Amon Maion

[Xyrael]

Nothing feels so true, so enjoyable, as fulfilling desire. The desire to kill, the desire to rape, the desire for excess. Pain, pleasure, murder, these are my Master's, they drive me, they satiate the hunger I feel within.

Have you ever felt anything so sweet as the sensation of adrenaline surging through your veins, the heart succumbing to fear, the notion that what you're doing is wrong? Have you ever killed a child just to feel the tingle in your fingers hearing the mother scream, feel the excitement as you sever her from her pitiful existence. Do you, too, enjoy the thick taste of iron from sanguine wine, a regretfully powerful ambrosia that splashes across your face when you fulfill your passion?

No, you couldn't understand. They call me mad, they make me restrain myself. They feed me with hate, self-loathing, they give me fury. Such fury. I would kill them all if not for the joy I feel when I release myself, when I gleefully dance macabre to the cacophonous symphony of carnage and fear. Oh, refrain, separate from the joy, splendid release. I know their mind, they deprive me, enhance the passion. Oh how lovely the ravening mind.

They see me as weak, but they can not deny my potential. A darkness infests me, a blackened scourge across my heart. Mad, they call me. MAD! HAH! They deny themselves the excitement and thrill. But I hold back, no, they can not know. They'd deny me, cast me out. But I only seek to learn, to find new ways to indulge my desire.

Can you remember the first time you felt it? Oh, to plunge the knife between the ribs. Wedge it in deep, feel the sinews resist and falter. The chest rises and it collapses, and the crimson spills forth slowly at first. The scream sets your soul alight and in that moment you can not deny the sensation.

As a child they tried to contain me, give me drugs, make me hide from myself. How many nights did I sit there in darkness, stark walls staring at me, mocking me. I saw them and within their emptiness I could see myself, empty. The wardens saw me for what I truly was, they feared me, they knew that I escaped from my prison at night, stalking the corridors and watching them. I tried to stab them, but no, it did not work. They watched me with the same hate and loathing that I watched them with. They wanted to kill me, I know. I saw it. In their eyes. Watching me, waiting.

I remember the first time I felt the power. It wrapped around the neck of the guard as he beat me, it strangled him. It made him stop, gave me the opportunity to rip at his face with my teeth. It spoke to me, seduced me with my fantasies and told me about itself. I was only ten. My family, they wanted to shelter me. They took me away from the facility, they thought they could keep me safe. They thought they could fix me. Fix. FIX FIX FIX. No, you can't FIX me. Haha, I fixed them. I fixed the entire house, I made it beautiful. I felt the excitement, I heard the power speak to me, tell me to run. They were coming for me now.

Run, yes, I ran. Ran into freedom, I explored myself, I learned to contain myself, if only to build the excitement before the slaughter. A wolf in sheeps clothing, it wasn't long before I left.

And then I found those most like me. Give in to your hate, your emotions, they say. I have given in, yes I have. Given in to my excitement, the rush of being... naughty. Mmmmm, it took too long to realize this. Too long to be found. Too long to be admired! Oh, but you'll see! Yes, you'll see!

Come, see, maddening, I know how to fix you too!


Rank: Acolyte
Species: Human?
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Height: 1.88cm (6'1")
Weight: 92kg (200 lbs.)
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin: Pale White

Biography: Amon Maion was born on Axxila to Arieh and Melek Maion, a modestly wealthy family. By age 6, Amon was diagnosed with severe psychosis and a number of other disorders. At age 10, Amon first began to exhibit Force powers, though his family was reluctant send him to the Jedi academy because of his psychological disorders. Fearing that he would be assigned to the Agricultural Corps, deprived of his family, he was instead kept in school. By age 12 his family was discovered slaughtered, flayed skin draping the furniture, bloody eating utensils lying around the floor. An investigation was launched but Amon was not discovered. A series of murders plagued Axxila for several years, and by age 21 Amon killed a shuttle pilot and his cargo while en route to Hutt space. Records of Amon during this period are lost, but it is known that he resurfaced shortly after the attack on Bastion to present himself to the Sith for training.

Personality: Though Amon keeps his emotions captive and presents a strangely, perhaps awkwardly, austere exterior, inside his mind is sheer chaos. He is as prone to imagining slaughtering the man giving him orders as he is to fantasizing about how they could be executed. Outbursts of insanity and logical discontinuity as he dances from one topic to another.

Spoiler: STATS

STR:
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This Acolyte is not the strongest of his kind. He prefers to manipulate the Force or use finesse to bring down his foe, luring and deceiving before counter-attacking. He'd much prefer to do heavy lifting with his mind than with muscles.
DEX:
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Though Amon is quite lithe and agile, this is more practically dancing than dodging strikes.
CON:
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Insanity and delusions are a good way to hide reality, which means that sometimes you forget you're missing an arm. It's just a flesh wound!
INT:
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Amon is painfully intelligent, with a ruthless and cold mind that somehow can determine just how best to kill someone.
WIS:
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Most of Amon's experiences have been driven by insanity and delusions. You probably don't want to trust Amon when he comes up with an idea.
CHA:
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Being absolutely crazy makes it difficult to make friend or gain respect. Any respect Amon gains will be through sheer ability, and not charismatic speaking.

FORCE POWERS:
Control:
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Sense:
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Alter:
|||||||||| Force Blinding
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|||||||||| Mind Trick
|||||||||| Telekinesis

SKILLS:
TBD.

Spoiler: THEME (Warning: Extremely Graphic, Mild Nudity)

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[Insanity]

Chronicles Of Riddick cameo!

Seriously, though... v.v

 

[Xyrael]

Hey Vaako wasn't a loon, I actually got the idea more from Slaanesh tbh ;)

 

[Zach]

An acolyte trained in Force Concealment is very uncommon, especially one that is as psychotic as Amon. He seems to have a lot of mental illnesses, but the most being his chaotic violence towards his family. Without formal Force training, or even knowing how to control his abilities as an Acolyte, he probably wouldn't be able to hide his presence or alignment.

The biography could be extended to elaborate his childhood, as a display of his psychotic behavior, or to describe what he went through with rubber-room doctors, perhaps. When he runs away, there is little of where he was or what he did, other than the exact moment of killing a pilot and taking (killing?) his cargo. Also, I don't remember an attack on Bastion in the timeline, unless it's something included in the Story background.

 

[Xyrael]

Well, not an attack as much as a Sith takeover of the Empire to establish the Imperium. As I recall that occurred around a decade ago IC'ly. If that's wrong I'll fix it.

I'll fix concealment, that's my bad, and work on some childhood background, maybe add that into the first person perspective. And yeah, I don't think stealth will be his deal until he receives better training, and even then it'd be flimsy.

Thanks for the comments I'll get to work on it!