Darth Silenius

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Darth Silenius

Name: Aper
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Unknown
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 145 lbs
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Silver
Skin Color: Grey
Skin tone: Pale

Tattoos: Aper bears the symbol of an ancient Sith Curse-Mark on his back, as it was customary to give to prisoners as a permanent reminder of their soul’s belonging to the Empire.
Scars: Although his body shares few scars from the training that he follows by his sire’s instructions, Aper’s arms are covered in cuts, most from which the origins remain unknown, although it is no secret that the Dark Lord’s apprentice follows a dark ritual after each encounter with his Master, which is rumoured to involve self-mutilation. Alas due to the Assassin’s unrevealing attire, none has even come close to know Silenius’s visage.
Piercings: None
Dress Code: Unlike most Siths, which generally prefer the grandeur of ornate clothing, Aper strictly reserves his attires to muscle-tight tunics and dark robes, most of which covers the entirety of his body, leaving all to wonder what horrific figure lays beneath
Weapons: Two Durasteel daggers coated with a layer of cortosis, both of which have been outfitted with Tenlossian Disruptor technology, modified to send a pulse along the blade when the polarity of the metallic blade is tempered with (ex.: Upon impact with another surface/energy or through usage of the force). Tenloss Disruptors have since long been banned by the republic due to its dangerous capacity to destroy organic matter on a molecular level, and every factory in the galaxy has been believed to be destroyed, though some people are still willing to sell Tenloss Disruptor technology on the black market… For the right price.
Durasteel-dust chain whip, with a set of Doomnium needles at the tip encased in an electronic devise, which releases the deadly poison upon its prey once activated.
Ceremonial Red Lightsaber

Faction: Sith
Rank: Dark Lord’s Apprentice

Force Sensitive: Yes
Lightsaber Form: Unorthodox Form
Sword Form: Unorthodox Form
Force Powers:
Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Advanced
Insanity
Master Force Scream
Master Speed
Force Camouflage
Force Body
Force Wave
Force Storm
Kill

Lord
Crush Opposition
Force Hurricane
Force Regeneration


Skills: Stealth
Strengths & Weaknesses: Aper is an extraordinary weapon master, his physical prowess only meeting its match with his extensive use of the Force. Like his Master, he too, has lost all senses of his humanity and feels no more pain from either mental or physical torture. Unfortunately, the Assassin’s powers remain gravely unstable and volatile due to the conflict raging within his dying soul and the Force around him.

Likes & Dislikes: Likes: None Dislikes: The Force

Ship: None ATM
Type: N/A
Size: N/A
Maximum speed: N/A
Weapons: N/A

History: In all the world of the Sith, there is no more important word than station. It is the calling of their religion, the incessant pulling of hungering heartstrings. Ambition overrides good sense and compassion is thrown away in its face, all in the name of the Dark Lord or his perverse teachings of the Dark Side. Ascension to power is a simple process of assassination, the strong must govern the weak, as says their code, and the Sith do not look with ill favour upon ambitious individuals wielding poisoned daggers.

Station is the way of the Sith, and the paradox of their world, it is gained through treachery and invited treachery against those who gained it. The most powerful on Korriban spent their days watching over their shoulders, defending against the daggers that would find their backs…

Their death usually came from the front.

This is the reality into which Darth Silenius (Name taken from Silentium, which means Silence and Death in Latin), formerly known as Aper, grew into, and so, holding to the principle of Sith society, he adhered to those tenets flawlessly throughout his life, quicker than most at fulfilling his duty as a future warrior of the order, which promptly grew to captivate the Master’s interest within the faction.

One of them soon found out, that his curiosity, would prove to be the source of his demise…

In his training as an acolyte for the Sith, Aper had once been sent on a mission to locate various artefacts scattered throughout the galaxy, eventually his journey brought him to the desolated planet of Rhen Vaar where he felt the Force like in no other places, and as fate would have it, the young man stumbled upon an ancient Sith Holocron imbued with the knowledge to absorb the Living Force out of fallen victims.

So began Silenius’s bloody ascension through the hierarchy of the Sith, until finally the envision behind the carnage struck the mind of the Dark Lord. Inanis came to the man as a Sith, and tested his ability by allowing himself to become Aper’s next prey.

Although cunning, and a brilliant combatant, the assassin was bested through sheer will alone; Inanis having deprived the young’s mind of its link to the Force momentarily, blinding him to the universe around and driving his soul into a bottomless abyss from which he could not return. He was the only echo within his world, and the screams of the dead filtered through him like the moonlight in a nightly haze. With each kill he had grown stronger, although for it, the price of his own humanity was to be paid. The Dark Side of the Force would eventually consume him, and deter him until nothing would be left.

By blinding him to the Force, the Dark Lord had indivertibly made the Force blinding to him in return. Forever, he would be tormented by the screams of those he had killed, and the pestilence of the living Force within the universe. To have showed him the deserving death of the galaxy, he would serve Inanis as his puppet, his object of vengeance. Serving only to silence the agonizing reverberation of life through time and space, forever…

Role Play Sample: Aper stood upon one of the larger balconies of the nameless structure, not that it did not possess one, but he cared little for such knowledge, leaving himself open as prey only to his thoughts as he waited for his new ‘Master’ to arrive, studying the marbled floor beneath him as well as the Temples and decorated structures he imagine in his mind below, swarmed by the shadows of demons only he could see.

Despite the abysmal depth of the darkness into which the hordes of demons awaited for their prey, wailing their never-ending thirst for blood, human or otherwise. The lamentations could be heard for miles across the dying city, but yet this night was different, for an uninviting, chilling and distant silence lingered as much within the shadow as it did in the crystalline light of the revealing moon... It was heavy, oppressive, like a predators gaze; it was silent, even more so than the echo of death.

It was not long, though, before it was broken…

''Leave me...'' Came a cold whisper across the nightly breeze, carried by the breath of nature from behind the unsuspecting Assassin, who, lost in his thoughts had did little to notice another’s presence, even though the azure-coated man did little in return to be acknowledge, his presence pulsed with a serene calm, so quiet even, that it harmonized itself with the night’s very essence; The silver-haired man shared its distant coldness but above all, his presence echoed that of a predator… That of a dispassionate killer.

It did not take anymore for Aper to throw one of the daggers he always kept at his belt towards the man who had dared to disrupt his meditation, the flawless shape of the razor reflecting the star’s light with its deadly approach as it flew towards, and past the image of the stranger, who in return, only gave him a gaze, and yet how terrifying it was… To loose itself within those orbs into which echoed the death and pain of no being, but that of centuries; a never-ending chasm of torment, and yet it did not recede as the illusion came to past to bring him back from the precipice of his own madness.

Memories flooded his every thoughts, not his own, yet he could not recognize to whom they belonged either. He drowned within nightmares of a distant past, unable to center himself, unable to escape and unable to breath. He was his own prison, and he struggled to get out, but to no avail.

And then he found himself again, standing over the training grounds of the Sith order, alone, and torn between the two realities that had set their boundaries within his soul. What was dream, what was real, not even one that would have dared read the echoes that traversed him in the Force could say; he was a rupture, a fracture… A ripple that could not be ignored nor swayed, the differencing echo that danced in chaotic harmony with the remains of the wave. The final whisper preceding the absolute end within the Force…

He was an absence, and it is why no one who dared read his most inner thoughts and soul had since long vanished from the face of the galaxy; in the Force, he appeared as if he was not only dead to others, but as if he had died from himself… And yet he walked…

And waited…

P.S.: Note the total abscence of inspiration in one part to the pinacle of literary perfection in the other... I'm very tired of writting a bio, lol... Pardon the half-assed work