Obsidian Fury
Senior Member
Name: Rhonin Yal
Race: Anzati
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: (Picture at bottom of post) A facial description of Rhonin Yal is not recorded, as he has in public always worn his powersuit and mask. Rumors from his formerly closest men whispered that he was not protecting his face, but hiding it. That his skin is completely burnt asunder beneath the mask. Also that since his mastery of technology and the force was beyond his present time, his body could not keep up with the evolution and was litteraly rotting.
Weapons: Rhonin carries a powerful mace-ish weapon, considering the Lightsaber a weapon of the past. Trough usage of the force, Rhonin is able to send electricity trough the weapon and trough that empowering the impact massively. He used no Lightsaber due to the fact that he nursed on his victims, rather than killing them. By knocking them unconcious, he can trough his racial features drain them of the force and knowledge if he so desire- killing them by absorbing their 'brain'. This ability was speculated the reason why his technology and ability of the force surpassed any at his time wielders of either one.
Armor: The powersuit of Rhonin is designed in a sort of mystic matter, allowing him to withstand impacts from lightsabers as well as absorb lighting launched at him. Even though his suit seems rather unbreakable, past bravades have proven that blunt impacts do significal damage and has proven that his suit is created primarly to shield him from Jedi and Sith. The weight of the suit is unknown, but former escapades have shown signs of incredible weight. A jump of thirty feet could result in rock and metal bend beneath him on impact.
Distinguishing Signs: Horribly dark voice, barely understandable. Often speaks trough telepathy to make himself understood (Not as dark trough telepathy)
Affiliation: Unit of Rhonin
Rank: Sith Lord
Personality: Rhonin is a very smart Sith Lord, having achieved the things he did trough brains over muscles. He outsmarts his advesaries and lure them into an illusion of safety. With the help of mindcontrol and the dark arts, he is not only a masterful strategist, but a talented infiltrator and controler as well. He is a very twisted soul, enjoying testing his advesarys and battle them on fair grounds. He personally involve little in battle and often only take action at small scrimishes that require his mastermind on the field. His personality has resulted in him developing the psychological and illusional arts of the force more advanced than the actual combat arts. Confusing, illusions and controling his advesaries works more in his advantage than electrifying, slaying and choking them does.
Bio: Thousands and yet thousands of years ago, the mighty unit of Rhonin was overthrown. Incredibly vastly outnumbered, Rhonin and his units retreated- wounded and defeated. Too long had he tested his advesaries, resulting in the fact that they were testing him and his limits. His opponents learnt about his strengths as well as weaknesses, and used it against him, successfully overthrowing his rule.
Rhonin fled the planet, fled outside the known space, beyond the Outer Rim to an isolated planet along with what was left of his unit. There he spent roughly a hundred years, creating a planetary scaled stasis, driven by a primitive yet efficient powersource, draining its energy from the three suns that surrounded the planet. There, he went into stasis, hopefully long enough for the galaxy to forget about him. Forget about his strengths, his weaknesses and even his name. Indeed was the dark ruler forgotten. Some willingly surpressed the memory of the evil ruler, while others simply forgot it thanks to the new leader that brought light upon what under Rhonin's rule was a light-forsaken system.
Many thousands of years later, the stasis planet was found. The curiosity of the visitors resulted in the destruction of the powersource running the stasis, ripping Rhonin and what was left of his unit into concious once again, granting them all that was required to wander the galaxy. A waking and ships to do so.
"Tremble mortals, and despair"