Lucious Viti'te - The High Arcanist

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"The question isn't who is going to let me; The question is who's going to stop me."​

Lucious Viti'te


Name: Lucious Viti'te

Faction: Lords of the Sith

Rank: Knight Equivalent

Class: Sorcerer

Homeworld: Unknown

Force Sensitive: Yes (Trained)

Species: Nagai

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown (Physical Age Thirty)

Height: Five Foot Eleven Inches

Weight: One Hundred and Eighty Pounds

The High Arcanist

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The galaxy was in my grasp once,
I was power incarnate,
The High Arcanist,
Yet it was taken from me,

My connection was severed,
My body was broken,
My mind left to wander,
My empire stolen,

Locked away for millennia,
An eternity in wild space,
This prison they thought would hold me,
Can hold me no longer,

Now my reach grows once more,
Strength, power, victory,
My chains are broken,
The force shall free me.​

The Origin Story​

Lucious Viti'te, once known by his title The High Arcanist was born millennia ago at the height of the Sith Order's power. Widely considered to be one of the most powerful Sith of his time he was feared and respected across galaxy.

The head of an almost cult like powerbase known only as "The Anointed" he became a clear threat to many among the order, including the then Dark Lord of the Sith known as Darth Theogenes. Known for being ruthless and unforgiving the Dark Lord led an assault on Lucious' sanctum in a preemptive strike to crush all those deemed a threat. Though The Anointed fought viciously against the continuous and almost endless onslaught of Theogenes forces they were ultimately defeated and all but Lucious were swiftly executed.

Theogenes had reinforced his status within the order and in a final display of power, severed Lucious' connection to the force. While it had been largely for his security and piece of mind; it was more to enforce his rule as absolute, a warning to all those dreaming of grandeur. Broken and weakened Lucious was imprisoned in the depths of wild space. Known only as Nehlum its location was kept a secret from all but a few, detailed on a single holocron kept hidden from any who sought it.

Lucious stayed on Nehlum, doomed to spend eternity alive in a status chamber. All the while the galaxy that had once been within his reach began to fade into history and the legend of The High Arcanist was all that remained.

Now in the depths of wild space his power grows once more, unknown and long forgotten Lucious Viti'te waits patiently, his body rejuvenated and his mind intact, one thing is certain.

The galaxy will once more know of The High Arcanist.​

Nature of The High Arcanist

Cold, callous and calculated Lucious displays few traits that could not be directly linked to evil or the bogan. Benevolent to those he deems loyal and unrelenting towards his enemies he is not to be crossed lightly.

For the most part Lucious is a self-reliant and stoic character who despises weakness in any form; this includes those driven by God complexes and hubris.

Intelligent and powerful in his own right Lucious prefers to operate from the shadows, often using his own power to mask his identity from other force sensitives. This technique allows him to move more freely and undetected.

Lucious is both manipulative and deceptive, sometimes winning battles long before they even take place.

Companions

Story Missions

Prologue - A Feint Calling [1]

Mission One - Meeting on Moraband [2]

Mission Two - The Prison of Nehlum

Mission Finale: The High Arcanist

Roleplays

 

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The Fall of The Anointed

Korriban
Night Time – 2100 Hours


Korriban fell into darkness as a blanket of storm clouds began to cover the skies. In the distance the roar of thunder could be heard, shortly followed by the heavy patter of rain that had begun to fall outside. Looking out across the valley his stronghold stood within Lucious eyed his enemies approach.

“Theogenes…” Turning on his heels, he paced into the large stone fortress and began his preparations.

Word had spread of Lucious’ growing powerbase, the whispers eventually reaching the Dark Lord. The whispers were hearsay of course; Lucious had never had a reason to stand against Theogenes but it was clear that he was now deemed a rival. Theogenes was famously unforgiving, ruthless and above all else powerful, his influence was vast and his empire mighty but The Anointed would have no choice but to fight the enemy at their doorstep.

His feet barely touched the steps as he and his followers descended into the depths of the praxeum, it was imperative they used their time wisely, the Dark Lord had rallied a vast force to his cause, all of them zealots of the Sith Empire mindlessly they followed their master, believing he would lead them to the power they sought and dreamt of.

As the members of The Anointed converged in the great hall of the praxeum they steadied themselves, ready for the onslaught that would soon ensue within the walls they had called home. Lucious looked around the room as people from all walks of life surrounded him, for all the terrible things he had done throughout his life, The Anointed stood as testament to its worth, the price was great but the reward much greater. Those among him were ready to follow him to their deaths, and he would proudly lead them to it. The ignition of lightsabers could be heard echo from atop the stairs the Dark Lords forces were coming.

Looking around the room for a moment he began to speak, his voice echoing with a powerful, fearless courage. “You have followed me here, and now we face almost certain death. In this, our final stand, we shall show them the power of our order. The power they have seemingly heard so much about.”

Either side of him sorcerers began to kneel, their eyes closing as they began to channel the force outwardly, filling the enemy with fear and dread while simultaneously inspiring their allies. Even Lucious himself began to feel uplifted as the first of Theogenes forces stormed the hall, the battle had begun.

Suddenly Lucious erupted into action, hissing words in Sith he cast his hands in front of his face before sending forth a barrage of spears. Black as midnight they flew through the air piercing the first lines of enemies, as volleys of blaster fire peppered the frontline of the intruders. Screams and shouts heard across the hall as death began to surround them, the clashing of lightsabers on lightsabers and steel on steel forming almost a symphony. Men and Women loyal to Theogenes continued to pour down the steps, his forces seemingly endless. Lucious’ second in command a Mandalorian by the name of Shi Viszla rocketed into the air, spinning around to face the stairway. As she eyed her target area she launched multiple rockets from her gauntlet sending them hurtling into the back lines of the enemy before being was pulled into the smoke the explosive had left in her wake.

Lucious had continued his assault with the force, summoning pyrokinesis in an attempt to funnel Theogenes’ forces into smaller groups. Even he was beginning to fatigue from such exertion from the force, but he could not relent. Smacking his hands together before opening them out wide lighting erupted from his palms; it’s red and powerful bolts arcing across the hall, searing the air as it moved only to be stopped. The Dark Lord had arrived and with a wave of his hands dissipated the deadly manifestation of the force.

As he entered he lifted aloft the helmet of Shi, her head falling from within and rolling a short way across the floor before halting at the body of a fallen comrade. Only Lucious could match the power of Theogenes, it would be up to him to finish this fight, or his failure if he could not. As the battle continued around them, he and Theogenes walked towards each other, knocking aside those who would get in their path. Reaching across his front with his right arm, he bent his hand over his left shoulder, gripping tight his famous lightsaber before flicking it outwards and igniting the blade.


“What is this madness Theogenes, stop this. STOP THIS NOW.” Lucious spoke, his tongue switching to Sith as he shouted the end of the sentence.

The passion burning in his eyes as all that he had worked to build crumbled around him. Yet his words would fall on deaf ears, his blade meeting his opponent who would speak as they pushed against each other in a saber lock.

“This is no longer about whispers of your power play; this is a show of strength.” Theogenes stated as he kicked Lucious backwards, spinning his blade around his right side and gripping it tightly was both hands as he slammed it into Lucious’ blade one more.

“A show of strength?” Lucious questioned, his voice stunned by the Dark Lord’s childish demeanour.

Sliding backwards he exited the saber lock, dropping into Ataru he brought the attack to Theogenes. Lucious combined attack after attack, as the two of them worked through the motions that had become like muscle memory over their years.

”The galaxy talks of your small order of misfits instead of the empire I have bled to build. I shall erase you all from the galaxy this day, and in doing so I will ensure my place in history.” Theogenes broke from the fight as he spoke, dealing with a lesser opponent who had been bold enough to challenge him.

Lucious took the moment to assess the battle, and the outlook was bleak. Bodies littered the floor as the last remaining of his following continued to fight, through pain and through exhaustion. He couldn't have been more proud of them, they had fought gallantly and deserved more than the unfair executions they had received.

“This is a show of desperation, of a scared man. This is you showing weakness. We are the ones that will be remembered for our stand this day.” Lucious spoke plainly as he turned to Theogenes one more.

The time for words was over, his order destroyed and all but defeated he charged Theogenes one last time, he blade spinning behind his back before bouncing off his opponents. Following it downwards he parried a sweep from his opponent and took the opening to land a quick kick into Theogenes’ leg, it hadn’t been powerful but was enough to give the man a hobble. Theogenes roared, his body coursing with dark energy he began battering at Lucious, not form to his attacks just brutal, relentless and overpowering strength. Falling to one knee Lucious held his weapon above his head, catching the blows as the rained down upon him as Theogenes knee met with his face and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

When he awoke he was in a force cell, his was still body exhausted and bruised but he could see no others of his order. The Anointed had fallen, his powerbase was no more.

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[Marf]

hello sorc bro ;D

 

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@Marf Hai Thar!

 

[Kaane]

This badass tho

 

[Marf]

@Tsunami Hey dude, does High Arcanist refer to his previous or current title? It's just that... I've used the same title for my character, but it means something slightly different. An Arcanist is a master sorcerer who specializes in energy manipulation and the metaphysical arcane. Since it isn't official site canon I just snatched it up and applied by own creative interpretation.

It just might be a little awkward with them both sharing the same title, but I'm sure we can reach a compromise. As a combatant, your character is closer to a general Sith as opposed to a sorcerer, so he could easily be a former Dark Lord and Theogenes Sith Regent.

If you intend to PvP with this character, I highly recommend dropping the "sorcerer" label and just making him a former Dark Lord or Darth seeking to regain his title. Sorcery and advanced powers are useless in PvP, they're cinematic fluff. I learned that the hard way and made a sorc because I don't don't PvP ever.

 

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Mine is a former title, while he might call himself by it, he is no longer recognised as such. However, this odd coincidence may lead to our characters meeting and maybe learning from each other?

My character (once freed from his prison) will take a while to get to full strength again as a lot of his returning power is being used to secure his freedom.

Would you be interested in doing a thread or two at some point? I'm sure my character has a lot to learn from yours and possibly vice versa.

 

[Marf]

Mine is a former title, while he might call himself by it, he is no longer recognised as such. However, this odd coincidence may lead to our characters meeting and maybe learning from each other?

My character (once freed from his prison) will take a while to get to full strength again as a lot of his returning power is being used to secure his freedom.

Would you be interested in doing a thread or two at some point? I'm sure my character has a lot to learn from yours and possibly vice versa.

Yeah definitely dude! I'll send a PM your way.

 

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