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But further still is this; what if everything you'd lived for was not a lie, but worse than a lie? What if you could see everything you've fought for, everything you'd bled for... and found it wanting?"[/fancybox4]
Full Name: Taox Rogue (Tâshurhak)
Pseudonym: Osiris
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Species: Human
Homeworld: Spaceborn (Malachor)
Height: 183 CM
Weight: 76 KG
Eye Colour: Light Gray
Skin Tone: Fair
Force Sensitivity: Affirmed
Faction: Sith Empire
Jedi Master (formerly)
INFORMATION
"What would you be willing to sacrifice for the sake of something greater than yourself? What would you endure? What would you become? I had thought, once, that was the greatest question without an answer.But further still is this; what if everything you'd lived for was not a lie, but worse than a lie? What if you could see everything you've fought for, everything you'd bled for... and found it wanting?"[/fancybox4]
Full Name: Taox Rogue (Tâshurhak)
Pseudonym: Osiris
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Species: Human
Homeworld: Spaceborn (Malachor)
Height: 183 CM
Weight: 76 KG
Eye Colour: Light Gray
Ghostly White (Dark Side)
Hair Colour: BlackSkin Tone: Fair
Force Sensitivity: Affirmed
Force Awoken: Affirmed
Force Alignment: Dark Side of the Force
Force Alignment: Dark Side of the Force
Faction: Sith Empire
Sith Inquisition (formerly)
Jedi Order (formerly)Army of Light (formerly)
Position: Sith Lord (self-proclaimed)Jedi Master (formerly)
Jedi General (formerly)
Inquisitor (formerly)[fancybox4=http://i.imgur.com/CE8rSbB.jpg]
REBIRTH
"A name can be a powerful thing. It carries influence, projects power. But a name is not something fit as a birthright. For a name that is not earned is not fit to be respected"[/fancybox4]
Born nameless and into the grotthu caste of the ancient Sith Empire, the child that would grow to become Tâshurhak was born and raised on Malachor, prior to the Great Scourge. As a grotthu, Tâshurhak's early life was as a slave, laboring for the Sith war machine. At a young age, Tâshurhak simultaneously became orphaned and inculcated into the Sith caste. All subjects of the Sith Empire were required to bring their children to Sith overseers to determine if their children were sensitive to the Force, which in turn would provide warriors for the Sith Empire. However, with the numbers of the grotthu caste so heavily bloated and virtually impossible to truly monitor, it was fairly common for some slaves to not bother with the process.
As a young child, however, Tâshurhak became noticed by a Sith Lord known as Lord Laerior, who promptly executed his father, taskmaster and ordered the execution of his mother. Tâshurhak himself was taken and presented to the reigning Sith Lord of Malachor, Lord Vyseron. Tâshurhak was then formally, and brutally, trained in the arts of the Sith assassin to ready him to join the ranks of a sect called the Blades of Vyseron. His training culminated through his initiation, which eventually became known as the Shadow Vale Massacre, where Tâshurhak slaughtered a Sith convoy that had been escorting the child of Lord Iradun, a rival Sith Lord to Tâshurhak's master. Following this, Tâshurhak earned his name and was granted the rank of Lord.
Tâshurhak was eventually marked to be his master's, now Darth Vyseron, successor. However, years later, the war with the Jedi began to greatly turn against the Sith, who had grown significantly weaker due to infighting. This ultimately led to the Jedi-led crusade of Malachor, where the Jedi Knights besieged the planet in great force. Over the course of the war, most of the superweapons devised by the Sith had been destroyed by armed Jedi intervention, with Malachor being the last bastion. Tâshurhak himself fought during the Battle of Malachor, becoming one of the last surviving Sith Lords as the battle neared its climax. The Sith defenders were led to believe that the influx of the Light Side, brought with the masses of the Jedi Knights, caused a massive disturbance in the Force across Malachor, which in turn caused Malachor's superweapon to destabilize.
Darth Vyseron, who was said to be on his way to keep the weapon from setting off, ordered Tâshurhak to keep the Malachor temple's summit safe. Assuming he had arrived before his master, Tâshurhak fought off the influx of Jedi attackers atop the Sith pyramid. However, as time passed, the Sith Lord came to realize that Darth Vyseron had set the superweapon off deliberately, and used Tâshurhak to keep the weapon preserved until it could ignite, while he escaped alone. Tâshurhak's body was at the epicenter of the event that became known as the Great Scourge of Malachor, where thousands of Sith and Jedi were almost instantaneously rendered to petrified ash, and Malachor degraded from destitute to lifeless.
Through means of the massive energies of the Dark Side event, Malachor's already extreme Dark Side alignment and his own undying rage, Tâshurhak's spirit survived and endured, remaining tethered to his warblade, Chirikyât, instead of being claimed by Chaos. Forever wrathful for his lifetime of loyalty being repaid with his master's ultimate betrayal, Tâshurhak existed as a restless wraith, awaiting a vessel both strong and vulnerable enough to house his spirit. This translated to many thousands upon thousands of years, as both the Jedi and the Sith alike treated Malachor as a largely taboo world. Even the Sith that did come to build new shrines and temples did so far from the location of the original Malachor temple.
Tâshurhak's freedom eventually came through the Jedi Master and General in the Army of Light, Taox Rogue. Using the Force to instinctively and repeatedly draw the Jedi Crusader to his blade, Tâshurhak was able to seize control of Rogue, possessing him and feigning his identity through the linking of minds and memories. Since his resurrection, Tâshurhak came to realize that his master had perished thousands of years ago. However, unable to quench his undying thirst for revenge, the disembodied Sith Lord planned to utilize Rogue, his position and his power to direct the Jed Crusaders as his instrument of vengeance against the Sith Order and ensure their annihilation.
REBIRTH
Born nameless and into the grotthu caste of the ancient Sith Empire, the child that would grow to become Tâshurhak was born and raised on Malachor, prior to the Great Scourge. As a grotthu, Tâshurhak's early life was as a slave, laboring for the Sith war machine. At a young age, Tâshurhak simultaneously became orphaned and inculcated into the Sith caste. All subjects of the Sith Empire were required to bring their children to Sith overseers to determine if their children were sensitive to the Force, which in turn would provide warriors for the Sith Empire. However, with the numbers of the grotthu caste so heavily bloated and virtually impossible to truly monitor, it was fairly common for some slaves to not bother with the process.
As a young child, however, Tâshurhak became noticed by a Sith Lord known as Lord Laerior, who promptly executed his father, taskmaster and ordered the execution of his mother. Tâshurhak himself was taken and presented to the reigning Sith Lord of Malachor, Lord Vyseron. Tâshurhak was then formally, and brutally, trained in the arts of the Sith assassin to ready him to join the ranks of a sect called the Blades of Vyseron. His training culminated through his initiation, which eventually became known as the Shadow Vale Massacre, where Tâshurhak slaughtered a Sith convoy that had been escorting the child of Lord Iradun, a rival Sith Lord to Tâshurhak's master. Following this, Tâshurhak earned his name and was granted the rank of Lord.
Tâshurhak was eventually marked to be his master's, now Darth Vyseron, successor. However, years later, the war with the Jedi began to greatly turn against the Sith, who had grown significantly weaker due to infighting. This ultimately led to the Jedi-led crusade of Malachor, where the Jedi Knights besieged the planet in great force. Over the course of the war, most of the superweapons devised by the Sith had been destroyed by armed Jedi intervention, with Malachor being the last bastion. Tâshurhak himself fought during the Battle of Malachor, becoming one of the last surviving Sith Lords as the battle neared its climax. The Sith defenders were led to believe that the influx of the Light Side, brought with the masses of the Jedi Knights, caused a massive disturbance in the Force across Malachor, which in turn caused Malachor's superweapon to destabilize.
Darth Vyseron, who was said to be on his way to keep the weapon from setting off, ordered Tâshurhak to keep the Malachor temple's summit safe. Assuming he had arrived before his master, Tâshurhak fought off the influx of Jedi attackers atop the Sith pyramid. However, as time passed, the Sith Lord came to realize that Darth Vyseron had set the superweapon off deliberately, and used Tâshurhak to keep the weapon preserved until it could ignite, while he escaped alone. Tâshurhak's body was at the epicenter of the event that became known as the Great Scourge of Malachor, where thousands of Sith and Jedi were almost instantaneously rendered to petrified ash, and Malachor degraded from destitute to lifeless.
Through means of the massive energies of the Dark Side event, Malachor's already extreme Dark Side alignment and his own undying rage, Tâshurhak's spirit survived and endured, remaining tethered to his warblade, Chirikyât, instead of being claimed by Chaos. Forever wrathful for his lifetime of loyalty being repaid with his master's ultimate betrayal, Tâshurhak existed as a restless wraith, awaiting a vessel both strong and vulnerable enough to house his spirit. This translated to many thousands upon thousands of years, as both the Jedi and the Sith alike treated Malachor as a largely taboo world. Even the Sith that did come to build new shrines and temples did so far from the location of the original Malachor temple.
Tâshurhak's freedom eventually came through the Jedi Master and General in the Army of Light, Taox Rogue. Using the Force to instinctively and repeatedly draw the Jedi Crusader to his blade, Tâshurhak was able to seize control of Rogue, possessing him and feigning his identity through the linking of minds and memories. Since his resurrection, Tâshurhak came to realize that his master had perished thousands of years ago. However, unable to quench his undying thirst for revenge, the disembodied Sith Lord planned to utilize Rogue, his position and his power to direct the Jed Crusaders as his instrument of vengeance against the Sith Order and ensure their annihilation.
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UNDEATH
"Named from a god of old. It means 'He Who Causes Them to Throb and Tremble in Fear'. This blade is worth more than your life. And your life will be the price to be paid, should you fail."[/fancybox4]
As a fully trained Lord of the Sith, Tâshurhak received uncontested renown was the most powerful apprentice of Darth Vyseron. The assassin iconically wielded the Sith warblade, Chirikyât, named after an ancient Sith god and was considered ancient even in Tâshurhak's time. Trained gruelingly as a Blade of Vyseron, Tâshurhak was a true assassin, skilled at concealing his presence and alignment in the Force, phasing through solid matter, attaining traction on vertical and horizontal surfaces and casting Force lightning. Tâshurhak was also a strong telepath and was even capable of engaging in telepathic combat. A natural telekinetic, Tâshurhak actually seldom utilized the art aside from strangulation or other stealthy executions when necessary, preferring to rely on his natural physical traits and martial domination. Although he could not heal himself, Tâshurhak was trained in the arcane Sith arts, and could drain the Force and life out of other forms of life with direct contact.
As a warrior, Tâshurhak was a natural on the battlefield. Highly trained as a swordsman and a lightsaber duelist, the Sith assassin was trained to utilize all manner of melee weaponry. Perhaps one of Tâshurhak's most successful weapons was his knowledge of the psyche. Tâshurhak specialized in ambush attacks and sewing chaos before striking, undermining the focus and aptitude of an enemy before revealing himself. This was considered an extension of the principles of Dun Möch, where one struck at an opponent's mind before the body. Such tactics were taught by his own master, Darth Vyseron, through Tâshurhak's initiation of rending apart a rival Sith Lord's infant son.
As a disembodied spirit, Tâshurhak has his full physical appearance from the time of his death, albeit all insubstantial. The only surviving item of his possession is the remains of Chirikyât, the blade of which had shattered from the Great Scourge. Tâshurhak is currently bound to his weapon, and it was Taox Rogue's act of touching the blade that enabled Tâshurhak to possess him.
UNDEATH
As a fully trained Lord of the Sith, Tâshurhak received uncontested renown was the most powerful apprentice of Darth Vyseron. The assassin iconically wielded the Sith warblade, Chirikyât, named after an ancient Sith god and was considered ancient even in Tâshurhak's time. Trained gruelingly as a Blade of Vyseron, Tâshurhak was a true assassin, skilled at concealing his presence and alignment in the Force, phasing through solid matter, attaining traction on vertical and horizontal surfaces and casting Force lightning. Tâshurhak was also a strong telepath and was even capable of engaging in telepathic combat. A natural telekinetic, Tâshurhak actually seldom utilized the art aside from strangulation or other stealthy executions when necessary, preferring to rely on his natural physical traits and martial domination. Although he could not heal himself, Tâshurhak was trained in the arcane Sith arts, and could drain the Force and life out of other forms of life with direct contact.
As a warrior, Tâshurhak was a natural on the battlefield. Highly trained as a swordsman and a lightsaber duelist, the Sith assassin was trained to utilize all manner of melee weaponry. Perhaps one of Tâshurhak's most successful weapons was his knowledge of the psyche. Tâshurhak specialized in ambush attacks and sewing chaos before striking, undermining the focus and aptitude of an enemy before revealing himself. This was considered an extension of the principles of Dun Möch, where one struck at an opponent's mind before the body. Such tactics were taught by his own master, Darth Vyseron, through Tâshurhak's initiation of rending apart a rival Sith Lord's infant son.
As a disembodied spirit, Tâshurhak has his full physical appearance from the time of his death, albeit all insubstantial. The only surviving item of his possession is the remains of Chirikyât, the blade of which had shattered from the Great Scourge. Tâshurhak is currently bound to his weapon, and it was Taox Rogue's act of touching the blade that enabled Tâshurhak to possess him.
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Deviation
"What greater weapon is there than the tool of one’s enemy. To the shadows, I become a shade. To the darkness, I become a demon. I am the bearer of the torch as I walk through the ashes of the void."[/fancybox4]
“I never had a homeworld, a place of rich histories that I could say I belonged. I didn’t have a family, a legacy or heritage to call my own. And I wasn’t privileged in life, never saw the grandness of the Core and the jewel worlds of the galaxy. But none of that mattered to me. Because I had something greater, something that meant more to me than anything else. I had the Force.
I never had parents or siblings, not in the true sense. My uncle was the nearest thing I had to a father. My cousins, the closest I’d ever come to having sisters. And space? Space was my home, the stars were my sun. I was a Rogue after all. Most of us were spaceborn, most at home in the void between worlds.
It was even in that void that I came to find my new life. My real life. It was sometimes said most men died in the place they were born. I suppose for me, most of my family believed that to be true. I still remember the darkness, the accident on the stellar rings in the Belsian Rift.
Chemical fires that burned in the airless space. I was trapped between a fiery death and cold passing. But then, a blade of green pierced the bulkhead, and a woman freed me… in more ways than one. She opened my eyes, told me what I had the potential to become. I never felt I belonged in the life that I had, so when the offer came, how could I have rejected it? I couldn’t.
Jedi Knight, she was. I would not say her name, I would not have it be disgraced alongside my own. But she had become as a mother to me. She helped me to become something greater than what I was. It was like, I had awakened. Like I was reborn. From that hour and down to this day, my life had forever changed. Sometimes in life, you find what you didn’t even realize you had been looking for. And I did… I found it. And in time, I became a Jedi. A true Jedi. A guardian and a protector. But I always wanted… more. More knowledge, more power. You have to understand something about me. I was born with nothing but a name. And then, I was given everything that had ever mattered to me. Power, strength, knowledge and wisdom, and more. To something like me, that draw, that lure, it was irresistible.
Temptation. Even now, that word… it’s chilling, and even worse in what it represents. It’s a terrible, insidious thing. It speaks to the core of us all, entices it with the sweetest poison. And me, I could scarcely resist its call. And it was that temptation of power that nearly led my life to ruin… and perhaps, it still had.
Nine of us gave in to our curiosity, our desire to touch the power of the Dark Side. Mind you, we were not Sith, we did not want to become Sith, but their source? Their pool of strength? That forbidden knowledge that we would whisper of in the night? We sought it, we tasted it. And it enthralled us with its sensations. The feeling of crackling energies, whisking around the fingertips like a lightning storm in the palm of your hand. The surreal elation of passions embraced, all of it. We departed in the nights, delved into our obscene desires. We were so blinded by our greed, and in the end, perhaps it was inevitable what happened next; we left. We ran.
From world to world, stowing away, hiding in the dark corners of cities and civilizations where we could bask in the Dark Side’s power, experimenting and drawing all that we could from it. Our skin blistered and bled. Our nails and our teeth blackened and rotted. Our bones became brittle and weak unless we tapped into the Dark Side, as if it had become our only strength.
I don’t know when my epiphany came, what opened my mind in its cloudiness. But over time, I finally saw myself, saw what I was becoming. And I didn’t even recognize who I was. Everything I did was to find new ways of stirring the Dark Side’s power within me, every thought I had was of how to increase my power. I was a shell of a man, of myself. Of the living. And then I made another choice. I chose to turn my back on that which once fascinated and delighted me. I, all of us, would at times depart from the others. We would venture in the wilderness, into the darkest alleys where no eyes could see and indulged ourselves beyond our means. Perhaps even then, we still had enough shame to conceal the level of corruption we had within ourselves.
When I left them, none questioned. They never noticed, and they wouldn’t have cared if they did. So there I was, on my own, by myself. And it came to me again. Temptation. And with it, the greatest torment I had ever known in my life. Do you know what it is, what it feels like, to desire and crave something so strongly, that every fiber of your beings thrashes for it? That your very soul bends and twists in agony to attain it. It is like a fire, burning you from the inside out, begging to be fed, promising you wonders and delights and ecstasy? And I screamed. I bellowed. My mind fell to noise and babel, clouds in the place of what little clarity I had left.
I don’t know how I survived my… resurrection. I don’t know if my will played any part in it, but nothing will ever convince me that the Force, the Light Side, didn’t help me through the impossible.. And in time, after a great many wails and a threshold of pain unending, it was like a fog had lifted from my mind. I could see in a way I hadn’t before, I could hear, I could feel. And what guilt I’d felt… wracking and crushing.
I knew I would have to face her again, my master. I’d always known. I was a Jedi Knight. Falling, perhaps. But not fallen. It was as if I could finally remember how much it meant to me, how much I’d planned to do, planned to become. But first, I had to make a second choice. To run, to flee… or to go back for the others. And what kind of Jedi would I have been if I had come alone, leaving the others in the dark?”
Deviation
—Journal Log I of Taox Rogue, Jedi Knight
“I never had a homeworld, a place of rich histories that I could say I belonged. I didn’t have a family, a legacy or heritage to call my own. And I wasn’t privileged in life, never saw the grandness of the Core and the jewel worlds of the galaxy. But none of that mattered to me. Because I had something greater, something that meant more to me than anything else. I had the Force.
I never had parents or siblings, not in the true sense. My uncle was the nearest thing I had to a father. My cousins, the closest I’d ever come to having sisters. And space? Space was my home, the stars were my sun. I was a Rogue after all. Most of us were spaceborn, most at home in the void between worlds.
It was even in that void that I came to find my new life. My real life. It was sometimes said most men died in the place they were born. I suppose for me, most of my family believed that to be true. I still remember the darkness, the accident on the stellar rings in the Belsian Rift.
Chemical fires that burned in the airless space. I was trapped between a fiery death and cold passing. But then, a blade of green pierced the bulkhead, and a woman freed me… in more ways than one. She opened my eyes, told me what I had the potential to become. I never felt I belonged in the life that I had, so when the offer came, how could I have rejected it? I couldn’t.
Jedi Knight, she was. I would not say her name, I would not have it be disgraced alongside my own. But she had become as a mother to me. She helped me to become something greater than what I was. It was like, I had awakened. Like I was reborn. From that hour and down to this day, my life had forever changed. Sometimes in life, you find what you didn’t even realize you had been looking for. And I did… I found it. And in time, I became a Jedi. A true Jedi. A guardian and a protector. But I always wanted… more. More knowledge, more power. You have to understand something about me. I was born with nothing but a name. And then, I was given everything that had ever mattered to me. Power, strength, knowledge and wisdom, and more. To something like me, that draw, that lure, it was irresistible.
Temptation. Even now, that word… it’s chilling, and even worse in what it represents. It’s a terrible, insidious thing. It speaks to the core of us all, entices it with the sweetest poison. And me, I could scarcely resist its call. And it was that temptation of power that nearly led my life to ruin… and perhaps, it still had.
Nine of us gave in to our curiosity, our desire to touch the power of the Dark Side. Mind you, we were not Sith, we did not want to become Sith, but their source? Their pool of strength? That forbidden knowledge that we would whisper of in the night? We sought it, we tasted it. And it enthralled us with its sensations. The feeling of crackling energies, whisking around the fingertips like a lightning storm in the palm of your hand. The surreal elation of passions embraced, all of it. We departed in the nights, delved into our obscene desires. We were so blinded by our greed, and in the end, perhaps it was inevitable what happened next; we left. We ran.
From world to world, stowing away, hiding in the dark corners of cities and civilizations where we could bask in the Dark Side’s power, experimenting and drawing all that we could from it. Our skin blistered and bled. Our nails and our teeth blackened and rotted. Our bones became brittle and weak unless we tapped into the Dark Side, as if it had become our only strength.
I don’t know when my epiphany came, what opened my mind in its cloudiness. But over time, I finally saw myself, saw what I was becoming. And I didn’t even recognize who I was. Everything I did was to find new ways of stirring the Dark Side’s power within me, every thought I had was of how to increase my power. I was a shell of a man, of myself. Of the living. And then I made another choice. I chose to turn my back on that which once fascinated and delighted me. I, all of us, would at times depart from the others. We would venture in the wilderness, into the darkest alleys where no eyes could see and indulged ourselves beyond our means. Perhaps even then, we still had enough shame to conceal the level of corruption we had within ourselves.
When I left them, none questioned. They never noticed, and they wouldn’t have cared if they did. So there I was, on my own, by myself. And it came to me again. Temptation. And with it, the greatest torment I had ever known in my life. Do you know what it is, what it feels like, to desire and crave something so strongly, that every fiber of your beings thrashes for it? That your very soul bends and twists in agony to attain it. It is like a fire, burning you from the inside out, begging to be fed, promising you wonders and delights and ecstasy? And I screamed. I bellowed. My mind fell to noise and babel, clouds in the place of what little clarity I had left.
I don’t know how I survived my… resurrection. I don’t know if my will played any part in it, but nothing will ever convince me that the Force, the Light Side, didn’t help me through the impossible.. And in time, after a great many wails and a threshold of pain unending, it was like a fog had lifted from my mind. I could see in a way I hadn’t before, I could hear, I could feel. And what guilt I’d felt… wracking and crushing.
I knew I would have to face her again, my master. I’d always known. I was a Jedi Knight. Falling, perhaps. But not fallen. It was as if I could finally remember how much it meant to me, how much I’d planned to do, planned to become. But first, I had to make a second choice. To run, to flee… or to go back for the others. And what kind of Jedi would I have been if I had come alone, leaving the others in the dark?”
—End of Log
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Revelation
"Know there is no thunder to my words when I say this; Dark Side is a lie. Its power, a mirage. Its promise, a deception. The strength of the Sith is an empty delusion for the weak-willed. And I would rather be damned by honesty than caged by an endless chain of lies."[/fancybox2]
“It had taken me several days, after I had resisted the Dark Side’s beckoning long enough to regain my senses, before I even knew where I was. A city several dozen kilometers from where the nine of us would rest and indulge was all I needed. Selsor, an arctic world. In many ways, it reminded me of an inverted Tatooine.
I used what money I had to eat, and took what time I didn’t to rest, to meditate. I needed to return. Return to the Light, return to my roots. I needed to learn how to be a Jedi again. So days turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. The Dark Side never stopped calling me, in all that time. Perhaps it never will. But I was stronger that I was before. And more importantly, wiser.
And when I was ready, when I believed myself finally ready, I left. And I went into the woods to find those that I couldn’t leave behind. I was worried about many things, then. Worried how they would see me, or how I would see them. Would they speak to me, would they tempt me... or, would I be tempted? Would they want my help? Would... would they attack me? Could they be saved? Could I save them? Question piled upon question, and they only grew when I arrived at our old site, and nothing of them or their belongings could be found.
I wondered if they had left, if I had missed them. But I could still sense something, like a blemish or a mark. A taint. So I followed it. Following it for hours and hours, and then for days and days. And I grew closer to it, until it became like a whisper clawing at my thoughts. There was an energy about the place. Something foul, even wicked. Like a blight, or a… a miasma. Gloom and shadows, all around me. I didn’t need a great vision from the Force to know I had found them. Or rather, what was left of them.
Their eyes, smoldering shades of yellow and red. Their skin, pale and chalky, dead and withered. Their teeth, blackened like soot. And their power, twisted and revolting. I saw what they were, and I could scarcely believe what I saw. And I wondered, ‘is this what I was like?’ But that was not the worst of it all. The worst, is that there were only four of them. I spoke to them, and I saw the bodies. They had killed each other, culled themselves to attain greater ‘harmony’ with the Dark Side.
It was like embracing a vile cancer into the flesh. But even still, I pleaded with them, showed them there was a way to turn back. I don’t know if they’d ever heard me speaking. But they simply… laughed. Called me weak, said I had wasted what ‘little power I had’. She was goading me, and I knew why. She wanted the Dark Side to stir within me. She wanted me fueled by it, valuing my ego and pride over my sanity and life. She wanted to ‘feed’. She wanted to kill me. But even when I rejected it, they came.
Their game had begun. They had split apart, sought to hunt me independently as if I were a prize. On and off, for days on end, I would enter skirmish after skirmish. Worse still, so did they. Even then, with me as their ‘prey’, they still found something to fight each other about. To kill, even. It was madness, insanity. But still, I didn’t give up on them. I don’t know if they would have done the same for me, and I wouldn’t have cast blame if they would not, but that was becoming someone better than who I once was. And I was determined not to christen my reawakening with blood.
On the seventh day, Belrec found me. We clashed, blade against blade. His face was so twisted, like a perversion of any expression. They were there, as well. Openings, gaps, vulnerabilities in his form and stance. I could have dealt the killing blow to his a dozen times over. I could have scathed him several times more. Disabled him, even. But all the while, I couldn't bring myself to even harm him. Not any more than he already was. It was a sickening feeling, to see someone dying a slow death whilst in disbelief. So I continued to run.
By the time night fell over me, I was being pursued by Ceveira. We dueled beneath the moon when I saw it again, an opening. Whether spurred on by my own weakness, or perhaps driven to action by the Force... I struck. I stabbed her through her side, and we just froze there. Staring at each other. I saw the light fade from her eyes as she exhaled slowly. I saw her expression descend into blank oblivion. And finally, I saw her fall. And again, I ran. I never did learn if she had perished that day, or if she survived. I had heard of the Dark Side being capable of such things. But as I was then, I couldn't have saved them. I could scarcely have saved myself. I needed to heal. I needed the Jedi. I needed my master."
Revelation
"Know there is no thunder to my words when I say this; Dark Side is a lie. Its power, a mirage. Its promise, a deception. The strength of the Sith is an empty delusion for the weak-willed. And I would rather be damned by honesty than caged by an endless chain of lies."
—Journal Log VII of Taox Rogue, Jedi Knight
“It had taken me several days, after I had resisted the Dark Side’s beckoning long enough to regain my senses, before I even knew where I was. A city several dozen kilometers from where the nine of us would rest and indulge was all I needed. Selsor, an arctic world. In many ways, it reminded me of an inverted Tatooine.
I used what money I had to eat, and took what time I didn’t to rest, to meditate. I needed to return. Return to the Light, return to my roots. I needed to learn how to be a Jedi again. So days turned into weeks. And weeks turned into months. The Dark Side never stopped calling me, in all that time. Perhaps it never will. But I was stronger that I was before. And more importantly, wiser.
And when I was ready, when I believed myself finally ready, I left. And I went into the woods to find those that I couldn’t leave behind. I was worried about many things, then. Worried how they would see me, or how I would see them. Would they speak to me, would they tempt me... or, would I be tempted? Would they want my help? Would... would they attack me? Could they be saved? Could I save them? Question piled upon question, and they only grew when I arrived at our old site, and nothing of them or their belongings could be found.
I wondered if they had left, if I had missed them. But I could still sense something, like a blemish or a mark. A taint. So I followed it. Following it for hours and hours, and then for days and days. And I grew closer to it, until it became like a whisper clawing at my thoughts. There was an energy about the place. Something foul, even wicked. Like a blight, or a… a miasma. Gloom and shadows, all around me. I didn’t need a great vision from the Force to know I had found them. Or rather, what was left of them.
Their eyes, smoldering shades of yellow and red. Their skin, pale and chalky, dead and withered. Their teeth, blackened like soot. And their power, twisted and revolting. I saw what they were, and I could scarcely believe what I saw. And I wondered, ‘is this what I was like?’ But that was not the worst of it all. The worst, is that there were only four of them. I spoke to them, and I saw the bodies. They had killed each other, culled themselves to attain greater ‘harmony’ with the Dark Side.
It was like embracing a vile cancer into the flesh. But even still, I pleaded with them, showed them there was a way to turn back. I don’t know if they’d ever heard me speaking. But they simply… laughed. Called me weak, said I had wasted what ‘little power I had’. She was goading me, and I knew why. She wanted the Dark Side to stir within me. She wanted me fueled by it, valuing my ego and pride over my sanity and life. She wanted to ‘feed’. She wanted to kill me. But even when I rejected it, they came.
Their game had begun. They had split apart, sought to hunt me independently as if I were a prize. On and off, for days on end, I would enter skirmish after skirmish. Worse still, so did they. Even then, with me as their ‘prey’, they still found something to fight each other about. To kill, even. It was madness, insanity. But still, I didn’t give up on them. I don’t know if they would have done the same for me, and I wouldn’t have cast blame if they would not, but that was becoming someone better than who I once was. And I was determined not to christen my reawakening with blood.
On the seventh day, Belrec found me. We clashed, blade against blade. His face was so twisted, like a perversion of any expression. They were there, as well. Openings, gaps, vulnerabilities in his form and stance. I could have dealt the killing blow to his a dozen times over. I could have scathed him several times more. Disabled him, even. But all the while, I couldn't bring myself to even harm him. Not any more than he already was. It was a sickening feeling, to see someone dying a slow death whilst in disbelief. So I continued to run.
By the time night fell over me, I was being pursued by Ceveira. We dueled beneath the moon when I saw it again, an opening. Whether spurred on by my own weakness, or perhaps driven to action by the Force... I struck. I stabbed her through her side, and we just froze there. Staring at each other. I saw the light fade from her eyes as she exhaled slowly. I saw her expression descend into blank oblivion. And finally, I saw her fall. And again, I ran. I never did learn if she had perished that day, or if she survived. I had heard of the Dark Side being capable of such things. But as I was then, I couldn't have saved them. I could scarcely have saved myself. I needed to heal. I needed the Jedi. I needed my master."
—End of Log
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”My uncle had once told me, that sometimes you have to die a little inside to be reborn. In order to rise again as a stronger and wiser version of yourself.
We are all stronger than we know, we all have the power to become greater than what we are. The question faced is finding that person inside us, and then the sacrifices you must make to become him.”[/fancybox4]
"My rehabilitation was not a difficult one, but nor was it easy. Facing my old master, seeing the disappointment in her eyes, regardless of the pleasure of my return, was one of the most shameful things I had to endure. When I was brought before the Jedi Council, there were vestiges within me that felt returning was a mistake. I'd once degenerated to being an animal, who would willingly take me back? Who could? I may have not slain any in my falling or scarred others, but it did not excuse what I allowed myself to become. I knew that well, and so did they.
But in the aftermath, I was sobered in learning that I still had so much to learn. Mercy, second chances, forgiveness. Forgiveness, not by others, but of myself. I could not move past the regret of my own actions, and it was here that my master told me something I'd never forget. She said, that only the weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is not a trait found among those of poor-character, but of those that rise above. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong, and so what would I choose to be? To wallow in shame, to be weak. Or be strong, forgive myself as others had forgiven me, and more on.
Even still, I couldn't live the kind of life I once had. I needed to... to 'connect' with the Force, with the Light Side. I needed it as my ally, to help me always through whatever trials or struggles I would inevitably face as time went on. So I left to the frontier. I couldn't join the Jedi Lord and his generals, not yet. I couldn't be a soldier, a crusader. So I traveled. I went to world after world, surviving off the land and the Force, learning what was essential to me, and what things were worth defending, worth fighting for. I helped others where I could. Small ways, insignificant ways. But to them, and to me as well, it was anything but. I learned what it meant to protect life, to defend it, to heal others past their grievances, and into a brighter future. Our future. And even now, after long days and nights in the wilds unknown, never had I finally found something, that one thing, that was worth fighting for.
Creation
”My uncle had once told me, that sometimes you have to die a little inside to be reborn. In order to rise again as a stronger and wiser version of yourself.
We are all stronger than we know, we all have the power to become greater than what we are. The question faced is finding that person inside us, and then the sacrifices you must make to become him.”[/fancybox4]
—Journal Log XI of Taox Rogue, Jedi Knight
"My rehabilitation was not a difficult one, but nor was it easy. Facing my old master, seeing the disappointment in her eyes, regardless of the pleasure of my return, was one of the most shameful things I had to endure. When I was brought before the Jedi Council, there were vestiges within me that felt returning was a mistake. I'd once degenerated to being an animal, who would willingly take me back? Who could? I may have not slain any in my falling or scarred others, but it did not excuse what I allowed myself to become. I knew that well, and so did they.
But in the aftermath, I was sobered in learning that I still had so much to learn. Mercy, second chances, forgiveness. Forgiveness, not by others, but of myself. I could not move past the regret of my own actions, and it was here that my master told me something I'd never forget. She said, that only the weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is not a trait found among those of poor-character, but of those that rise above. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong, and so what would I choose to be? To wallow in shame, to be weak. Or be strong, forgive myself as others had forgiven me, and more on.
Even still, I couldn't live the kind of life I once had. I needed to... to 'connect' with the Force, with the Light Side. I needed it as my ally, to help me always through whatever trials or struggles I would inevitably face as time went on. So I left to the frontier. I couldn't join the Jedi Lord and his generals, not yet. I couldn't be a soldier, a crusader. So I traveled. I went to world after world, surviving off the land and the Force, learning what was essential to me, and what things were worth defending, worth fighting for. I helped others where I could. Small ways, insignificant ways. But to them, and to me as well, it was anything but. I learned what it meant to protect life, to defend it, to heal others past their grievances, and into a brighter future. Our future. And even now, after long days and nights in the wilds unknown, never had I finally found something, that one thing, that was worth fighting for.
—End of Log
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MYSTIFICATION
"Until... the touch of the living light was born again..."[/fancybox2]
“I remember everything about the day I was born. I'm still brand with the scars. Once, I was someone else—something else. I was a warrior. A guardian, who came from nothing. No great family name to my blood, no legacy as my birthright. I didn't even have a homeworld. And though I'd made mistakes... so many, many mistakes in my life, I'd resolved within myself to see to it that the errors of the past never be forgotten, for the sake of a brighter future. I'd believed that then, and I do so now—more than ever. But... I can't deny that I've changed. Something in me has changed, and not just the... passenger I've taken on.
I am at a crossroad, now. My mind is telling me one thing, but my instincts, another. I spoke earlier of when I was born. It would be more accurate to say, reborn. The first things I've seen were... fire. Great fires, spiraling upward, melting stone and steel alike. Red flashes from orbital bombardments rained down, cascading in groundquakes that shook towers sprawling into the skies. And blades, green and red, blue and gold and violet. Jedi and Sith, clashing in an apocalyptic battleground. It was ironic, in more ways than one. It was a scene just like this that led to the development of my own situation.
For several months, I'd been the unwilling thrall of another will, one stronger than my own. I didn't have the memories before, but now... they're all bubbling to the surface, flowing back after the... certain decision I'd made. And I know now that I was made to do things. Terrible things. Things I pray no one else will ever know. I'm condemned by the dead already, I don't need it from the living as well. But I was freed during that hellish battle, the Battle of Coruscant. In the words of the Sith, the chains that bound me were broken, and I was freed. In many ways, I was saved. But, it was then I made a decision that I still struggle with. The question still lingers in the air; 'Did I do the right thing? Am I doing the right thing?'
I am not myself, not as I was before. Now, I'm two wills in one vessel. When I was released, I suppose it was a mystery to others as to how I was overcome. There was a tether, a link, that once claimed me as its own. But whatever happened as its control over me was broken, sealed it as well. I could have destroyed it then... maybe I should have. A wiser Jedi certainly would. But as my thoughts merged with the gaps between the then and now, I saw something else I don't think I otherwise would have; opportunity.
So I reclaimed what would have condemned me. It couldn't harm me, not anymore at least, but I could still link with it, and it with me. Since I came back, long ago, from the mire of a life I'd lived, I'd devoted myself to destroying the one thing that always plunged the galaxy into a maelstrom of war, death and anguish. I thought my way of doing things were the only way, but... what if there were another? What if you discovered a new path? A new weapon? What if you found... a new destiny?”
MYSTIFICATION
"Until... the touch of the living light was born again..."
—Journal Log [ENTRY DATA UNKNOWN]
“I remember everything about the day I was born. I'm still brand with the scars. Once, I was someone else—something else. I was a warrior. A guardian, who came from nothing. No great family name to my blood, no legacy as my birthright. I didn't even have a homeworld. And though I'd made mistakes... so many, many mistakes in my life, I'd resolved within myself to see to it that the errors of the past never be forgotten, for the sake of a brighter future. I'd believed that then, and I do so now—more than ever. But... I can't deny that I've changed. Something in me has changed, and not just the... passenger I've taken on.
I am at a crossroad, now. My mind is telling me one thing, but my instincts, another. I spoke earlier of when I was born. It would be more accurate to say, reborn. The first things I've seen were... fire. Great fires, spiraling upward, melting stone and steel alike. Red flashes from orbital bombardments rained down, cascading in groundquakes that shook towers sprawling into the skies. And blades, green and red, blue and gold and violet. Jedi and Sith, clashing in an apocalyptic battleground. It was ironic, in more ways than one. It was a scene just like this that led to the development of my own situation.
For several months, I'd been the unwilling thrall of another will, one stronger than my own. I didn't have the memories before, but now... they're all bubbling to the surface, flowing back after the... certain decision I'd made. And I know now that I was made to do things. Terrible things. Things I pray no one else will ever know. I'm condemned by the dead already, I don't need it from the living as well. But I was freed during that hellish battle, the Battle of Coruscant. In the words of the Sith, the chains that bound me were broken, and I was freed. In many ways, I was saved. But, it was then I made a decision that I still struggle with. The question still lingers in the air; 'Did I do the right thing? Am I doing the right thing?'
I am not myself, not as I was before. Now, I'm two wills in one vessel. When I was released, I suppose it was a mystery to others as to how I was overcome. There was a tether, a link, that once claimed me as its own. But whatever happened as its control over me was broken, sealed it as well. I could have destroyed it then... maybe I should have. A wiser Jedi certainly would. But as my thoughts merged with the gaps between the then and now, I saw something else I don't think I otherwise would have; opportunity.
So I reclaimed what would have condemned me. It couldn't harm me, not anymore at least, but I could still link with it, and it with me. Since I came back, long ago, from the mire of a life I'd lived, I'd devoted myself to destroying the one thing that always plunged the galaxy into a maelstrom of war, death and anguish. I thought my way of doing things were the only way, but... what if there were another? What if you discovered a new path? A new weapon? What if you found... a new destiny?”
—End of Log
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ICONOCLAST
"Sometimes, things must be destroyed before they can be remade. Be it a tower, or a weapon... be it a ship, or a soul."[/fancybox4]
Wind howled sharply as it swarmed past and around pillars cut of stone and archways carved of crystal. It was a strong, but not an overbearing force, pushing and twisting every which way. But even still, the air was stale and lifeless, as if it were sealed in the cavern for a thousand years, and a thousand years more. A haze of the Force permeated the grounds like a mist. It was like an odor, but was something sensed beyond the senses. Even then, the man was captivated by something, by all accounts, that was much less.
Glass like walls, crystal formations grown like pylons, creating an archway that caught the light like sparks of lighting captured in glowing stones. It was more than grand or beautiful. It was majestic, like the palace for a king among kings.
“I've got to say, for a man that spent most of his life destroying things”, the man began, eyeing the glistening walls and rune-carved stone ground. “You know a surprising amount of places unrivaled in beauty. I have to ask; did the Sith create this?”
A chill rended the air as glowing strands appeared and formed a bluish mist, taking the form of a man, but in the shape of the dead.
“Thousands of years ago, we knew of this place as the Synagogue”, the ghost said, wistfully walking beside the man. “But it is not of the Sith. This was the stronghold of a Jedi once, but not a Jedi like you've seen before.”
“I'd like to think I know something of the Jedi”, the man said, scoffing dismissively as he continued to take in the sight.
“But not of the past. The Jedi of my time were formidable, perhaps even more so than the Jedi of now. I've fought assassins of the Light that struck from the shadows, Jedi Knights that had more in common with warlords and kings than diplomats and protectors. This place was of the seat of power for Terak Nur, a Jedi Shadow of such power, even the Sith respected him.”
“Really? The Sith, respect a Jedi? And now lead me to desecrate his tomb?”
“Sith respect power. And he wielded it like none other in his time. Through a powerful enemy, one can be sharpened, honed, tempered into something stronger. Eventually, he was stopped, slain. The Jedi made this his resting place, and the Sith left it unmolested. By now, I doubt any even among his own people remember his name.”
The man walked up the long staircase, beneath the pylons of glowing glass, formed in an archway. The Force was heavy there, thick, but not overbearing or overpowering, like the Dark Side's presence on Malachor. Or, at least it was so for the man. If it was the same for the ghost was anyone's guess.
“Turn to the right, down until you reach the third corridor to your left. The path will lead you to the innermost chamber.”
“I thought you said the Sith left this place unmolested. You seem to know your way around a Jedi's tomb, and I doubt this is just a dead man's intuition.”
“Nur's tomb was untouched, but it was not left untraveled. After we learned of its location, some of us were dispatched to seek out any secret knowledge buried with him. None was found, and so we left all other things unmarred.”
“How generous of you.”
“Stow away petulance and sarcasm; there will be no place for it where we're going.”
“And where are we going?”, the man said, approaching a massive central chamber, where a disc-like form was mounted on a pedestal. “Why am I here?”
“Because you need a symbol. For others, and for yourself. If you truly wish to become something more than what you were before, you need a blade to sever the ties the past of who you once were.”
As the man approached the pedestal, the disc he saw came into clearer view. It was not a disk at all, but a mask or visor of some sort. It was white, with red markings and a thin opening for the eyes. There was more in the room as well; a cuirass and robes, gauntlets and boots and even a weapon.
“And this mask will be your blade.”
ICONOCLAST
Wind howled sharply as it swarmed past and around pillars cut of stone and archways carved of crystal. It was a strong, but not an overbearing force, pushing and twisting every which way. But even still, the air was stale and lifeless, as if it were sealed in the cavern for a thousand years, and a thousand years more. A haze of the Force permeated the grounds like a mist. It was like an odor, but was something sensed beyond the senses. Even then, the man was captivated by something, by all accounts, that was much less.
Glass like walls, crystal formations grown like pylons, creating an archway that caught the light like sparks of lighting captured in glowing stones. It was more than grand or beautiful. It was majestic, like the palace for a king among kings.
“I've got to say, for a man that spent most of his life destroying things”, the man began, eyeing the glistening walls and rune-carved stone ground. “You know a surprising amount of places unrivaled in beauty. I have to ask; did the Sith create this?”
A chill rended the air as glowing strands appeared and formed a bluish mist, taking the form of a man, but in the shape of the dead.
“Thousands of years ago, we knew of this place as the Synagogue”, the ghost said, wistfully walking beside the man. “But it is not of the Sith. This was the stronghold of a Jedi once, but not a Jedi like you've seen before.”
“I'd like to think I know something of the Jedi”, the man said, scoffing dismissively as he continued to take in the sight.
“But not of the past. The Jedi of my time were formidable, perhaps even more so than the Jedi of now. I've fought assassins of the Light that struck from the shadows, Jedi Knights that had more in common with warlords and kings than diplomats and protectors. This place was of the seat of power for Terak Nur, a Jedi Shadow of such power, even the Sith respected him.”
“Really? The Sith, respect a Jedi? And now lead me to desecrate his tomb?”
“Sith respect power. And he wielded it like none other in his time. Through a powerful enemy, one can be sharpened, honed, tempered into something stronger. Eventually, he was stopped, slain. The Jedi made this his resting place, and the Sith left it unmolested. By now, I doubt any even among his own people remember his name.”
The man walked up the long staircase, beneath the pylons of glowing glass, formed in an archway. The Force was heavy there, thick, but not overbearing or overpowering, like the Dark Side's presence on Malachor. Or, at least it was so for the man. If it was the same for the ghost was anyone's guess.
“Turn to the right, down until you reach the third corridor to your left. The path will lead you to the innermost chamber.”
“I thought you said the Sith left this place unmolested. You seem to know your way around a Jedi's tomb, and I doubt this is just a dead man's intuition.”
“Nur's tomb was untouched, but it was not left untraveled. After we learned of its location, some of us were dispatched to seek out any secret knowledge buried with him. None was found, and so we left all other things unmarred.”
“How generous of you.”
“Stow away petulance and sarcasm; there will be no place for it where we're going.”
“And where are we going?”, the man said, approaching a massive central chamber, where a disc-like form was mounted on a pedestal. “Why am I here?”
“Because you need a symbol. For others, and for yourself. If you truly wish to become something more than what you were before, you need a blade to sever the ties the past of who you once were.”
As the man approached the pedestal, the disc he saw came into clearer view. It was not a disk at all, but a mask or visor of some sort. It was white, with red markings and a thin opening for the eyes. There was more in the room as well; a cuirass and robes, gauntlets and boots and even a weapon.
“And this mask will be your blade.”
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DESCENSION
"Baptism comes by fire. From ashes comes new life, stronger than what came before it. We are all stronger than we know, we all have the power to become greater than what we are. The question faced is finding that person inside us, and then the sacrifices you must make to become him. If the Dark Side of the Force is a path to power beyond the Light, then it is the path worth taking. I had once lived as a Jedi. But I shall dies a Sith."[/fancybox2]
“This will be my final message. The last record of who I am... or I suppose, who I was, now. I've passed beyond the point of return, and neither misplaced passions nor foolhardiness guides my decisions. Not then, not now. Since I was a child, I've always believed myself to be a man of ration. I see a problem, and I look for a solution. And I see them. All the time, I can see them. Multiple paths like a thousand rivers, all flowing toward the same destination. Some... 'rivers', they were shallow. Others flowed slowly, too slowly. Some were too murky, others too round-about toward their destination. The path I've found, the path I've chosen, was clouded. Not unclear, but... darkened. Like mud that obscures springs of water. The flow was strong, the currents straight, but I know where this path will lead me. I will no longer be the man I was; if anything of him remains, he soon will not.
I've formed a pact with a spirit from the netherworld of the Force, one that has somehow defied the claim of Chaos. Now, do I trust him. No, and I never will. But I do trust his intentions. He desires what I desire. He will fight for the same cause as my own, and together, perhaps, we will become something more than whatever we were worth on our own. I'm not delusional, I know what will inevitably happen to me. A man can't walk through fire unscorched, can't pass through water without becoming drenched. I will become what I hate. Perhaps not tomorrow, or a thousand tomorrows after, but this path will end the same as them all that are diverted in this direction. In time, I will undoubtedly fully fall to the Dark Side. In time, I will become the evil I've spent my life fighting, and perhaps become even worse than the evil I'd once sworn repentance from.
I know this sounds like a fool's errand. I know this sounds like... madness. But I've trusted in the Force, always. I've always allowed it to guide me, direct me, even when I didn't know where I'd be led. Even when I didn't know why I was being led in such a way. I didn't make this choice lightly, but I can't help but feel the call. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I also know what I'm doing is right. The Dark Side molds weapons, killers, destroyers. But it is not indiscriminate, at least not inherently. Sith culture, it is indeed self-destructive, but their way is not the only path. And if I'm to be a weapon, then together with this wraith, perhaps we can be aimed. My purpose is his purpose. My... drive, is his drive. My reason for being and his, they are alike, the same. We seek the destruction of an enemy. Our enemy. The only enemy that is to be fought, and the only enemy we shall ever have. We will see it through. We will gain victory. After all, is that now the way of the Sith?”
DESCENSION
"Baptism comes by fire. From ashes comes new life, stronger than what came before it. We are all stronger than we know, we all have the power to become greater than what we are. The question faced is finding that person inside us, and then the sacrifices you must make to become him. If the Dark Side of the Force is a path to power beyond the Light, then it is the path worth taking. I had once lived as a Jedi. But I shall dies a Sith."
—Journal Log [ENTRY DATA UNKNOWN]
“This will be my final message. The last record of who I am... or I suppose, who I was, now. I've passed beyond the point of return, and neither misplaced passions nor foolhardiness guides my decisions. Not then, not now. Since I was a child, I've always believed myself to be a man of ration. I see a problem, and I look for a solution. And I see them. All the time, I can see them. Multiple paths like a thousand rivers, all flowing toward the same destination. Some... 'rivers', they were shallow. Others flowed slowly, too slowly. Some were too murky, others too round-about toward their destination. The path I've found, the path I've chosen, was clouded. Not unclear, but... darkened. Like mud that obscures springs of water. The flow was strong, the currents straight, but I know where this path will lead me. I will no longer be the man I was; if anything of him remains, he soon will not.
I've formed a pact with a spirit from the netherworld of the Force, one that has somehow defied the claim of Chaos. Now, do I trust him. No, and I never will. But I do trust his intentions. He desires what I desire. He will fight for the same cause as my own, and together, perhaps, we will become something more than whatever we were worth on our own. I'm not delusional, I know what will inevitably happen to me. A man can't walk through fire unscorched, can't pass through water without becoming drenched. I will become what I hate. Perhaps not tomorrow, or a thousand tomorrows after, but this path will end the same as them all that are diverted in this direction. In time, I will undoubtedly fully fall to the Dark Side. In time, I will become the evil I've spent my life fighting, and perhaps become even worse than the evil I'd once sworn repentance from.
I know this sounds like a fool's errand. I know this sounds like... madness. But I've trusted in the Force, always. I've always allowed it to guide me, direct me, even when I didn't know where I'd be led. Even when I didn't know why I was being led in such a way. I didn't make this choice lightly, but I can't help but feel the call. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I also know what I'm doing is right. The Dark Side molds weapons, killers, destroyers. But it is not indiscriminate, at least not inherently. Sith culture, it is indeed self-destructive, but their way is not the only path. And if I'm to be a weapon, then together with this wraith, perhaps we can be aimed. My purpose is his purpose. My... drive, is his drive. My reason for being and his, they are alike, the same. We seek the destruction of an enemy. Our enemy. The only enemy that is to be fought, and the only enemy we shall ever have. We will see it through. We will gain victory. After all, is that now the way of the Sith?”
—End of Log
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PROWESS AND APTITUDE
"Step one is to stay alive. Step two is to learn. And step three is to hope you have enough of 'step two' to keep 'step one' going."[/fancybox2]
Taox Rogue has many diverse skills, both of a mundane and metaphysical nature, specifically his abilities as a warrior and an ace fighter pilot. His most notable characteristics initially stemmed from his training in the Jedi Order, being a fully fledged Jedi Master and General in the Army of Light. Many of his other talents came about from his early upbringing and way of life after his Knighthood and redemption. After his possession and eventual sway to the Dark Side of the Force under the alias of Osiris, his experience in wielding the Force expanded greatly.
Taox had always been gifted with the Force, even from a young age. As he developed his gifts, his affinity towards manifesting Force powers were a fundamental element that initiated his deep-rooted temptation with the Dark Side. After initially rejecting its ‘call’, Taox matured even further as a Force user. His development as a wielder of the Force grew exponentially after his fall to the Dark Side and practice of the Sith arts.
Having grown up reliant on mechanical skill and engineering ability, Taox has an assortment of trained skills outside of those honed through the Jedi Arts. This only increased when Taox chose a life of an outcast, learning to survive in the wild and untamed regions of frontier worlds in the galaxy's Outer Rim territories.
PROWESS AND APTITUDE
"Step one is to stay alive. Step two is to learn. And step three is to hope you have enough of 'step two' to keep 'step one' going."
Taox Rogue has many diverse skills, both of a mundane and metaphysical nature, specifically his abilities as a warrior and an ace fighter pilot. His most notable characteristics initially stemmed from his training in the Jedi Order, being a fully fledged Jedi Master and General in the Army of Light. Many of his other talents came about from his early upbringing and way of life after his Knighthood and redemption. After his possession and eventual sway to the Dark Side of the Force under the alias of Osiris, his experience in wielding the Force expanded greatly.
LIGHTSABER PROWESS
Form I: Shii-Cho—The base form from which all Jedi initially learn, Taox is moderately trained in Shii-Cho. Although not his form of choice, he will almost always begin or revert to Shii-Cho is unexpected situations, taking advantage of its 'strength in simplicity'. Of its many maneuvers, Taox often favored the sun djem disarming strike, even when employing other forms. After his fall to the Dark Side as Osiris, Shii-Cho remained his default form for facing the unknown.
Form II: Makashi—Taox is a great admirer of the finesse and grace of Makashi, although has little affinity for it. In spite of that, he did strive to incorporate as many elements from it that he practically could. Precision, economic movements and defenses against disarming were core principals that he prizes and utilized, although he does not adapt much else from it, such as the fluidity of bladework and a focus on footwork. Knowledge of Makashi is Taox's best defense against it, recognizing a practitioner's methods, maneuvers and tactics. Even after becoming a Sith, Osiris never truly delved into the practice of Makashi.
Form III: Soresu—Soresu was once Taox's form of choice, although he later delegated it for a successive form. Tight bladework and the utilization of momentum to minimize energy expenditure were some of his favored tactics from Soresu. Taox is very experienced in Soresu and its defensive maneuvers, although his efforts to mesh Soresu's defenses with Makashi's offenses were less than effective for him. While he still adheres to many of Soresu's techniques and applications, Taox no longer relies on Form III, having come to consider it inefficient for most engagements. As a Sith, Osiris had eventually come to almost abandon the practice of Soresu entirely, in spite of having once so heavily relied upon it.
Form IV: Ataru—No other form has resonated with Taox lesser than Ataru. Although athletic, Taox had never been particularly acrobatic, and Ataru's strengths directly clash with Taox's own; namely, extravagant acrobatics against minimalism and economy of movement. Although he values its aggressive approach and its fast-pace, there is little overall that Taox takes from Ataru that he applies to himself. After choosing to embrace the Dark Side of the Force, Osiris began to utilize aspects of Ataru's acrobatic features, although still minimized its utilization.
Form V: Shien / Djem So—Form IV is Taox's 'bread and butter' form, striking the balance between offensive and defensive principles he'd wanted from Soresu and Makashi, with the advantage of strength that Shii-Cho never supported. The tactics of, not just deflecting, but redirecting attacks, counterattacking and using raw strength to overwhelm his opponents are typically Taox's foundation in combat. Whether against blasters or lightsaber-wielding threats, Taox seldom deviates from Shien or Djem So unless he is suddenly forced into an unknown situation, in which case he reverts back to Shii-Cho. Shien / Djem So is the only form in which Taox can truly be said to have mastered. While transferring his energies and attention to Form VII: Juyo, Form V had consistently remained Osiris' dominant style.
Form VI: Niman—Taox had always seen Niman as the ideal form for almost any Jedi. Moderate in all aspects, as well as the emphasis of incorporating Force usage alongside martial combat, Taox considers Niman to be the evolution of Shii-Cho. Although he integrated several facets of Niman into his personal fighting style, Taox had considered Shii-Cho to be sufficient enough for him to compensate for the unexpected.
Form VII: Juyo—No other form has elicited equal measures of both fascination and fear from Taox as Juyo. In his brief time as a practitioner, Juyo had resonated with Taox so harmoniously, he'd initially and fully intended for it to become his primary form, replacing Form V: Shien/Djem So. However, following his scarring experience with the Dark Side of the Force, Taox could no longer feel comfortable embracing Juyo’s raw intensity. While he takes some of it's principles as being of practical value, such as unpredictability and it's extreme emotional control, Taox no longer even trusts himself to practice Juyo. Since his ascension as a Jedi General, Taox has slowly begun to tap into Juyo once more, although only executes it in the most necessary of circumstances. After becoming Osiris and joining the Sith Order, Osiris has practiced the form almost exclusively.
Form II: Makashi—Taox is a great admirer of the finesse and grace of Makashi, although has little affinity for it. In spite of that, he did strive to incorporate as many elements from it that he practically could. Precision, economic movements and defenses against disarming were core principals that he prizes and utilized, although he does not adapt much else from it, such as the fluidity of bladework and a focus on footwork. Knowledge of Makashi is Taox's best defense against it, recognizing a practitioner's methods, maneuvers and tactics. Even after becoming a Sith, Osiris never truly delved into the practice of Makashi.
Form III: Soresu—Soresu was once Taox's form of choice, although he later delegated it for a successive form. Tight bladework and the utilization of momentum to minimize energy expenditure were some of his favored tactics from Soresu. Taox is very experienced in Soresu and its defensive maneuvers, although his efforts to mesh Soresu's defenses with Makashi's offenses were less than effective for him. While he still adheres to many of Soresu's techniques and applications, Taox no longer relies on Form III, having come to consider it inefficient for most engagements. As a Sith, Osiris had eventually come to almost abandon the practice of Soresu entirely, in spite of having once so heavily relied upon it.
Form IV: Ataru—No other form has resonated with Taox lesser than Ataru. Although athletic, Taox had never been particularly acrobatic, and Ataru's strengths directly clash with Taox's own; namely, extravagant acrobatics against minimalism and economy of movement. Although he values its aggressive approach and its fast-pace, there is little overall that Taox takes from Ataru that he applies to himself. After choosing to embrace the Dark Side of the Force, Osiris began to utilize aspects of Ataru's acrobatic features, although still minimized its utilization.
Form V: Shien / Djem So—Form IV is Taox's 'bread and butter' form, striking the balance between offensive and defensive principles he'd wanted from Soresu and Makashi, with the advantage of strength that Shii-Cho never supported. The tactics of, not just deflecting, but redirecting attacks, counterattacking and using raw strength to overwhelm his opponents are typically Taox's foundation in combat. Whether against blasters or lightsaber-wielding threats, Taox seldom deviates from Shien or Djem So unless he is suddenly forced into an unknown situation, in which case he reverts back to Shii-Cho. Shien / Djem So is the only form in which Taox can truly be said to have mastered. While transferring his energies and attention to Form VII: Juyo, Form V had consistently remained Osiris' dominant style.
Form VI: Niman—Taox had always seen Niman as the ideal form for almost any Jedi. Moderate in all aspects, as well as the emphasis of incorporating Force usage alongside martial combat, Taox considers Niman to be the evolution of Shii-Cho. Although he integrated several facets of Niman into his personal fighting style, Taox had considered Shii-Cho to be sufficient enough for him to compensate for the unexpected.
Form VII: Juyo—No other form has elicited equal measures of both fascination and fear from Taox as Juyo. In his brief time as a practitioner, Juyo had resonated with Taox so harmoniously, he'd initially and fully intended for it to become his primary form, replacing Form V: Shien/Djem So. However, following his scarring experience with the Dark Side of the Force, Taox could no longer feel comfortable embracing Juyo’s raw intensity. While he takes some of it's principles as being of practical value, such as unpredictability and it's extreme emotional control, Taox no longer even trusts himself to practice Juyo. Since his ascension as a Jedi General, Taox has slowly begun to tap into Juyo once more, although only executes it in the most necessary of circumstances. After becoming Osiris and joining the Sith Order, Osiris has practiced the form almost exclusively.
FORCE APTITUDE
Taox had always been gifted with the Force, even from a young age. As he developed his gifts, his affinity towards manifesting Force powers were a fundamental element that initiated his deep-rooted temptation with the Dark Side. After initially rejecting its ‘call’, Taox matured even further as a Force user. His development as a wielder of the Force grew exponentially after his fall to the Dark Side and practice of the Sith arts.
Acrobatics—Osiris is naturally athletic, and uses the Force to bolster his capabilities in this regard. That said, he is not especially acrobatic. While he can and frequently does use the Force to bolster his natural speed, strength, resilience or jumping capacity to superhuman magnitudes, he seldom, if ever, engages in extravagant movements, particularly flipping or somersaulting. Osiris is more prone to deflect an attack, as opposed to quickening his body and reflexes to outright dodge them. A leading factor of this is his rooted style of fighting; Osiris prefers being grounded over being nimble, to increase his overall stability. Through necessity, however, Osiris had learned to adapt to various situations as he is required, and is more willing to adopt acrobatic measures if it suits his needs. This was even further practiced after Osiris began looking at Ataru more seriously.
Energy Manipulation—Energy manipulation was always a peculiarity for Taox; he has natural talent, but very limited abilities regarding the manifestation or manipulation of energies, Force-related or otherwise. On one occasion, Taox managed to use the Force to reactivate a thermal generator and to shut a droid down with a touch. During his near-total fall into being a Dark Jedi, Taox was able to conjure Force Lightning from his fingertips on at least one occasion, and several times demonstrated the ability to absorb raw energy, such as electricity in an open circuit. Since his redemption, Taox very seldom and cautiously utilized the Force to manipulate raw energies due to his hesitance of unintentionally tapping into the Dark Side. Consequently, his abilities in this field are limited. After becoming a Jedi General, Taox had begun to carefully delve into energy manipulation once more, largely using the Force to activate or deactivate electronic equipment. However, he has also attained the ability to absorb non-concentrated energy, such as the heat within an object or electricity in an open circuit. After training as a Sith Inquisitor, Osiris greatly developed his powers of manipulating energy, able to cast true Sith Lightning, pyrokinesis and perform Tutaminis, albeit not against a lightsaber.
Telekinesis—Osiris is a strong telekinetic with an inborn aptitude for finessed control. Even while a youth, Taox was capable of manipulating multiple objects at once, and was capable of making a security droid's head explode during his Dark Side exodus. Nevertheless, Taox more often uses his telekinesis as a blunt instrument, such as pummeling doors or creating a 'telekinetic pressure' to subdue hostiles without killing or permanently harming them. Taox had continued to train his telekinetic powers since his ascension to the rank of General and fall to the Dark side, and had even shown himself capable of creating a suppressing telekinetic field to subdue individuals, emulating the effects of increasing gravity.
Healing—In spite of being a survivalist, Taox has very little skill in mending wounds through the Force, and often preferred more mundane methods of self-preservation. While he was stated as having a stronger resistance to disease and toxins due to his Force-bolstered conditioning, he hasn't the skill to heal either himself or anyone else in any real or practical capacity. Simply put, Taox is not a healer. Taox's skills in this regard had slightly improved through necessity. Most notably during his duel with the Sith Lord Darth Cipher, Taox has learned to rapidly clot his own wounds, preventing himself from bleeding out from deep flesh wounds until he can attain proper medical attention. After his own conversion to the Sith, Osiris' abilities in healing were utterly stunted.
Status Effects—Taox originally had little-to-no skill or knowledge at all with altering or manipulating the status of other sentient beings. After his redemption to the Light Side, however, Taox fully embraced this venue of the Force for being the ideal tactic of non-aggressive confrontations. His abilities are very polarized, when it comes to this field of Force studies; Taox initially had no aptitude in altering the mind-state of others, for good or for ill, nor is he adept at using the Force to 'wash' himself into a calm state, resist the debilitating effects of pain, or to mentally or emotionally bolster others. He is, however, capable of phasing his body through solid matter, if given enough uninterrupted time to concentrate beforehand, and can 'freeze' the minds of others, under similar conditions, linking to his improved telepathic powers. Taox also attained the skill to use the Force to give him traction on nearly any surface, allowing him to attach to ceilings or walls without inertia.
Trances—Trances are arguably the most valued Force field of study that Taox prized, as it was what he believed made possible his break away from the Dark Side. Through meditation, Taox can often achieve the inner-peace necessary for the Jedi that he cannot attain through the field of Status Effects. In addition, Osiris also uses trances to enhance the performance of his own Force powers, albeit only when he is either well concealed or defended, and for obvious reasons. While meditating in a trance, Osiris is vulnerable to almost any worldly danger, making this a preferred tactic when he is undetected or already out of harm's way.
Sense—A moderately honed field for Taox, Sense-aspect Force powers came relatively easy to him. Although he had some level of ability to augment his natural senses, such as sight, hearing or touch, it was his capacity for precognitive warnings is honed from experience. Due to his frequent isolation in the wilds of the galaxy, Taox's 'danger sense' is keen and sharp. In spite of this, he does not have the aptitude for Force Visions, and has only partial abilities in clairvoyance. While he has an uncanny ability to find items or locations otherwise obscured, it does not function with him in finding people. Taox also lacks the ability to see deep into the future or looking into possible courses of events. Illusions are also a Force ability that is beyond him, although he is capable of 'shrouding' himself from the minds of others, due to practice against wild animals and beasts that happen upon him, and of mimicking sounds he has heard and recalled from times before. Even as the Sith Osiris, his progression with his senses remained largely unchanged.
Telepathy—Formerly one of Taox's more limited fields is Telepathy, or mental manipulations. While capable of telepathic communication with other willing Force-sensitives, Taox has little skill with Telepathy in any other regard. This extends not only to knowledge, but of aptitude; Taox is simply not a naturally skilled telepath. To circumvent his ability to utilize extensive Telepathy, Taox has instead trained himself to detect, and thereby resist, its effects when altered to it. Even the famous 'mind tricks' are only possible by him through strenuous efforts. Since his joining the Army of Light, and through great effort and practice, Taox has circumvented his lack of affinity, greatly increasing his telepathic prowess. Most notably, Taox has become talented with melding his mind with other willing Force-sensitives, merging their consciousnesses and sensory information. Taox has also learned to telepathically shut down the minds of others, albeit with concentration, and can even extract information from unprotected minds, with the same circumstances of the former. These powers have greatly progressed after his training with the Sith Inquisition.
Energy Manipulation—Energy manipulation was always a peculiarity for Taox; he has natural talent, but very limited abilities regarding the manifestation or manipulation of energies, Force-related or otherwise. On one occasion, Taox managed to use the Force to reactivate a thermal generator and to shut a droid down with a touch. During his near-total fall into being a Dark Jedi, Taox was able to conjure Force Lightning from his fingertips on at least one occasion, and several times demonstrated the ability to absorb raw energy, such as electricity in an open circuit. Since his redemption, Taox very seldom and cautiously utilized the Force to manipulate raw energies due to his hesitance of unintentionally tapping into the Dark Side. Consequently, his abilities in this field are limited. After becoming a Jedi General, Taox had begun to carefully delve into energy manipulation once more, largely using the Force to activate or deactivate electronic equipment. However, he has also attained the ability to absorb non-concentrated energy, such as the heat within an object or electricity in an open circuit. After training as a Sith Inquisitor, Osiris greatly developed his powers of manipulating energy, able to cast true Sith Lightning, pyrokinesis and perform Tutaminis, albeit not against a lightsaber.
Telekinesis—Osiris is a strong telekinetic with an inborn aptitude for finessed control. Even while a youth, Taox was capable of manipulating multiple objects at once, and was capable of making a security droid's head explode during his Dark Side exodus. Nevertheless, Taox more often uses his telekinesis as a blunt instrument, such as pummeling doors or creating a 'telekinetic pressure' to subdue hostiles without killing or permanently harming them. Taox had continued to train his telekinetic powers since his ascension to the rank of General and fall to the Dark side, and had even shown himself capable of creating a suppressing telekinetic field to subdue individuals, emulating the effects of increasing gravity.
Healing—In spite of being a survivalist, Taox has very little skill in mending wounds through the Force, and often preferred more mundane methods of self-preservation. While he was stated as having a stronger resistance to disease and toxins due to his Force-bolstered conditioning, he hasn't the skill to heal either himself or anyone else in any real or practical capacity. Simply put, Taox is not a healer. Taox's skills in this regard had slightly improved through necessity. Most notably during his duel with the Sith Lord Darth Cipher, Taox has learned to rapidly clot his own wounds, preventing himself from bleeding out from deep flesh wounds until he can attain proper medical attention. After his own conversion to the Sith, Osiris' abilities in healing were utterly stunted.
Status Effects—Taox originally had little-to-no skill or knowledge at all with altering or manipulating the status of other sentient beings. After his redemption to the Light Side, however, Taox fully embraced this venue of the Force for being the ideal tactic of non-aggressive confrontations. His abilities are very polarized, when it comes to this field of Force studies; Taox initially had no aptitude in altering the mind-state of others, for good or for ill, nor is he adept at using the Force to 'wash' himself into a calm state, resist the debilitating effects of pain, or to mentally or emotionally bolster others. He is, however, capable of phasing his body through solid matter, if given enough uninterrupted time to concentrate beforehand, and can 'freeze' the minds of others, under similar conditions, linking to his improved telepathic powers. Taox also attained the skill to use the Force to give him traction on nearly any surface, allowing him to attach to ceilings or walls without inertia.
Trances—Trances are arguably the most valued Force field of study that Taox prized, as it was what he believed made possible his break away from the Dark Side. Through meditation, Taox can often achieve the inner-peace necessary for the Jedi that he cannot attain through the field of Status Effects. In addition, Osiris also uses trances to enhance the performance of his own Force powers, albeit only when he is either well concealed or defended, and for obvious reasons. While meditating in a trance, Osiris is vulnerable to almost any worldly danger, making this a preferred tactic when he is undetected or already out of harm's way.
Sense—A moderately honed field for Taox, Sense-aspect Force powers came relatively easy to him. Although he had some level of ability to augment his natural senses, such as sight, hearing or touch, it was his capacity for precognitive warnings is honed from experience. Due to his frequent isolation in the wilds of the galaxy, Taox's 'danger sense' is keen and sharp. In spite of this, he does not have the aptitude for Force Visions, and has only partial abilities in clairvoyance. While he has an uncanny ability to find items or locations otherwise obscured, it does not function with him in finding people. Taox also lacks the ability to see deep into the future or looking into possible courses of events. Illusions are also a Force ability that is beyond him, although he is capable of 'shrouding' himself from the minds of others, due to practice against wild animals and beasts that happen upon him, and of mimicking sounds he has heard and recalled from times before. Even as the Sith Osiris, his progression with his senses remained largely unchanged.
Telepathy—Formerly one of Taox's more limited fields is Telepathy, or mental manipulations. While capable of telepathic communication with other willing Force-sensitives, Taox has little skill with Telepathy in any other regard. This extends not only to knowledge, but of aptitude; Taox is simply not a naturally skilled telepath. To circumvent his ability to utilize extensive Telepathy, Taox has instead trained himself to detect, and thereby resist, its effects when altered to it. Even the famous 'mind tricks' are only possible by him through strenuous efforts. Since his joining the Army of Light, and through great effort and practice, Taox has circumvented his lack of affinity, greatly increasing his telepathic prowess. Most notably, Taox has become talented with melding his mind with other willing Force-sensitives, merging their consciousnesses and sensory information. Taox has also learned to telepathically shut down the minds of others, albeit with concentration, and can even extract information from unprotected minds, with the same circumstances of the former. These powers have greatly progressed after his training with the Sith Inquisition.
MISCELLANEOUS
Having grown up reliant on mechanical skill and engineering ability, Taox has an assortment of trained skills outside of those honed through the Jedi Arts. This only increased when Taox chose a life of an outcast, learning to survive in the wild and untamed regions of frontier worlds in the galaxy's Outer Rim territories.
Polyglot—Taox is well learned in understanding, and even speaking, a number of languages. This includes Basic, Ubese, Huttese, Bocce (NOTHIAN DIALECT), and a very efficient degree of Mando'a. He is also capable of understanding Shyriiwook and Droidspeak as well. After his possession by the Sith spirit Tâshurhak, Osiris innately attained his knowledge of the ancient Sith Speech, both the Balc and the Old Tongue dialects. He also gained a proxy understanding of Umbarese, Vahla, Yinchorii, Mirialan and Voss.
Mechanical Skills—Having been born and raised in space, Taox learned about engineering from a very young age. Although he did not remain in that venue of life for long, having joined the Jedi Order, much of that knowledge stayed with him. Whether working on ships, droids or components, Taox is a talented mechanic and technician. This was further emphasized through Taox customizing his own Jedi starfighter from scratch, modified to his specific specifications and to more fully compliment his piloting style and preferences.
Survivalist—Having chose to largely live off the 'worlds' he comes across in his travels, Taox is a survivalist that was 'baptized-by-fire'. Due to most of his knowledge being in survival in space, learning how to fend for himself in wild conditions forced Taox to develop his ability to survive on limited means, utilizing nature around him for sustenance, medicinal purposes, and protection from the elements. Taox also honed his ability to use stealth, sharpen his skills of observation and awareness, and increase his endurance and stamina. Life on his own, frequently in stressful or dangerous situations, also strengthened his mental and emotional fortitude, along with his willpower. It was these honed skills and instincts that later served Taox well after becoming Osiris, and living on his own in the Korribanian wastes.
Marksmanship—Due to Taox living in the wilds, and to minimize the chance of him becoming a disturbing presence, Taox took to utilizing the energy bow over his lightsaber, unless the situation demanded it of him. In spite of not being a naturally gifted marksman, from this reliance and persistence, Taox gradually became a disciplined archer, capable of diffusing most threats common dangers and threats without having to resort to his lightsaber. Even though he ceased utilizing his lightbow as a Sith, Osiris maintained his skills as a marksman.
Aviator—Taox is a pilot, like nearly all members of his family. Being spaceborn, navigating a ship was almost a requirement as opposed to a skill one had the option of indulging. Due to his traversing planets, even after his appointment as a Jedi Knight, Taox's skills as a pilot had never waned or diminished, and he still remains a talented aviator to this day. Since officially joining the Army of Light, Taox had an increased role in the starfighter corps of the Jedi Order, sharpening his skills even further; since his entering the war, as did his coordination with others in such combative situations. This prowess as a fighter pilot persisted as a Sith, as part of Inferno Squadron.
Mechanical Skills—Having been born and raised in space, Taox learned about engineering from a very young age. Although he did not remain in that venue of life for long, having joined the Jedi Order, much of that knowledge stayed with him. Whether working on ships, droids or components, Taox is a talented mechanic and technician. This was further emphasized through Taox customizing his own Jedi starfighter from scratch, modified to his specific specifications and to more fully compliment his piloting style and preferences.
Survivalist—Having chose to largely live off the 'worlds' he comes across in his travels, Taox is a survivalist that was 'baptized-by-fire'. Due to most of his knowledge being in survival in space, learning how to fend for himself in wild conditions forced Taox to develop his ability to survive on limited means, utilizing nature around him for sustenance, medicinal purposes, and protection from the elements. Taox also honed his ability to use stealth, sharpen his skills of observation and awareness, and increase his endurance and stamina. Life on his own, frequently in stressful or dangerous situations, also strengthened his mental and emotional fortitude, along with his willpower. It was these honed skills and instincts that later served Taox well after becoming Osiris, and living on his own in the Korribanian wastes.
Marksmanship—Due to Taox living in the wilds, and to minimize the chance of him becoming a disturbing presence, Taox took to utilizing the energy bow over his lightsaber, unless the situation demanded it of him. In spite of not being a naturally gifted marksman, from this reliance and persistence, Taox gradually became a disciplined archer, capable of diffusing most threats common dangers and threats without having to resort to his lightsaber. Even though he ceased utilizing his lightbow as a Sith, Osiris maintained his skills as a marksman.
Aviator—Taox is a pilot, like nearly all members of his family. Being spaceborn, navigating a ship was almost a requirement as opposed to a skill one had the option of indulging. Due to his traversing planets, even after his appointment as a Jedi Knight, Taox's skills as a pilot had never waned or diminished, and he still remains a talented aviator to this day. Since officially joining the Army of Light, Taox had an increased role in the starfighter corps of the Jedi Order, sharpening his skills even further; since his entering the war, as did his coordination with others in such combative situations. This prowess as a fighter pilot persisted as a Sith, as part of Inferno Squadron.
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WEAPONS AND EQUIPMENT
"Freedom is my greatest possession. And what I carry keeps it my right."[/fancybox2]
As both a Jedi and a Sith with limited means, Osiris has very few possessions to his name. However, what he does have, he frequently keeps in as pristine condition as he can, to ensure its longevity.
WEAPONS AND EQUIPMENT
"Freedom is my greatest possession. And what I carry keeps it my right."
As both a Jedi and a Sith with limited means, Osiris has very few possessions to his name. However, what he does have, he frequently keeps in as pristine condition as he can, to ensure its longevity.
Númenor—Taox wields a crossguard lightsaber, specifically designed for combat against other lightsaber-wielders. Unlike the standard hilt, crossguard lightsaber emitted three blades, a primary blade and two quillons, which were essentially raw power vents. The quillons themselves were tributaries of the main blade, created by an array of focusing crystal activators to split the energy from the lightsaber crystal. Emitter shrouds were used on each of the lateral vents, which protruded outward to to protect the wielder's hands from harm, either from lightsaber that become 'locked', or to prevent the wielder's own hand from rising too far up the hilt. Taox’s has named his lightsaber “Númenor”, which meant “Hawkmoon” in the Nothian dialect of Bocce. After becoming Osiris, Númenor was abandoned in the Synagogue of Terak Nur.
Derriphan—Taken from the Synagogue of Terak Nur, Osiris claimed the double-bladed lightsaber as an additional means of purging his former identity. Although initially a strange weapon for him to adapt to, Osiris was able to gain finesse with the weapon through the coalesced knowledge from Tâshurhak. Once claimed from himself, Osiris, influenced greatly by Tâshurhak, named the weapon “Derriphan” after a Sith deity, which meant “Devourer” in the Old Tongue of the Sith. Originally housing a blue Kyber crystal, Osiris eventually bled the crystal, turning it a deep crimson red.
Survival Knife—Because he habitually lives on the wild frontier worlds of the galaxy’s Outer Rim, Taox scavenges, forages and hunts to acquire sustenance. Whether for skinning a wild animal for its pelt, preparing it for food, severing fruits and vegetation from vines, root and limbs or any other qualifying purpose, Taox always keeps his knife on hand and around his belt. Sharp, sturdy and stainless, Taox’s survival knife is crafted from obsidian, giving it an ebonic appearance, with a mullinine edge. Even after becoming Osiris, the survival knife never left his person.
Chirikyât—A broken Sith warblade made toward the end of the first Age of the Sith, “Chirikyât” was a black sword, named after the Sith deity which translated to “He Who Causes Them to Throb and Tremble in Fear” in the Old Tongue of the Sith. Created by the Dark Lord of Malachor, Darth Vyseron, Tâshurhak was the original wielder of the weapon as a Sith Assassin. The weapon was ultimately destroyed during the event known as the Scourge of Malachor, although in the cataclysm, the spirit of Tâshurhak became bound to the weapon out of his seething hatred and desire for vengeance. Tâshurhak's spirit remained restless with the weapon for several millennia, until Taox Rogue led the Jedi military campaign on Malachor during the war and became possessed by the weapon upon claiming it. Although no longer overpowering Taox, possession of the weapon has eventually enabled Tâshurhak to wield tremendous influence, ultimately swaying Taox to the Dark Side and even swearing allegiance with the Sith. Consequently, Osiris never removes Chirikyât from his person. In turn, Tâshurhak's spirit is constnatly bound to Osiris.
Omen's Howl—The Omen's Howl was Taox Rogue's personal starfighter. Modified to capitalize on his preference in space combat, the Omen's Howl was originally a stock fighter that was extensively retrofitted to serve as Taox's ideal tactical strikefighter. Outfitted with a Class-7 hyperdrive, a repulsorlift engine for fighting in-atmosphere, defensive flares, an alusteel frame and a shield generator, the Omen's Howl was also armed with standard homing proton torpedo launchers, laser cannons and numerous maneuvering thrusters, making it ideal for starfighter dogfighting. (Tactical equivalent of Antarian Interceptor)
Dúnedain—His alternative weapon of choice as a Jedi Justicar, Taox once wielded an energy bow, known as a ‘lightbow’, in the place of his lightsaber to more easily disable hostiles without lethal force, but also to avoid quick identification as being a Jedi Knight. The reason for this is the somewhat unpredictable response he can receive upon others discovering him being a Jedi at all. To avoid potential situations, Taox ordinarily makes his way by using the energy bow as his weapon or tool, wielding his lightsaber only when necessary. Taox had named his lightbow “Dúnedain”, which meant “Skyfall” in the Nothian dialect of Bocce. After falling to the Dark Side and adopting the persona of Osiris, Dúnedain was placed within the Synagogue of Terak Nur.
Ancient Armor—Ancient armor worn by Terak Nur, forged from Obsidian and titanium, and adorned with molten aurodium into the carved chestplate, the ancient armor of the Jedi Shadow Terak Nur was claimed by Osiris under the influence of Tâshurhak. Protective in the practical sense while also perserving the anonimity he so desired, the ancient armor became the proverbial face of Osiris' identity.
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