The Basics

Name: Zijen (Given – Rattataki slang for forgotten one) / Shashou (Birth – Ancient tongue for assassin)
Title: Acolyte / Apprentice
Nickname: Jeviso (Sith for Wraith)
Profession: Sith Inquisitor - Sorcerer

Home World: Rattatak
Current World: Korriban

Looks

Age: 21
Gender: M 
Species: Rattataki

Hair Color: N/A
Hair Style: N/A
Eyes Color: Red
Skin Tone: Chalky Grey

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Athletic (lean/graceful)

Tattoos: Numerous tribal tattoos covering large portions of his body
Body Art: Tattoos organized to channel spiritual power (Rattataki tribal beliefs)
Scars: Curiously enough, no scars resulted from his harsh upbringing
Piercings: TBD (RP limited by char generator)

Appearance: Shashou is an imposing figure. Although not overly large, he has an unflinching gaze that feels to most like it is peering into their soul. Moreover, he has an uncommon charisma about him, not so much from what he says but how he carries himself. Every movement seems calm, controlled, and calculated--unphased by any situation. Though never actually measured, it also seems that his shadow is larger than should be cast by a man of his size. This oddity is compounded by the fact that many feel tired, if not weaker, in his presence. It does not help, that he seems to sense this weakness, occasionally giving a small bend of a smile with a humored squinting of the eyes.

Clothes: Sith training robes
Armor: None

Personal Details

Personality: Despite his vicious tendencies and tribal upbringing, Shashou is very sophisticated and cannot be considered cold or distant. Rather, he is able to use his immense presence and commanding, but subtle, personality to great effect. In fact, he possesses an uncanny ability to analyze and disarm the people with whom he socializes, even when initially there is overwhelming distrust. Moreover, due to his vast understanding of people's desires, he is able to easily manipulate others, bending them to his will with mere words, preferring to surprise his enemies with his ferocity rather than display it outright and openly. 

This methodical maneuvering is made possible by Shashou's staggering intellect and eidetic memory, allowing him to revisit a specific sight, sound, or thought whenever he wishes (to include the emotions he has drained). With this gift, he's a relentless planner, constantly evaluating every permutation and nuance of his schemes. Furthermore, having endured years of torture, he is extremely patient, never rushing to achieve his goals. Shashou is content to wait years for the proper moment to strike rather than expose himself to undue risk, relishing as much in the game as he does the result. Far too many enemies have celebrated a short lived achievement against him only to later learn that it was a feign to guarantee a larger victory. In the end, the greatest mistake his enemies ever make is to forget that he is a sadist who derives great pleasure and amusement from killing his victims, usually in a particularly gruesome and grandiose manner.

Motivations: Shashou is not motivated by greed or power (unless it is the power to gain victory over himself), nor is he concerned with the political struggle witin the Sith Empire or between the Republic. Rather, his only real concern is the pursuit of knowledge. He is obsessed with discovering the deepest and most ancient secrets of the force. 

Alignment: Neutral Evil; Shashou has no compunctions about harming others to get what he wants, but he does not go out of his way to cause carnage or mayhem when they see no direct benefit to it. He abides by laws for only as long as it is convenient for him. He is not bound by any sort of honor or tradition nor is he pointlessly violent.

Philosophy: Shashou is a purist. He does not recognize a separation between the light and dark side of the force. In fact, he sees the distinction as a bastardization created by Jedi/Sith to satisfy their own egotistical and prideful desires. That said, he embraces the ideology of the Sith that only through passion shall you be free. Although unsure as to why at this point, he believes that we are here in the physical universe for the explicit purpose of experiencing its pleasures and to feed an understanding that we are to take with us to the other side.

Family History: When the Sith returned to the galaxy, a Sith Lord called Darth Vich felt a strong presence on a secluded planet (Rattataki). Initially observing the indigenous culture, he discovered a savage warlike people with a natural affinity for killing. Moreover, a rare few were strong with the force—exceptionally strong. The strongest of which was Var S'dan, a tribal priest. Seeing the potential to raise a powerful army, Darth Vich approached Var S’dan and in Rattataki fashion engaged in combat. Quickly dispatching Var S’dan, Darth Vich established his strength and easily convinced Var S’dan to follow him with promises of training in the dark powers. Var S’dan became Darth Vich’s most powerful apprentice and helped raise a Rattataki army with goals of seizing more power within the Empire.

Prior Darth Vich’s arrival, Var S’dan had taken a mate and had conceived a child. However, through the Sith teachings, Var S’dan began to see this connection as a weakness and plotted to kill his mate and child. On the day of his child’s birth, Var S’dan waited to sever this burden, wishing to first see the face of the “enemy” he was going to kill. Ironically, Var S’dan’s mate did not survive the delivery of the child. Falling back to more tribal beliefs, Var S’dan saw this as an omen and decided to spare the child, instead just killing the “mid-wife” overseeing the delivery to cover his acts. Although he decided to spare the child, he could not, would not raise him. Instead, Var S’dan decided that the child’s deadly deed only bought him a chance at survival, not a guarantee. As a result, Var S’dan took the child to a far off rival Rattataki clan and left the child with slavers, knowing that the slavers would at least allow the child to grow to a “working” age. Additionally, since Var S’dan was Darth Vich’s lead in assembling the Rattataki army, he could avoid “raiding” the tribe where he placed the child--at least for a while. Beyond that, survival was up to Shashou—the assassin (of his own mother).

Unfortunately for Darth Vich, Var S’dan’s potential was far greater than even his own. Var S’dan soon became a prize in the eye of many a Sith. Eventually, from the shadows of a secret Sith cult, a dark lord lured Var S’dan away from the teachings of Darth Vich. After the disappearance of Var S’dan, who to many was the symbol of Rattataki “loyalty” in the army, other Rattataki defected. This left Darth Vich’s army weakened, ultimately leading to its defeat at the hand of the Sith Council. As for the whereabouts of Var S’dan, no one, except for the Sith lord and the secret cult, knows where he has gone. 

Relationships: None
Known Relatives: None known to him. Father Var S’dan is alive, but whereabouts unknown.
Friends: None
Enemies: Those who try to cage him or slow his pursuit of knowledge (and actual feelings through this power)

Faction: Sith Empire
Guild/Group: Rage
Rank: Minion

Current Master: Soon to find out
Former Master: Audra, Rattataki shaman

Current Apprentice: None
Former Apprentice: None

Strengths: He has uncanny intelligence, enabling him to learn the most complicated things easily. Moreover, his intelligence combined with his exceptional ability to perceive peoples' intentions, motivations, and emotions (due to years of studying others to examine what he originally did not have) allow him to be an exquisite manipulator. Furthermore, he has an extraordinary capacity for the force.

Weaknesses: Although he is strong with the force, it is his crutch, relying on it heavily just to function in the world. Without it, he would be crippled. Additionally, his addiction to emotional siphoning and exploration, causes him to draw events out (combat, conversation, etc) so he can experience the entire gambit of his victim's feelings as well as his. As with many thing, the longer you take the to end a situation, the greater chance something unexpected could cause the plan to go wrong. Moreover, as he draws on the life force of others, he is building up some of their emotional consciousness in himself. He must purge the emotional consciousness that he builds up from his siphoning every so often (through healing others) or he will lose his grip on his own consciousness. 

Limitations: Since he was emotionally closed for most of his life, feeding on life force/emotions is like a drug to him now. He needs it. As a result, he is at most times draining small, undetectable amounts of life force from those around him to feed his addiction (masking the drain in his shadow). Every so often he builds a big reserve by killing his enemies. Also, although he can drain life from any sentient being, the longer he draws from the same source, the less frequent he needs to draw from it and with greater potency (though there is a minimum frequency no matter how long he spends with a being--at this time).


Combat Style

Force Sensitive?: Yes

Weapons: Single-bladed training Lightsaber

Fighting Style: Force and deception over melee

Saber Type: Single
Saber Color: N/A

Saber Style Master: Soon to find out
Saber Style Limited: Soon to find out

Force Form Master: Soon to find out
Force Form Limited: Soon to find out

Force Powers Master: Soon to find out
Force Powers Limited: Soon to find out

Other Information

Languages: Rattataki, Common, basic understanding of Sith

History: Left in the “care” of Rattataki slavers, Shashou was given the name Zijen, slang for forgotten one. Looking to get a return on their good fortune, the slavers began to raise Zijen. However, by the time Zijen was able to walk (which was slower than most), it quickly became apparent that Zijen was not completely normal. Zijen did not respond to touch—a problem which was confirmed by his difficulty with walking, not so much due to a lack of desire or coordination but more so due to a lack of feeling of his body to the ground. Ultimately, it was discovered that Zijen had no sense of feeling whatsoever, good or bad. As a result, the slavers, in their disgust, decided to get rid of Zijen and cut their loses. So, they beat Zijen harshly so that he would not make any noise and proceeded to discard his body in a nearby tunnel outside of the clan’s underground village.

To their amazement and disdain, Zijen hobbled back into the village a week later (hobbling from walking on weakened bones, not pain). Promptly the slavers recovered their property with the intentions of doing the job right this time (and punishing the slaver who could not kill a child the first time around). As a result, they clubbed Zijen with hammers and stabbed him with knives. Watching the eyes roll back in his head and the blood flow from his body, they knew the deed was done and threw is body back in the outside tunnel. Oddly enough, they found the corpses of several cave worms and beetles in the location they left him before. Satisfied with their work, the slavers went back to life as usual—Zijen showed up their door a week later with barely a scratch on him.

Although to most this would be a sign of incredible power, the slavers viewed it as cruel amusement. Instead of finding the rhyme or reason behind these “miracles”, they used it as a chance to entertain. Zijen soon became the focus of every odd way to be punished, killed, and disposed of. Betting pools on which punishment would finally finish him off piled higher than a man standing. Through it all, Zijen continued to return (where else would he go—he knew nothing else). The only clues to his survival were the corpses of a large range of scavenger insects and animals. In fact, during one attempt to take his life, they took him to the surface, outside the underground cave, and banished him to the dessert—a death sentence for most Rattataki. After he returned, a slaver ventured to the surface to find only the corpse of a Krayt Dragon. When questioned how he survived, he could never answer. His knowledge of the events stopped at the point they punished him to the brink of death and started again at the moment he could stand and walk.

By the time Zijen was 10, the word of his tricks of survival made its way to the village shaman. Knowing this child was touched by a gift, the shaman purchased Zijen from the slavers. Whether it was due to a similar birth defect or as a result of years of abuse, Zijen showed no joy in being “saved” from the slavers. In fact, in addition to no physical sense of feeling, Zijen felt no feelings at all—no joy, no sadness, no anything…just an insatiable will to survive. 

Still, Zijen seized the opportunity the shaman gave him. The shaman began to teach Zijen how to not only channel some of his abilities, but to use his mind. Mentally, Zijen proved to be an outstanding student, unparalleled by anything the shaman had seen before. Moreover, due to the shaman's political influence and clout in the village, she was able to imbue Zijen with the skills to manipulate people into doing his wishes without them realizing. 

Unfortunately, there was only so much the shaman could teach Zijen in the ways of combat due to his physical limitations. Zijen, with all his ability to survive, was a frail boy, weakened by the inability to truly push his body. Luckily, his skills in maneuvering politically kept him out of Rattataki combat rituals. This held true until one day the shaman was able teach Zijen how to channel electricity. In one instant, it was like the power was turned on inside of Zijen’s body. Although Zijen’s body could technically still not feel anything, the force electricity acted like an extension of Zijen’s nervous system, but a nervous system that could feel. From that day forward, Zijen almost always generated some form of electric field around him to “feel” the world. With this new found sense, Zijen quickly learned to tax his body and molded his it into a lean weapon, much like his mind.

The training went on for several years. Zijen was almost learning faster than she could teach with the exception of the “magic” that allowed him to survive his earlier captivity. He still could not consciously control that power. 

Then one day, the village began to burn. Stepping outside with the shaman, Zijen saw several robbed figures with illuminated sticks slaughtering the village occupants. He immediately engaged the enemy, not out of fear or sense protection to those being killed but rather a desire to keep his source of teaching intact. Surprising many of the robbed figures with his force ability, he was able to strike a few down with his initial onslaught, but the surprise did not last long. Once keen to his abilities, many robbed figures converged on Zijen. His skill was no match for their focused efforts. Just when all seemed lost and his wounds appeared fatal, a burst of dark energy flowed from Zijen towards his attackers, promptly sucking the life out of their bodies and repairing his. In that moment, perhaps because he was too young before, Zijen experienced a sensation he had never fathomed before—feeling. The act of ripping the life-force out of his enemy and healing himself could only be described in one word: ecstasy.

After this display of power, another robbed figure came through the smoldering village fires. This figure, however, was much more imposing and seemed to loom over Zijen, even at a great distance. In a raspy voice, the figure proclaimed, “Well, Jeviso, you have survived. You're definitely the one I have been looking for.” The figure continued on to promise Zijen great power through training and knowledge of the Dark Side of the force, not some feeble lessons from a simple shaman. Zijen, a Rattataki at heart, resisted the new found emotional urge to fight this figure in order to make him prove his words of skill and power, not because he did not want to fight but more so because he could feel his strength and his power was unquestionable. The robbed figure asked for one test of faith to earn the right of power, kill the shaman—his old master. Without hesitation or even looking in her direction, Zijen sent a black cloud of energy towards the shaman. She was dead before Zijen took his next breath.

The hooded figure led Zijen to his ship and escorted him to Korriban to meet his new master, but not before every slaver who survived the Sith attack endured a death that would cause even the most cruel to cringe...

Items: Clothes on his back and a training saber
Ship: None
Land Vehicle: None