Durzan Vara

[Rom]

Durzan Vara​

Biographical information

Homeworld
Born
Barab 1
6413 BBY

Physical description

Species
Gender
Height
Weight
Hair color
Eye color

Barabel
Male
2.3 meters
110 kilograms
None
Silver, Yellow (Dark Side corruption)

Political information

Affiliations
NPC(s)
The Old Empire
None

BIOGRAPHY

Durzan Vara was born twenty-five years before the Outbreak of the Great Galactic War in the warrens and tunnels of Barab 1. The eldest of three hatchmates born to Clan Vara's shaman, Durzan spent the formative years of his life training in the shamanistic arts of his people during the long hours when his people were forced to hide within the catacombs or risk being poisoned by the daystar. When darkness came and the surface cooled, he and his sisters joined the Clan warriors on raids into other clans territory and hunting to keep the Vara fed and supplied. Far stronger than his siblings at invoking the Spirits, Durzan quickly found himself placed into a position of prominence as a warleader, using his abilities to call down lightning from the raging storms above or hurl enemy warriors from the slopes into the surging floods below. Clan Vara prospered, and at the age of eighteen Durzan was Chieftain in all but name... until the night that the void-warriors came down from the stars during a pivotal battle between Clan Vara and Clan Drekthar. Riding great birds of shining ore and wielding weapons that spit fire from their hands, the black-clad beings decimating both sides indiscriminately. The beings at the fore of the invaders were monstrously powerful, one wielding a sword of flame that cut through the Barabels weapons with a single stroke and the other calling on the Spirits without song or ceremony, creating devastation with a mere gesture.

The blade-wielding warrior advanced on the survivors, and with a single stroke, Sabe and Bela fell - the spirit bond tying the hatchmates together severing so forcefully that it struck Durzan like a Durgolisk. He could feel his rage building, his hate for these god-like beings from the stars growing beyond anything he had ever known, and at that moment he cast aside every mantra he had ever been taught and broke the taboo; he invoked the will of The Hungry One. The war-leader of Clan Vara chanted as he stalked forward, the darkness surging within and around him as he gave himself fully to the whispers of the dark spirit, a red haze clouding all but the flame-sword wielding warrior from his sight. Durzan felt as if he were a spectator watching his body move, stone cracking beneath his clawed feet and hurling forward to batter the warrior and forks of lightning lashed from the sky, corralling the dark warrior against the cliff face. He called out something to his companion, voice high and hands shaking with fear, but the cold response was drowned out by the feral roar of Durzan.

When Durzan was once again aware of himself he was crouched over the mauled body of the void-warrior, scales and fangs slick with red blood and his belly full to bursting. The burning sword had extinguished itself, leaving only a strange hilt in its place, and the moment Durzan attempted to reach for it his body went airborne and froze in place as if grasped by the great hand of the Hungry One, completely paralyzed. The dark shaman from the stars stepped forward and Durzan tried to scream as cold tendrils buried into his mind, but his lungs could not draw the air nor could his mouth open. The frayed remnants of his hatchmate bond crumbled into nothingness as the being continued to root through his mind, and at the moment he was sure that death would claim him Durzan was thrown to the ground and the Shaman spoke in the tongue of the Barabel, his lips and tongue unable to form all of the words but his meaning was clear and his tone allowed no argument or question.

"I am Sith. You are strong, stronger than Gaius ever was. You will be Sith as well. Come."

Looking back over the field of slain warriors and hunters, despondent eyes lingering on his sisters, Durzan knew that if he returned to Vara's warren he would be slain for this utter defeat. Shame burning in his heart, Durzan turned away from the sight of his failure and slowly followed the other Shaman toward the ore birds, pausing only to summon the strange hilt and his own starmetal dagger to his hands without uttering a word.

PERSONALITY AND TRAITS

Before being removed from his homeworld, Durzan was a charismatic figure in his Clan with many mate petitions and an ability to naturally inspire his fellow warriors. He joked easily in his own tongue alongside his sisters, sissing laughter always echoing in the twisting tunnels and caverns they called home. After the slaughter and his journey into the Great Void, Durzan devoted himself to growing stronger in the power his new teacher called The Force, so that he may one day claim vengeance for his clan. Jardon Vrel, the Sith he now called Master, encouraged his thirst for vengeance; rewarding him with the names and locations of the soldiers who took part in the attack on his Clan so that he could hunt them and extract his blood price. His ultimate quest for vengeance against his Master was foiled when Jardon died during the glassing of Medriaas.

Durzan has emerged from the shadows as a Sith Acolyte, trained to serve as his masters' personal enforcer and attack akk-dog, with no master to serve and no real desire to find a new one. For the first time in seven years the Barabel was free to choose his own path, and while he did not know which path he would take, he knew that it would inevitably be a path to power.


SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Durzan is a powerful warrior, wielding both conventional weapons as well as the Force, and retains the skills in tracking and survival ingrained into his being from his youth. After leaving Barab 1 Durzan was trained in lightsaber combat and how to control the will of the Hungry One, what his master called the Dark Side. He was also given a crash course in Galactic Basic, piloting, and marksmanship, so as to better serve Master Vrel's interests.


Equipment:

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  • (1x) Red Double-bladed Lightsaber
  • (1x) Red Curved-hilt Lightsaber(hidden)
  • (1x) Blaster Pistol
  • (1x) Commlink
  • (1x) Personal Armor [Generic Tech Post forthcoming]
  • (1x) 2B-Series Protocol Droid "Drex"

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[Wit]

Is the lightning he called down figurative or literal lightning? That's a little beyond level 1 Force powers. If it's the latter then it'll need toning down, level 1s can do stuff like sparks.

 

[Rom]

Figurative, the sparks he can manage are impressive to his culture but obviously would be laughed at by any Sith worth his salt. Was trying something new with a half-narrative bio, sorry for not making that clear.

 

[Wit]

Ahh, cool. In which case, Approved!