Post by Necro Stormborn on Apr 28, 2018 18:16:27 GMT -5
Character Name
Full Name • Ramseye Novok, of the Royal Novok family
Nickname • Formerly Darth Eurachis, Dark lord of the Sith
Race • Human
Birthplace • Temoran City, Carida
Age • 41
Gender • male
Sexuality • heterosexual
Faction • Sith
Concept • Rank 3 - Sith Lord, Warlord of the Sith Empire(Title no longer held), Leader of the Sith Navy(Title no longer held)
Languages • Galactic Basic, Caridan, Huttese, Sy Bisti
Assets • Fury-Class Imperial Interceptor, Double-sided Lightsaber with deep crimson colored blades
Appearance
Face Claim • Eric Dane
Height & Weight • 6'3, 210
Overall Looks • Toned and shapely, Eurachis is a walking physical marvel, with silvery blue eyes and dark brown graying hair. Originally Ramseye for a long while kept his head shaved, it was just easier and cleaner, and in the position he held having a military cut helped command respect and avoid claims of hypocrisy. Now, after several years of alchoholism and nihilism, he's finally let it grow back and kept it short. his skin is the color of a peachy pink stained by persistent tan that adds to a darker browning of the overall shade. His jaw is angular, chin is shapely, and his overall features are chiseled exemplifying his attention to detail when it comes to eating right and his affluent upbringing and access to cosmetic technology. His body has several scars, but all of them save for the small scarred over gash across his lower chin are covered up by the clothing he wears. There is a long scar down the backside of his right leg, and another deep trench stretching across his left shoulder down to the small of his back. When it comes to clothing, Eurachis keeps it simple, preferring dark gray and black shirts or vests, of thin, moveable and breathable material, that are form fitting and speak to a level of affluence. His choice of dark suit pants or black robe like pantaloons further shows the musculature and care that this man has taken for his body over the years. Finally there is a small Tattoo on the inside of his right wrist of an N Wrapped by a ceremonial looking C, standing as a symbol of the royal House Novok sigil of Carida
Personality Profile
Ramseye is, playful and flirtatious in nature, sometimes right up to the line of misogyny and occasionally over it. He's quick witted and very analytical and this helps him remain focused on completing successfully any task he undertakes. His wit and sense of humor are complemented by a mildly childish outlook on things that many would consider serious when surrounded by people he believes are thinking way too hard. This behavior, however, masks his ability to quiet distractions around him and become very serious and somewhat intimidating when it comes to applying himself. as a result most that are asked about him will see him as a affluent playboy with a high ranking position and a body that keeps on giving with no ability to actually contribute, while others would say he's ruthlessly efficient when he's set his mind to a task and is not to be taken lightly. The dichotomy of his swings in behavior does little to belie the two personalities fighting inside of him; one the prince of a royal house who's playful outlook on the world would no doubt get him into some embarrassing positions, and another that operates ruthlessly with a mantle of leadership as a Dark Lord that must command respect and must complete his orders no matter the cost.
Background
Father • Raithe Novok, 58, Lord of house Novok
Mother • Lorena Durden, 46, Duchess of house Durden
Siblings • Veera Novok, 28, Unknown (Currently on Ice)
Other Important Connections •
Darth Renata, 34, Empress of the Sith empire and lover(on and off)
Rhona Meetra, 35, Rear-Admiral of the Sith Imperial Fleet
Darth Novus, 37, Rival Apprentice, mild friendship
Benny Bola, 40, Owner of the Bile Born Cantina - Teek'sa Space Station
Rhissai Arckan,Ex-lover jedi and occasional sparring partner
Overall History •
-Birth-
Ramseye was born on a war torn planet that was always fighting for control of a black market, the planet of Carida. A life of Affluence and coddling did little to prepare him for the terrible tragedy that would unfold in his early teens. His father, Raithe was killed in a blood fued between two rival organizations, the Lombards and the Black Zorgo Consortium. His mother was also slain in the midst of a raid sent by an opposing faction, he was only left with his sister, Veera.
Growing up on Carida he was rich, and new every comfort the galaxy held. He learned about the body from some of the best trainers in the system, learned to talk and act like royalty, and came to appreciate expensive distractions. Then, Unfortunately, everything came crashing down on him.
His Father Raithe had long been a potent businessman and shrewd venture capitalist, and after finally setting the mechanisms in place to facilitate ascending to the throne on Carida, The lord of house Novok had made many capable enemies. The complicated aspects of the family's rise to power were known by few, but those who did know were members of two opposing houses, both of whom on their own were weaker financially and militarily. During what appeared to be a Benevolent reign, the two houses plotted to ambush Raithe Novok one day while enroute to a charity ball being held outside the capital. There was mass confusion, and accusations were levied every-which way, the cause of death was unknown but those present attest to a malfunction in the lead transport resulting in an unplanned stop outside of the capital where, minutes later, a light cruiser with faulty engines crash landed destroying a majority of the convoy. After his father died, his mother Lorena took him and his sister Veera, and ran to a family friend Overcome with grief and certain there were malicious machinations at work. It would later become known that the Black Zorgo consortium was making a power move, now aligned with House Lombard, to wrestle the seat of power away from the Novok Family.
-Debts-
While still the rightful heir to the throne on Carida, Ramseye was still just 13 and had not fully assumed his responsibilities as Lord. Lorena had taken over for the time, but it would be short lived. Ruling from outside the Royal compound had already had its fair share of negative connotations and perceptions, kept aflame by House Lombard and the Black Zorgos through rioting, denigrating holonet newsreels and more. The final nail in the casket however came in the form of bad economic policy. His mother was no businesswoman and the finances of a planetary system were far beyond her capabilities. Unbeknownst to her, enormous credit lines were being taken out as solutions to a collapsing economy, deals facilitated by traitorous brokers who truly had aligned themselves with House Lombard. Czerka was not the type of company one cheated or refused to pay, and it didn't matter who you were, Royal or not. A message needed to be sent, and so it was.
One day, Ramseye returned home from a friendly swoop race only to find that his house was empty, barren of furniture, guards and servants let go, all save for the royal cabinet sworn to serve the lord of Carida. He called up his mother on the his Comlink, but received no response. After multiple attempts, and making enough noise in his house, Veera, who had been hiding emerged from an under chamber that had been prepared incase of emergency.
Veera had witnessed another attack and mother was gone. Apparently, the Czerka corporation had come to collect, and would release the financial incompetency of the Novok royal family under Lorena's rule, and further would back the opposition, claiming corporate sponsorship of House Lombard should they refuse to pay their debts. The mother had refused, and so the officials had sent word, and a raid Led by Captain Udeng'or, a prominent Black Zorgo Official, had occurred while Ramseye had been out swoop racing, leaving behind an empty home and a butchered Lorena Novok. His mother dead, His father assasinated, Ramseye Novok found within him a power that welled up with his increasing rage. In anger he decided to take his vengeance upon the evil consortium, as well as House Lombard.
-Adaptation-
He'd have to change his name or he'd be discovered and so he did... he became Raithe Morden, in honor of his father, whom had been a brilliant and loving man. For 8 more years Ramseye bided his time, caring for his sister all alone, having to take measly jobs here and there to gross enough money for both of them. He worked dirty jobs, and somehow gained a friend in a club bouncer in the lower levels. The bouncer taught him how to fight, and how to kill.
Before realizing that he did indeed have a gift for violence, which truly drew its origins from an unknown ally that was the force, he was a mercenary for hire. Ramseye applied to work for the Black Zorgo Consortium on Carida, and was hired. His past was gone, his name had been altered, and from years of violence and poverty, his appearance had changed. He did small time work for the crime lords, spice and weapons grade trading, was all he knew. Then came his chance, and he struck out at three leaders during a confrence, killing two and wounding a third. Unfortunately, the third was not very pleased and sentenced him to the deepest prison on Carida. However it seemed he had finally begun his first steps towards his destiny.
In the prison he met a dark and evil man, or at least that's what many of the prisoners thought about this individual. The truth was in the eye of the beholder, Quin'lo Topash, the so called dark man, had come from a darker past but not one dissimilar to the deposed prince's. His twisted life had turned this man to a way of violence, to the understanding that death and destruction were tools, and horror and gore were not to be feared but revered. This man taught him much about this mystical thing called the force, that empowered certain individuals. After 5 years of deep and dark conversations, all the while suffering through dehydration and malnutrition, Ramseye finally became so interested in learning how to wield the force that his curiosity fueled Quin'lo and finally gave birth to the possibility that Ramseye could be a good apprentice. The dark man eventually, shortly after, broke free of the prison and released Ramseye as well. Though, it did not matter for Topash could not teach Ramseye any more then he already had, for he had neglected to explain his congenital defects and failing health conditions. With hate in his heart and the desire not to be vanquished in the dark silence of the prison block, the dark man forged his own path and allowed the Prince to follow in his footsteps, dying shortly after.
Interested and left with many questions, Ramseye began using his skills to track down what this man referred to as sith holocrons... useless at first, but priceless when understood. He knew well what the Holocrons were, yet still he had no mastery of the force. He recalled that Quinlo Topash, one evening after a sludge-like bread dinner in the dark pits of Carida Worst penitentiary, had mentioned a place on a planet known as Korriban, where one could learn to wield the force, in an academic environment. Coming from Royal birth, academia was not something to be shrugged off, and so this appeared very promising. Besides, even he could learn to do a fraction of what he saw the Dark man do while breaking out, that would be enough to prepare him to free his sister who'd now be forced into service under the Black Zorgo Consortium. He would later find out that she'd also be injected with a nerve agent that would slowly kill her if she didn't receive medicine, doled out by her captors on a daily schedule. Running away was no longer an option for her, and no one knew how Black Zorgos were supplying House Lombard with the antitoxin, nor where they were manufacturing it.
-The Dark Side-
With hatred in his heart, and anger beaming from his eyes, Ramseye, once more donning his true name, ventured to the planet known as Korriban, pleading with the leadership to admit him. After being declined twice he finally struck out and killed another student, far weaker then him who'd been admitted. This was unacceptable, how could he not get in but that gutter trash with the spine of a selkath could? The Sith recruiters saw this and instead of striking him down as was deserved they saw within him the strength that was his rage, strength that needed stoking and control.
he was accepted, and through indoctrination and endless propaganda, he eventually came to believe in the Sith's cause, and felt it truly was his path to saving his sister and reclaiming his throne.He swore to hunt and kill the enemy of the sith, the Jedi and the Republic itself. However, it did him no good, for he did not graduate for 8 years. Instead of the usual 4 or 6 he had to retake many of his courses, but it was well worth it. Another piece of his destiny was brought to the surface. In Ramseye’s 7th year, he became friends with a man named Kenneth Mori. Kenny, as he called him, was a prodigy, a genius in the ways of the force, it just came so naturally to him.To Ramseye, this was the man he could see being a master of the force. They both became good friends, helping each other with assignments, advancing together in saber techniques… though..Kenny rarely lost. Kenneth mori became Ramseye’s mentor, and although he was younger then Ramseye by 10 years, he no doubt towered over him. Yet, Ramseye had one thing that Kenneth did not. That was physical strength. Kenneth had been crippled as a child, undergoing several procedures, and his only real tool was his mind. But that was sufficient. They were a duo, Ramseye the brawn, and Kenny the brain and together they rose to the top of the class and quickly became the most promising students, but it had to end some time.
Graduation eventually came, and finally Ramseye matriculated, but it was at the same time as his prodigy friend, Kenneth Mori, who'd managed to finish in just 2 years. Mori approached Ramseye after the graduation ceremony, and asked him if he’d like to continue learning, to become the rulers of the galaxy one day. To learn to utilize the force like no one else. Ramseye could not refuse, and so he pledged himself to Kenneth Mori, who had at that time dubbed himself Darth Paxis.
-A different kind of Lord-
Paxis was Ramseye’s Master, overlord, and owner. He taught Ramseye new and advanced techniques, and in return, Ramseye did what ever he was asked. He quickly had become a very capable Duelist, now able to withstand the devastating Telekinetic lightsaber combat style his master and end most bouts in a draw. His rage still needed refinement but Darth Paxis was quickly elevating Ramseye to something more, pouring secrets into him, researching dark sith alchemy, and even more, delving deep into the truth of the Dark side, all with the deposed prince by his side.
Paxis, decided that they should travel to Subterrel, to begin the path of destruction and Ramseye had agreed. He'd Traveled with his master to the surface but the darkness and difficulty navigating the tunnels meant he would have to stay aboard the blockade runner they'd arrived on. As Paxis began to explain their true goal Ramseye Learned that it was more then just a simple holocron he was to retrieve. Even more jarring, It wasn't for him to retrieve unless another failed at the task. This was when the deposed prince, Ramseye Novok of House Novok learned that he was not Darth Paxis's only apprentice. Apparently Mori had taken a liking to a jedi he'd helped fall, and that SHE was the one tasked with retrieval of the Everos Holocron. At first this made his blood boil, and as if Mori could read his mind, he set upon him demanding obedience. He explained, even though he didn't have to, that the ways of the sith were antiquated and the rule of two was idiotic, having more than one apprentice was natural, especially if he wanted things done with a personal touch. Ramseye ventured into the tunnels as he was instructed, quieting his presence, stalking this woman, who would eventually overcome the challenge of a Tuk'ata and follow it to the tomb and holocron of an ancient powerful being. She was resourceful, and impressive. where she lacked in physical might she compensated with ingenuity and a drive similar to his, one that made failure impossible. He learned later, through Paxis, she was named Lidah, and would be joining them formally.
It was not long after their journey into the darkness on Subterrel that Paxis was visited by a young man, who shared a similar vision and seemed just as equally capable if not more with wielding the force. This man who struck Ramseye as cold and indifferent, would eventually become known as the Dark Overlord of the Sith, Darth Iniquitous.
As is the way of rulers and time, eventually Darth Iniquitous overtook Darth Paxis, and assimilated his two apprentices, and in pursuit of his end goal, a unification and evolution of the sith order, raised the two of them, along with two of his own to the title of Dark Lords and Ladies of the Sith. Renamed Darth Eurachis, he oversaw the Order's military operations and dealt directly with the Imperial Aristocracy frequently attending gatherings of power to ask for further financial support or to involve them in the logistics and planning of future fleet and ground actions. He personally saw to several incursions on planets like Rhen Var and sometimes even lead classified clandestine operations on planets like Felucia and Makeb. As the order rebuilt itself on Korriban, and more and more disciples descended on that dusty rock planet, the inner sanctum quickly became a place of refuge from the blathering darkside upstarts roaming the halls.
-Love in all the wrong places-
It was during the long years of growth and expansion, coupled with military incursion that Darth Eurachis settled into his new role as Warlord and leader of the Imperial Navy, during which time he started to relax and parts of the old Ramseye peeked through the cracks occasionally showing its face in the form of silly sexual banter and roughhousing with promising disciples. Over the course of this new wartime daily life, he'd begun to grow close to one of his peers, the Dark Lady Renata, who would eventually ascend to the title of Empress. He'd come to know her before that though, when their game of cat and mouse had truly been a mask for what was a budding relationship and confusing feelings for each other.
It started slowly, with looks in the hallways, brushes against one another in turbolifts, and slowly began to flourish after a chance encounter at the edge of the system at Teek'sa Space Station. he had started to become a person behind the title. His Lordship was an enjoyable role, and he'd flourished in it, leading the Sith to impressive military victories time after time, but what truly kept him in it, was a desire to reach the heights needed to fix Carida one day soon, and to see that devilish smile on the woman he'd become close with over the years as he'd come home and report their most recent success. Unfortunately for Ramseye, and soon to the misfortune of the Sith order and its imperial denizens, love or feelings like love can be very destructive, and once trust is broken, its very hard to mend. While Novus and Eurachis were never close friends her execution bothered him, it was like losing a family member, and to then witness someone he considered a peer, and possibly someone he'd even started to fall for, claim the title of empress, and rise above him on the throat of Novus without telling him what she'd planned, without discussing with him their future.... it was enough for him to decide he needed a clean break. After storming out of Renata's personal quarters, covered in sweat and boiling with anger, having just come from nearly killing her himself, and having said the truest words he'd ever said.. Darth Eurachis left the order never to look back until one fateful day, when the woman he'd loved would finally think on his parting words.
"You will NEVER be as great alone, as we could have been together..."
-The long absence-
Leaving Sith space in a hurry was no easy task, not after assaulting and almost killing the newly crowned empress. The woman Eurachis had come to know had done something he wasn't sure he could forgive and behind his back had reached for the crown. She could have it! The Darth, uncertain if he was still even a dark lord, knowing his title would no doubt be stripped for his actions he flew quickly to his Fury-class Interceptor and left everything behind. With the Republic gunning for him and the Sith Empire now treating him as Persona non grata Darth Eurachis headed for an independent system of formidable strength that would certainly throw many for a loop. Hapan, capital of the budding Hapes Consortium, was but a fledgling naval power flush with resources, and the Ex-Sith Warlord had schematics and plans for cutting edge sith weapontech, not to mention that the Hapani pension for isolationism meant they could use a drive/hyperlight engine upgrade... and his interceptor was equipped with the best the Sith could buy/manufacture at the time. Turning it all over to the Matriarch with a promise to help teach and train members of the Royal houses was time consuming and frustrating but it came with a certain level of safety and lifestyle befitting the deposed lord and prince.
The Years dragged on slowly, at first full of rage, anger, and confusion... then depression. Was he Eurachis still, or had he reverted back to Ramseye? With the future being uncertain and scars of his relationship with Renata flaring hard from time to time the Ex-Sith spent much time drinking, working out, sleeping and repeating. When He wasn't trying to drown his troubles in aclhohol he was attempting to get over them by getting under someone else. As the years went by, eventually Eurachis would take on a more proactive look on his life.. he'd finally have the freedom and the training to do something about his past and no obligations to slow him down or put up red tape and stop him. All eyes turned to Carida and restoring his Family's name and crest to the rightful place it belonged among the other noble houses. Year 4 was when the ex-warlord finally made his move.
-The enemy of my enemy-
A Crimelord who'd silently been accruing power and wealth in the shadows by the name of Hakkan was becoming sloppy with age. The slumlord now becometh aristocrat was certainly going to learn that he hadn't erased all of the Nokok family line and that the past isn't something you outrun, especially not when a man with time to be patient and a plan was merely waiting for the right moment to strike. Hakkan's web was significant and he'd created an racketeering empire protected by the political powers that be, but his strength became noticeably meager the further away from the source it was, and as such Eurachis attacked, focusing his rage on disrupting supply lines and shipments of illegal substances and slaves. What he couldn't use was turned over to the Hapes Consortium or destroyed... and when credits could be made they subsidized the next mission.. and then the next and so on. On one such mission, where Hakkan had grown particularly bold and strengthened his protection with a cadre of Bounty hunters and a Mandalorian gun crew, the Darth found himself pinned and under fire. Outmatched would be to admit defeat and Darth Eurachis had up until that point never given up...but as he contemplated retreat, a stranger who'd gone by the name of Janus, had interceded on his behalf and attacked the mandalorians. Creating space for Ramseye to press forward into the conjoining cars of the magnatrain and slash his way through guard and control mechanism alike, the Dark lord sent the transport careening at high speed off its tracks and into red clay mountainside that littered the surface of Sullust. With assistance of this newcomer, Eurachis let his appreciation creep out and a tenuous partnership was formed with the Zeison Sha warrior, who's strength was something the Lord of war could regard highly.
It was fortunate that Janus Solari didn't seem to mind who Ramseye had been or what he'd done, the mere fact that he was concentrating efforts on disrupting criminal activity revolving around the inner and mid rim, any and all connection with Hakkan, was sufficient to turn their working parternship into a Friendship. As the 7th year concluded, Eurachis had to give pause to his quest to destroy Hakkan and raise his Family crest, to focus instead on rumors of what was happening over Nar Shaddaa and within the sith. The flares of his old love possibly needing help pulled at him but the anger pangs over her betrayal stung him and defeated that notion in his mind as did the words of a friend. As the Archeri Chorus scaled, transforming into a full fledged crisis galaxy-wide, ex-warlord Eurachis retreated back to Hapan, giving into their strict isolation policies and watching the resulting chaos from his balcony and Holonet Radio. Astonished at the Alliance between the Sith and the Republic, the dark lord quietly smirked admiring Renata's leadership qualities for a moment before sipping a drink and feeling his jaw tighten in diminishing frustration. As the Alliance would go on to defeat the chorus, Eurachis grew tired of the isolation, after having hunted and disrupted criminals for years he once more yearned to leave Hapan Space-- and then the perfect opportunity presented itself. As expected the peace between the two powers wasn't meant to last and after the battle against the archeri had concluded a republic admiral had fired on and killed a vulnerable sith force, leading to a trial on the neutral world of Prahzi. A trial where the Empress, Renata, would be in attendance. After alerting Janus as to his next destination, the ex-Sith returned to his old Fury-Class Interceptor and left Hapan Space, heading right for Prazhi taking any and all public space lanes, making sure his drive signature was picked up at every jump. He had plenty of time to think on what had happened, and what she'd done.. it was time for his response. Eurachis's words from a day long past rung once more in his head..."You will NEVER be as great alone, as we could have been together..."
