Deimos d'Tana

Deimos d'Tana
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Anzat
Date of Birth:	206 BBY (Age 243)
Date of Death:	N/A
Physical Description
Species:	Anzat
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.82 Meters
Weight:	98.4 Kgs
Hair:	White
Eyes:	Yellow
Personal Information
Allies:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Dark Council Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma Etah d'Tana
Enemies:	The New Jedi Order
Lightsaber Color(s):	Red
Lightsaber Form(s):	Makashi
Fighting Style(s):	Dulon Kartranin
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Sith Inquisitor Interrogator
Position:	Dark Jedi Knight
Era(s):	Rise of the Empire Era Rebellion Era New Republic Era New Jedi Order Era Legacy Era Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Sith Order Clan Arcona House Qel-Droma d'Tana Jensaarai
Known masters:	Etah d'Tana
Known apprentices:	N/A
Dossier:	8106
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"Someone once asked me why I look to the Dread Masters as my Idols. I responded by filling the poor serfs head with his worst nightmares and nearly died of laughter as he pissed himself. Poor man, at least his Soup made up for his weak constitution."

— Deimos d'Tana 22 ABY

A devout follower of the ways of the Ancient Sith Dread Masters, Deimos is a born terror upon and off the field of battle. A natural hunter, feeding his addiction to his beloved 'Soup' he enjoys nothing more than feasting upon a broken victim. Combining his skills in Manipulation, Interrogation & Intimidation with those of Mind tricks, Force Suppression and his beloved art of Terror, he truly is a monster from the old tales, and he revels in it.

Character History

Before the Brotherhood

Suarbi System - The Jensarai's

Nothing is truly known about the Anzat known as Deimos before he made his way to the Suarbi system. It's assumed he stuck to the underbellies of the big worlds, carving a path before him and consuming 'Soup' when he could. Being fairly young, by Anzat standards at least, he was able to somewhat control his urges but at times the sensation to feed was too much and the sensation of the kill would often leave him wanting more. During one of these hunts he could feel a strong pull towards a group of figure and did his best to hunt them, he was foiled easily but shown mercy as he was introduced to members of the Jensaarai

Susevfi became his home for many years, he was spared due to connection to the force and as if became clearer over time his natural telepathic powers gave strength to his abilities that affected the mind. Even though he was accepted as one his brethren stepped around him said walking on eggshells never knowing when his addiction may take over and they became his next meal, but his trainers were clever they kept him fed during missions as long as it was on the dregs of society and no one of import. He accepted this reluctantly but in his own mind was forever hungry.

Everything changed however when three Jedi arrived and slew the Jensaarai's leader and elite warriors. As he and the others lay beneath the wreckage if their base and home he began to realise that if his leader could be beaten he was weak, if he was weak were they all weak? Time passed and under new leadership the Jensaarai grew however Deimos was not content and pushed himself away from the core teachings, which were very akin to the Jedi, and began studying everything he could in relation to the full powers of the dark side. He left the Jensaarai to follow his own dark path and would later come to learn that it was the right choice as his former brethren had weakened themselves by joining forces with the Jedi Knights.

As he wandered through the galaxy saying his hunger and learning what he could he came upon references to an ancient Sith organisation named only as the Dread Masters. Intrigued by them he attempted to scour for more information but could only find so much before his resources and funds ran dry. Frustrated he decided to settle for a bit after all the roaming and chose Nar Shaddaa. He had been there before in his lifetime and knew it to be the perfect place to hunt for 'Soup' however this time he had another plan in mind.

Nar Shaddaa - The Terror in the Deep

The rise to power on Nar Shaddaa was swift and brutal, ruin lay in his wake and stories began circling of a great terror that hunted the scum of the planet, and those that failed to follow its lead were slaughtered

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Deimos & Freyja

without thought of mercy. It came to a point that even the fear alone had people searching for recruiters to this new growing powerbase. Though not big enough to cause the Hutt’s or Exchange any concern they none the less sent people to investigate and find out if this new petty crime lord would be of any use to them or needed to be destroyed. Usually they found nothing to make them worry; Deimos would hide away the majority of his forces and appear to them with open arms, honeyed words, veiled threats and clever manipulation allowed him to get by without too many issues. , Yet the rumours persisted, of elite enforcers returning to their bases drooling and muttering things about strange monsters, demons and at one point one even muttered about a deceased mother in law, a waking nightmare seemed to overcome them and rend them useless.

There was one however who began to get overly interested and ignored the rumours, more so than others had dared in the past years, a lieutenant in the Hutt cartel she had made it her personal business to track down and find this terror of the deep that broke men. Deimos knew nothing of this woman or of her interests but the first meeting he had with her would change his life for the better and the worse. Her name was Freyja Jorgensen a human of some brutal reputation, rumour had it she had raised herself from the gutters and become a highly paid assassin for the cartel and she had never missed a mark. She ended up taking out five of Deimos’s top people before she pissed him off enough for him to show himself to her.

The duel that followed pitted Anzati trained assassin and Jensaarai versus the human, the fight should have been one sided and yet it was anything but. Both wasted their energy pack’s shooting at shadows, and their blades snapped due to the ferocity of the fight. It came down to blows, fist, feet, head and most of the time the environment yet Deimos had no wish to use the force on this woman’s mind, he was intrigued by her and wanted it intact for now at least. He made a mistake, a blow he went to block, but was never coming. As he raised his arm he felt the cold tang of metal slip through his clothes and into his side. Taken aback he roared in anger and lashed out with the force, pushing her back from him and into a wall, the snap hiss of his saber igniting in the rain was the only sound to be heard as he stalked towards her, he drew back his arm and went to strike but stopped when he saw, not fear as to be expected, wonder in her eyes. She asked him to kill her as she had failed in her duty; instead he lowered his blade and gave her the choice fealty or death, and thus began the next part of his life that would drive him to the Brotherhood and deeper into the true monster he would later become.

Lovers, partners, friends and monsters the unlikely couple took the gang to new heights, but resentment from Deimos’s old partners and a scorned Hutt Cartel ended the couple. Assassins cornered Freyja and took her out whilst she was enjoying herself on a night out. The bodyguards were paid off and it took a while but she lay in a pool of her own blood by the time Deimos arrived. Mad with rage he slaughtered everyone within reach, he cared little for witnesses now, he ignited his saber and with ample, but over excessive use of his mind affecting force powers. Innocent or not everyone met their deaths that day. After he had finished with the massacre in the street he moved on his headquarters, trusting no one even those that had been with him for years he reduced his gang to rubble and ash. He sat amongst the corpses for days afterwards in a kind of daze and didn’t move until he heard footsteps approaching, he looked up, saber igniting he charged towards the newcomer, blade smashing in he found it blocked by a second blade. Confused he stepped back and struck again, but felt his saber pulled from his hand and destroyed in front of him, before a hand was laid upon his chest and he felt the force smash into him, sending him flying back into a wall. The unknown assailant had his saber at his throat and the Anzati stared defiantly into the face of his assailant. Etah d`Tana had come for him, and asked one question only; Fealty or Death.

The Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era

Early Days - Survival of the Fittest

There had been times in Deimos’s existence that he had known pain but nothing that had come before would compare to the events that followed Nar Shaddaa. Taken from everything he knew, he was bound and transported to the Dajorran system like a bound animal, his tormentor nothing more than the man he had sworn fealty to in the ruins. The silence of the journey haunted the Anzat, his inability to sate his addiction on the trip made his body shake with pain as to his memory it had been years since he had not fed at least once a day, and now that gluttony and indulgence had come back to haunt him. Finally when the journey ended he was bundled out of the freighter like an animal and handed off to the training officers.

For the former Jensaarai this treatment was unbearable but it was only to become worse. Forced to fend for himself, not permitted to feed and set upon by other students who saw his weakness the first few days were a nightmare. It was only when he managed to fend of an attack and he found himself savouring their ‘Soup’ did the tables begin to turn. He was able to concentrate and muster enough of his previous skills to affect the other students minds to the point that combat practise had them exhausted from lack of sleep and too demoralised to put up against the Anzat.

He quickly developed a taste for toying with his opponents, he loved watching them break and curl up before him. Most of the time, if permitted he ended them, once in awhile instructors occasionally allowed him the opportunity to sate his hunger on the poor oppositions luck and given time it wasn't long before they deemed him ready for a master. The day came, and Deimos stood proud and alone not caring if he was chosen or not. As he got ready to return to the dormitories a hand pulled at him and directed him towards a man hidden amongst the shadows.

As he drew nearer he instantly recognised the figure and made to leap upon him before being brought to his knees with a heavy jerk. Defiance spat from his eyes as he looked up into the face of his new master, his tormentor; Etah.

Training – The New Master

The relationship began as rocky as one might guess, situated within House Qel-Droma, Etah pushed him beyond his limits all the time claiming it was for his own good. He nearly broke several times before he managed to keep up the pace with his slave driver master and those times he fell he often found himself pushed into the dirt by the man who was supposed to be his teacher. He stuck to his teachings, let pain and anger fuel his determination and step by step he raised himself above the torment and over time began being able to keep up.

Though of a fair age and already trained in the ways of the force and well aware of what mental manipulation could do to others, after all being an Anzat had that in his favour, Deimos began to find sick twisted pleasure in tormenting those weaker willed than he. It began with lashing out at victims in anger after Etah pushed him down, but over time it began happening for no reason at all. He enjoyed the sight of victims pushing themselves beyond physical exertion before collapsing, only to have him will them to rise again and keep pushing. He enjoyed digging for information and using the force to have the victim bare their deepest secrets and fears, before with a tug of the Force he enabled their fears to come true and more often than not Etah put the hapless fool out of their misery as they screamed about this or that and monsters in the corners.

Though depraved in his actions it soon became apparent that there was a role for Deimos and given time he was inducted into the Houses Inquisitional ranks. His duties often never kept him busy enough at the time and thus he was seconded to Blue Mist and served as a Tyro for the better part of a year.

The Fall – Pandora’s Box

It happened one mission, a simple recon exercise that saw Deimos face his hardest challenge and fail. Though details of the mission never made it public it was known that upon a venture into Sith space the pairing came upon a Holocron of some intricate knowledge. Rumour has it that it was situated around the Ancient Sith Dread Masters and that against Etah’s advice Deimos tapped into it and was rewarded with a backlash that should of killed him. Instead the terror that was unleashed assaulted the man’s mind and broke it, laying him out and placing him in a coma for the next few years that no one thought he would recover from.

As either luck would have it, or perhaps something else had a plan for him Deimos awoke some time later, changed. Though before perverted he was now obviously unstable. The delight he found in fear and terror went beyond the normal means he used to employ and even though others advised against it the military teams he was asked to lead generally began to deploy what could only be seen as Shock and Awe tactics. Sneaking into a compound, horrible brutalising one or two guards before falling back, and continuing these actions until the men inside had broken and were either persuaded to join him or slaughtered on the spot.

He was also physically changed, though once before he held pride in his appearance he found it unworthy of him. The Holocron had left him scarred, physically and mentally. His once beautiful hair was bleached bone and he took to ritually scarring himself to cleanse the imperfection of his own flesh. He was for all intents and purposes broken, but still seen as salvageable and an asset to the Shadow Clan. He was given to several junior Krath and worked on as a subject to attempt to bring back some sense of order to the Anzati. When they perceived him to be ready they passed him back and assigned him to House Galeres. His position within the Soulfire Strike team didn’t last long however, he made the rest of the team uneasy and was often found bickering with the commander who deemed the Anzat too unstable and thus the decision was agreed to move him back to his old house and use him where he was best suited. Behind the scenes.

The Battle for Bhargebba

Recon image obtained by Deimos of the Forge of Loka Don

Given freedom on Bhargebba Deimos set himself to tasks he knew without a doubt he would be able to accomplish given his skills. The first thing he caught himself doing was taken on the form of local fauna and approaching the Forge of Loka Don, he sat there for hours simply doing nothing holo recorder strapped to him, observing the One Sith fly in forces from their orbital ships, the walkers crushing trees as each heavy step pounded the lush forest floor. He observed as troops set up defensive positions around the forge and fighter patrols flew overhead, he literally sat there for hours, grazing at times like most animals do, well into the night and only left when he knew for a fact nothing else would be learned, before he left he attempted to move in closer but found that to be folly as auto turrets targeted another poor creature off to the far right, obliterating it. Not stupid Deimos turned hoof and headed off back to camp, delivering the Intel he had acquired.

The second mission he found himself on was the interrogation of a Mecross guardsman and infiltration of the Mecross order’s stronghold. The interrogation went well to a point; it took all his knowledge to glean the information he needed from the female prisoner, but she was stubborn and he was only able to gain information related to the first floor of the complex before he expired. Annoyed but with enough information to at least get a look around he took the woman’s form and slipped in via the front door, the woman’s battered form allowed him to be taken to the medical facility where he was treated and then told to retire to the bunks to get rest. Instead he used the womans knowledge to find one of the many hidden entrances into the fortress, activated a homing beacon and dispatched the guardsman on duty. Opening the back door he fled into the night, hoping on the Arconan forces to arrive in time and secure the objective before anything was locked down.

The infiltration being his last objective on the planet, he turned his attention to partaking in the major assaults of the planet, getting behind the enemy and removing key targets, generators, officers and the like. Using his skills to help the main forces turn the battles in their favour and bring victory against the one Sith, however it was during these battles that he began taking more interest in the leadership abilities and skills of the Sith opponents, wishing to be more than a simple brute he began to search for his true path.

Finding his Path - Teachings of the Dread Masters

Intrigued by the one Sith tactics Deimos began exhibiting new battle strategies on the upcomming planets. Focusing less on Infiltration he began focusing on fear tactics and working with his species native telepathy to enhance his force powers that affected the mind. Researching old tomes and holocrons led him to information revolving around an ancient sect named the Dread Masters.

Though he knew he was far below the power of these behemoths of Terror he began emulating them in his workings, he trained himself on basic interrogation techniques and every hapless victim he or his squad managed to take prisoner he would learn to perfect his skills. He is aware he has a long way to go, but there are plenty of enemies before him. Surely some of them will allow him to experiement.

Force Wraith

Eliza

• Name: Eliza
• Shape: Human Child of About Six Years Old.

Eliza was Deimos's first kill when working for Imperial Intelligence, he slaughtered her took her form as his own and used it to murder her father who was a target. The kill started him down the dark path so it was only fitting that his first Wraith be in tribute to what made him the monster he is today.

DJB Facts

Characteristics

Combat Style

Deimos dosen't partake in combat if he can afford not to. However he has trained in the Makashi lightsaber form is competent enough to survive one on one if need be. His main skills lie in his power over the mind of his enemies. Trained in Mind manipulation, the power of terror and the ability to suppress his foes force powers Deimos strides forward hurling lightning at his foes from a distance as he plays with their mind, either making them carry out his will or simply snapping their mind and having them running in fear. Backed up by his ability to have the foe see illusions, Deimos can make their fears become very real indeed.

Physical Description

As like most of his race Deimos is a everything and nothing at once. A shifter he is able to take on many guises from humanoid, non-humanoid, animal and beyond. He has not one true set definition of form but it's been so long since he visited his original one he fears he may have forgotten what he original looked like or even how to get back.

In the brotherhood as his common form however he stands about 1.87 metres and weighs in around 230 lbs. He has long hair and sometimes sports a matching beard, the colour changing at his whim. Muscular and broad in the shoulder hides his agility and he holds himself well among his peers.

Attire

Deimos's DJB Robes.

Deimos's Port outfit

The clothes usually match the assignment he is on or the role he is playing but usually he is found nestled inside his Brotherhood robes, ever shifting eyes staring out from amongst the shadows and folds of the hood. His cape drifts around him and his footsteps are echoed by hard heeled boots. His dueling saber strapped at his side for all to see when he wishes them to see, for the Dark Jedi Knight is proud of what he is.

He's been shown recently to favour, on missions and even around the port, dark robes with a duel sex death mask. One side male and the other female. Within the death mask a voice changer resides so when he speaks a two tone voice slips from him leasing further confusion to what exactly Deimos is.

Out of the Brotherhood is a different matter, being part swooper he wears traditional gear to go with that line of work, however he has access to a wide assortment of clothes and costumes, uniforms and attires purely for the purpose of different guises. More often than not he an acquire what he needs on the job from a willing donor but he finds it best to always be prepared.

Personality

Unpredictable at times would hit Deimos on the head when it comes to her personality, because everything he does he does it with no reasoning as to why he did it or even as to what he hoped to achieve. He could be quite content one minute eating his dinner and the next tearing a chunk our of some poor passer by just because they looked at him.

Despite this Deimos is actually rather quiet, preferring to keep to himself at the best of times. His head buried in a tome or looking over a Holocron or on the training field. Sadistic and cruel he's perfected the art of the lie over the years that you never truly know if what he's saying is fact or fiction and half the time he is unsure himself. If caught in the right mood he's more than happy to join in whatever's going on but sometimes it's safer to poke a rancor with a stick then take a gamble with the slightly mad Inquisitor.

Impediments

Deimos's Saber.

• Claustrophobic
• Hates The Pitch Black
• Not Good At Imperial Relations
• Naive
• Untrusting.
• Quick To Anger
• Not Physically Built To Survive Sustained Combat.
• His ability to shift can throw people or make them uncomfortable

Allergies

• Cathar Fur
• Kessel Spice (Only If Ingests)
• Imperial Scientists

Distinguishing Marks

• Shapeshifter
• Everchanging Hair & Eye Colour
• Evershifting Tattoo's

Phobias

• Claustrophobic
• Pitch Black Darkness
• Confinement

Positions Held

Shadow Gate - XO

Outstanding Achievements

• Bronze and Silver Novae in his first IG
• Awarded Grand Cross of the Dark Side
• Earned 3 top places overall in his first IG.

Trivia

• Awarded The Dark Cross for getting everyone back on IRC after undernet screwed up.
• Formerly took the name Eclipse at the begining of his training, however changed this after his return from Nar Shaddaa
• Vanished from the Brotherhood twice in his history in it. Once to return to Lao-Mon, the other for unknown circumstances though it's rumored he hunted down those that caused his so much pain.
• Mastered the use of blaster and blade.