Azmodius Equesinfernum

Azmodius Equesinfernum
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Coruscant
Date of Birth:	16 ABY
Physical Description
Species:	ArkanianOmwati
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.905 m
Weight:	55 kg
Hair:	White
Eyes:	White
Personal Information
Lightsaber Form(s):	Vaapad
Fighting Style(s):	Echani
Chronology & Political Information
Position:	Warrior
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Dossier:	13964
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Azmodius is a Warrior of House Ajunta Pall in Clan Plagueis. Formerly a Jedi of the New Jedi Order, he has completed his training in Battleteam Disciples of Dreypa and has since grown to be a Warrior of Clan Plagueis.

Character History

Early Years

Birth

Azmodius was the pride of an Arkanian geneticist and his Omwati wife. His only memory of his life at home rests in his feline companion, an experiment of his fathers he kept as a pet. Ozzy Pawsborne was a research experiment performed by Azmodius' father to try and give the gift of knowledge to lesser beings. While Ozzy did gain the ability to speak, he refuses to do so unless telling a story or singing a song while playing his tiny cat-sized balalaika. Due to his father's profession, Azmodius' genes were carefully manipulated to retain the characteristics of an Arkanian pureblood with the thin and bony frame of the Omwati people. At an early age, his father discovered his "creation" proved more successful than he had ever hoped. In addition to boosting his son's immune system and functions of his organs, Azmodius was gifted with a high level of midi-chlorians, giving him the ability to be trained in the ways of the Force. Shortly after this discovery, and against the wishes of his wife, the scientist made contact with the Jedi Order and his son was taken to be trained in the ways of the force.

A Jedi No More

Azmodius was brought into the New Jedi Order in 20 ABY and trained under the tutelage of the Jedi Academy on Yavin IV. His progression ,especially in lightsaber forms, far surpassed any of his fellow classmates and his training was passed on to a master at an early age. To his misfortune, the young padawan's master was not a very capable one. Perhaps the headmasters wanted the child to learn on his own or mabe it was his master they felt could use the assistance of a more capable padawan, nonetheless, Azmodius was paired with the cowardly jedi master Marcus.

Azmodius and Marcus were frequently sent on missions in the most grimy parts of the galaxy, and so, a love of vodka, women, and spice found Azmodius. This became highly beneficial to their missions as it allowed him to blend in with criminals far more easily. In addition to this, the modifications his father gifted him with upon birth allowed him to work the alcohol out of his blood at a far better rate and often he would challenge criminals to drinking contests only to find nobody could keep up. Marcus informed Azmodius of his intent to give the young padawan full credit for always capturing enemies so easilly, but lied and took credit for himself.

After a few years under the tutelage of Master Marcus, Azmodius grew curious of why he had never been knighted. His master dismissed his inquiries time and time again saying the youngling needed to learn patience and that an alcoholic sexual deviant would have trouble hiding his vices from the council. In 33 ABY, en route to a mission on Coruscant, his ship was attacked and boarded by pirates. While Azmodius managed to come to his master's rescue in time and dispatch a good number of the intruders, he was knocked unconscious during the fight. Upon seeing his padawan fall amidst a band of cutthroats, the young Jedi's master fled, taking the last escape pod.

Azmodius awoke with a loud ringing in his head. His hands were bound and his lightsaber was in the hands of one of the renegades. He asked what had become of his master, only to be disappointed in Master Marcus' cowardice. While he grew bitter with his master, he never expected such a betrayal and his blood began to boil. Ironically, his first steps along the path of darkness began with a master of light.

A Pirate's Life for Me

Rather than kill him, as a captured Jedi is hard to come by, the pirates decided to bring Azmodius to their captain. Their Captain, Rashaun "Reggie" Silver, was overwhelmed with joy when he met the young padawan and decided to keep him on as a crew member, fitting him with a shock collar to ensure his obedience. Azmodius accepted his fate for the time being and began his work as an ordinary deckhand. While he couldn't stand cleaning up after the crew, he found them to be tolerable on occasion. From time to time they would offer him a place at their table, offering him better food and drink in exchange for the boy's thrilling tales as a Jedi.

One day, as he was fulfilling his duties, their ship was attacked by a group of small time gang members who managed to steal a ship and began to expand their criminal activities. With everyone occupied by the boarding party, Azmodius was able to grab a vibrosword from one of his fallen crew members and, using his Jedi training, turned the tide of battle in the pirates' favor. In the moments of battle, the Arkanian found that he had a taste for violence. The blood, the screams, the feeling of flesh tearing open on his blade made his heart race with excitement as he had never had to kill before. His courage and prowess bought the respect of his fellow crew members and upon returning to their base, Captain Rashaun Silver removed his collar and gave back his lightsaber. After about a year of servitude, the bonds of slavery had been broken and Azmodius was free to do as he pleased.

Rather than kill his former captives, Azmodius found that he fit in well with the vagrants. He was rewarded with copious amounts of alcohol and spice for his manny successful runs and his sexual escapades gave him even more recognition among the pirates. It was not long until he became a member of the captain's innermost circle. No longer being sent on missions where he would be allowed to sate his unnatural bloodlust, the young pirate grew bored and after a short while, distastful of the pirate's simplicity as a whole. During a disagreement, in which a lot of alcohol was involved in addition to several totally smokin' twi'leks, Azmodius fought and severely beat several pirate leaders, abandoning the lifestyle of the criminals. Breaking all trust with his former captors, Azmodius totally jacked one of their ships and hauled ass. With the pirates in hot pursuit, a drunken Azmodius was shot down above Dathomir and, left for dead on the harsh planet, was pulled from the wreckage of his ship by members of one of the Dathomiri Nightbrother enclaves.

Warriors of Dathomir

Dathomir, where Azmodius joined with the Nightbrothers.

Still reeking of alcohol, the sight of the Nightbrothers sobered him up real quick. They gave him coffee and cigarettes and after administering a trial of combat, adopted him into their society. Due to his thin physique, the tattoos they branded him with outlined his skeletal structure, making him look even more like a skin-and-bones, man-eating, killer. He liked that... a lot. Within a year, his savage combat prowess and attitude gained him further knowledge of the nightbrother and nightsister rituals and powers. His favorite was the use of the Force to communicate with the spirit of native animals to be able to communicate with the living species and even gain some of their attributes for a period of time. he practiced this art whenever he would get the chance as he viewed the primal urges of animals and the satisfying of these urges to be the release he needed when not high on spice or drunk off his ass. One day, whilst hunting weaponless with nothing but the abilities of one of the predators on Dathomir, he attracted a smoking hot Nightsister and they screwed like animals for like... months.

After a while Azmodius' old master came to Dathomir in search of his lost student. While Azmodius was out hunting and screwing, his master gained temporary entry into the clan and waited for him to return. Upon arriving Azmodius sensed the cowardice of his former master and commanded his lover to stay behind as he was unsure of their "guest's" intentions. As he had suspected, his master was sent to retrieve his student tom atone for yet another disgraceful act. He was to return with Azmodius or go into exile. Azmodius laughed at his master who looked as if he had found his golden ticket back to the jedi. It became clear his master would not accept refusal when he signaled a small force of troops to raid the village after leaving the hut belonging to Azmodius. The lover tried to stop him, but was killed in the process. Azmodius felt her spirit join the force and became blinded by rage. He rushed out only to see his former master was nowhere to be found. Waking everyone in the village by ringing the alarms, he rushed out with his fellow nightbrothers to defend their settlement from the troops.

After cleaving through a few troops, Azmodius saw his master setting explosives by some of the shelters. He rushed in for a quick kill, but his master turned and blocked his strike with his own lightsaber. Trying his best to convince Azmodius that these were worshipers of the dark side and that all he had done with them was proof of this was useless. Azmodius loved sex and alcohol, and his former master's words only angered him more. As he spoke, Azmodius began to remember all the times his master let him down and betrayed his trust. His strikes grew stronger and faster as he knocked the lightsaber out of the jedi's hands. At this time the troops had been defeated and only the lone jedi stood without his weapon. He reached out to it with the force ,but a Nightbrother quickly grabbed it and ran off. Handing his own lightsaber to another Nightbrother, he said "this is my fight, ill finish it my way". He motioned to his old master to run like the coward he had always been, who took off before Azmodius could finish his sentence. An hour passed while Azmodius sat, speaking to the animals of Dathomir for their power once more.

When he opened his eyes, they were no longer pale white as they normally were, but yellow and catlike. he leaped high into the trees and took off after the jedi's scent. After about 10 minutes, He found himself sitting on a branch, high up above his former master. The jedi yelled, "i can sense youre here!" into the darkness as Azmodius leaped from branch to branch, throwing the jedi off of his location. His old master's heart raced as he fell deeper and deeper into a panicked state. When the time was right and the jedi had gone mad from fear, Azmodius leaped down on him and tore his spine out. Upon returning with the spine in his bloody clawed hand the Nightbrothers ran to him in excitement, shouting praise and calling him the greatest hunter of Dathomir. This would have pleased Azmodius any other day, but he had just lost the best lay he had ever known in addition to many of his closest Nightbrothers.

Seeking more power and with no passion left for the place, Azmodius left Dathomir, searching the stars for further knowledge of the Dark Side. It was after a full year of inebriated searching that rumors of a secret society of Dark Jedi clustered in the shadows of the Stygian Caldera reached his hazy radar. He grabbed his best bottle of booze, stole the first ship he could find and went there as fast as it's little engines could. Flying blind within the space crap, Azmodius crashed onto planet Antei and got his ass recruited into the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.

The Apprentice

Azmodius had spent a few short weeks with the members of the Dark Brotherhood before knowledge of a powerful master's search for a suitable apprentice made way to his ears. Upon entering the chamber where all the wishful students gathered he immediately noticed that only a handful had lightsabers of their own. His confidence did not go unnoticed as a rather large and rather thick individual by the name of Bright began an attempt to intimidate him into leaving the chamber. The sound of cackling from Bright's circle of pathetic followers pissed Azmodius off and a duel between himself and Bright began.

During the duel, the two locked sabers and the force of the two pressing against each other proved too much for his saber as it's blade shattered to never work again. The loss of the only possession he owned sent him into a blind rage as he dodged a saber strike and took Bright to the ground. Ear shattering screams rang out in the chamber as Azmodius pressed his clawed thumbs into Bright's eyes. The sight of their beloved champion in agony filled his followers with rage as they all attacked Azmodius. Moments later Azmodius stood victorious over the gang while Bright managed to get back to his feet.

Still capable of fighting, Bright reached out to sense where his opponent was and resumed his assault. Still in a wild fit of rage, Azmodius disarmed Bright and forced him to his knees. As the giant begged for mercy Azmodius grew colder and ripped his spine out and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. He turned to finish off his other assailants when a booming "Stop" was heard from high above. Furios Morega had seen the events that had transpired and leaped down from the 100ft high rafters, slowing his decent with the force. Igniting his saber he commanded the young Arkanian to kneel. Azmodius recognized this was a significant member of the Brotherhood and did as he was told. Furios' blade danced around his head and upon rising to his feet, Furios congratulated him on becoming his apprentice.

Traits and Abilities

Appearance

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A vibrosword such as Azmodius uses.

Azmodius was born to an Arkanian man and an Omwati woman. His father was a geneticist and altered his DNA to give him the appearence of a pure blood Arkanian with only retaining the tall and thin frame of the Omwati people. He has four clawed digits on each hand and long white hair. His eyes are kept wrapped as most systems have too bright of a sun. During his time spent with the warriors of Dathomir he was given tattoos covering his whole body aside from his head. Due to his tall and thin physique , the tattoos outlined his skeletal structure in a wicked cool way. Azmodius wears Dathomiri robes and a pair of boots. Each boot has a small pouch on its inner side. One holds a small pipe and the other holds a small amount of spice as he had grown accustomed to it during his days as a pirate. His leg has a small leather holster holding a larger than average flask he keeps full of vodka. His lightsaber has a red blade and is kept on the left side of his hip. 10 throwing daggers rest in sheathes along his lower back and legs. He keeps 3 blades on each leg and four on his lower back, just under his vibrosword.

Personality

Azmodius is usually a fun loving guy, but when angered he unleashes his pure animistic rage upon any who have the misfortune of getting in his way. A dark and violent past has given him a thirst for blood and he loves nothing more than to sate it with a good hunt, a good lay, or some good vodka. A child at heart, he is usually found playing with beasties, as he has an affinity for them, or doing something that would make one tilt their head to the side in confusion usually involving Ozzy. Azmodius also drinks coffee and smokes cigarettes as he most commonly words it, "I'm not a person till iv'e had some coffee and a smoke." A handsome face, and his lustful attitude, (and on occasion his companion) seems to get him in trouble more often than his other habits, although, to Azmodius, it is almost always worth it.

Abilities

A stray female dog Azmodius rescued.

Azmodius tends to focus on the physical attributes of the force more than others, except his Beast Mastery ability. Like the rest of his abilities, Beast Mastery stems from a natural gift. His use of the force is concentrated on bolstering his strength, speed, athleticism and awareness of his surroundings as they are most crucial to a warrior and hunter. He is well trained in the art of Sokan and is proficient in bladed weapons, lightsabers and throwing daggers.