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[Raeg Vashin]

Character Name: Raeg Vashin.
Gender: Indeterminable.
Age: Several millenia.
Race: Human mutation.
Faction: None.
Rank: Force-user.
Occupation: Currently roaming in a bid to force the jedi and the sith into a war which will destroy them both.

Force Sensitive: Yes.

Force Powers:

Mind Control
Telekinesis
Force Crush
Force Choke
Force Maelstrom
Force Shield

Appearance:

Vashin's body is barely recognisable anymore. Its head and neck are both grotesquely large and muscular, while the rest of the body merely dangles beneath, little more than skin and bones. Usually, this abomination has a custom-built suspension chair to support the massive bulk of its head, but when it wants to get out of the chair, it floats about half a metre above the ground, with the head moving from side to side at times, and the body just hanging beneath, occasionally twitching or lifting an arm.

Personality:

Raeg Vashin is the ultimate cynic, uncaring and oblivious. Nothing bothers it - everything is just another problem to crush beneath its iron heel. Its huge mind can process information with a speed comparable to that of any computer. As such, it acts purely based on logic - it has long ago lost the last traces of humanity that it might have possessed. It wants to crush both the Jedi and the Sith, for no one shall stand in its way. Its dream is that of a universe ruled by logic and devoid of emotion. It will stop at nothing to achieve its goal. And the word patience gets a completely new meaning when one's plans span millenia.

Background:

Raeg Vashin started out its life as an ordinary human being on a long-dead planet in the Outer Rim.. However, its huge Force potential quickly revealed itself. Over the years, it would use its own body less and less, relying on its marvelous powers, which was by then regarded as magical. Slowly, the being became more and more powerful, even to the point where it was able to prolong its own life beyond the short frame given to a human. It became the God-Emperor of its own primitive planet, ruling it all with an adamant decision to llow nothing to stand in the way of progress. Then one day, a ship crashed onto the surface of the planet. The citizens were frightened, for they knew nothing of outer space, but the God-Emperor had already suspected such a thing. Vashin became very annoyed by the fact that everyone aboard was dead - this set back its plans by at least fifty years. Yet, this became the birth of even greater ambitions for the tyrant. Within less than a hundred years, the creation of a space ship had been accomplished. As Vashin entered the ship, his metamorphosis was nearly complete, as he had already situated himself in the suspension chair. As he and his crew ventured into space, they were swiftly met by the signs of civilization - hundreds, perhaps thousands of inhabitated planets revealed themself. Throughout the travels, several generations of crewmembers lived and died, but their overlord remained. As the ship began to run out of fuel, they knew that they had to land and fill up the ship.
The ship landed on Korriban, a planet inhabitated by the Tuk'Ata, which are reputated to prey on Force users. Within few hours of their arrival, the ship crew were overwhelmed by hundreds of the beasts. As everyone around him started to fall, the tyrant formed a vortex around himself with the power of the Force, sucking in both crewmembers and beasts. As they all swirled around him, still fighting, he sent all of his power outward, creating a massive explosion that leveled the land for miles around him. He created a Force bubble around himself and buried his body, resting for several hundred years.
Then, after resting, he resurfaced. By then, the land around him had changed. Sith monuments had been built on top of him, and merely by awakening he toppled a cyclopian obelisk that had been erected directly above him. His ship and everything else was gone... Dead. He was ancient. This was a new era, and he was relic from times long past. The thought amused him, as he took control of a ship, flying to the nearest urban planet. He found Nar Shadaa, where he hid himself for a long time, before reemerging, with a new ship, a new crew, a new suspension chair, and a new purpose: To lay this galaxy before his feet, as he had done to his planet long ago. Nothing will stand in his way. Nothing.

Inventory:

A starship with room for app. 50 crewmembers and several defence lasers.
Some forty mind-enslaved crewmembers.
Three hidden lightsabers, which float in front of him during battle, rather than being used with the hands.
A suspension chair, custom-built for his somewhat irregular body.

[Majestic]

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