Post by Taylor on Sept 18, 2008 22:33:00 GMT -5
Name: Niharus Demias
Race: Anzat
Age: 500
Height: 5 '11
Weight: 204
Appearance:
Niharus's skin is very pale and cracked in some places from corruption and years of hatred, but they aren't visible. His features are thinned and stern from years of hatred, solitude, and hermitage. He has the appearance of a scholar who has been aged well past his prime years because of something that haunts his flesh. It is easy to tell he is haunted because of his features and skin, the way he speaks and moves. NIharus has the scars of a warrior and that of one who has felt something worse then death. It is something that is impossible to notice and is just what he is. It is visible in his features and is what gives him such an imposing appearance and dark demeanor.
His body is muscular yet humble from years of self inflicted abuse and training. Niharus takes pride in his body, but hides it because of the several religous signs that litter his body. This is the reason he wears dark clothing and a mask. His hair isn't visible because of the mask and robe. If they where visible his hair would be down past his shoulders and jet black with a few strands of gray. His fingers are long and slender, his nails are sharp and tainted yellow from years of neglect.
He wears lose black robes that cover all of his body and hide the many symbols and words that are written on his body. The robes are made of a fine material that is sleek and cold to the touch. They are so cold that it seems he might freeze underneath. In Gold down one side are several symbols that say Death Is Power, Life is Weakness. It means to die and still live is power, to just live is weakness. (It means to die and be reborn as a member of faith is the ultimate power)
He wears a white mask with red lines on it. This mask has never left his face since he obtained it and refuses to remove it. The mask is very frightening in design and intensifies his cold, dark stare. It is like gazing into the bottom less pits of a hell that no one could ever imagine. The shoulders have gold plates and his hood is completely black in appearance. It has a marvelous reflective quality that makes it appear as if it is made out of liquid.The color is a dark mixture of all colors that is devoid of light yet filled with it.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Bio: Niharus was born on Anzat, the home world of his people. His family was simple and was nothing special, having never feasted upon a jedi or a force sensitive. His parents where humble followers of the Anzat beliefs and could be considered Priest of the religion and rituals. They followed them to the "T" and expected the same of their children. This resulted in a very proper childhood filled with learning and training. They focused on knowledge of their people's history and things of that sort, but they taught their 3 children hunting. That was something the young Anzat was good at. He was taught theory and common sense in combat which was an easy lessen from him from the age of 70-100. The usual age for training in hunting. During this time a personality trait of his became known........he didn't have any. He was unemotional and cold. He only thought of violence and death, this was something his parents feared. They had always expected their children to be spiritual and to be in tune with their people, not separated and cut off purposely.
In his child hood years he kept to himself and focused on his studies. His nose was always buried in books and his mind sharpening as he learned. He memorized everything of importance especially things that focused on the art of hunting and stealth. He was obsessed with a myth to his people called the force. His people weren't primitive, but to most of them the force was more of a myth then a factual thing. They thought of "Force Sensitive" People as people who just had a potent soup to be feed on and nothing else. He became obsessed with the idea of such a power and at that young age craved to taste such a rare delicacies so that he may grow strong from such a thing and be one of the few to do such a thing. He wanted the power, the reason he didn't know. Something drew him to a lust for power and a lust for a force sensitive prey. A call he would answer and regret.
His parents became fearful of his hidden ambitions and obsessions. This resulted in a conflict where his books and holocrons where confiscated. He was forced to memorize every aspect of their religion and everything about their history. It was an attempt to cut him off from the dark path he dared to treed and to keep on the path they wanted. Little did they knew that they where only fueling his dreams and needs for a force sensitive prey. He used his time spent reading (Religious books) to contemplate what force sensitives would be like in combat and what he should expect.
His parents took pride in the new Niharus that they had created. The one that was obedient and was a master of their religion. Everyone believed this to be true and took pride in him, no one could see beneath the surface. No one could sense the growing darkness, the anger that grew with in them. He felt nothing for them but resentment at his young age and felt more need to accomplish his task. This made him bitter and anxious. This was the start of his fall.
During one of his usual fake reads he noticed an interesting passage in a book centered around the Anzati history. It spoke of a great Anzati warrior who had tamed the elements of their harsh home planet. He controlled the plants and the properties of matter. He lead the Anzati to a golden age until the civil war started. All the force users on their planet where killed because they attempted to over throw Niharus and his group of followers. Anyone who dared to hunt a force sensitive under his control or join these other dark jedi was deemed a deserter and a fool...exile was their punishment.
Teenage Years/Rite of passage
Once he reached the age of 110 the rite of passage was thrust upon him. He was sent to a random world which ended up being Tatooine. He was forced to hunt down a victim and drink from them then return to his home world. He was confused by this order and the fact that he was never taught to fight or use his powers. He hunted by instinct and used his gut feelings to survive. He stalked his victim for a week before attacking them. The victim was the parent of a force sensitive Jedi who would later remind him of this action. He tricked the woman into a dark alley and fed upon her, he relished every moment of his first feeding before fleeing. He felt no remorse for such a horrid act, he felt triumph from it.When it came time to return home he stowed away on a huttese ship and waited till the right moment. He stalked the crew in silence before killing the pilot and feeding upon him. Niharus put the ship on lock down resulting in the rest of the ship excluding the cock pit (where he was) was relieved of all oxygen. This resulted in the death of the whole crew. He wasn't capable of piloting a ship or at least wouldn't have been. He had gained something from feeding on the pilot. He had gained his knowledge of flying a spacecraft. It was a second gift that came with his feeding. A gift he couldn't control.
Upon landing he was greeted warmly by his parents and a celebration was given. It was a grand party that was filled with surprises. At the end of the party he was forced to fight against the elder so that his ranking in the society could be decided. The battle was a grand design of instinct and elegance. Such a display of vibro-blade knowledge and control had never been displayed in such a young Anzat. The reason could have been the people he had fed from or it could be more. His people were not sure so they became leery of him. They suspected he might be the one who had come before. The one who had destroyed much of their race and wrecked havoc upon the galaxy. As a result he was looked down upon and feared by his race.
Niharus understood this and it drove him to hone his skills even more. He wouldn't be stopped by his people. He would achieve an infamously far greater then his predecessor. He would be the Anzat who would bring the golden age again, but without an era of chaos. He would make their home planet the center of the galaxy instead of the outskirts of it.
Niharus sought comfort from his family, but they gave him none. They called him the terror of once before and feared him. They kept their distance from him and ignored him as best they could. He dealt with such exilement for a long period of his life. He left the planet several times to seek social conversations, feed, learn, and escape. During such a trip he was confronted by a jedi on Coruscant. It was the son of the woman he had killed on his first hunt. The Jedi didn't strike him down or attack, instead he kept him from leaving. The Anzat was trapped on the core world of Coruscant. The jedi didn't bring Niharus to the council or the republic because of how little he knew of the Anzat race of his capabilities. He also felt something about him that he feared. The Anzat had entered this world at the age of 220 he wouldn't escape until he was 223.
Adult Hood:
During his time trapped on Coruscant he avoided the Jedi as best he could taking to wearing thick bundles of robes to hide his identity. He trained in secrecy usually learning close combat skills, knowing only of the swords of light the jedi wielded. During his 3 years on this planet he associated with a few significant people. Most of them thugs that usually asked him for help in taking care of a "Minor" annoyance. His reward was training and the right to feed upon the victim. This angered the Jedi that hunted him, he saw the Anzat as a thug and as a disgusting waste of carbon. It was only a matter of time before the tension reached its peek and a battle ensued.
One of his missions for his employees saved his life. He was to kill an Enchani warrior who had failed to pay the thugs a certain protection fee. Niharus was quick to take the hunt. He stalked his prey for days until he grew tired and attacked. The battle was fierce, both skilled at combat, both hunters. Niharus won by striking with such ferocity he knocked the Enchani's blade out of her hand. He fed upon her and took her sword, it was cold to the touch and was of much better craftsmanship then his own blade.
Upon his last year of being trapped on this planet he was confronted by the Jedi. The confrontation took place at a small cantina. It started as a simple conversation before the Anzat made the first move. He attempted to take over the Jedi's mind wanting to feed upon him and fulfill his desires. He didn't know of the Jedi being force sensitive until the jedi identified himself as such which resulted in the conflict. If he hadn't known that Jedi were force sensitive he wouldn't have attempted anything. The jedi was able to resist his attempts and attacked in anger. The Anzat fought hard against his assailant, his blade parrying each slash of the Jedi's light saber. The Anzat had much more experience in combat then the jedi, but he lacked one crucial thing the force. He was able to keep up in combat because of the fact the enchani vibroblade he had obtained had been fashioned to handle lightsabers. During the battle the Anzat displayed possible force sensitivity by dodging a lot of slashes most couldn't and the most surprising thing, Telekineses. He threw a large amount of spice that had been left behind when the cantina occupants fled to avoid any danger. The spice was enough to blind the jedi and allow the Anzat to strike. He swiftly cut off his now victim arm and threw the lightsaber aside. He feasted upon the jedi and his eyes went wild with fear and pleasure. He felt immense power, but he felt something behind it all. He fled the Cantina and world in fear and despair. The power he felt was affecting his mind and changing him. It was like a mutation and it terrified him.
He fled to his home world and confronted his parents telling them of what had occurred. His parents freaked out at the mention of a force sensitive and the word feeding being used in the same sentence. They attacked him in fear and attempted to make him flee, but in fear he fought back killing them by accident. In despair he attempted to flee the village, but the elder wouldn't allow such a thing without a fight. The two fought as he tried to flee, the battle ended with Niharus cut in several places and the elder dead by his hands. He feed from the elder and gave his last words "In Death You will See Truth" Then he fled to the dark places of his home world.
Exile:
During his time of exile he traveled his planet until he came across a crashed freight. He ventured into it and discovered something, something that was better left undiscovered. It was a book of the Past of the Anzat. It was a book that had been lost so long ago. It was what had caused the first great death of the Anzat.......he would bring the second. He studied the volume and learned the language that it spoke of. Once he felt confident in his knowledge of its history and purpose he went through the trails it spoke of. He took the ceremonial tattoos on his body and trained in the battle it spoke of. Slowly he was changed by the darkness it brought and his mind was twisted by it. It was a tragedy to befall him that would result in such destruction.
Upon completion of this which took until he was in his late 300 to master. He learned to harness the powers the Anzat naturally possessed and something more. He learned the basics of the force, but it was something more. He learned to harness the inner power of his soul and used it for power. This new power called to him and drew him to a world he had never heard of, Korriban.
Start Of A Dark Jedi:
At his arrival at the planet he was arrested and imprisoned until the Dark Jedi Master of the time came to him. He was interrogated and was eventually discovered to be strong in the force, but knew not how to control it. He was taken in as an apprentice. He proved himself powerful, but he was just so.........empty that it unnerved most of those around him. He showed no respect for the master that trained him and constantly met them with resentment and harsh words. He was a force to be reckoned with so rarely was the battle that resulted a problem.
He spent his years training as an apprentice to increase his powers and fulfill his new religous beliefs. He didn't increase in rank until he was 400 years old, this was by choice. He found the rank meaningless and knowledge more important. AS a result he spent most of his time learning and traveling instead of doing errands for his master. This payed off in the long run. It has only be recently that he was given the rank of Dark Jedi.
During his time of seeking knowledge he discovered something. It took years of meditation and training to draw it out, but he was able to harness a great power. A power he enjoyed using because of the fact he could bring the strongest of his enemies back from the brink of death and become his servant through torture. He didn't allow anyone to find out he possessed this power, it was his trump card for future events. He wouldn't let it be discovered so easily. He is still very weak in its usage. He has only brushed the surface of this power and is trying his best to master it as well as make his mark upon the world.
When he was training he took on a few teachers most gray Jedi or Dark Jedi masters he encountered on his travels. One of them was a Dark Jedi Master, one who focused upon the force instead of lightsaber combat. This was the master he most favored and stood behind all these years. The only master he chose to travel with for longer then months. This master pushed him past his limits and forced him to use everything he had learned to survive. His master focused on teaching him the more healing orientated dark side powers like force drain and life drain. His master believed that to be a truly strong Dark jedi you must be able to use your opponents strength as a tool against him. This was the teachings of the Dark Jedi assassins that had attacked the exile, but not to such a high degree. Pretty much it meant that the stronger your opponent the more you had to work with when you fought them through the force. It took some time for him to understand this lesson, but it wasn't impossible for him to learn. The attack he favored was force drain he enjoyed seeing his opponents suffer spiritually more then physically. His master nurtured his darker aspects and focused on teaching him things like this. He didn't master these at first, starting out with the weaker powers for some time. When he passed his master's trails which was a battle between the two he was allowed to learn the stronger variations. He proved himself worthy to his master by showing him adeptness in combat, using his opponents strength against them, and knowledgeable usage of the force. He wasted very few powers making sure each one set the opponent up for the next attack or gave him an opportunity to strike a lethal blow. His master loved this quality about him. It was the thing that gained him his master's favor. The fact he exploited every weakness he saw in battle.
Force insanity didn't come to him as naturally. He wasn't good at controlling his opponents emotions at first, he had to learn to tame his own emotions to learn this power. It was against the Dark Jedi teachings to tame your emotions, but in truth it gave him a greater power. He was better at shielding his mind because of this, something that came into play in the near future. He wasn't as adept at using the force to strike fear into his victims as his master would have liked, but he did learn it at a slow pace. He was able to get the strongest form of it, but he has yet to master it. It takes a large amount of concentration for him to call upon its power effectively.
Telekinesis was a power his master saw as a core force power so it was one of the first things he learned. It wasn't hard for him to learn because of the fact he was very good at controlling the force as well as his mind at least what it focused on, not the emotional part. He easily mastered this art especially since it was almost similar to telepathy in the amount of focus it required and how it had to be focused upon.
Mind Control, this came during his attempt to learn Force Insanity. His master taught him to control his own thoughts indirectly teaching him how to control the thoughts of others. The reason he learned it so easily and without focus was that he knew telepathy already and had the ability to use a power similar to mind control, but not as strong. It was a power that drew upon his race's natural gifts.
Force Resuscitation wasn't something he learned easily. He had to learn it on his own. His master knew nothing of it so he couldn't offer him any assistance in mastering the technique he had brushed the surface of. It was a tiring process that resulted in many failures. Most of his victims died and were not revived, but a few did survive. Slowly his skills increased, but he has still yet to master it.
His second master of notice whom he met upon the surface of Dxun. He was forced to fight this master when he was mistaken for a jedi. During the battle Niharus should great skill in the force, but not with lightsaber combat. This Dark Jedi Master felt Niharus had potential. He focused on lightsaber combat. He taught Niharus, but Niharus didn't learn to master any forms except for the most basic one. He learned several other styles, but only broken pieces of it. He has learned more about them and how to use them effectively, but he can hardly be considered a master. There training was cut short when his master was killed by a large creature of Dxun.
The Trails of a true dark jedi:
His time for learning had come to an end, the time for battle had come. With his lightsaber in hand he left for battle, the one that would change him in the end. The battle took place on a relatively calm world it was just barely in the republic's eyes as far as distance. He was sent there not to create fear and panic, but to wait...to find a sought after victim. He came to the world his lightsaber and Dark Jedi robes hidden. He came to the world as nothing more then a traveler, but what he would bring was beyond anything they could have fathomed.
For years he waited staying in an abandoned home. In the darkness of night he practiced his lightsaber combat sharpening his skills for when he would met his prey. The skills of a hunter became his during his time here. He stalked victims to feed upon hiding in the shadows and making sure nothing pointed to him being there. He would stalk prey for days before he would finally end them and drain them of all that existed in their minds. His psychical strength and stealth increased with each kill and every chase. After falling into a routine things changed. He noticed republic soldiers now guarded certain areas and camera's where placed around the city. Someone had alerted the republic of this, he had to find out who.
In the dead of night he slipped into the inner city, his face covered in darkness cast from his cloak. He was able to enter the mind of one of the republic soldiers and "persuaded" them to tell him what was going on and who had alerted them. He learned that the republic had come here to capture a dark jedi and that they had been alerted by a jedi master. Niharus was less then thrilled by this. In his anger he slew both of them and fled into the night.
A week passed before he formulated his plan, he had to kill this jedi master. This was why he was here, to destroy yet another thorn in the side of the dark jedi. He went back to the city and took refuge in a small hotel. He watched the soldiers from afar and picked up small details from people around the city. Eventually he gained enough information to know that this jedi had taken refuge in the home of this world's leader. Niharus didn't waste any time preparing his assault. It took a lot of time, but he infiltrated the palace like fortress. After massacring dozens of slaves and soldiers he finally found his prey. He confronted the Jedi Master with great excitement.
The battle was a difficult one for Niharus, he was outmatched in lightsaber combat. The only weapon he had left was the force. Reaching out with it he was able to rekindle the last of life in some of the guards. He summoned them to him using mind control and forced them to fight the jedi master. During this time he meditated trying to regain his strength and to focus his power on a single attack. The jedi master made short work of the guards, but wasted time trying to free them from Niharus's powers. Once they had been dispatched Niharus made his move. Using the force he attacked the Jedi Master's mind. He crippled it and then destroyed it. He left the jedi master with knowledge, but put him under a form of mind control. Quickly he feasted upon the jedi's mind increasing his own powers. It was that day that madness started to become known. His lust for force sensitives became almost to much for him to control and his command over the force increased, but it was now unpredictable as to what the end result would be...it was always deadly though.
The role of teacher:
Soon after returning he exiled himself from the other Dark Jedi he knew and associated with. He went to his home upon Korriban to meditate for days on end. He focused on curbing his hunger to a point where he could remain sane and now kill any force sensitive in sight. It took him weeks to do it, but he was able to do so. This self control was against the codes of the dark jedi, but he had no choice. It was the only way he could preserve his own life in this place.
After his exile ended he went to the sparring arena that some of the Dark Jedi traveled to so that they could test their skills against others. There he fought against a fellow Dark Jedi. During the fight it looked like Niharus would lose, but then he used a style he had hardly ever focused on the Ataru style. His effectiveness with it won him the battle and permanently crippled his opponent. His opponent had been wounded to the point that they would never be as skilled as duelist as before, but that was the risk of fighting in a sparring match.
One of the acolytes had been watching the battle and approached Niharus about becoming his student. Many masters brought their students to this dueling area so that their students could see true skills. Niharus agreed, but first they had to go through a series of trails. He tortured the acolyte finding their threshold for pain, their limitations, everything. Once it was over they where at the brink of sanity and Niharus had exhausted every possible test. He took the acolyte under his wing and trained them. The journey was long, but it was worth it for both. Niharus had improved his own skills and gained a powerful pupil. Things didn't remain so though.
His apprentice challenged him for mastery once they had become a dark jedi. So was the way of the Dark Jedi even after 20 years of training. The battle was fierce, but Niharus wasn't using all his power. He was toying with them trying to get them to back down. His apprentice didn't get the hint and Niharus was forced to end the battle. Calling upon the powers of force insanity he broke his apprentice's mind and cut him down. As they died he prepared to bring them back and thus he did. This apprentice was for ever under his control and only his. Many where disturbed by this display of power, but none uttered a word against him. His actions had proved that he was not one to be trifled with or to be underestimated. He was no longer a dark jedi, but a Dark Jedi Master and by every right.
The Journey to mastery:
Time passed quickly his apprentice had been killed 30 years after their fateful battle. A Jedi had killed them right when he had withdrawn control from them taking their connection to the force with it. He forced them to give him their power over the force and thus increasing his own and killing themselves. He wouldn't tolerate weakness no matter what and he couldn't pass up an opportunity for power. He didn't take another apprentice, none wanted to take that role. They feared him and he was glad to hear it. Instead of trying to find an apprentice focused on training and sharpening his skills.
The limits of his body became apparent to him as time passed. He could no longer use a level of the force as strong as before. He had to constantly use the force to keep his body moving at full capacity and beyond. Once his body had returned to full health he attempted to stop the force technique, but was unable to. As a result his control over the force is stronger, but it is slightly weaker. No matter how many people he feeds on his power of the force is never going to increase to much more. The only way to truly increase it would be to come into contact with the dark side in certain places and such. How ever draining his victims does allow him to regain some of his normal strength back so he may be able to reach full capacity again and be able to break the curse that is keeping him alive. His mental state has declined as well. He is still an intelligent and crafty creature, but his sanity has failed him. He is a very unstable creature consumed by madness and longing for feeding.
Lightsaber: Single blade Dual Phase with a curved hilt, Shota blade Lightsaber curved hilt
Color: A very dark shade of red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 2
Soresu 3
Ataru 4
Shien / Djem So 2
Juyo 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Powers:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Force Resuscitation
Force Insanity
Force Deflection
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: ##
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RP Sample:
Niharus looked at the vast amount of desert before him and sighed. He was on the shaded side of the world and was contemplating on setting out for the Hutt Palace now or to wait. He planned on storming it and manipulate the guards to kill the hutt and succeed in this task. Niharus looked at the speeder he had "Borrowed". It was perfect for what he needed, it had heat shielding and was fast enough to get in and out. Niharus placed a hand on the bike and gently moved it to the heat shield activation button. He was dieing to get off this planet, but he wanted to make sure he would have enough time to.......check for any morsels worth feasting upon within the palace. He eyed the dark metal seat before swinging a leg over the side. He quickly sat down and prepared to begin his journey. With a quick kick he was off and accelerating towards the underground palace.
He kept his eyes locked on the area before him looking for any sign of what he was looking for. He soon caught sight of a raising in the desert floor, it appeared to be a metalic blast door and slowed the speeder down to avoid running into it. Niharus quickly brought the speeder to a halt when he was close enough to the door that he wouldn't be burned alive. He disengaged the heating shield as stepped into the shadow from the door. He tried the door and found it locked, he wasn't surprised. He gazed at the locking sequence and after a few seconds a click was heard. The dead bolt disengaged and the door opened. Niharus stepped over the threshold and took his lightsaber from his belt. He quickly activated it and walked down the corridor prepared for a fight. He slowly walked his eyes focused on his surroundings. The darkness that surrounded the halls was pushed back by the red glow from his lightsaber. Niharus was very uneasy, he knew this place had to be well guarded and had several traps. He wanted to make he wasn't put at the mercy of the Hutts, that would put him back so many steps back. It would ruin his plans.
Niharus turned down a corridor and walked silently to the end of it. He saw the tip of a blaster and instantly knew what to do. He focused his mind on the wielder of the gun and quickly took over his mind. He felt the mercenary try to resist, but soon crushed that attempt and took complete control. "Go into the Hutt's Room and inform him the intruder is dead. Then return to me." Niharus stated before walking down the corridor to the mercenary. The mercenary did as told and left Niharus. He felt a prescience near that couldn't be ignored. He wasn't sure what or who had given off such power, but he was going to find out. The Anzati sniffed the air before turning down a corridor and making his way down the hall to a large double doored room. Inside was a Twilek who was chained to a pillar.
Niharus opened the door and walked in closing it behind him. "Shhhhhhh. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to free you." Niharus lied in an attempt to calm the Female down who had prepared to scream.
"What do you want?" The Twilek asked pressing her back against the pillar in an attempt to get further away from Niharus, she knew it was futile. Her eyes should fear and stress. Her eyes where blood shot red from either spice abuse or from many sleepless nights, maybe a combination.
"Why are you here?" Niharus asked stepping forward, his movements muffled by his clothing. It was like a dark spirit stood before her, no more physical then the air around them. He advanced on her, his dark demeanor almost suffocating the woman. He looked at her, his eyes weren't visible nor his facial features. Even so he conveyed an appearance of hunger and terror around him that made the young Twilek want to flee or die. He chuckled at her reaction and was quickly upon her. He grabbed her by her blue skinned neck and lifted her up off the ground. Her feet dangled and kicked trying to escape.
"You monster.....you will damn the republic by killing me. The hutts are planning something and the republic must know." The Twilek pleaded, she hadn't seen his red lightsaber so she wasn't aware of his alligience. She gripped Niharus's arm in reflex trying to force his hand away, but soon found it impossible.
"I care nothing for the republic........I am a Dark Jedi. You shouldn't care either.....your life will end quickly my dear prey." Niharus whispered. A pair of tentacles slowly eased out of their hiding placings behind his mask. The looked at the Twilek and her eyes soon glazed over, a gasp of fear leaving her lips. The tentacles forced themselves into her nostrils and soon found the delicious morsel they sought, her brain. Niharus laughed as the "Soup" was drained from her and his mind felt more focused and sharpened. Rarely had any of his feast been as rewarding as this. She wasn't force sensitive, but she was strong and worth the side track. He slowly relaxed his fingers and withdrew his tentacles releasing her from his grasp. He watched her fall to the floor in a pile of lifeless limbs. He had drained her completely of her Soup killing her. Niharus looked at the lifeless Twilek and chuckled darkly before turning leaving the room. He was gone just as quickly as he had arrived.
Niharus wasn't afraid his little feeding had done any harm to his plans or his time schedule. He wasn't worried, no one had heard the woman scream. He quickly made his way to the throne room, his clothing rustling as he moved at such a rushed pace. He stopped when he saw his spy walking out of the throne room. "So he did as he was told." Niharus thought to himself as he walked towards him. The mercenary looked at it's controller without much emotion, he just stared at him. "Set off a detonation charge next to the hutt, don't kill him. Just wound him. Kill the guards if possible." Niharus ordered in a whisper. Niharus smiled behind his mask as the mercenary nodded and made his way into the throne room.
The mercenary walked into the throne room and bowed awkwardly to the hutt. His hands were at his side, one of them partially in his pocket. The guards watched him closely and when they saw a glimpse of steal they attacked. One of them buried a vibro-blade deep in the pathetic creature's shoulder, the other nailed him with a blaster bolt to the back. "What is going on? Has everyone here lost their minds?" Botta the hutt demanded. The under sized hutt slammed his fist on the arms of his throne. The hutt's eyes showed irritation and reflected his lack of sleep. He had been afraid of such mutany and was terrified of invasion. He was also worried about the lack of protection he know had. His best mercenary who was guarding the main entrance was now dead and because of this distrusting time he was understaffed. "Seal the door. Don't let any one in no matter who they are." The Hutt ordered with an irritated frown.
The guards nodded and quickly did as told. They both walked over to entrance to the room and pressed the button to bring the blast door down. Niharus had heard the blaster shot and knew his pawn had failed.......then again he could still salvage the moment. Niharus ignited his lightsaber and ran into the room, he used telekineses to detonate the bomb as he entered. The bomb wasn't high grade so it wasn't a large explosion, but it was still potent explosion. The hutt cursed loudly and attempted to flee, but found his escape way blocked by a large boulder that had sealed it off as result of the explosion.
Niharus entered the room as soon as the explosion went off and quickly attack. He ran towards the guards and brought his lightsaber upwards cutting one of them in half. He then kicked the back of the other guards leg. It was a strong enough strike to break his leg and cause him to fall to the floor. "Pathetic." Niharus sneered before bringing his lightsaber downward slamming it through the guards head. The red blade entered through the top of his skull and exited through his jaw. The guard fell to the ground once the crimson blade was removed, the man's eyes glazed over in death.
Niharus knelt down and examined the two guards. He removed their mask and his fears where confirmed. He had felt a familiar prescience when he had entered. He had tried to keep the thoughts at bay, but now it was impossible. The two guards he had killed had been his siblings. They where know slain by his hand, he could only hope the remaining members of his family weren't here. He hated them with a fiery passion, but he didn't want to spill their blood. He wanted to convert his siblings and bring honor to the Anzati........now that dream was becoming a lot hazier then before. "Rest well.......my brothers." Niharus said his voice cracking from hidden tears. He slowly rose to his feet and made his way to Botta. "You slimy slug.....how many of my people have you enslaved or tricked into working for you?" Niharus demanded bring the crimson blade of energy to the hutts neck.
"They joined me willingly, they said something about wanting to protect the hutts. They also said it might be a chance to locate or lure some Anzati name Niharus so they could kill him." The hutt muttered in fear. His voice was high pitched and frightful. "Please spare me." The hutt pleaded.
Niharus glared at him. "My own siblings want me dead.............well then let them come to me. I will kill them like I have down my eldest brothers. I will kill every Anzati that dares challenge me. To prove how serous I am I'll slaughter you here and now!" Niharus yelled allowing his rage to take over. His hands moved wildly as he rained blows down upon the hut hacking him into pieces. He didn't stop until he felt fatigue in his arms. By that time very little was left of the pathetic hutt. The only thing left was his head, well the only recognizable part. It had a few cuts and gashes, but it was recognizable. Niharus quickly took a bag from his robes and placed the Hutt's head or what was left of it in the bag. He quickly tied it and walked to the weaponry station with in the palace.
He walked in smiling at the amount of explosives that lined the walls. He walked to one of them, it was a time based detonator. Niharus quickly set the timer for five minutes. He quickly exited the room, no longer at a walk, but at a run.
Niharus quickly exited the palace and mounted his speeder. He carefully placed his prize in the bin of the speeder and quickly left. He made his way to the shady side of the planet and smiled when he felt a fissure catch up to him. The base had been reduced to nothing more then ruble and the explosion had been so strong that it would be noticeable by almost every one on the planet.
Niharus quickly made his way to the ship yard and got onto his ship. He got into it and quickly made his way back to Korriban where he would show his prize to Darth Tyris. Once he landed the ship he rushed to the Dark Jedi Master's chamber, the hutt's head in hand.
Niharus entered and bowed. "I bring you Botta's heads." Niharus announced.
Race: Anzat
Age: 500
Height: 5 '11
Weight: 204
Appearance:
Niharus's skin is very pale and cracked in some places from corruption and years of hatred, but they aren't visible. His features are thinned and stern from years of hatred, solitude, and hermitage. He has the appearance of a scholar who has been aged well past his prime years because of something that haunts his flesh. It is easy to tell he is haunted because of his features and skin, the way he speaks and moves. NIharus has the scars of a warrior and that of one who has felt something worse then death. It is something that is impossible to notice and is just what he is. It is visible in his features and is what gives him such an imposing appearance and dark demeanor.
His body is muscular yet humble from years of self inflicted abuse and training. Niharus takes pride in his body, but hides it because of the several religous signs that litter his body. This is the reason he wears dark clothing and a mask. His hair isn't visible because of the mask and robe. If they where visible his hair would be down past his shoulders and jet black with a few strands of gray. His fingers are long and slender, his nails are sharp and tainted yellow from years of neglect.
He wears lose black robes that cover all of his body and hide the many symbols and words that are written on his body. The robes are made of a fine material that is sleek and cold to the touch. They are so cold that it seems he might freeze underneath. In Gold down one side are several symbols that say Death Is Power, Life is Weakness. It means to die and still live is power, to just live is weakness. (It means to die and be reborn as a member of faith is the ultimate power)
He wears a white mask with red lines on it. This mask has never left his face since he obtained it and refuses to remove it. The mask is very frightening in design and intensifies his cold, dark stare. It is like gazing into the bottom less pits of a hell that no one could ever imagine. The shoulders have gold plates and his hood is completely black in appearance. It has a marvelous reflective quality that makes it appear as if it is made out of liquid.The color is a dark mixture of all colors that is devoid of light yet filled with it.
Birth place: Anzat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Bio: Niharus was born on Anzat, the home world of his people. His family was simple and was nothing special, having never feasted upon a jedi or a force sensitive. His parents where humble followers of the Anzat beliefs and could be considered Priest of the religion and rituals. They followed them to the "T" and expected the same of their children. This resulted in a very proper childhood filled with learning and training. They focused on knowledge of their people's history and things of that sort, but they taught their 3 children hunting. That was something the young Anzat was good at. He was taught theory and common sense in combat which was an easy lessen from him from the age of 70-100. The usual age for training in hunting. During this time a personality trait of his became known........he didn't have any. He was unemotional and cold. He only thought of violence and death, this was something his parents feared. They had always expected their children to be spiritual and to be in tune with their people, not separated and cut off purposely.
In his child hood years he kept to himself and focused on his studies. His nose was always buried in books and his mind sharpening as he learned. He memorized everything of importance especially things that focused on the art of hunting and stealth. He was obsessed with a myth to his people called the force. His people weren't primitive, but to most of them the force was more of a myth then a factual thing. They thought of "Force Sensitive" People as people who just had a potent soup to be feed on and nothing else. He became obsessed with the idea of such a power and at that young age craved to taste such a rare delicacies so that he may grow strong from such a thing and be one of the few to do such a thing. He wanted the power, the reason he didn't know. Something drew him to a lust for power and a lust for a force sensitive prey. A call he would answer and regret.
His parents became fearful of his hidden ambitions and obsessions. This resulted in a conflict where his books and holocrons where confiscated. He was forced to memorize every aspect of their religion and everything about their history. It was an attempt to cut him off from the dark path he dared to treed and to keep on the path they wanted. Little did they knew that they where only fueling his dreams and needs for a force sensitive prey. He used his time spent reading (Religious books) to contemplate what force sensitives would be like in combat and what he should expect.
His parents took pride in the new Niharus that they had created. The one that was obedient and was a master of their religion. Everyone believed this to be true and took pride in him, no one could see beneath the surface. No one could sense the growing darkness, the anger that grew with in them. He felt nothing for them but resentment at his young age and felt more need to accomplish his task. This made him bitter and anxious. This was the start of his fall.
During one of his usual fake reads he noticed an interesting passage in a book centered around the Anzati history. It spoke of a great Anzati warrior who had tamed the elements of their harsh home planet. He controlled the plants and the properties of matter. He lead the Anzati to a golden age until the civil war started. All the force users on their planet where killed because they attempted to over throw Niharus and his group of followers. Anyone who dared to hunt a force sensitive under his control or join these other dark jedi was deemed a deserter and a fool...exile was their punishment.
Teenage Years/Rite of passage
Once he reached the age of 110 the rite of passage was thrust upon him. He was sent to a random world which ended up being Tatooine. He was forced to hunt down a victim and drink from them then return to his home world. He was confused by this order and the fact that he was never taught to fight or use his powers. He hunted by instinct and used his gut feelings to survive. He stalked his victim for a week before attacking them. The victim was the parent of a force sensitive Jedi who would later remind him of this action. He tricked the woman into a dark alley and fed upon her, he relished every moment of his first feeding before fleeing. He felt no remorse for such a horrid act, he felt triumph from it.When it came time to return home he stowed away on a huttese ship and waited till the right moment. He stalked the crew in silence before killing the pilot and feeding upon him. Niharus put the ship on lock down resulting in the rest of the ship excluding the cock pit (where he was) was relieved of all oxygen. This resulted in the death of the whole crew. He wasn't capable of piloting a ship or at least wouldn't have been. He had gained something from feeding on the pilot. He had gained his knowledge of flying a spacecraft. It was a second gift that came with his feeding. A gift he couldn't control.
Upon landing he was greeted warmly by his parents and a celebration was given. It was a grand party that was filled with surprises. At the end of the party he was forced to fight against the elder so that his ranking in the society could be decided. The battle was a grand design of instinct and elegance. Such a display of vibro-blade knowledge and control had never been displayed in such a young Anzat. The reason could have been the people he had fed from or it could be more. His people were not sure so they became leery of him. They suspected he might be the one who had come before. The one who had destroyed much of their race and wrecked havoc upon the galaxy. As a result he was looked down upon and feared by his race.
Niharus understood this and it drove him to hone his skills even more. He wouldn't be stopped by his people. He would achieve an infamously far greater then his predecessor. He would be the Anzat who would bring the golden age again, but without an era of chaos. He would make their home planet the center of the galaxy instead of the outskirts of it.
Niharus sought comfort from his family, but they gave him none. They called him the terror of once before and feared him. They kept their distance from him and ignored him as best they could. He dealt with such exilement for a long period of his life. He left the planet several times to seek social conversations, feed, learn, and escape. During such a trip he was confronted by a jedi on Coruscant. It was the son of the woman he had killed on his first hunt. The Jedi didn't strike him down or attack, instead he kept him from leaving. The Anzat was trapped on the core world of Coruscant. The jedi didn't bring Niharus to the council or the republic because of how little he knew of the Anzat race of his capabilities. He also felt something about him that he feared. The Anzat had entered this world at the age of 220 he wouldn't escape until he was 223.
Adult Hood:
During his time trapped on Coruscant he avoided the Jedi as best he could taking to wearing thick bundles of robes to hide his identity. He trained in secrecy usually learning close combat skills, knowing only of the swords of light the jedi wielded. During his 3 years on this planet he associated with a few significant people. Most of them thugs that usually asked him for help in taking care of a "Minor" annoyance. His reward was training and the right to feed upon the victim. This angered the Jedi that hunted him, he saw the Anzat as a thug and as a disgusting waste of carbon. It was only a matter of time before the tension reached its peek and a battle ensued.
One of his missions for his employees saved his life. He was to kill an Enchani warrior who had failed to pay the thugs a certain protection fee. Niharus was quick to take the hunt. He stalked his prey for days until he grew tired and attacked. The battle was fierce, both skilled at combat, both hunters. Niharus won by striking with such ferocity he knocked the Enchani's blade out of her hand. He fed upon her and took her sword, it was cold to the touch and was of much better craftsmanship then his own blade.
Upon his last year of being trapped on this planet he was confronted by the Jedi. The confrontation took place at a small cantina. It started as a simple conversation before the Anzat made the first move. He attempted to take over the Jedi's mind wanting to feed upon him and fulfill his desires. He didn't know of the Jedi being force sensitive until the jedi identified himself as such which resulted in the conflict. If he hadn't known that Jedi were force sensitive he wouldn't have attempted anything. The jedi was able to resist his attempts and attacked in anger. The Anzat fought hard against his assailant, his blade parrying each slash of the Jedi's light saber. The Anzat had much more experience in combat then the jedi, but he lacked one crucial thing the force. He was able to keep up in combat because of the fact the enchani vibroblade he had obtained had been fashioned to handle lightsabers. During the battle the Anzat displayed possible force sensitivity by dodging a lot of slashes most couldn't and the most surprising thing, Telekineses. He threw a large amount of spice that had been left behind when the cantina occupants fled to avoid any danger. The spice was enough to blind the jedi and allow the Anzat to strike. He swiftly cut off his now victim arm and threw the lightsaber aside. He feasted upon the jedi and his eyes went wild with fear and pleasure. He felt immense power, but he felt something behind it all. He fled the Cantina and world in fear and despair. The power he felt was affecting his mind and changing him. It was like a mutation and it terrified him.
He fled to his home world and confronted his parents telling them of what had occurred. His parents freaked out at the mention of a force sensitive and the word feeding being used in the same sentence. They attacked him in fear and attempted to make him flee, but in fear he fought back killing them by accident. In despair he attempted to flee the village, but the elder wouldn't allow such a thing without a fight. The two fought as he tried to flee, the battle ended with Niharus cut in several places and the elder dead by his hands. He feed from the elder and gave his last words "In Death You will See Truth" Then he fled to the dark places of his home world.
Exile:
During his time of exile he traveled his planet until he came across a crashed freight. He ventured into it and discovered something, something that was better left undiscovered. It was a book of the Past of the Anzat. It was a book that had been lost so long ago. It was what had caused the first great death of the Anzat.......he would bring the second. He studied the volume and learned the language that it spoke of. Once he felt confident in his knowledge of its history and purpose he went through the trails it spoke of. He took the ceremonial tattoos on his body and trained in the battle it spoke of. Slowly he was changed by the darkness it brought and his mind was twisted by it. It was a tragedy to befall him that would result in such destruction.
Upon completion of this which took until he was in his late 300 to master. He learned to harness the powers the Anzat naturally possessed and something more. He learned the basics of the force, but it was something more. He learned to harness the inner power of his soul and used it for power. This new power called to him and drew him to a world he had never heard of, Korriban.
Start Of A Dark Jedi:
At his arrival at the planet he was arrested and imprisoned until the Dark Jedi Master of the time came to him. He was interrogated and was eventually discovered to be strong in the force, but knew not how to control it. He was taken in as an apprentice. He proved himself powerful, but he was just so.........empty that it unnerved most of those around him. He showed no respect for the master that trained him and constantly met them with resentment and harsh words. He was a force to be reckoned with so rarely was the battle that resulted a problem.
He spent his years training as an apprentice to increase his powers and fulfill his new religous beliefs. He didn't increase in rank until he was 400 years old, this was by choice. He found the rank meaningless and knowledge more important. AS a result he spent most of his time learning and traveling instead of doing errands for his master. This payed off in the long run. It has only be recently that he was given the rank of Dark Jedi.
During his time of seeking knowledge he discovered something. It took years of meditation and training to draw it out, but he was able to harness a great power. A power he enjoyed using because of the fact he could bring the strongest of his enemies back from the brink of death and become his servant through torture. He didn't allow anyone to find out he possessed this power, it was his trump card for future events. He wouldn't let it be discovered so easily. He is still very weak in its usage. He has only brushed the surface of this power and is trying his best to master it as well as make his mark upon the world.
When he was training he took on a few teachers most gray Jedi or Dark Jedi masters he encountered on his travels. One of them was a Dark Jedi Master, one who focused upon the force instead of lightsaber combat. This was the master he most favored and stood behind all these years. The only master he chose to travel with for longer then months. This master pushed him past his limits and forced him to use everything he had learned to survive. His master focused on teaching him the more healing orientated dark side powers like force drain and life drain. His master believed that to be a truly strong Dark jedi you must be able to use your opponents strength as a tool against him. This was the teachings of the Dark Jedi assassins that had attacked the exile, but not to such a high degree. Pretty much it meant that the stronger your opponent the more you had to work with when you fought them through the force. It took some time for him to understand this lesson, but it wasn't impossible for him to learn. The attack he favored was force drain he enjoyed seeing his opponents suffer spiritually more then physically. His master nurtured his darker aspects and focused on teaching him things like this. He didn't master these at first, starting out with the weaker powers for some time. When he passed his master's trails which was a battle between the two he was allowed to learn the stronger variations. He proved himself worthy to his master by showing him adeptness in combat, using his opponents strength against them, and knowledgeable usage of the force. He wasted very few powers making sure each one set the opponent up for the next attack or gave him an opportunity to strike a lethal blow. His master loved this quality about him. It was the thing that gained him his master's favor. The fact he exploited every weakness he saw in battle.
Force insanity didn't come to him as naturally. He wasn't good at controlling his opponents emotions at first, he had to learn to tame his own emotions to learn this power. It was against the Dark Jedi teachings to tame your emotions, but in truth it gave him a greater power. He was better at shielding his mind because of this, something that came into play in the near future. He wasn't as adept at using the force to strike fear into his victims as his master would have liked, but he did learn it at a slow pace. He was able to get the strongest form of it, but he has yet to master it. It takes a large amount of concentration for him to call upon its power effectively.
Telekinesis was a power his master saw as a core force power so it was one of the first things he learned. It wasn't hard for him to learn because of the fact he was very good at controlling the force as well as his mind at least what it focused on, not the emotional part. He easily mastered this art especially since it was almost similar to telepathy in the amount of focus it required and how it had to be focused upon.
Mind Control, this came during his attempt to learn Force Insanity. His master taught him to control his own thoughts indirectly teaching him how to control the thoughts of others. The reason he learned it so easily and without focus was that he knew telepathy already and had the ability to use a power similar to mind control, but not as strong. It was a power that drew upon his race's natural gifts.
Force Resuscitation wasn't something he learned easily. He had to learn it on his own. His master knew nothing of it so he couldn't offer him any assistance in mastering the technique he had brushed the surface of. It was a tiring process that resulted in many failures. Most of his victims died and were not revived, but a few did survive. Slowly his skills increased, but he has still yet to master it.
His second master of notice whom he met upon the surface of Dxun. He was forced to fight this master when he was mistaken for a jedi. During the battle Niharus should great skill in the force, but not with lightsaber combat. This Dark Jedi Master felt Niharus had potential. He focused on lightsaber combat. He taught Niharus, but Niharus didn't learn to master any forms except for the most basic one. He learned several other styles, but only broken pieces of it. He has learned more about them and how to use them effectively, but he can hardly be considered a master. There training was cut short when his master was killed by a large creature of Dxun.
The Trails of a true dark jedi:
His time for learning had come to an end, the time for battle had come. With his lightsaber in hand he left for battle, the one that would change him in the end. The battle took place on a relatively calm world it was just barely in the republic's eyes as far as distance. He was sent there not to create fear and panic, but to wait...to find a sought after victim. He came to the world his lightsaber and Dark Jedi robes hidden. He came to the world as nothing more then a traveler, but what he would bring was beyond anything they could have fathomed.
For years he waited staying in an abandoned home. In the darkness of night he practiced his lightsaber combat sharpening his skills for when he would met his prey. The skills of a hunter became his during his time here. He stalked victims to feed upon hiding in the shadows and making sure nothing pointed to him being there. He would stalk prey for days before he would finally end them and drain them of all that existed in their minds. His psychical strength and stealth increased with each kill and every chase. After falling into a routine things changed. He noticed republic soldiers now guarded certain areas and camera's where placed around the city. Someone had alerted the republic of this, he had to find out who.
In the dead of night he slipped into the inner city, his face covered in darkness cast from his cloak. He was able to enter the mind of one of the republic soldiers and "persuaded" them to tell him what was going on and who had alerted them. He learned that the republic had come here to capture a dark jedi and that they had been alerted by a jedi master. Niharus was less then thrilled by this. In his anger he slew both of them and fled into the night.
A week passed before he formulated his plan, he had to kill this jedi master. This was why he was here, to destroy yet another thorn in the side of the dark jedi. He went back to the city and took refuge in a small hotel. He watched the soldiers from afar and picked up small details from people around the city. Eventually he gained enough information to know that this jedi had taken refuge in the home of this world's leader. Niharus didn't waste any time preparing his assault. It took a lot of time, but he infiltrated the palace like fortress. After massacring dozens of slaves and soldiers he finally found his prey. He confronted the Jedi Master with great excitement.
The battle was a difficult one for Niharus, he was outmatched in lightsaber combat. The only weapon he had left was the force. Reaching out with it he was able to rekindle the last of life in some of the guards. He summoned them to him using mind control and forced them to fight the jedi master. During this time he meditated trying to regain his strength and to focus his power on a single attack. The jedi master made short work of the guards, but wasted time trying to free them from Niharus's powers. Once they had been dispatched Niharus made his move. Using the force he attacked the Jedi Master's mind. He crippled it and then destroyed it. He left the jedi master with knowledge, but put him under a form of mind control. Quickly he feasted upon the jedi's mind increasing his own powers. It was that day that madness started to become known. His lust for force sensitives became almost to much for him to control and his command over the force increased, but it was now unpredictable as to what the end result would be...it was always deadly though.
The role of teacher:
Soon after returning he exiled himself from the other Dark Jedi he knew and associated with. He went to his home upon Korriban to meditate for days on end. He focused on curbing his hunger to a point where he could remain sane and now kill any force sensitive in sight. It took him weeks to do it, but he was able to do so. This self control was against the codes of the dark jedi, but he had no choice. It was the only way he could preserve his own life in this place.
After his exile ended he went to the sparring arena that some of the Dark Jedi traveled to so that they could test their skills against others. There he fought against a fellow Dark Jedi. During the fight it looked like Niharus would lose, but then he used a style he had hardly ever focused on the Ataru style. His effectiveness with it won him the battle and permanently crippled his opponent. His opponent had been wounded to the point that they would never be as skilled as duelist as before, but that was the risk of fighting in a sparring match.
One of the acolytes had been watching the battle and approached Niharus about becoming his student. Many masters brought their students to this dueling area so that their students could see true skills. Niharus agreed, but first they had to go through a series of trails. He tortured the acolyte finding their threshold for pain, their limitations, everything. Once it was over they where at the brink of sanity and Niharus had exhausted every possible test. He took the acolyte under his wing and trained them. The journey was long, but it was worth it for both. Niharus had improved his own skills and gained a powerful pupil. Things didn't remain so though.
His apprentice challenged him for mastery once they had become a dark jedi. So was the way of the Dark Jedi even after 20 years of training. The battle was fierce, but Niharus wasn't using all his power. He was toying with them trying to get them to back down. His apprentice didn't get the hint and Niharus was forced to end the battle. Calling upon the powers of force insanity he broke his apprentice's mind and cut him down. As they died he prepared to bring them back and thus he did. This apprentice was for ever under his control and only his. Many where disturbed by this display of power, but none uttered a word against him. His actions had proved that he was not one to be trifled with or to be underestimated. He was no longer a dark jedi, but a Dark Jedi Master and by every right.
The Journey to mastery:
Time passed quickly his apprentice had been killed 30 years after their fateful battle. A Jedi had killed them right when he had withdrawn control from them taking their connection to the force with it. He forced them to give him their power over the force and thus increasing his own and killing themselves. He wouldn't tolerate weakness no matter what and he couldn't pass up an opportunity for power. He didn't take another apprentice, none wanted to take that role. They feared him and he was glad to hear it. Instead of trying to find an apprentice focused on training and sharpening his skills.
The limits of his body became apparent to him as time passed. He could no longer use a level of the force as strong as before. He had to constantly use the force to keep his body moving at full capacity and beyond. Once his body had returned to full health he attempted to stop the force technique, but was unable to. As a result his control over the force is stronger, but it is slightly weaker. No matter how many people he feeds on his power of the force is never going to increase to much more. The only way to truly increase it would be to come into contact with the dark side in certain places and such. How ever draining his victims does allow him to regain some of his normal strength back so he may be able to reach full capacity again and be able to break the curse that is keeping him alive. His mental state has declined as well. He is still an intelligent and crafty creature, but his sanity has failed him. He is a very unstable creature consumed by madness and longing for feeding.
Lightsaber: Single blade Dual Phase with a curved hilt, Shota blade Lightsaber curved hilt
Color: A very dark shade of red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi 2
Soresu 3
Ataru 4
Shien / Djem So 2
Juyo 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Powers:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 5
Sense: 6
Protection: 5
Healing: 2
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Force Resuscitation
Force Insanity
Force Deflection
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: ##
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RP Sample:
Niharus looked at the vast amount of desert before him and sighed. He was on the shaded side of the world and was contemplating on setting out for the Hutt Palace now or to wait. He planned on storming it and manipulate the guards to kill the hutt and succeed in this task. Niharus looked at the speeder he had "Borrowed". It was perfect for what he needed, it had heat shielding and was fast enough to get in and out. Niharus placed a hand on the bike and gently moved it to the heat shield activation button. He was dieing to get off this planet, but he wanted to make sure he would have enough time to.......check for any morsels worth feasting upon within the palace. He eyed the dark metal seat before swinging a leg over the side. He quickly sat down and prepared to begin his journey. With a quick kick he was off and accelerating towards the underground palace.
He kept his eyes locked on the area before him looking for any sign of what he was looking for. He soon caught sight of a raising in the desert floor, it appeared to be a metalic blast door and slowed the speeder down to avoid running into it. Niharus quickly brought the speeder to a halt when he was close enough to the door that he wouldn't be burned alive. He disengaged the heating shield as stepped into the shadow from the door. He tried the door and found it locked, he wasn't surprised. He gazed at the locking sequence and after a few seconds a click was heard. The dead bolt disengaged and the door opened. Niharus stepped over the threshold and took his lightsaber from his belt. He quickly activated it and walked down the corridor prepared for a fight. He slowly walked his eyes focused on his surroundings. The darkness that surrounded the halls was pushed back by the red glow from his lightsaber. Niharus was very uneasy, he knew this place had to be well guarded and had several traps. He wanted to make he wasn't put at the mercy of the Hutts, that would put him back so many steps back. It would ruin his plans.
Niharus turned down a corridor and walked silently to the end of it. He saw the tip of a blaster and instantly knew what to do. He focused his mind on the wielder of the gun and quickly took over his mind. He felt the mercenary try to resist, but soon crushed that attempt and took complete control. "Go into the Hutt's Room and inform him the intruder is dead. Then return to me." Niharus stated before walking down the corridor to the mercenary. The mercenary did as told and left Niharus. He felt a prescience near that couldn't be ignored. He wasn't sure what or who had given off such power, but he was going to find out. The Anzati sniffed the air before turning down a corridor and making his way down the hall to a large double doored room. Inside was a Twilek who was chained to a pillar.
Niharus opened the door and walked in closing it behind him. "Shhhhhhh. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to free you." Niharus lied in an attempt to calm the Female down who had prepared to scream.
"What do you want?" The Twilek asked pressing her back against the pillar in an attempt to get further away from Niharus, she knew it was futile. Her eyes should fear and stress. Her eyes where blood shot red from either spice abuse or from many sleepless nights, maybe a combination.
"Why are you here?" Niharus asked stepping forward, his movements muffled by his clothing. It was like a dark spirit stood before her, no more physical then the air around them. He advanced on her, his dark demeanor almost suffocating the woman. He looked at her, his eyes weren't visible nor his facial features. Even so he conveyed an appearance of hunger and terror around him that made the young Twilek want to flee or die. He chuckled at her reaction and was quickly upon her. He grabbed her by her blue skinned neck and lifted her up off the ground. Her feet dangled and kicked trying to escape.
"You monster.....you will damn the republic by killing me. The hutts are planning something and the republic must know." The Twilek pleaded, she hadn't seen his red lightsaber so she wasn't aware of his alligience. She gripped Niharus's arm in reflex trying to force his hand away, but soon found it impossible.
"I care nothing for the republic........I am a Dark Jedi. You shouldn't care either.....your life will end quickly my dear prey." Niharus whispered. A pair of tentacles slowly eased out of their hiding placings behind his mask. The looked at the Twilek and her eyes soon glazed over, a gasp of fear leaving her lips. The tentacles forced themselves into her nostrils and soon found the delicious morsel they sought, her brain. Niharus laughed as the "Soup" was drained from her and his mind felt more focused and sharpened. Rarely had any of his feast been as rewarding as this. She wasn't force sensitive, but she was strong and worth the side track. He slowly relaxed his fingers and withdrew his tentacles releasing her from his grasp. He watched her fall to the floor in a pile of lifeless limbs. He had drained her completely of her Soup killing her. Niharus looked at the lifeless Twilek and chuckled darkly before turning leaving the room. He was gone just as quickly as he had arrived.
Niharus wasn't afraid his little feeding had done any harm to his plans or his time schedule. He wasn't worried, no one had heard the woman scream. He quickly made his way to the throne room, his clothing rustling as he moved at such a rushed pace. He stopped when he saw his spy walking out of the throne room. "So he did as he was told." Niharus thought to himself as he walked towards him. The mercenary looked at it's controller without much emotion, he just stared at him. "Set off a detonation charge next to the hutt, don't kill him. Just wound him. Kill the guards if possible." Niharus ordered in a whisper. Niharus smiled behind his mask as the mercenary nodded and made his way into the throne room.
The mercenary walked into the throne room and bowed awkwardly to the hutt. His hands were at his side, one of them partially in his pocket. The guards watched him closely and when they saw a glimpse of steal they attacked. One of them buried a vibro-blade deep in the pathetic creature's shoulder, the other nailed him with a blaster bolt to the back. "What is going on? Has everyone here lost their minds?" Botta the hutt demanded. The under sized hutt slammed his fist on the arms of his throne. The hutt's eyes showed irritation and reflected his lack of sleep. He had been afraid of such mutany and was terrified of invasion. He was also worried about the lack of protection he know had. His best mercenary who was guarding the main entrance was now dead and because of this distrusting time he was understaffed. "Seal the door. Don't let any one in no matter who they are." The Hutt ordered with an irritated frown.
The guards nodded and quickly did as told. They both walked over to entrance to the room and pressed the button to bring the blast door down. Niharus had heard the blaster shot and knew his pawn had failed.......then again he could still salvage the moment. Niharus ignited his lightsaber and ran into the room, he used telekineses to detonate the bomb as he entered. The bomb wasn't high grade so it wasn't a large explosion, but it was still potent explosion. The hutt cursed loudly and attempted to flee, but found his escape way blocked by a large boulder that had sealed it off as result of the explosion.
Niharus entered the room as soon as the explosion went off and quickly attack. He ran towards the guards and brought his lightsaber upwards cutting one of them in half. He then kicked the back of the other guards leg. It was a strong enough strike to break his leg and cause him to fall to the floor. "Pathetic." Niharus sneered before bringing his lightsaber downward slamming it through the guards head. The red blade entered through the top of his skull and exited through his jaw. The guard fell to the ground once the crimson blade was removed, the man's eyes glazed over in death.
Niharus knelt down and examined the two guards. He removed their mask and his fears where confirmed. He had felt a familiar prescience when he had entered. He had tried to keep the thoughts at bay, but now it was impossible. The two guards he had killed had been his siblings. They where know slain by his hand, he could only hope the remaining members of his family weren't here. He hated them with a fiery passion, but he didn't want to spill their blood. He wanted to convert his siblings and bring honor to the Anzati........now that dream was becoming a lot hazier then before. "Rest well.......my brothers." Niharus said his voice cracking from hidden tears. He slowly rose to his feet and made his way to Botta. "You slimy slug.....how many of my people have you enslaved or tricked into working for you?" Niharus demanded bring the crimson blade of energy to the hutts neck.
"They joined me willingly, they said something about wanting to protect the hutts. They also said it might be a chance to locate or lure some Anzati name Niharus so they could kill him." The hutt muttered in fear. His voice was high pitched and frightful. "Please spare me." The hutt pleaded.
Niharus glared at him. "My own siblings want me dead.............well then let them come to me. I will kill them like I have down my eldest brothers. I will kill every Anzati that dares challenge me. To prove how serous I am I'll slaughter you here and now!" Niharus yelled allowing his rage to take over. His hands moved wildly as he rained blows down upon the hut hacking him into pieces. He didn't stop until he felt fatigue in his arms. By that time very little was left of the pathetic hutt. The only thing left was his head, well the only recognizable part. It had a few cuts and gashes, but it was recognizable. Niharus quickly took a bag from his robes and placed the Hutt's head or what was left of it in the bag. He quickly tied it and walked to the weaponry station with in the palace.
He walked in smiling at the amount of explosives that lined the walls. He walked to one of them, it was a time based detonator. Niharus quickly set the timer for five minutes. He quickly exited the room, no longer at a walk, but at a run.
Niharus quickly exited the palace and mounted his speeder. He carefully placed his prize in the bin of the speeder and quickly left. He made his way to the shady side of the planet and smiled when he felt a fissure catch up to him. The base had been reduced to nothing more then ruble and the explosion had been so strong that it would be noticeable by almost every one on the planet.
Niharus quickly made his way to the ship yard and got onto his ship. He got into it and quickly made his way back to Korriban where he would show his prize to Darth Tyris. Once he landed the ship he rushed to the Dark Jedi Master's chamber, the hutt's head in hand.
Niharus entered and bowed. "I bring you Botta's heads." Niharus announced.
