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Candidate at the Winter's Dark Heart
| Name: Darth Vahh, Ula'noh-vahh - the manufactured mysterious death; he will kill people if they openly pronounce his name "Oola Nova" but he has been known to use that as an alias depending on the location and how it's written... (It is pronounced 'oola no vahh' with a very slight pause between each) (just call him Darth Vahh, okay) Gender: Male, aro/straight Age/DOB: Thousands, 'a long time ago' Origin: 'a galaxy far, far away' Family: You're joking, right? Other: Part of him wishes that more of his 'doppel-kind' would come to this realm. It's all too likely however, that he wants this because then he could [redact] them. He certainly wants to remove the creatures which gave him life even if it isn't Lane or his ilk. Height: 6'1" Weight: around 160, muscular but not bulky Hair: Black with grey at temples, cut short, prominent widows peak Eyes: turquoise, glowing, under sharp and arched brows, look somewhat tired and darkened though not baggy Appearance: light skin with no visible scars or flaws, face has a generous amount of stubble visible but does not wear facial hair; 'sinister'; wears a variety of local-appropriate gear including the sharp uniform and pseudo-Jedi / Sith robes and cloak. Prefers the cloak for any active work, but will socialize in the uniform. Never seen in anything less than this. Though he's not remarkably tall or bulky he is intimidating to be around, giving off an aura through his eyes that is actually visible, and is the same color in a bright aqua-turquoise. Unlike many Sith lords and telling that he is not one of them at all, he has not begun to degrade or appear 'elderly' or wrinkled. Far from it, in fact; he seems to be considerably younger than most of his other-dimension doppelganger Vahh-folk. His voice, like theirs, however, is incredibly spooky and halting at times, pausing to inhale or draw out sounds. Usually sneering. Genetic Abilities: While many of the 'doppelVahh' gang are members of a species called the Convocation and thus are actually energy beings, this one is physically made flesh and blood straight out of the Force. Somehow infused with this essence perhaps as an experiment by other powerful beings equitable to those in the Convocation several thousand years before the current era (SWe4 minus ~50 years, so he predates the movies). He is essentially human, but displays incredibly strong connectivity to the Force, and has many abilities at his disposal that cycle it through his physical form. He can produce 'force tendrils' that allow him to immobilize several human-sized creatures at once, or completely incapacitate one at a time, both within about 30 meters at most. This darkness is turquoise tinted of course... He relies more on that shadow and darkness for stealth and protective purposes, but also it seems to hum with a terrifying sound that can induce panic in weak-willed people nearby, or briefly paralyze them if he's concentrating and close behind (meaning: about to strike with that sword). When 'working', he is cloaked in a roiling cloud or shadow that renders him effectively invisible, or at least extremely difficult to detect - save for those with eyes that can sense the Force. It also blunts damage done from many sources, including elements like fire or ice, and almost entirely blocks electrical and psionic attacks. It can also help him preserve his own life, soaking up the life-force of those defeated (or ... nearly defeated) and using it to heal and revitalize himself - which he's used time and time again to appear 'youthfully adult' for this long. Like many other of the Vahh-folk he is able to teleport through shadows, and he zips through a venue up to 100 meters at a jaunt, slicing enemies with ease. His talent with focusing the Force into what looks like a light-saber blade is extraordinary: that isn't a physical sword, it's got a hilt like one (or maybe it actually was made to be the hilt of a metal sword, he didn't build it), but the energy itself isn't produced by crystals or technology, it's all literally focused from his own pool of energy. Though it glows brightly, unless you're a Force-user or aware of it somehow, it cannot be seen until it's sticking through your chest from behind. While he doesn't really need this to create such an effect (for instance he could also cause 'force claws' to extend from his fingers, or even literal 'eye daggers' if needed) he does enjoy the style of a more familiar blade like this. He is also remarkably acrobatic, far more physical than his otherdimensional duplicates, and spends time scaling walls the old fashioned way even without his teleportation ability, swimming (which he does use a bit of Force to bubble around himself, does not like getting wet), or doing actual parkour-like tricks over crowded city streets. Mentally he has fewer powers than most of his duplicates, though he is strongly able to resist most Force-style 'suggestions' and can sense clearly any Force, Vortessence, Magic, or other such mental powers in use nearby. Sneaking up on him using his own techniques would fail miserably. It's entirely possible that he does have access to a more broad range of those powers found among the Vahh-like men in the multiverse, and has yet to use them. Icarus Processing: If it could be called that, yes? Whoever did the experiments resulting in this man, they knew what to do with the Force, and it's possible that this process is duplicated in others - but he's the only one actively out and about. Of note, if and when Melissa gets a hold of his DNA, it will absolutely show tampering, but since the only comparable person she knows is Keenan she'll declare them 'radically different' for whatever it's worth. Even she won't be able to discern whether he was 'born and altered' or 'created raw from particulate and DNA samples' - and admits it's either or, or maybe both. Also noteworthy - they will do their best to keep her away from him. And they will fail. Image Credits: created using City of Heroes |
| Skills or Profession: Ula'noh 'Darth' Vahh is not technically a Sith Lord. However, no Sith in their right mind - or out of it - would even breathe a comment regarding this fact. In his long life, he has concentrated his efforts on educating himself about prior Force uses, and honing those to his liking. He is an assassin, renegade, whether for hire or on his own. What he likes doing is sneaking up on people, or just watching them from his own self-made shadows. He is remarkably literate, and knows a great deal about the history of many disparate worlds... Most of which are now dead thanks to the passing of time, or the creation of better space travel routes, or perhaps even attrition due to his cutting of those ties they had to other worlds. He knows how to arrange meetings, work business deals, study both local and galactic laws, and bend those to his whim. He can be very persuasive, even without his Force powers working on a person: he is reasonably handsome and exudes an air of authority, even if he's pretending or outright lying about that authority. And he does lie. A lot. He will stab you in the back the moment a deal's done, and take whatever he wants from the corpse; he's good at looting even in broad daylight. He is both a thinker and a doer, and he does enjoy long-term plots over quick scheming, though he can certainly pull off a quick heist or abrupt assassination in a pinch. He's better at wedging himself into a good position to strike, than getting out of a bad lie or being spotted. Physically he can use many weapons and tools, preferring some over others (he likes melee over ranged items, and would work on small clockwork and intricate devices more than large machinery or projects). Eyeballing a location he can easily spot places to roost and hide, strike from, or escape through, and also can 'Force Mark' individuals that will then 'ping' his senses if they come into view - handy for both assassination marks, and spotting guards. Personality: Though many helpful and kind Keenan Lanes might exist across the multiverse, most could be considered 'chaotic neutral', and some of them are actually 'evil', or at least highly likely not to give half a shit about you and your needs. Darth Vahh is one of those. In his section of the multiverse, it's not unusual for Vortal powers to be called something else entirely, and while he knows of his 'good' counterparts, this Sith-like lord doesn't hesitate to get physical, using his abilities to vanish before your eyes, and then cut them out of your head. He is not friendly, but he will tolerate alliances with powerful political or social groups even for long periods of time. And then eventually he'll murder them one by one, taking their wealth or their pride down with them. A 'street talker' he is not. He would much prefer to hobnob with the elite than sit around in grungy bars, but he understands the value of both. At least among the scum and villainy, he knows they're all out to backstab each other; you can never quite tell who is ready to strike among the politically charged or high-class group. |
| Events or History: His earliest memories are of floating in a tank filled with blue-colored goo, and of fear as it entered his lungs. He isn't afraid to admit that his first emotions were terror, confusion, anger; or that the first sensations he experienced on being removed were of pain, shock, and an overwhelming desire to lash out. He uses this memory to keep himself in check, but also to accentuate what he knows others might feel when he's stalking them. Their terror doesn't necessarily excite him, but it certainly makes him remember to finish the job so that whatever happens next won't involve a botched assassination 'victim' coming back to haunt him. His memory is long. With a chill eye and a steady hand, he will eventually destroy his makers if it's the last thing he ever does. It won't be in a snarling, animalistic fit of rage; it will be looking them in whatever passes for an eye, and stabbing through it with the very Force they imbued into him. He meditates daily on this. It fills him with both hope and purpose. Long ago he dreamed of using his bare hands. Almost that long ago, he realized that would not work on the smoke and energy beings. So a change in tactics would be in order unless they came to him as beings other than mere energy. He has wandered, looking for them for centuries, finding only remnants here and there; provoking long, careful, detailed searches the likes of which any less patient man would have abandoned in favor of tearing every planet in the galaxy to shreds and hoping one of them had hidden beings on it. This calmness distinguishes him from other Sith: he is not given to fits of passion in any significant life-changing ways, and does not allow himself to fall into any trap of decision-making that relies on rage or fear. If it might affect his future, he ponders long and hard before taking on any task. In fact his behavior and demeanor toward things is far more Jedi in its reservation. But he does truly have an immediate bloodlust and can be found satiating it at the center of a maelstrom of severed limbs and cauterized, heart-height holes and neck ends... He is not afraid to get dirty, not shy of public assassinations, comfortable with blackmail and lawbreaking of all sorts to get whatever he needs done, finished and closed. Ula'noh-vahh does understand too, the meaning of both his name and his origins. He knows there are rules implicit with his existence. But no one ever bothered to tell him what those rules are and thus... he has no interest in playing their games. He doesn't truly know the name of the Convocation entity or group that brought him into being, or even if they have a name at all. Not a single shred of regret has passed through him at the thought of being 'denied' a father or parent-creator. Likewise, if he has ever expressed interest in having his own family, it would be more to gain prestige or secure himself among a group, than for personal attraction. He has no known children, but has never shied away from at least pretending to enjoy sex. It's not really clear whether his creators intended him to be able to reproduce, for that matter. He has remained on worlds long enough to have spawned a considerable number of families, with none visible so far. Though he is certainly space-faring, he prefers to spend a decent amount of time on one world, and then move on to another. Exhausting any possibilities of profit is usually his cue to leave. He has a collection of goods stored on a distant planet, collecting dust mostly - but he does return there to admire his trophies and add to them on occasion. Surveying his collection, one might find items from deepest antiquities (tablets pressed by ancient hands into clay or etched into stone that portray a pair of eyes shining from darkness), on through the latest financial records for a world in dire peril of global bankruptcy (that he most certainly instigated), but also literal stuffed heads of both animals and people decorate a number of private and well-maintained chambers. Having spent time among the rich and famous, even in the shadowy background, has lent to him sporting a large array of weapons on display as well, though he still prefers an up close and personal approach for his work. He won't turn down a trip to an exotic locale to hunt down a dangerous animal and use a rifle or electric net, though he will try and keep his face off the local newspaper cover when it turns out that large creature was the last of its kind and the perpetrators would be facing stiff fines or jail time. He has been known to take trinkets or mementos off of his higher-profile targets, but also from other people along the way, eliciting memories of whatever place or era he'd been - he, like even the hardest-hearted Vahh, is still somewhat prone to sentimentality. What he considers 'worth remembering' is different from those duplicates. He is vain, though not in a physical way; he enjoys being rich, being scary, and having control over his life and others. Perhaps a failing or weakness, he does know that he is 'just doing what was done to him', and that it is a sorry excuse for his behavior. That doesn't mean he's going to change that behavior. As with many of 'his' Vahh-kind, he does extend his teleportation ability to multidimensionality at times, though that itself is a bit of a sticky point for him. He knows he can do it, he's done it infrequently in the past, but not quite under control. It is this fact that has led him to various worlds - and also why his collection often just sits for a hundred years without a single living thing observing it. Eventually he finds a way to gather physical materials together, focusing his will, and goes 'home'. The location is as much of a home as it could be, nestled among low hills and verdant valleys he does not bother to walk through. (Bugs. And wet soil. Too much dirt.) While this home world cannot be said to be the same as 'Xen' belonging to many other versions of Vahh, it's not not the same: it may be a markedly similar planet, pre-contact and pre-destruction. After all, that world and Nach'lih kallah-vahh have always gone together in some way. It was not the spot where he was created. That one, he figures, can simply rot into the Void forever, if it even still exists. If it even existed in the first place, really; because knowing the Convocation and their variations, it may have been some form of Force Construct, not even a physical place. But he certainly is physical now. And this power had kicked in not so long ago, depositing him on yet another world, extremely far distant from his home and trophy rooms indeed. *** At the moment, he had found himself running over rooftops and taking odd jobs from people living in a place called the Rogue Isles: on a human-dominated world which was populated by mutants, mages, and technologically advanced corporations. He didn't really know how far he was from 'home', but he did know that on this planet they had not yet gotten themselves off of it properly, merely been invaded numerous times. That suited him fine. He was an invader too, now. He wasn't much fond of the current climate there in Grandville. A messy snow was falling, that clogged the Web of cables and power lines over the city and made it difficult to walk in the Gutter. Though of course both of those things were dangerous as it was, given that there were disgusting slag monsters with half-broken junk for armor in one, and Arachnos agents and scuttling spiderlike robots as far as the eye could see, up and down the Web. It did look calm for the moment, but he had recently had to clear out a mass of snow beasts from a warehouse's parking lot just so he could reach his intended target... Ula'noh-vahh knew that the people in Paragon City had it at least as rough for the Winter in their pleasant East Coast city. But if they occasionally dropped by the Isles for a trip, they were in for a nasty surprise and it wasn't even on the end of his Force sword. He didn't care for the cold, but then he had a cloak and used it well. At least it disguised any sign that he was shivering below it, and no one but himself would ever know that the slush inside his thick boots had made his toes go numb hours ago. This place was normally much warmer, and it showed in the fact that the sprawling city had no way to get rid of that collected snow and ice. Well, perhaps in the form of flamethrowers and assorted powered folk who could melt it away with their own fancy abilities. The storm that came in formed virtually overnight, dumping a thick blanket of the stuff everywhere, freezing the smaller bodies of water near-solid. Maybe that was why he felt a little off, he'd become used to the warm climate in just a few days, and he'd been there for months now. Maybe there were other reasons for his unease that he had yet to discover. But for the moment, a group of those snow beasts complete with a rampaging blue skinned woman calling herself Lady Winter were causing trouble and he needed to vent a bit. He could take her and the rest of that incursion out alone. No need to wait for anyone else to drag him down into the drifts. He spotted a dozen homeless people clustered around a burning metal trash bin and felt a moment of pity that he quashed instantly and replaced with the desire to use that fire to warm himself up... |
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