closer to the darkness within himself. The time spent among the dark side assisted in corrupting the Togorian further than previous and from the dark corners of his mind, a plan began to form.
A plan to overthrow the government known as the Republic, as a test of his ever growing power. It would require an army and a leader, Rogarr knowing he was destined to lead the universe into a new dawn. Leaving Korriban, he went to the Core Worlds and researched the Republics history and its past conflicts. Catching up on current events, the wars of the past and the weak state of the Republic itself, he realized no better time than now could be attained to topple the government.
-Conflict with the Jedi-
First, he had to have his name known as there was no better way than to be public enemy number one to the Jedi. Confident in his ability to escape them at every turn, the Dark Jedi went to the planet of Dantooine and caused mayhem for the outlaying farms, hoping to catch the attention of the Jedi Enclave. It proved easy enough and found himself in numerous conflicts with the wielders of Light. However he didn't intend to kill them and never did, always leaving them able to breathe and scurry back to the Enclave.
With the Jedi seemingly unable to track him or locate him at will, he was free to pillage some of the more wealthy farmers on the planet. No security droid could touch him nor could any automated defense, all proving useless to their owners as Rogarr took what credits were present and anything of value. What little sense of honor left within his blackened soul cried thievery a low point, he ignored it and knew this was all towards his goal.
Having amassed a small fortune of credits and nearly about to take off from Dantooine, his goal from the place met, his ship was surrounded by Jedi and a small militia of farmers. The one leading the Jedi was a Master by the name of Asudek, a Trandoshan who was unusually powerful. Able to single handedly use the Force to dispatch the small group of farmers, it left Asudek and Rogarr to each other as the duo clashed in combat. Narrowly able to disarm the Jedi and blast him away with the Force, Rogarr retreated to his ship and made a hasty retreat.
With the credits, step two was to begin. Hiring out a mercenary force to become a thorn in the side of anything the Republic held of value.
-Rancor Squadron-
For weeks he sent out feelers to any mercenary group/crime lord that had the right price. With little avail, he looked more into the underbelly of the galaxy, primarily Nal Hutta and discovered a Hutt that contracted his own private military trained group to Rogarr. Designated Rancor Squadron, they were a group of men who had been former Republic troopers that went AWOL. Not only trained, they held valuable information of Republic battle tactics.
Rogarr collaborated with the Rancor commander and mapped out a minor trade route the Republic used to get resources from A to B, usually with light escort. The squadron maintained fighters for space combat and within days, the Holonet was abuzz with news of mysterious disappearances of the ships that went back and forth on the route. Selling the data and cargo on the black market, the Togorian was able to pay the fee for using the Rancor's while stashing some away for later use.
Trade routes were changed and raided, the Republic unable to track the raiders. Months passed with no end to the raids on the routes, the escorts increasing but all of them disappearing with the cargo ships. It was speculated that the pirates held some tech that stopped transmissions from getting out from the cargo and escort ships, but it was merely one man. Or Togorian, in this case. He had heavily researched military strategies used by the Republic, knowing them like the back of his hand. Rogarr's mind was as deadly as his blade as he was able to direct his men to cripple communications with jammers and disable enemy ships as he used the Force to cloud their minds. This left the escorts unaware until it was to late.
Domination was his only concern. Mind, body and soul fell before his increasing strength and it would continue to increase as time went by. His presence instilled obedience and slowly the mercenary crew began to take his commands as if lead by their commander. The Dark side continued to aid the constant raids and eventually, Rogarr realized what a bother having to pay a Hutt to allow him to do his work. So he initiated his next step.
The Force ripped what loyalty the Rancor Squadron had to the Hutt and with the beheading of their own commander, Rogarr took his place. They returned to Nal Hutta, meeting up with the Hutt to "discuss" the Rancor's contract. This ended with the Hutt dead and his compound in shambles, Rogarr leaving with more men than he had started with, the weak minded pirates and henchmen falling in line to the more superior Dark Jedi Master.
-Cult of Rogarr-
Finding the prospect of a full fledged army to alerting to the Republics massive armies, Rogarr decided on a different route. With a smaller force, using subterfuge would be easier and could do silently what an army couldn't loudly. With his very dark side corrupted presence enough to incite loyalty in weak minded men, it was simple enough to construct a underground hideout on Vjun with the credits he had amassed.
Renaming the Rancors as his Grip, The Grip was dispatched to neighboring planets to entice those who were opposed to the Republic. Politicians and those who were skilled in the arts of diplomacy were targeted as to provide a way for the cult to establish themselves in intergalactic politics. Normal men and women were brought before Rogarrs and forever chained to his will, leaving behind their families to serve their master. Even Jedi were not immune to his power, as the following months, the Jedi investigated the disappearances to only find themselves trapped in Rogarr's web. The process took days, but with his telepathy and the use of torture to mentally wear them down, Knight and Padawan falling in line with his mindset. Eventually, he began to map traps that snared many Jedi or rescue parties into his grasp and his forces continued to grow as the reeducation process grew more solid and effective with repeated use.
-The Jedi Intervention-
With the disappearances of even fellow Jedi, the Jedi Council sent their most prominent Master to lead the investigation. Jedi Master Grahn, with assisting Master Asudek, traveled to the locations of the disappearances and gathered intelligence. Rogarr back on Vjun began starting procedures of training, personally watching over the cultist "education" program. All members were utterly loyal, having the courage to cause bodily harm if they were discovered to prevent leaks in the network.
Resisting Force mental influences was worked on extremely and this was taught by the Jedi that Rogarr had converted. When news of the Transdoshan Master who had fought Rogarr on Dantooine, was involved in the investigation to uncover the disappearances of the people the cult had taken, the Dark Jedi Master ordered a trap. Using members of his own cult to stage a fake kidnapping, a group of Jedi sent to the location, one being the apprentice of Grahn, was attacked and captured.
While interrogating a enthralled Jedi slave about the Force, Rogarr learned of Drain Knowledge. Knowing it would prove invaluable to his mission, he immediately began to study and practice it. It took months and a few mind broken slaves but he attained a concrete understanding of its working and began using it. With the capture of Grahn's apprentice, Rogarr forcibly ripped information from the captured Knight and his companions.. With the intell gained, Rogarr discovered the Master would dispatch a group to, including himself, wipe out the cult and rescue who could be rescued. Deciding to give the Jedi a welcome present, the apprentice was strapped to a chair as one by one, his fellow Knights and Masters were slaughtered in horrific ways. Torturing the apprentice in ways that would break normal men, the Togorian released the apprentice into the wastes of Vjun, missing an eye and an arm as well as bearing fresh wounds and scars. Barely alive by normal standards.
The plan was to draw the Jedi Masters into a trap when the tattered apprentice returned to them, either slaying them or converting, then change locations. Already the corrupted politicians worked in the interests of the cult and recruitment continued as planned. Everything was running smoothly and Chaldus believed himself invincible, everyone falling in his influence.
His twilight would soon be upon him for his ignorance.
-The Jedi Hammer-
The apprentice was able to get to his Master via a starport communicator, requesting pickup. Upon arrival, the Grahn and Asudek were horrified at what had been done to the boy. Collecting all the Jedi in the region to Vjun, the apprentice was able to retrace his steps for the group to the hideout.
Storming the underground complex, intent on stopping the cult once and for all, a battle ensued as Rogarr sat quietly in his "throne room" at the bottom. The crys of the defeated Jedi and cultists ringed in the Force to the Togorians ears as he felt his greatest triumph was upon him, for it was only the beginning. His cultists, Force sensitive or not, threw themselves at the Jedi with knives and blades with unparalleled zeal and energy. The Jedi could feel Rogarr infusing his followers from his chamber with power that strengthened them in a form of Battle Meditation, an ability he had slowly trained on as he formed his cult, the very presence of the Dark Lord able to influence a small group around him to increase their performance.
Realizing the full power that they were dealing with, Grahn and Asudek with half of the Jedi they brought with them busted down the massive door that led to the Dark Jedi's room. Inside they were welcomed to the reserve of Jedi that Rogarr had corrupted, with the Dark Master sitting on his throne in the back. The Dark Jedi met their former comrades with twice the zeal the cultists had displayed and when the last of the Dark Jedi had fallen, the two Masters were all that were left.
-The Final Battle-
His lightclub drawn, the Dark Jedi Master met the two Masters in combat. Sparks flew and lightsabers collided as the two held on barely against the colossus. Taunting them constantly as they fought, Rogarr very presence wore on the two as it had with so many others. The Dark Jedi Master remembered well the Transdoshan Asudek from Dantooine and focused on him, batting Grahn away to deal with his greater interest. The Master found he could barely withstand the beast by himself and it was made clear when Rogarr gripped the Transdoshan in the Force in a small pause that he was no match for him. His ribs and left arm broke like twigs under the Togorian's massive power, the Dark Jedi throwing him across the room into Grahn, laughing at their weakness.
Grahn put Asudek aside and prepared to fight Rogarr himself, the two joining in battle and the Master now fairing far better as he made peace with himself incase he died. Blows were exchanged and even a fist fight broke out when they both lost their lightsabers, the Force stopping the brunt of Rogarr's fists from shattering him. Summoning his massive power, Rogarr tore apart pieces of the metal walls of the throne room, turning them into a whirlwind of shrapnel. Grahn was able to break Rogarr's control of the metal hurricane and the battle resumed as Dark Jedi Master and Jedi Master seemingly untiringly beat at one another.
Fate decreed that Rogarr would not be the victory that day as Grahn was gripped by the neck as his lightsaber was disarmed from him. It was only with a quick summoning of his blade into Rogarr's back and piercing his heart that stopped the Togorian from snapping his neck. The giant fell to his knees, Grahn's feet now touching the floor as life left the Togorians eyes. The Dark Jedi Master saw a vision of the future that moment that assured it was not his final day and smiled, promising he would return as he released his grip, falling to the floor lifelessly.
At the age of 43, the Togorian known as Rogarr had accomplished quite the feat. Even after his death, his cultists continued their work and tilled the fields for a even greater power to exist. It wouldn't be 169 years in the future till the galaxy would be plagued by the Dark Jedi Master's existence.
-Lightsaber-
Durindfire (silver) Lightclub
-Practiced Lightsaber forms-
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 0
Shien / Djem So: 5
Niman: 4
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
-Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices-
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Force Crush, Drain Knowledge, Battle Meditation.
-Attributes-
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: N/A
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
"I have slain many before you, Jedi. What makes you think you are any different?", the Togorian asked as he rose from his throne, his lightclub tightly in his right hand. The two Jedi Masters before him activated their lightsabers and took two different lightsaber stances, looking dead on towards Chaldus.
"You will pay for your crimes this day, Chaldus. Your cult stops here", the Transdoshan spoke, his cloaked partner saying nothing as they held to their blue blades. The Togorian just grinned as his blade ignited to life, the silver blade twice in length and width as the two Jedi's blades.
"We shall see" and with that the Togorian roared, charging forward. The silver blade clashed with the two Jedi's blades and a kick immediately followed the Togorian's strike, his massive strength making it near balance toppling. The cloaked Jedi flew backwards as Chaldus spun and struck down on the Transdoshan that he remembered from Dantooine, he intending on finishing him here and now.
His power had increased threefold since their last encounter, Chaldus was sure of his victory. Noticing the cloaked Jedi returning, his attention went back to both of them at once as he swatted aside boths strikes and Force pushed them away. His fanged smile revealed the extreme pleasure he now experienced; fighting had always done this. The sounds of battle excited him to no end, the sounds of clashing blades and blaster fire was music to his ears. The Dark Jedi Master lived to fight and fight he would, every wound he gained only furthering his lust for combat.
Chaldus did not harbor hatred or anger, just the unnatural need to slay others. He was the hunter and those who did not serve him found themselves to be his prey. The two Jedi Master's fought a creature that had done more then other Masters had done in their lives, to be a simple hunter on a backwater planet to become a colossus of dark power.
A fresh wound on his arm from a lightsaber cut tore him from his thoughts as his body had been in autopilot, his senses flaring as he renewed his attack against the two. Once again, desiring the Transdoshan to suffer above all else, Chaldus disarmed and kicked the cloaked man away, leaving him with his prey. Swatting aside another strike, the Dark Jedi summoned the Force and bound Asudek tightly, not even the Jedi Master able to released himself as without a second thought, Chaldus crushed him.
The sound of cracked bones filled the air and a gasp of intense pain filled the Transdoshan as his sides seemed to explode and his left arm smashed with impossible power.
"Don't worry. The whole 'living thing' is highly overrated" the Dark Jedi said, throwing aside the mortally wounded Asudek, saving him for later. Chaldus turned to meet the cloaked man and laughed.
"Is this the best the Order could send me? Serve me and I won't end your life, fool" the Togorian taunted as the dark side swirled around him like a black tornado.
"You'll need to impress me more than that" the cloaked man joked, raising a eyebrow from Chaldus.
"So be it, Jedi".
-Race- Togorian (formerly)
-Age- 202 (43 alive, 169 dead)
-Height- 8'5ft
-Weight- 250 (armor)
-Appearance-
A imposing figure that gives off an aura of gut wrenching fear to lesser men, the suit that contains the spirit of Chaldus is dark grey with spikes adorning various parts of the armor. Glowing red orb eyes are the only thing that makes the suit appear to have an occupant among the blackness inside the armor.
His spirit is held in place by a special symbol that is located within the (helm/chest). When a piece of armor is removed by dismemberment, it is disconnected from the body and spirit, rendering it useless until put back into place or repaired.
-Weapons-
Lightclub
Spiked Maul
-Personality-
Dark and intimidating, Rogarr speaks in a commanding tone from his years ordering men both on Togoria and in the cult. Intelligent from years of tactical planning, he looks down upon those who do not impress him or straight out ignores them. Brutal and effective, he prefers straight forward in conversation as to not beating around the bush.
-Birth place-
Togoria
-Faction-
Sith
-Rank-
Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master, Marauder
-Bio-
Birth
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The creature, the only word that properly could explain the thing Rogarr would become, was a Togorian born on his native homeworld of Togoria, original name being Rogarr Tviorm. His father was a nomadic hunter, as all males were in Togrian society, the women preferring to stay in settlements, thus he didn't know much of his father. He was considered small for a newborn and even more troubling for the child, was that the elders of the village could not see into his future as a red mist was all they could see in their visions. Regardless, he was weaned and raised as best to his mothers abilities.
Childhood
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Being taught his own language along with Galactic Basic, he was a learned child as he grew up. Surprising his mother and the elders who continued to watch him, he experienced a growth spurt at the age of 10 that made him closer to the max height most males of the Togorian race reach. He was considered very independent, preferring to take matters into his own hand and rarely asking for assistance. Making friends seemed natural to him, somehow imbuing a sense of loyalty into those who chose to befriend him and trusted him. He never took them for granted and by the end of his schooling, everyone knew of him and he was generally liked by most. Except a small group of boys who didn't care for the seemingly passive popularity the Togorian boy induced.
This festered into a invisible hatred until his teen years, where the boys finally took action. Secluding Rogarr from the watchful eyes of the adults, they savagely beat him, kicking, punching, spitting and tearing with their claws. By the time they were finished, the boy was a tattered mess but thanks to his races dense bone structure, he was able to stand and get away from the scene. His black fur matted with blood and his head dizzy from the loss, he stumbled around in the darkness of the night until finally going unconscious. Death would have claimed him, so great were his injuries if not for one unforeseen aspect. He was Force sensitive and his allowed his wounds to heal faster than normal and when he was found, they were no where as bad as they had once been before.
When Rogarr awoken, he was questioned on what had happened and he informed the questioners it was merely wounds from falling from the tree nearby. This was accepted, Rogarr being a trustworthy boy and the issue was dropped. The reason he did not tell the truth was not out of fear but for a far more personal aspect. A new side of life had revealed to the teen. Combat. Secluded from the nomadic ways of his father and the other men, he had been completely unaware of the significance of knowing how to fight. A mind that had been geared towards education and knowledge was now brought with a new purpose. Mastering the art of combat.
The Hunter
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The next time the males of the Togorian village came, Rogarr requested being able to go with them, to learn of the male culture. His mother was worried at the prospect, but let her son go with his father for personal growth. His father had once been a Mandalorian mercenary, but after a contract turned fatal and caused the death of his closest friends and squad mates, he returned home to become a hunting nomad with the rest of his people. His father constantly enforced the need for honor, saying it separated Togorian from beast and while Rogarr did not grasp the full concept, he only nodded in agreement.
Life has a nomad was nothing like the life in the village. Working in a unit to bring down the bigger beasts took time to learn, but over time his childhood charisma manifested into the budding skills of a tactician. He managed at the beginning of his 19th birthday to form a group of males that were able to flawlessly take down a liphon, a flying creature that saw the Togorian as prey, without a loss of life. His father took pride in this as in trained him in all forms of combat, not allowing him to transcend to a different form of weapon or technique until he believed that Rogarr was on the road to perfection. From the spear, to the sword, to even his own claws, the adult Rogarr became a prodigy among the nomads.
His mind was so heavily geared toward combat, learning and practicing every moment he could whilst not hunting, sometimes passing out from pure exhaustion if exerted long enough. Rogarr was a quick study and took a matter of months with his fathers tutelage to complete a single weapon mastery, until within years he had come close to become the best fighter among his people with every melee weapon in the Togorian arsenal. His muscle mass rivaled that of his father, his strength capable of rending open a liphon's tough hide to remove organs in the heat of battle and achieving a quick kill.
It was at the age of 23 that the fate of Rogarr would become clear and the creation of one of the most dangerous dark side wielders of the Sith-less era was made. His Force sensitivity would soon come into play and shape his life forever.
Darkness Comes
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Since the Togorians were separate from the Galactic Republic and the Jedi were often not allowed on the planet, no one could have suspected his sensitivity. The Sith had not been sighted in the galaxy for nearly 250 years but even without their darkside influence, many still aspired to learn the darkness of the Force. It was one of these men that crashed landed on Togoria and his name was Darion Blackvein.
The Togorian nomads, Rogarr included, watched the ship crash in the middle of the night. Rogarr elected him and two of the most skilled warriors to investigate the threat, the three heading out immediately. It took two hours to discover the crash site and upon doing so, found the black cloaked Darion unconscious among the remains of the small starfighter. When the feline warriors pondered what to do, Darion awoke and immediately attacked the Togorians. A Marauder of terrifying skill, he made short work of the two warriors with nothing but a steel bar, however, Rogarr was able to salvage one as well and defend himself against the threat.
It was a stalemate and it took Darion using the Force to subdue the Togorian, about to administer the final blow when he sensed the enormous potential in Rogarr. He released him and attempted to speak, but was surprised by a sleep dart from behind. A thought slain warrior struggled to stand, but died from his wounds. Rogarr slung the silent body of Darion over his shoulders and sprinted for the village. When he arrived, the man was forced to drink a potion that would leave him conscious but unable to focus which the village elders believed would suppress the powers Rogarr explained.
Bound in chains, he was placed in a cage and Rogarr was given high praise for his deeds while a funeral was held for the two warriors he had brought with him. Days passed before Rogarr went to confront the man, asked by the elders to question him. Darion introduced himself from his cage, glad to see the "gifted one of these beasts" come speak to him. Rogarr dismissed the guards at the cage so he could speak solo to the prisoner, which Darion thanked.
Complaining only a bit about the dizziness he was forced to experience, he was open to what questions he was asked. Darion's ship had crashed because he had been chased by bounty hunters that shot his engine. It was the Force that kept it together long enough to stay partially intact and Darion himself alive upon crashing. When Rogarr asked about the Force, the man only smirked and asked why he was curious, leaving Rogarr to truly question why he had asked. Had he done so to discover what the source of the mans terrifying power was that made him so defenseless or so he could report back to the elders with such things.
Darion told Rogarr he had the potential to do as he did, which made the Togorian suspicious of the man's motives and decided to let him sleep. That night, Rogarr was plagued with thoughts and questions, making it hard to sleep. The sun rose and the Togorian found he hadn't slept at all, returning to Darion's cell to "interrogate" further. Dismissing the guards once more, he demanded the man tell him about the Force and how he could accomplish such things. Darion smiled once more and informed the Togorian of things that made his head ache, all the while teasing him on how he could do it as well.
All he had to do was let Darion out of the cell.
Execution[/i]
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Many more weeks passed, with Darion tellings Rogarr bits and pieces of what the Force was and the power it bestowed upon those who could wield it. Allowing warriors to double their ability in combat, to allow wounds to heal faster than normal and to speak across distances without using ones mouth. It all made the Togorians head swim and at the same time ache, but with the ache of want, not confusion as prior.
Rogarr learned the next day that the elders decided to have a execution held for the man for slaying the two warriors, which alarmed Rogarr. Darion had offered a chance to open his horizons and it was to be taken away from him now. The Togorian went to Darion to deliver the news, which the man who shrugged and informed him the offer was still open. He sensed great power wishing to be unlocked within the Togorian, but if he was to die, then it would not be so.
Not a hour before the execution, Rogarr was informed he would have the honor of executing the one who had slew his brother-in-arms, a prospect that gripped the Togorian with dread. However, he was given a ceremonial spear that was to be driven into the man's wicked heart which gave Rogarr a idea. He requested he speak to the prisoner and lead him to execution area, which the elders granted. As he entered the tent, he told Darion of his plan which the man agreed to.
Upon the hour, Darion on his knees and held in place by two Togorian males, Rogarr poising a spear for his heart, the plan was set into motion. Forsaking his people for knowledge unknown, he drove the spear into one of the handlers then ramming the other in the eye with the butt of the weapon. One swipe cut loose the bounds on Darion, which the man rose and pulled a spear from a guard as the Togorian nomads converged on the pair. His heart was cold and hard as he commenced to slaughter men he had hunted with, trapped with and survived with. When it finally came to only his father left, Rogarr wished to let him live but Darion drove the spear into his father's chest, which pained Rogarr but ultimately he turned his head.
Apprentice Born[/i]
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Among the ruins of his nomad village and the bodies of his kin, Rogarr knelt before Darion Blackvein and asked to be taught the ways of the Force. The man asked Rogarr to devote himself to Darion, as a student to his teacher, which the Togorian did so instantly. Effortlessly, the Dark Jedi called his lightsaber from the corpse of the guard who held it and made a small cut upon his new apprentices shoulder and announced from that day forth, his life was forever changed.
The tenacity and concentration which Rogarr used to prevail in the ways of melee combat under his father was applied to his training with nearly the same affect, at least when it came to lightsaber training. While the duo stayed on Togoria, surviving the harsh forests with little modern comforts, it proved a worthy way of proving to Darion that his years as a hunter would be helpful in his growth with the dark side. Always on their toes for attacks from ravenous beasts that were enraged by what Darion called his dark aura, it was his training in the ways of Sense. Weeks would go by with steady improvement as Rogarr would learn of attack sooner and sooner before they happened.
Darion taught that hatred was a key to power, along with anger. Rogarr took these lessons to heart and began to slowly become corrupted by them, as the lessons continued. He realized the reason he betrayed his kin so readily was he had grown deeply bored of the nomad way of life. His friendships were mere facades, he never really returned the loyalty he was shown as a child, he was passive to it all. Deep down, Darion showed him, he was a cunning creature that examined before taking action and Rogarr realized the truth.
Or at least, thats what Darion got him to believe.
The Marauder could sense the honor the Togorian exhibited and he knew he had to degrade the creatures sense of self before true darkness could take hold. The fact Darion was a outsider with mysterious powers that Rogarr wanted, it was easy enough to convert him.
Darion taught him of the Jedi and how he saw them as self righteous fools devout to a broken path of the Force. They insisted on protecting the Republic when all they did was sit upon comfy chairs in their Temple and let the worlds around them suffer. However they were great warriors and users of the Force, the Dark Jedi made this clear to Rogarr and that meeting one in combat was not to be underestimated.
Only months after the escape from the nomad village, Darion bestowed a lightsaber to his apprentice, its blade a brilliant silver. His master made it clear that it was a rare crystal from Tatooine and that to have one marked one for greatness. This fact was kept close to Rogarr as his Master began to teach him the Seven Forms of Lightsaber combat. The Togorian was built for strength from his years of body training, thus his Master elected him to become a Marauder, a Dark Jedi who trained more in the art of the blade and combat than the Force. However, Rogarr didn't care for this, seeing to weaken ones self to one side for the greater development of another folly.
Of course, he never let his Master in on his breach of command. Training his telekinesis in secret when Darion sent him out to hunt for food, Rogarr managed to keep it near his level of saber skill all his years of training underneath the Dark Jedi.
Judgement Day
10 years passed and Rogarr grew in power. At the age of 33, the Togorian was not as he use to be, becoming a dark shadow of what he once was. The quiet intelligence remained along with the adept skill of command, his strength as great as to be able to tear small trees from the ground. His Master jested that the Togorian was a secretly a Wookie for such things which Rogarr took lightly. His mind was sharp and it was proven time and time again as it not only helped him quickly pick up the Seven Forms, but also made what Force abilities his Master taught him come to him quicker than some.
His abilities would soon be put to the test as the Force whispered of warnings and danger one day. Rogarr alerted his Master who knew the threat to be the Jedi, who had come to Togoria. Darion assumed that him training someone of such potential while he himself being a rather wanted enemy of the Jedi, caused ripples in the Force. Now they come to track down the threat once and for all. However, the Jedi would possess a ship which Rogarr and Darion could finally leave Togoria, thus both began to pack up their belongings and prepared to leave the confines of the wilderness.
It was on the plains outside the major city of Togoria that the Jedi tracked down their quarry. A Master and two Knights, demanding the two renegades drop their weapons and surrender. Rogarr responded in kind by instantly gripping the weakest of the Knights in the Force and crushing him before anyone could react. Lightsabers were drawn and the two sides fought, Darion taking on the Master while his apprentice fought the other Knight. The Knight was easily dispatched as Rogarr proved his blows to great in strength to be parried effectively and the Jedi was cut in two within minutes. Darion was nearly defeated at the hands of the Master before the Togorian stepped in, the two barely able to grasp victory at the end.
It was at this point that Darion thought it prudent to finish off his apprentice, who he realized was becoming far more powerful then himself. While he had intended this, he had not intended for Rogarr to learn of the greater powers of telekinesis, his weakness. However, he greatly underestimated Rogarr as he tried to stab him in the back, only to have a silver blade in his chest. The apprentice chuckled and let his Master know that his services were no longer needed, taking the lightsaber out and kicking the dying man to the ground.
Collecting Darion's lightsaber, supplies and the Jedi's cloak and whatever else seemed important, Rogarr set off for the city. Being able to find the location of the Jedi's ship via the use of mind trick and disguising himself from his people, he was off the planet within hours. It was at this time that he received a hologram message from one of the Jedi communicators from a Council Member requesting information on the search for Darion Blackvein.
Rogarr answered and told the Jedi that Darion was no longer a problem and neither was their Master and Knights. The Council Member demanded answers and all the Dark Jedi gave them was his name and the message "You are not prepared".
-Dark Plan-
Giving himself the title of Master, Rogarr went to the planet of Korriban, one which Darion had often spoke about. It was made clear when he first set foot upon the barren red planet that it was a place of great darkness. Taking time to explore the old ruins and temples, he learned little but grew closer to the darkness within himself. The time spent among the dark side assisted in corrupting the Togorian further than previous and from the dark corners of his mind, a plan began to form.
A plan to overthrow the government known as the Republic, as a test of his ever growing power. It would require an army and a leader, Rogarr knowing he was destined to lead the universe into a new dawn. Leaving Korriban, he went to the Core Worlds and researched the Republics history and its past conflicts. Catching up on current events, the wars of the past and the weak state of the Republic itself, he realized no better time than now could be attained to topple the government.
-Conflict with the Jedi-
First, he had to have his name known as there was no better way than to be public enemy number one to the Jedi. Confident in his ability to escape them at every turn, the Dark Jedi went to the planet of Dantooine and caused mayhem for the outlaying farms, hoping to catch the attention of the Jedi Enclave. It proved easy enough and found himself in numerous conflicts with the wielders of Light. However he didn't intend to kill them and never did, always leaving them able to breathe and scurry back to the Enclave.
With the Jedi seemingly unable to track him or locate him at will, he was free to pillage some of the more wealthy farmers on the planet. No security droid could touch him nor could any automated defense, all proving useless to their owners as Rogarr took what credits were present and anything of value. What little sense of honor left within his blackened soul cried thievery a low point, he ignored it and knew this was all towards his goal.
Having amassed a small fortune of credits and nearly about to take off from Dantooine, his goal from the place met, his ship was surrounded by Jedi and a small militia of farmers. The one leading the Jedi was a Master by the name of Asudek, a Trandoshan who was unusually powerful. Able to single handedly use the Force to dispatch the small group of farmers, it left Asudek and Rogarr to each other as the duo clashed in combat. Narrowly able to disarm the Jedi and blast him away with the Force, Rogarr retreated to his ship and made a hasty retreat.
With the credits, step two was to begin. Hiring out a mercenary force to become a thorn in the side of anything the Republic held of value.
-Rancor Squadron-
For weeks he sent out feelers to any mercenary group/crime lord that had the right price. With little avail, he looked more into the underbelly of the galaxy, primarily Nal Hutta and discovered a Hutt that contracted his own private military trained group to Rogarr. Designated Rancor Squadron, they were a group of men who had been former Republic troopers that went AWOL. Not only trained, they held valuable information of Republic battle tactics.
Rogarr collaborated with the Rancor commander and mapped out a minor trade route the Republic used to get resources from A to B, usually with light escort. The squadron maintained fighters for space combat and within days, the Holonet was abuzz with news of mysterious disappearances of the ships that went back and forth on the route. Selling the data and cargo on the black market, the Togorian was able to pay the fee for using the Rancor's while stashing some away for later use.
Trade routes were changed and raided, the Republic unable to track the raiders. Months passed with no end to the raids on the routes, the escorts increasing but all of them disappearing with the cargo ships. It was speculated that the pirates held some tech that stopped transmissions from getting out from the cargo and escort ships, but it was merely one man. Or Togorian, in this case. He had heavily researched military strategies used by the Republic, knowing them like the back of his hand. Rogarr's mind was as deadly as his blade as he was able to direct his men to cripple communications with jammers and disable enemy ships as he used the Force to cloud their minds. This left the escorts unaware until it was to late.
Domination was his only concern. Mind, body and soul fell before his increasing strength and it would continue to increase as time went by. His presence instilled obedience and slowly the mercenary crew began to take his commands as if lead by their commander. The Dark side continued to aid the constant raids and eventually, Rogarr realized what a bother having to pay a Hutt to allow him to do his work. So he initiated his next step.
The Force ripped what loyalty the Rancor Squadron had to the Hutt and with the beheading of their own commander, Rogarr took his place. They returned to Nal Hutta, meeting up with the Hutt to "discuss" the Rancor's contract. This ended with the Hutt dead and his compound in shambles, Rogarr leaving with more men than he had started with, the weak minded pirates and henchmen falling in line to the more superior Dark Jedi Master.
-Cult of Rogarr-
Finding the prospect of a full fledged army to alerting to the Republics massive armies, Rogarr decided on a different route. With a smaller force, using subterfuge would be easier and could do silently what an army couldn't loudly. With his very dark side corrupted presence enough to incite loyalty in weak minded men, it was simple enough to construct a underground hideout on Vjun with the credits he had amassed.
Renaming the Rancors as his Grip, The Grip was dispatched to neighboring planets to entice those who were opposed to the Republic. Politicians and those who were skilled in the arts of diplomacy were targeted as to provide a way for the cult to establish themselves in intergalactic politics. Normal men and women were brought before Rogarrs and forever chained to his will, leaving behind their families to serve their master. Even Jedi were not immune to his power, as the following months, the Jedi investigated the disappearances to only find themselves trapped in Rogarr's web. The process took days, but with his telepathy and the use of torture to mentally wear them down, Knight and Padawan falling in line with his mindset. Eventually, he began to map traps that snared many Jedi or rescue parties into his grasp and his forces continued to grow as the reeducation process grew more solid and effective with repeated use.
-The Jedi Intervention-
With the disappearances of even fellow Jedi, the Jedi Council sent their most prominent Master to lead the investigation. Jedi Master Grahn, with assisting Master Asudek, traveled to the locations of the disappearances and gathered intelligence. Rogarr back on Vjun began starting procedures of training, personally watching over the cultist "education" program. All members were utterly loyal, having the courage to cause bodily harm if they were discovered to prevent leaks in the network.
Resisting Force mental influences was worked on extremely and this was taught by the Jedi that Rogarr had converted. When news of the Transdoshan Master who had fought Rogarr on Dantooine, was involved in the investigation to uncover the disappearances of the people the cult had taken, the Dark Jedi Master ordered a trap. Using members of his own cult to stage a fake kidnapping, a group of Jedi sent to the location, one being the apprentice of Grahn, was attacked and captured.
While interrogating a enthralled Jedi slave about the Force, Rogarr learned of Drain Knowledge. Knowing it would prove invaluable to his mission, he immediately began to study and practice it. It took months and a few mind broken slaves but he attained a concrete understanding of its working and began using it. With the capture of Grahn's apprentice, Rogarr forcibly ripped information from the captured Knight and his companions.. With the intell gained, Rogarr discovered the Master would dispatch a group to, including himself, wipe out the cult and rescue who could be rescued. Deciding to give the Jedi a welcome present, the apprentice was strapped to a chair as one by one, his fellow Knights and Masters were slaughtered in horrific ways. Torturing the apprentice in ways that would break normal men, the Togorian released the apprentice into the wastes of Vjun, missing an eye and an arm as well as bearing fresh wounds and scars. Barely alive by normal standards.
The plan was to draw the Jedi Masters into a trap when the tattered apprentice returned to them, either slaying them or converting, then change locations. Already the corrupted politicians worked in the interests of the cult and recruitment continued as planned. Everything was running smoothly and Chaldus believed himself invincible, everyone falling in his influence.
His twilight would soon be upon him for his ignorance.
-The Jedi Hammer-
The apprentice was able to get to his Master via a starport communicator, requesting pickup. Upon arrival, the Grahn and Asudek were horrified at what had been done to the boy. Collecting all the Jedi in the region to Vjun, the apprentice was able to retrace his steps for the group to the hideout.
Storming the underground complex, intent on stopping the cult once and for all, a battle ensued as Rogarr sat quietly in his "throne room" at the bottom. The crys of the defeated Jedi and cultists ringed in the Force to the Togorians ears as he felt his greatest triumph was upon him, for it was only the beginning. His cultists, Force sensitive or not, threw themselves at the Jedi with knives and blades with unparalleled zeal and energy. The Jedi could feel Rogarr infusing his followers from his chamber with power that strengthened them in a form of Battle Meditation, an ability he had slowly trained on as he formed his cult, the very presence of the Dark Lord able to influence a small group around him to increase their performance.
Realizing the full power that they were dealing with, Grahn and Asudek with half of the Jedi they brought with them busted down the massive door that led to the Dark Jedi's room. Inside they were welcomed to the reserve of Jedi that Rogarr had corrupted, with the Dark Master sitting on his throne in the back. The Dark Jedi met their former comrades with twice the zeal the cultists had displayed and when the last of the Dark Jedi had fallen, the two Masters were all that were left.
-The Final Battle-
His lightclub drawn, the Dark Jedi Master met the two Masters in combat. Sparks flew and lightsabers collided as the two held on barely against the colossus. Taunting them constantly as they fought, Rogarr very presence wore on the two as it had with so many others. The Dark Jedi Master remembered well the Transdoshan Asudek from Dantooine and focused on him, batting Grahn away to deal with his greater interest. The Master found he could barely withstand the beast by himself and it was made clear when Rogarr gripped the Transdoshan in the Force in a small pause that he was no match for him. His ribs and left arm broke like twigs under the Togorian's massive power, the Dark Jedi throwing him across the room into Grahn, laughing at their weakness.
Grahn put Asudek aside and prepared to fight Rogarr himself, the two joining in battle and the Master now fairing far better as he made peace with himself incase he died. Blows were exchanged and even a fist fight broke out when they both lost their lightsabers, the Force stopping the brunt of Rogarr's fists from shattering him. Summoning his massive power, Rogarr tore apart pieces of the metal walls of the throne room, turning them into a whirlwind of shrapnel. Grahn was able to break Rogarr's control of the metal hurricane and the battle resumed as Dark Jedi Master and Jedi Master seemingly untiringly beat at one another.
Fate decreed that Rogarr would not be the victory that day as Grahn was gripped by the neck as his lightsaber was disarmed from him. It was only with a quick summoning of his blade into Rogarr's back and piercing his heart that stopped the Togorian from snapping his neck. The giant fell to his knees, Grahn's feet now touching the floor as life left the Togorians eyes. The Dark Jedi Master saw a vision of the future that moment that assured it was not his final day and smiled, promising he would return as he released his grip, falling to the floor lifelessly.
At the age of 43, the Togorian known as Rogarr had accomplished quite the feat. Even after his death, his cultists continued their work and tilled the fields for a even greater power to exist. It wouldn't be 169 years in the future till the galaxy would be plagued by the Dark Jedi Master's existence.
-Lightsaber-
Durindfire (silver) Lightclub
-Practiced Lightsaber forms-
Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: 0
Soresu: 0
Ataru: 0
Shien / Djem So: 5
Niman: 4
Juyo: 0
Double Bladed Combat: 0
-Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices-
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 7
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Force Crush, Drain Knowledge, Battle Meditation.
-Attributes-
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 4
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: N/A
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
"I have slain many before you, Jedi. What makes you think you are any different?", the Togorian asked as he rose from his throne, his lightclub tightly in his right hand. The two Jedi Masters before him activated their lightsabers and took two different lightsaber stances, looking dead on towards Chaldus.
"You will pay for your crimes this day, Chaldus. Your cult stops here", the Transdoshan spoke, his cloaked partner saying nothing as they held to their blue blades. The Togorian just grinned as his blade ignited to life, the silver blade twice in length and width as the two Jedi's blades.
"We shall see" and with that the Togorian roared, charging forward. The silver blade clashed with the two Jedi's blades and a kick immediately followed the Togorian's strike, his massive strength making it near balance toppling. The cloaked Jedi flew backwards as Chaldus spun and struck down on the Transdoshan that he remembered from Dantooine, he intending on finishing him here and now.
His power had increased threefold since their last encounter, Chaldus was sure of his victory. Noticing the cloaked Jedi returning, his attention went back to both of them at once as he swatted aside boths strikes and Force pushed them away. His fanged smile revealed the extreme pleasure he now experienced; fighting had always done this. The sounds of battle excited him to no end, the sounds of clashing blades and blaster fire was music to his ears. The Dark Jedi Master lived to fight and fight he would, every wound he gained only furthering his lust for combat.
Chaldus did not harbor hatred or anger, just the unnatural need to slay others. He was the hunter and those who did not serve him found themselves to be his prey. The two Jedi Master's fought a creature that had done more then other Masters had done in their lives, to be a simple hunter on a backwater planet to become a colossus of dark power.
A fresh wound on his arm from a lightsaber cut tore him from his thoughts as his body had been in autopilot, his senses flaring as he renewed his attack against the two. Once again, desiring the Transdoshan to suffer above all else, Chaldus disarmed and kicked the cloaked man away, leaving him with his prey. Swatting aside another strike, the Dark Jedi summoned the Force and bound Asudek tightly, not even the Jedi Master able to released himself as without a second thought, Chaldus crushed him.
The sound of cracked bones filled the air and a gasp of intense pain filled the Transdoshan as his sides seemed to explode and his left arm smashed with impossible power.
"Don't worry. The whole 'living thing' is highly overrated" the Dark Jedi said, throwing aside the mortally wounded Asudek, saving him for later. Chaldus turned to meet the cloaked man and laughed.
"Is this the best the Order could send me? Serve me and I won't end your life, fool" the Togorian taunted as the dark side swirled around him like a black tornado.
"You'll need to impress me more than that" the cloaked man joked, raising a eyebrow from Chaldus.
"So be it, Jedi".
