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VOICE SAMPLE, KHAN.
NAME: Peritus Quotlaar Vuh'rakk.
ALIAS: The Dread Wolf.
FACTION: The Sith Order, the Greater Sith Brotherood.
RANK: Sith.
AGE: Mid fourties.
SPECIALIZATION: Lightsaber combat & tactical awareness.
FORCE SPECIALIZATION(S): Sense & Acrobatics.
FORCE PRESENCE: Darksided.
GENDER: Male.
SPECIES: Humanoid.
HOMEWORLD: Vjun.
HEIGHT: Six feet, six inches.
WEIGHT: 156 pounds.
BUILD: Durable and hardened; built up through years of hardship, sacrifice and survival in the wilderness.
EYE COLOR: Luminescent yellow, sometimes orange.
HAIR: White.
FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Choleric-Melancholic.
12 COMMON ARCHETYPES: The Destroyer, The Warrior.
MYERS-BRIGS SPECIFICATION: ENFP, The Champion.
ALIGNMENT CHART: Lawful Evil.
PRIMARY ARCHETYPE: Form VI: Niman.
SECONDARY ARCHETYPE: The Dark Side of the Force.
TERTIARY ARCHETYPE: Situational awareness & adaptability.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE: Not much is known about the distant world of Vjun, other than it's traditionally inhospitable atmosphere. Survival on the planet's surface required a kind of inhuman will that went beyond a simple desire to stay alive. The world hardened Peritus' senses, his skin, and his demeanor. Subsisting primarily off of Whip-smelt's and the occasional fox, he spent most of his years before leaving the planet for Korriban living in the wilderness of Vjun, thriving among the wildlife and killing whatever (and whomever) he needed to so he could secure food for the following day. He's marked in several places as a result, the most prominent scar being the one located over the left eye, which he received in an altercation with a pack of Foxes during the hunt. The planet's hostile, acidic atmosphere has also given birth to other strange mutations that have altered the appearance of his family permanently, including the bright yellow eyes and the rapidly graying hair. Despite his relative youth, the color is slowly being sapped from his face, making him appear slightly older than he actually is. The veins beneath his skin, especially the ones on his face, also appear darker now after his exposure to the Sith culture. He's yet to succumb to the Dark Side's full corruption, but it is beginning to change him. He's no longer a man, but more of a revenant, revived to terrorize not only the enemies of Bogan, but all who would stray the path of the Sith for too long.
PERSONALITY AND SOCIAL COMPORTMENT: Peritus is ingrained with a survivalist mindset. He eats only when he requires food. He drinks only when it suits him, and only when his body cries out for water. He makes use of absolutely everything. Any kill is skinned, de-boned, every drop of blood drained. He's become utterly pragmatic as a hunter, both of animals and of Jedi. He's also a faithful man, one of a kind of incredible, dogmatic zealotism that only comes when one has absolutely no other options. Not only do the deaths of Jedi satisfy his need to continue "the hunt," but it is also a religious obligation. All who stand with him are chosen, all who stand opposed are damned. Unlike most Sith, he cares not for the politics of the Order. The machinations and scheming, he thinks, only get in the way of the Sith's true obligation to the galaxy; to rid the people of those who mimic them and pretend they do so in the name of peace and order. As hypocritical as he may be when it comes to his own beliefs, he despises the Jedi for daring to claim that they are the heralds of tranquility as they so recklessly mimic and copy the methods of the ancient Sith. They kill, follow a singular leader on an army to cleanse the galaxy of those who oppose them. For that reason, Peritus takes an almost unique joy in converting stray Jedi to the ways of Bogan. Empowered by his own dogmatism and his "survive-at-all-costs" attitude, he remains a fervent asset to the Order as both a tactical adviser and a field commander.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Even though he is dutybound to honor every tenet of the Sith Code, he never found much of a use for the Dark Side. Ever since he was a young man, he's lived and died by the blade. If he couldn't kill, he would either be mauled to death or starve in the desert. As such, much of his strength comes from his durable physical composition. His experience as a hunter also makes him a deadly adversary in hand to hand combat. Much of his time in the wild was spent on his own with weaponry that would barely pass for civilized, let alone the advanced lightsaber he now wields. He had to learn to adapt to his surroundings; to analyze his enemies and pick them apart, piece by piece in order to survive. This, however, comes with downsides. He's only just recently begun integrating into an actual "society," if the Sith can even be called that. Before he passed his trials, he could afford not to speak to anyone if he didn't need to. His words would be little substitute for his blades, or his fists. Even now, he doesn't say much. Not out of shyness, but because he simply has nothing much left to say. His studies in the Force have also been somewhat lacking, leaving him inept when it comes to more advanced techniques such as conjuring lightning or bending the elements to his will. His application of the Dark Side has been limited mostly to abilities that alllow him to gain an upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, such as various acrobatic skills as well as his Force sense. Finally, as he chose a double-bladed lightsaber as his weapon of choice, it may prove to be a hamper on his skills when faced with more experienced enemies wielding only one blade. He can use a normal lightsaber well enough, but he hasn't been sufficiently trained with it.
LIGHTSABER COMPOSITION: In the mold of his pragmatic attitude, Peritus' saberstaff gets away from any and all flash in exchange for pure practicality. The materials are durable enough to last in most environments, as well as against the crushing blow of an opponents saber. That's about all he can ask for.
INVENTORY: Traditional Sith armor, his Saberstaff, other small knives for carving meat and wood.
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Galactic Basic, Sith.
Centuries ago, the ancient Sith refugees found a new home on Vjun; one far away from their own failures, the blunders that brought the end of their fanatical Empire. Before the resurrection of the Brotherhood, these refugees lived like acid-ridden Kings and Queens among the natives, building extravagant chateau's in the crumbling deserts. Others did not live so fortunately. Some, blighted by the specter of their own impending doom, sought to leave the colonized lands and wander as nomads across the harsh wilderness. Peritus was born on one of these small caravans, subsisting off the wilderness and learning whatever it is he could from his parents and whomever else had joined them on their self-imposed exile. Trained from birth to be a firm believer in not just the ways of the Sith, but also of Bogan and the Dark Side, he held a responsibility few others did; helping carry the weight of shame that lay upon his family and their contemporaries as they moved aimlessly across Vjun's barren surface. It didn't last long, as just twelve years into his life both of his familial connections would be lost in a disastrous hunting expedition, one that left him all but stranded in the desert. He'd been used to a life of secrecy and solitude. Living off the land had become second nature, but never like this.
Zelotism ran in his blood. But, with little chance for survival, prayer and ritual fell by the wayside in those early years. Fighting packs of wolves, avoiding the acid rainfall, learning how to trap and spear fish, all had to come first. It remained this way for another ten years, an on and off cycle of hunting, roaming, sleeping and repetition. It wasn't until word reached Vjun of the supposed "return" of the Sith Brotherhood that Peritus had seen his opportunity. Not so much to avenge his own family's failure, not even to make himself powerful; power, to him, is and always will be the goal of the vain. His desire was, in its entirety, a Holy endeavor. Little news penetrates the atmosphere of Vjun, given how few and far between the outposts can be. But, in special circumstances, some things just circulate. Such was the case with the ever changing Jedi Order. News had spread of the Guardians of Peace marching through various worlds under the banner of only one man, enacting justice as they saw fit. They were no longer Knights. They returned, instead, as Crusaders. Others relished the chance to return to the field of combat.
To Peritus, this was nothing more than a backhanded slight.
At the first opportunity, he boarded one of the visiting recruitment vessels and left for Korriban. His training did little to change him, or sate his desire for Holy vengeance. Despite the stories that were often bandied about when mention was made of an Acolyte's agreed upon slavery at the hands of their Masters, such rigorous testing in the early days of the Brotherhood remained relatively simple by comparison. Wheras in the old days (or even now) the Sith had an ample supply of instructors at their disposal, in the beginning it was only the leftovers. The sons and daughters of disgraced refugees from all across Sith space came in droves to fight under the banner again, for their honor and to see the Empire renewed. This meant classes of hundreds, with very few left to handle instruction. Not much is left to be said about his training. His survivalist instincts and pragmatic approach to combat made it simple, if not trying at times. As the other younglings played their games, garnered favors and learned the ways of internal politics, his time was spent in the darkened chambers beneath the Great Pyramid, learning any possible avenues he could use to exploit the bodies of his enemies. How much force it would take to break a man's arm at the shoulder or the elbow. After he returned from his trials on Ziost, he was ready. While others relished in their new position, intoxicated by the power and authority it granted them, he walked slowly from the landing dock and to the War Room. With both lips sealed and both eyes fixated on the holographic map laid out before him, he simply stood there and studied it.
For a moment, he even gave a sinister-looking smile.
VOICE SAMPLE, KHAN.
NAME: Peritus Quotlaar Vuh'rakk.
ALIAS: The Dread Wolf.
FACTION: The Sith Order, the Greater Sith Brotherood.
RANK: Sith.
AGE: Mid fourties.
SPECIALIZATION: Lightsaber combat & tactical awareness.
FORCE SPECIALIZATION(S): Sense & Acrobatics.
FORCE PRESENCE: Darksided.
GENDER: Male.
SPECIES: Humanoid.
HOMEWORLD: Vjun.
HEIGHT: Six feet, six inches.
WEIGHT: 156 pounds.
BUILD: Durable and hardened; built up through years of hardship, sacrifice and survival in the wilderness.
EYE COLOR: Luminescent yellow, sometimes orange.
HAIR: White.
FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Choleric-Melancholic.
12 COMMON ARCHETYPES: The Destroyer, The Warrior.
MYERS-BRIGS SPECIFICATION: ENFP, The Champion.
ALIGNMENT CHART: Lawful Evil.
PRIMARY ARCHETYPE: Form VI: Niman.
SECONDARY ARCHETYPE: The Dark Side of the Force.
TERTIARY ARCHETYPE: Situational awareness & adaptability.
COMPOSITION AND APPEARANCE: Not much is known about the distant world of Vjun, other than it's traditionally inhospitable atmosphere. Survival on the planet's surface required a kind of inhuman will that went beyond a simple desire to stay alive. The world hardened Peritus' senses, his skin, and his demeanor. Subsisting primarily off of Whip-smelt's and the occasional fox, he spent most of his years before leaving the planet for Korriban living in the wilderness of Vjun, thriving among the wildlife and killing whatever (and whomever) he needed to so he could secure food for the following day. He's marked in several places as a result, the most prominent scar being the one located over the left eye, which he received in an altercation with a pack of Foxes during the hunt. The planet's hostile, acidic atmosphere has also given birth to other strange mutations that have altered the appearance of his family permanently, including the bright yellow eyes and the rapidly graying hair. Despite his relative youth, the color is slowly being sapped from his face, making him appear slightly older than he actually is. The veins beneath his skin, especially the ones on his face, also appear darker now after his exposure to the Sith culture. He's yet to succumb to the Dark Side's full corruption, but it is beginning to change him. He's no longer a man, but more of a revenant, revived to terrorize not only the enemies of Bogan, but all who would stray the path of the Sith for too long.
PERSONALITY AND SOCIAL COMPORTMENT: Peritus is ingrained with a survivalist mindset. He eats only when he requires food. He drinks only when it suits him, and only when his body cries out for water. He makes use of absolutely everything. Any kill is skinned, de-boned, every drop of blood drained. He's become utterly pragmatic as a hunter, both of animals and of Jedi. He's also a faithful man, one of a kind of incredible, dogmatic zealotism that only comes when one has absolutely no other options. Not only do the deaths of Jedi satisfy his need to continue "the hunt," but it is also a religious obligation. All who stand with him are chosen, all who stand opposed are damned. Unlike most Sith, he cares not for the politics of the Order. The machinations and scheming, he thinks, only get in the way of the Sith's true obligation to the galaxy; to rid the people of those who mimic them and pretend they do so in the name of peace and order. As hypocritical as he may be when it comes to his own beliefs, he despises the Jedi for daring to claim that they are the heralds of tranquility as they so recklessly mimic and copy the methods of the ancient Sith. They kill, follow a singular leader on an army to cleanse the galaxy of those who oppose them. For that reason, Peritus takes an almost unique joy in converting stray Jedi to the ways of Bogan. Empowered by his own dogmatism and his "survive-at-all-costs" attitude, he remains a fervent asset to the Order as both a tactical adviser and a field commander.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: Even though he is dutybound to honor every tenet of the Sith Code, he never found much of a use for the Dark Side. Ever since he was a young man, he's lived and died by the blade. If he couldn't kill, he would either be mauled to death or starve in the desert. As such, much of his strength comes from his durable physical composition. His experience as a hunter also makes him a deadly adversary in hand to hand combat. Much of his time in the wild was spent on his own with weaponry that would barely pass for civilized, let alone the advanced lightsaber he now wields. He had to learn to adapt to his surroundings; to analyze his enemies and pick them apart, piece by piece in order to survive. This, however, comes with downsides. He's only just recently begun integrating into an actual "society," if the Sith can even be called that. Before he passed his trials, he could afford not to speak to anyone if he didn't need to. His words would be little substitute for his blades, or his fists. Even now, he doesn't say much. Not out of shyness, but because he simply has nothing much left to say. His studies in the Force have also been somewhat lacking, leaving him inept when it comes to more advanced techniques such as conjuring lightning or bending the elements to his will. His application of the Dark Side has been limited mostly to abilities that alllow him to gain an upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, such as various acrobatic skills as well as his Force sense. Finally, as he chose a double-bladed lightsaber as his weapon of choice, it may prove to be a hamper on his skills when faced with more experienced enemies wielding only one blade. He can use a normal lightsaber well enough, but he hasn't been sufficiently trained with it.
LIGHTSABER COMPOSITION: In the mold of his pragmatic attitude, Peritus' saberstaff gets away from any and all flash in exchange for pure practicality. The materials are durable enough to last in most environments, as well as against the crushing blow of an opponents saber. That's about all he can ask for.
INVENTORY: Traditional Sith armor, his Saberstaff, other small knives for carving meat and wood.
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Galactic Basic, Sith.
Centuries ago, the ancient Sith refugees found a new home on Vjun; one far away from their own failures, the blunders that brought the end of their fanatical Empire. Before the resurrection of the Brotherhood, these refugees lived like acid-ridden Kings and Queens among the natives, building extravagant chateau's in the crumbling deserts. Others did not live so fortunately. Some, blighted by the specter of their own impending doom, sought to leave the colonized lands and wander as nomads across the harsh wilderness. Peritus was born on one of these small caravans, subsisting off the wilderness and learning whatever it is he could from his parents and whomever else had joined them on their self-imposed exile. Trained from birth to be a firm believer in not just the ways of the Sith, but also of Bogan and the Dark Side, he held a responsibility few others did; helping carry the weight of shame that lay upon his family and their contemporaries as they moved aimlessly across Vjun's barren surface. It didn't last long, as just twelve years into his life both of his familial connections would be lost in a disastrous hunting expedition, one that left him all but stranded in the desert. He'd been used to a life of secrecy and solitude. Living off the land had become second nature, but never like this.
Zelotism ran in his blood. But, with little chance for survival, prayer and ritual fell by the wayside in those early years. Fighting packs of wolves, avoiding the acid rainfall, learning how to trap and spear fish, all had to come first. It remained this way for another ten years, an on and off cycle of hunting, roaming, sleeping and repetition. It wasn't until word reached Vjun of the supposed "return" of the Sith Brotherhood that Peritus had seen his opportunity. Not so much to avenge his own family's failure, not even to make himself powerful; power, to him, is and always will be the goal of the vain. His desire was, in its entirety, a Holy endeavor. Little news penetrates the atmosphere of Vjun, given how few and far between the outposts can be. But, in special circumstances, some things just circulate. Such was the case with the ever changing Jedi Order. News had spread of the Guardians of Peace marching through various worlds under the banner of only one man, enacting justice as they saw fit. They were no longer Knights. They returned, instead, as Crusaders. Others relished the chance to return to the field of combat.
To Peritus, this was nothing more than a backhanded slight.
At the first opportunity, he boarded one of the visiting recruitment vessels and left for Korriban. His training did little to change him, or sate his desire for Holy vengeance. Despite the stories that were often bandied about when mention was made of an Acolyte's agreed upon slavery at the hands of their Masters, such rigorous testing in the early days of the Brotherhood remained relatively simple by comparison. Wheras in the old days (or even now) the Sith had an ample supply of instructors at their disposal, in the beginning it was only the leftovers. The sons and daughters of disgraced refugees from all across Sith space came in droves to fight under the banner again, for their honor and to see the Empire renewed. This meant classes of hundreds, with very few left to handle instruction. Not much is left to be said about his training. His survivalist instincts and pragmatic approach to combat made it simple, if not trying at times. As the other younglings played their games, garnered favors and learned the ways of internal politics, his time was spent in the darkened chambers beneath the Great Pyramid, learning any possible avenues he could use to exploit the bodies of his enemies. How much force it would take to break a man's arm at the shoulder or the elbow. After he returned from his trials on Ziost, he was ready. While others relished in their new position, intoxicated by the power and authority it granted them, he walked slowly from the landing dock and to the War Room. With both lips sealed and both eyes fixated on the holographic map laid out before him, he simply stood there and studied it.
For a moment, he even gave a sinister-looking smile.
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