Ahsik Warren

Ahsik Warren
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Dathomir
Date of Birth:	19ABY (20 years old)
Date of Death:	Alive
Physical Description
Species:	Zabrak
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.72m
Weight:	70.3kg
Hair:	Curly mid-length Brown Afro
Eyes:	Gold
Cybernetics:	Left arm
Personal Information
Mother:	Nightsister Alti
Father:	Feral Warren
Known Children:	None
Spouse(s):	None
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood
Enemies:	Collective/ Sith Beasts of Naga Sadow
Lightsaber Color(s):	Journeyman saber
Lightsaber Form(s):	Form 0
Weapon(s):	ElectroStaff, Journeyman saber, Crushgaunts
Fighting Style(s):	Corellian Kickboxing
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Hunter/ Trainee
Position:	Apprentice
Affiliation:	Clan Plageuis
Personal Ship:	None
Known masters:	Ranarr Kul-Tarentae
Known apprentices:	none
Dossier:	#
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Ominous Beginnings

On Dathomir, there was brief celebration and much grief, as there was a nightsister, Alti, preparing to give birth to her firstborn child. Normally, the father of the child and servant to the mother, would not be present, however there was prominent reason to suggest that this girl may pass during birth. Brought forth to the nightsisters and remaining present only by concern, Feral could only watch as his mistress was dotted over and assisted by her sisters.

The first 5 hours of labor were normal, she had seemed to be holding well under such strain, however there was a sudden shift in the land. As though the spirits of ancestors past, and the wraith of the gods sparked, the night had come apon them in the peak of the day. The star had burned black, and the 4 sisters and Nightmother present became stricken with worry. “By the will of what god does the sky turn, nightmother?”, The first of the nightsisters asked. “Tunta, you need to stay and watch over the child and his mother, I must learn the fate of this creature. Yunla, Kata, and Ythol come with me, I need your assistance in consulting the gods.”, Nightmother requested of them. “Yes Nightmother.”, they sounded off together. Feral Warren could only watch, stunned before what he did not understand. “Will she be alright?”, Feral asked of Tunta. “Shut it and sit down, Slave.” Tunta ordered of the poor zabrak.

After another 3 hours after the Nightmother and sisters had left, Tunta was struggling to keep her sister alive without the assistance of her siblings. She had ordered Feral to assist her and for another hour they continued, until it was finally time for the child to be born. The sky had still been blackened and the two had no idea what the Nightmother had learned about the child. Cutting the umbilical chord the child was placed in Feral’s hands and it was there the child would stay so that Tunta could attempt to save his dying mother.

Suddenly the Nightmother had returned, holding a ring with a figure of a dark sun on its face. “This child... is both cursed and blessed. The Goddess has determined that this boy shall be a great leader to his fathers clan, or may release an Evil that endangers is all. The vision of the boys future showed me an ancient ruin, created by a distant war. It crashed to dathomir and it has been slumbering, whatever this child must face, He is the only one capable to finding and killing the evil sealed in that pit. Feral, come before me with the child.”, Nightmother explained. Feral obeyed and present the child to her. “You are to be son of your father, and to be raised into a fine warrior. You with save or doom your clan, and I name you: Ahsik Warren.”, Nightmother christened the child thus. Night mother returned the child to Feral and told him, “Should this boy die, or fall too ill to fight, or be raised weak. You will die. All you know will die, and all of your clan shall be forgotten and cursed by the Goddess.” Feral nodded, “yes Nightmother, thank you.” The next hour was a futile attempt to save Alti, she had passed from giving birth to the child and would be honored for her sacrifice.

Feral returned to his clan, and gathered the tribal leaders. There was grave news to be told. Feral had been sent with Tunta, now servant to her, should she call on him.

The Path of the Cursed Boy

Feral and Tunta called meeting to the tribe leaders of the nightbrother clan of Warren. The confused faces of these elders and warriors were addressed first by Tunta, “Listen all, Nightmother has delivered the child of Alita, son to Feral Warren, and with it came a vision from the gods. This boy is fated to bring great power to this clan, or he is fated to doom it. The boy must live until he has completed the Ritual of Beginnings, and become one of you. After that day shall come the time for him to quest, to the valley of fallen stars, where the air is tainted and it’s waters spoilt. From this place he shall bring gems, and talismans of power, or he shall release death and suffering. Should he die or fail to grow strong, the bringers of death will come, and none of you shall live.” “THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!” Cried the eldest among them, Leader Feng. “That child was never meant to be conceived, and is now responsible for the lives of our sons and daughters?!?” This opinion was popular, igniting a frenzy of questions and aggression. “THIS BOY IS CHOSEN OF THE ANCESTORS, SON TO MY SISTER AND SOON SAVIOR TO YOUR BLOOD, SHOULD ANY HERE WISH ILL OF THIS CHILD, MAY YOU STRIKE YOURSELF AND EACH OF YOUR BROTHERS DOWN.” Tunta spoke with a power that flowed green from her eyes, and spoke the bones of everyone present. “Listen to me brothers, I understand the faulty of my ways, and the bastard child that it became out of rite. But my boy can save us, can be better than us, but only if you let him.” Spoke Feral in the softest of tones. Feral knew how to touch the hearts and minds of his brothers, he knew of the struggles and concerns each one had. “I can make promise that I will make this boy strong, stronger than any of you could hope to be, and in return I will serve you all. I give myself up for the chance at my boy being able to live.” Feral vowed. “We will respect your word, but know that your child will be disdained as much as he is revered for each feat he achieves.” Said the Elder Feng.

8 Years have passed. The boy Ahsik was standing before his father in the empty area just as the sun was rising early. “Today is when you begin to put those tricks of yours aside, and properly commit yourself to combat like a true nightbrother” His Father said to him. This had been a regular complaint, Ahsik had developed a talent for conjuring illusions that only he and another person could see or hear. It was something he prides himself on, a gift from the ancestors and the unseen stigma of his cursed fate. It was matched with the ring his father bared, something that he would receive when we was worthy, and was ready to face his fate. The constant pranking and playfulness that he used his gift had caused him to shirk his training and combat in the arena with the other younglings. “I’ve been an Ace in my studies Father, and there’s no one I know my age that can beat me with a spear.” Ahsik groaned at his father. He knew that this talk was more serious than others but he was hoping to avoid the confrontation. “NO. You will not shy from this, you are my son and the Child of Black Sun. You need to be strong enough to kill death itself and you will not do that when you can’t even kill your laziness.” Feral spoke approaching his son. “But Fath-“ SMACK The taste of blood filled the boy’s mouth. “If you will not appliy yourself, you will have no choice but to train. You will train or die boy, and I will have no mercy on you.” Feral snarled. “Yes Father.” Ahsik said. For the next 2 years Ahsik lost all control of his life, there were no friends to visit him and no time to spend alone. Training had consumed him physically, but mentally he still trained those skills that made him happy. Music and his illusions kept him together and helped him to become stronger together. Ahsik hates his father as much as he loved him, for he saw the fear in his eyes every time he saw Ahsik stumble.

Ahsik had reached the age of 15 when the time came. He was to undergo the Rite Of Beginning, which was a 2 week long test, consisting of 3 days of gladiator fighting in the arena, with no sleep or rest. This is followed by a week and a half of surviving in the wildlands or the marshlands, the decision made by the victor of the last fight. The combatants are the newly initiated and the final fight was against a tribal leader. Most are expected to fail the last fight, hence the trek into the wilds, however Ahsik was expected to defeat all the opponents, then go into the wild without resources, or face death. The curse of his life made it apparent that if he didn’t live up to this expectation he would be deemed a failure and killed. More surprising than not Ahsik survived the first day of gladiatorial fighting, forced to not use his illusionary abilities. He had no rest and was given little to eat. He had been paraded around the tribe every hour he was not fighting, a celebrity and an outcast in the same breadth. The two days followed the same, however the final fight Ahsik had chosen to use his illusionary abilities, igniting a deep rage and hatred within Ahsik. Ahsik had been force to face the son of Elder Feng, Craw. Craw has fought as dirty as possible, sabotaging Ahsik’s spear and shield. Ahsik eventually got the upperhand quickly, suffering only severe bruising and drove the blunt spearhead into his shoulder. As Craw screamed and pleaded, Ahsik placed a hand on his wound and on his face, driving a pain so horrendous that the Leader had died of heart attack. This act was seen as an outrage but before he could be reprimanded, Ahsik stride into the wild, bruised, unarmed and bloody.

He returned healthy, grinning, and covered head to toe in blood.

He was raised like a prince, for should he die the clan would be wiped out. As one of the best warriors the clan ever produced, he took a group of 4 of his closest warrior friends on his quest soon following his 15th birthday. The four were sent on the fateful quest to marshed over cave. The size of a small ravine, it was bored out and dotted with shrappnel. It was a cave made by a ship lost from Yavin 4, from the time nearing the end of Naga Sadow's empire. The ship was a cargo ship containg ancient talismans of Sith power. However it was paired by a small pack of 5 Sith hounds. The now men were unprepared for such powerful Dark side beasts. Having been ripped to shreds, only Ahsik survived, having a debilitated left leg and his left arm left in the maw of the only beast to die that night. After a bloody, desperate trek of 2 nights limping, Ahsik returned home to a desolate land and the remnants of his Tribe. The bodies barely intact as they were feasted on, Ahsik vowed to slay the beasts that committed the act becoming a mindless hunter.

The Hunt

After 2 years of stalking and tracking, Ahsik had slain 3 of the remaining 4 Sith hounds. Each one binding him to the dark side of the force, and by drinking the blood of each kill he was gifted visions and lessons of dark side power in return for his efforts. On the eve of his last kill, a Mandalorian ship landed having heard word of the ruins of riches that killed a tribe of natives.

Galactic Introduction

Ahsik had saved the envoy from the beast, killing it and earning their favor. After his final ritual he believed that to find his way he needed to join these men. Acting as a treasure hunter and guide for these men, he trained with them and assisted in helping them find other sites of riches and power. After another year of living among the mandalorians and travelling to far away places, He lost a bout to one of them in his last few days with them, prompting a vision coinciding his news of an academy to teach and train force sensitives seeking real power.

Becoming a Sith

Apon entering the academy Ahsik has been assigned to Clan Plageuis under tutelage of Ranarr Kul. He is becoming a devout servant and seeks more and more ways to become powerful and maybe one day, be free of his fears and nightmares, beyond his jokes and his next fight.

Current State

Physical Description

He has 12 horns, though only 8 are visible. He has 4 12cm horns, 2 on each end of his forehead, with the other two mirroring the back. The other visible 4 are placed in between the first 4, but are of 6cm in length and located about a quarter closer to the top of the head. The last 4 horns of his are 3cm in length, in a diamond formation on the top of his crown.

He has light red skin and grows thick brown hair thats curly, but typically kept in a medium length Afro. There is no other hair on any of his body. The eyes themselves are a brown so dark as to look black, however the rims and edges of his iris are gold that streak toward his pupils. His nose is thick and straight, with medium wide nostrils. His cheekbones are mid face, but not prominent. His jaw is strong, with thick cheeks and a square chin. He has tattoos on his face and body, they begin with his horns, each line crossing down and rimming each eye, then they divide his cheeks by covering the length of his nose, finally reaching down to his chin, leaving 3 lines down his lips.

The back of his head and the underside of his chin have all been painstakingly tattooed black. His body has been tattooed with black that is very linear. Utilizing thick black lines, not unlike a circuit board, to black out his joints, shoulders and ribs. The remaining skin over his muscle groups have 3 symmetrical black bars, about 3cm in thickness, reaching out from the edges of his muscle groups, the highest vertically being the longest, the subsequent bar is of half the length of the previous one. He is stocky, with a barrel chest and wide hips. His legs are thick, and arms tones, but not as built. Each of his forearms are a net of scars and each of his fingers are long and pointed.

He has 2 scars on his chest, 1 being over his clavicle, and stretching 20cm. The other scar is covering the base of his left hip. It stretches 30cm by 10cm. His entire left arm is missing from the shoulder down. He has another scar, hald burn and half bite marks scarring all the skin from just under his left knee to his toes.