Uhrsek Tabashk

[Pureblood-Sin]

NAME: Uhrsek Tabashk
FACTION: Lords of the Sith
RANK: Sith
SPECIES: Red Sith (Kissai)
AGE: 42
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: Trained Force-Sensitive

APPEARANCE​

A male Red Sith of Kissai origins, he is possessed of the traits typical of his race. The Sith is possessed of black hair, completely shaved, save for a single braid; his skin is of sanguine red. Marred by years of living as a Sith and a veteran of wars and plots against his life, many scars adorn his predatorily lean and muscular body at a height of 6ft tall. One such scar is the absence of an eye on the left, one that he proudly shows to all; the surviving eye is the colour of blazing, luminous red. A snake tattoo reaches from this surviving eye, its fangs seemingly swallowing the orb whilst the tale coils at the bottom of the cheek. His cheek tendrils and eyebrow stalks remain largely untouched whilst his clawed hands are laced with three digits. As the result of a previous lightsaber injury sustained in combat, parts of his right leg had to be replaced with mechanical parts, with bits of it emerging from under the skin.

ATTRIBUTES​

As a member of the Kissai Sith sub-species, Uhrsek, whilst unusually tall for this branch of the Sith race, still maintains the lesser physical strength inherent to them. Whilst physical conditioning has alleviated this, physical strength is still not his strong point. In terms of dexterity, the Sith is very agile and possessed of fast reflexes. His sense of balance is great, ensuring that he is somewhat hard to knock off his feet. In terms of constitution, he is very physically fit, focusing on speed and endurance in order to win a fight. As a result of his bloodline, the Sith is considerably more resistant to the effects of Dark Side corruption compared to non-Sith; he is only recently beginning to feel its embrace, as represented by his glowing red eye. Given the absence of his left eye, Uhrsek does have issues regarding depth perception; his Force abilities ultimately remedy such a problem, though it becomes as such when exhaustion kicks in. In terms of intellect, the Red Sith is very intelligent and an astute individual; though occasional bouts of hubris and paranoia can sometimes overcome him. Given the augmetics of his right leg, he seems to walk with a limp, but is able to keep pace very well.

PERSONALITY​

Contrary to his somewhat brutish appearance, Urhsek projects a certain ragged charm that can be disarming. Smooth of tongue and possessed of witty demeanour, the Red Sith could certainly be mistaken for a misunderstood soul…if only that were the case, for the Sith Lord is far from these surface traits. If anything, his personality is a lot closer to what one would think. In actuality, Urhsek is something of a harsh and brutal individual; noted for employing whatever means to accomplish his ends and that of the Sith Order. Such is his harshness, he is notorious for exhausting through apprentices to the point that none of them have even made it to even make it to Sith rank. Having been the subject of numerous assassination attempts brought on by Sith intrigues, and a veteran of numerous battles, the Red Sith has a strong survival instinct further shaped by paranoia. As such, if one finds themselves the subject of either, they better watch the shadows, the food they eat and even the vehicles they drive.

On a side note, having been brought up in a noble family, the Sith does have a peculiar propensity towards some of the fine things in life. Urhsek enjoys beautiful art regardless of where it came; having even been known to loot Jedi temples if something were to catch the attention of this particular desire. Whilst a connoisseur of fine wines, his paranoia and survival instinct ensure that his drinking sessions are something of a rarity. He is also one to study the lore of the Sith and the lore of the Jedi, the better to understand his enemies. Whilst he appreciates a good fight, that alone is guaranteed to only give an opponent a brief torture session…assuming they actually live to warrant such malevolent attentions.

BIOGRAPHY
(Contains mild torture)​

Looking in the darkness, desperate to see his surroundings, the Jedi glanced around; breathing heavily, pain wracked his body. How long had he been here? Days? Months? Years? He tried to reach out to the Force, only for emptiness to follow. No doubt his captors had injected him with potent concoctions that dulled his connection to the Force. He strained his arms against his bindings...but no avail. As he tried to do so again, a loud hiss and bright light seared through his eyes. Eyes burning as though molten metal was being poured into them, the shadow that came afterwards felt like a welcome reprieve...despite knowing what would soon entail. Soon enough, darkness manifested once more; slowly, he opened his eyes. In the pitch black he could see it; that all too familiar blazing red orb that he could feel staring deep into him. A silky voice, edged with much toxicity and a strange accent, came from the blood-light's direction.

"Comfortable Jidai?"

As those words were spoken, another bright light manifested, and through the pain, the Jedi could see his tormentor. Clad in armour and robes as black as midnight, with skin as red as blood and its eyebrow stalks resembling a crown of horns with his mouth concealed by a half-mask. One eye blazed like hellfire, whilst the other was gone; completely burned out by what could only be a lightsaber strike. Like a demon from the legends of primitive worlds, thought the human remaining silent. A friendly-seeming chuckle manifested from the figure, watching the thing draw closer; the Sith spoke again.

"I've come to you, to pay you for the information you...generously donated to me."

The Human had to fight the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that this was far from the truth; had he done so, he reckoned he'd be leaving this place short a pair of eyes...if he leaves at all. He then watched as the Sith drew something from his belt; glinting in the light. His eyes widened as he realised that it was a shimmering bejeweled sword; short of blade, with a curved edge, the glint seemed all the more menacing.

"Tell me Jidai, do you hate me?"

"No." He replied, voice cracking due to the dryness of his throat. The Sith lashed his strange blade forward; pain seared from the shallow cut as warmth trickled down his chest, the Jedi hissed in pain. Words once more poured from the demonic being's lips, barbed as was expected.

"A lie, but if you say you do not hate me, then I hope you will not mind listening to a story?"

The Jedi remained silent, he knew it wouldn't matter; the Sith before him would do it regardless of what he said. Also, saying nothing was the least painful of the other options. The fiend before him proceeded to begin.

"I will take that as a yes then Jidai, my story starts many thousands of years ago; when the Sith Order first came to Korriban and Moraband, my people resisted...or at least most of them. My own ancestors, scions of the Kissai caste, didn't resist, instead, seeing opportunity in the invasion, they allied their tribe with that of the forebears of our Order; we knew if we took up arms against the Order, we would perish. For our services, we were allowed the wealth and property of our rivals that we bled for, and their descendants were reduced to slaves. Do you know what the Grotthu, freed and still-enslaved alike, descended from those conquered rivals call us?"

"Traitor", was the word that poured forth from the Jedi's cracked lips, seemingly tinged with disgust. The Sith clapped his hands, as though a child finally managed to get the answer a most pivotal question.

"Very good Jidai, it seems you aren't as feeble-minded as I thought. What they thought of as treachery, we think of as prudent planning; it guaranteed the survival of our race, our ideals naturally in line with that of the Order, could they not see? For their collaboration, my family had grown rich; our wealth maintained thanks to the blood and tears of the slaves under our whips." Another bout of laughter came from the Sith, reverberating through the fiend's half-mask. Soon enough, this mask retreated back into his armour, revealing a slim, lower face seemingly unscarred. Cheek tendrils twitched as his lips parted to reveal a sharp-toothed grin. "You see, having been born on Korriban, I never fully realised that my family was so wealthy; my parents, two prominent Sith Lords born of Korriban's blood as you can see, kept me in the dark about the extent of what we owed until they had both died and their estates, one on Serenno and one on Korriban, and treasury left to me. They didn't want me to end up like a spoiled pig, left vulnerable to the blades of the slaughterer. Whether or not it was out of a desire to protect me or to protect our family's reputation, I do not know; most likely the latter, some of your Jidai perceptions about us are true. They never did interact with me much, even as a youngling, save to see my progress within the Sith Order. I was brought up with the Order as my home, knowing nothing else but hostility and intrigue and the aggression of my master; an Umbaran named Nulomiin Nahal. One particular rivalry came to the fore at my 15th yea; this Wookiee, another of my master's apprentices, I've forgotten his name, wanted to be rid of me. You know us Sith, ever eager to prove ourselves superior to those who are in our way."

The Red Sith gestured towards the burned-out mark that lay where his eye once did; the Jedi thought he could sense a faint smidgen of pride radiating from the Sith.

"That Grotthu had cost me this eye, thankfully, his attempt on my life cost him his as he became intimately acquainted with my lightsaber. It certainly pleased old Nulomiin, most likely because he had a wager with this Sacred Band member about which apprentice would kill who. Regardless, it certainly put me in his good graces, though I would certainly earn my wings as a Sith fighting in Jidai-supported slave rebellions. Killed a few of your Order there. I saw for myself the measures you would take against us...it seems our teachers were wrong. Perhaps we Sith and the Jedi are more alike then we ever imagined."

A flush of anger manifested within the Jedi, oh how he wanted to tell this demon-thing that he was wrong. It seemed however, that the Sith picked up on this.

"Have my words touched a nerve? Perhaps it is because I speak a truth that your ilk dare not admit to themselves. Look how closely you see yourselves dancing with the Dark Side, yet you are blind to it. Because of your Order's methods, many are the names attached to a Sith such as myself; Inquisitor, Sorcerer, Warrior...whatever it takes to deal with our foes. Just as I am dealing with you now, I have another question for you, but before I speak it, consider it after this."

The Sith then gestured his hand forwards the Jedi; the Force began to stir. Within seconds, tendrils of electricity screamed from his fingers and smashed right into the Human's body. His nerves blazed like fire as agony tore through his body, causing a piercing scream to emit from his torn throat. Over the sound of his own ullulations, an all too familiar voice seemed to flow over the noise.

"Do you hate me now?"

SKILLS​

Being brought up as a Sith, Uhrsek has trained to master many skills that supplemented his prowess as a member of the Sith Brotherhood. Having grown up as a Red Sith, and delved into the more shadowy aspects of warfare, the Sith is a speaker of his native tongue, Basic, Huttese and Bocci. Having often operated on his lonesome, the Red Sith has acquired survival skills in many environments. When operating with others, he does possess a sound tactical and strategic mind, having been taught to always look at the bigger picture. Versed in medical skills, Uhrsek uses them to keep himself alive...and anyone he takes captive if necessary. Knowing full well that he may be disarmed, or need to take a victim alive, the Sith is well versed in unarmed techniques that allow him to swiftly take down his opponents. Given the role he has taken, interrogation skills are a must; when putting a target to the question, he will assess the individual, determining the approach needed to get them to break. Whether it is gentle coercion, poisons or pain, he will do it as circumstance demands. Uhrsek also has some skill as a pilot, preferring to leave it in the hands of more skilled individuals. When it comes to maintenance, he knows how to maintain his armour and weapons, though circumstance has forced him to leave some of his equipment in the hands of more skilled artisans. Having only dabbled with it, Uhrsek has turned his attention towards naval combat.

As a Sith, Uhrsek has delved into the various aspects of the Force; as an individual who favors arts both subtle and unsubtle. When it comes to acrobatics, he uses the Force to enhance his already impressive manoeuvrability, reflexes and dexterity to better effect; granting him impressive feats of agility, jumps defensive evasion. In the school of energy manipulation, the Red Sith is adept in conjuring tendrils of Force Lightning and waves of fire. In recent years, the conjuration of fire has extended towards manipulating it into miniature explosions. When it comes to its more defensive aspects, he thus far can muster the ability to diffuse a blaster bolt or a bolt of Sith lightning...with considerable concentration that is better placed in deflection. In the school of Telekinesis, he is adept in the manipulation of objects as heavy as large builder, even living beings, and uses this to aid in crushing them from within. As a result of the past five years, Uhrsek has found himself delving even deeper into Dark Side healing, having developed a proficiency. Given his predilection towards combat, as well as subterfuge, Uhrsek can trigger himself into a berserk frenzy as circumstance requires; this is itself a trance, albeit more locked within the depths of emotion rather than tranquillity. He can draw upon a more calm rage for a time, but it takes much restraint for him to slip into a berserk frenzy. As a result of his destroyed eye, the Red Sith heavily emphasised enhancing his senses through the Force, determined not to let his mark of pride impede his progress in the Sith. He emphasised focus on precognition and enhancing his reflexes so that his loss of depth perception does not result in his demise. He is more than capable of making his presence in the Force. Given his skills in the art of subterfuge, it made sense for him to work on Mental manipulation; he is adept in subtly influencing an individual, he will turn to dominating a mind if it doesn't work or is pressed for time. Of course, crushing the will of an individual takes much skill and concentration; speaking into a mind is somewhat easier, if the target is willing. Delving into the realms of alchemy and sorcery, Uhrsek can manipulate Dark Side energies and can refine Red Sith blood into an elixir that staves off Dark Side corruption for a time. As a lightsaber duelist, Uhrsek has trained in Forms I (as the basics), VII and III; in short, his style is summarised as the indomitable fortress and the whirling storm. To further modify his steel, the Red Sith has delved into the realm of Form VI Niman which teaches dual lightsaber combat, among other things.

GEAR:

• Twin lightsabers with crimson Crystals
• Heirloom Cortosis-woven khopesh

• Medium Sith armour (with inbuilt respirator mask and comm system)
• Concealed wristblades
• Vials of poisons and drugs
• Wrist-mounted lanvarok
• Hidden blade in boot

ROLE-PLAYS:
TBA