Jashin

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Jashin
Biographical Information
Homeworld:

Coruscant

Date of Birth:

20 BBY (age 62)

Physical Description
Species:

Human

Gender:

Male

Height:

1.95 m

Weight:

80kg

Hair:

White

Eyes:

Red (pupils and sclera)

Cybernetics:

Multiple, nerve network throughout body

Personal Information
Siblings:

Magami Cythe (brother; deceased)

Allies:
Enemies:
Fighting Style(s):
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:
Era(s):

Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era

Affiliation:
Known apprentices:
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Jashin was once the Black Sun Vigo in Coruscant and master and husband to Satsi Tameike. He was known as the Blood God or Blood King, and fashioned himself as such. He was rumored to be killed in 37 ABY, survived by his thirteen loyal wives, all themselves criminals and specialists who named themselves the Widows of the Blood.

Physical Description

Tall, imposing, and with a gaze that could cut glass, Jashin casts an unsettling figure, at least until he smiles. His features are strong and pronounced but aristocratic in their shape, lending to a strange but archaic sort of beauty, one that matches his elaborate, royal speech. His deathly pale skin, silky mane of pure white hair, and red eyes bordered in silvery lashes might guess at mixed heritage, but the man is little more than Human. Cybernetic weaves and nodes cover his body from head to toe, though whether they are a necessity of poor health or vain physical enhancements is anyone's guess. He has no tattoos or scars and few callouses, hinting at a delicately lived life.

Jashin dresses as his wealth and pride allow, in stark white or darkly colored suits of the latest fashion, appropriately accented. He wears no jewelry save a silver and ruby signet ring, and typically always has a splash of crimson on his person, be it his cravat or hair tie. Any weaponry he does carry is artfully concealed under his jacket, save a mostly ornamental rapier sometimes belted to his person with a sash. His long hair is either left loose, falling in a curtain to the middle of his back, or secured in a single tail at the nape of his neck, twin forelocks framing his face; on special occasions, he decorates them with metal bands. Jashin's long-fingered, black-nailed hands are never found without a pair of pristine white gloves covering them.

Biographical History

A God's Restlessness

Jashin was born Jashin Cythe, twin brothers with his sibling, Magami. He was the older of the two, but not by much. The boys' parents doted well enough on both of them, but Jashin always resented his brother — jealous of him being well liked, being happy, even though Jashin himself was too. Jealous of him being at all. Jashin was born with something of a condition, hearing voices and seeing things, lots of blood and violence, with urges to hurt things around him. Though able to function normally, he was more vulnerable to it when stressed or physically unwell.

However, both Jashin and his brother were, by all definitions, utterly brilliant. They showed genius all their lives, easily got into excellent schools, were made many offers from different planets and politicians. Jashin was extremely charismatic, somehow always “seeing into” people — dissecting them with his mind and easily pinpointing their weaknesses, vices, and carnal desires. He understood them to a terrifying degree, and became masterful at playing others and situations to get what he wanted without scaring them off. Magami, meanwhile, drew popularity after his own kinder, humble fashion. Despite his relative simplicity in his actions, he always seemed more content to Jashin’s constant, unsatisfying ambition. Magami grew up to fall in love with a girl at sixteen and married her, becoming a doctor in Coruscant’s medcenters and having a big family. Jashin had a job as a chemist, educated with interests in xenobiology , microbiology, and pharmacology. He studied politics by day and went exploring the underworld by night. He began training himself in combat and sought out knowledge he lacked in weaponry and defense. He also, importantly, began experiments with making drugs that helped suppress his “voices” when they did get to be a bit much, with varying success.

But even successful and knowledgeable, Jashin was always bitter, always jealous, always unsatisfied. Jashin eventually killed his parents in a speeder “accident”, a secret well-kept from his brother, and went seriously into the criminal business, selling and supplying drugs, experimenting with creating new, more popular blends to eventually lead to his own creation, called Red Eye. He drew a small crew of runners and sellers, but nothing large. In trying to make a name for himself this way, Jashin, then thirty-two, eventually drew attention of the then-Vigo of Coruscant, and a bounty was put out on him. He successfully managed to avoid, pay off, or otherwise very luckily fight off his pursuers. He was, however, eventually shot, and ended up fleeing into an alleyway where he stumbled over a sleeping urchin girl.

A God's Hellfire

His pursuers found them, and when Jashin awakened during the scuffle, he first thought he was witnessing some fiery spirit defend him. He passed out again shortly thereafter, to the image of her blazing eyes staring defiantly at him, daring to command — "stay behind me!" When next he awoke, his delirium had retreated, and he first thought to kill the girl — but then noticed that when he looked at her, the voices in his head were silenced. Not calmed, but...satiated. He then passed out again, waking several times in fever but nursed by the girl. When it finally broke after three days, she still did what she could to help him recover, guarding him. He watched her, becoming fascinated by the way she stared off into the sky, the absolute adoration in her eyes when she was not glaring at the world. She didn't look off bleakly, like other urchins; she stared far away as if she was staring at the face of a god — and Jashin wanted it, wanted that, and both wanted her and hated her. She became his obsession.

Eventually Jashin was well enough to walk and offered to take her with him. He brought her back to his small “hideout” and used her as a drug runner while beginning to shape her, having decided to make her his. As the girl, Satsi, then twelve, or Doll to him, grew stronger, he found himself frailer. His drug experiments and his condition he could never place caused him physical malady, and he had to use more and more cybernetic implants not just to sustain himself, but operate at a better peak. He eventually relied heavily on the girl's physical capabilities for this reason.

Magami — then a premiere physician and a very devout and community-involved family man — periodically reached out to Jashin as they grew to check on him, trying to bring him away from his unsavory life or get him help. When he found a fifteen-year-old Satsi with Jashin on one of his visits, the brothers had a terrible fight. Jashin soon bid Satsi to accept Magami's offer of shelter and wait with them until he came for her. She stayed with Magami, his wife Rej, and their children — including a newborn — for two years before Jashin returned for her. He ordered her to kill them all if she loved him and came back the next night to find his will done. Jashin and his voices were ecstatic at his brother's destruction - finally, he was the only one of "him". He was also ecstatic at what he saw as another victory in Satsi being his complete thrall, having ensured her loyalty many times before and feeling doubly assured once she had killed a family that took her in, that she cared for, for him. He finally felt comfortable marrying her with the thought of her as worthwhile.

But something still wasn't right. He knew it. He was still jealous, angry, wanting, underneath all his intelligent composure. The replacement of her spine was a final act of paranoia on his part, because he knew her and her weaknesses, knew she too had a brother who was still alive somewhere despite her belief in his death, the brother whom she looked for in the stars when she once looked away from Jashin. He knew, if all else failed, that he could still move her like a puppet on strings, literally if need be.

Jashin kept Satsi close at hand as his empire grew, using her ever more. He collected many other whores and wives, eventually using them — as a “gift” to several political rivals on a particular night — to kill off his enemies and opposition and seize control of the Black Sun on Coruscant entirely. From this and other events he firmly fashioned himself as the “Blood God” or “Blood King” of Coruscant, his criminal empire exploding with wealth and fortune thanks to his drug smuggling cartels and his political pull with both government and private offices, from the Senate to the police and the ports.

A God's Conceit

Years later, still in good handle of his domain, Jashin, at fifty-four, was approached by a familiar contact and rival, T’Vara. She wanted her own former plaything, a Jedi man named Uji, finally killed, and wanted Jashin to see it done. He decided to send Satsi to do so, fully aware that he was throwing her and her long-lost sibling together, because in his mind, nothing could be more perfect than her dealing the fatal blow to the last thing in the universe that could take her away from him. Jashin monitored Satsi after her departure, keeping tabs and even eventually sending other agents to try and finish the job when she, for some reason, didn't. Still, he did not take another chief wife, or appoint a new second in command, or let anyone as close as he did her. He did not chase after her or otherwise act to bring her back; because he must remain convinced that she WILL come back. To take any action other than awaiting her return and watching would be to admit to himself that she had left him, and he was utterly unwilling — near unable — to do so.

Nearly three years passed.

Character Aspects

The Kingdom of Heaven

Despite a stable upbringing amongst good family flush with opportunity, Jashin was never content with his life. His constant, insatiable ambitions eventually drove his curiosity to the criminal underworld that pumped Coruscant’s blood through the planet’s veins — and as with all Jashin saw, he wanted it.

Beginning as a drug dealer for the Black Sun, he eventually ascended, using a battalion of devoted subordinates to murder his opposition and seize control of the Core’s division entirely. From there, the new Vigo firmly fashioned himself as the *“Blood God”* of Coruscant, his criminal empire exploding with the wealth of his drug cartels and his political pull in every office, from the Senate to the police and the ports. While the resources and absolutely loyal manpower at his disposal are vast, Jashin’s reach still only extends as far as some of the Colonies, and he craves its expansion.

And the Wine Was Made Water

Jashin has, for as long as he can remember, had a fascination with the body and just what could be done with it...and to it. His brilliant young adulthood was spent as a biochemist contracting with medcenters, educated in many sciences with advances in politics and martial studies. He carried these specialties with him into his personal and criminal endeavors, experimenting with synthesizing medications that could help stabilize his delusions when they overcame him, with little success.

After committing to the criminal business of ruling the Black Sun, Jashin began creating new, more popular blends of the drugs he sold, eventually developing a few wholly unique, key narcotics in his operations. However, his years of experiments had inflicted him with a unidentifiable, debilitating condition, weakening him. He has been forced to use more and more cybernetic implants not just to sustain himself, but to operate at a better peak.

The Man Who Would Be King

Jashin prizes absolute control — through addiction, fear, or devotion — and cultivates it. Unable to completely order his mind's chaos, he eradicates disorder by taking power himself, seeking to dominate all those around him, crafting them into adoring machines. He finds a transcendent, carnal pleasure in sadistic acts, especially those done for him and not merely by him, thereby verifying the dominion he holds over his “disciples”.

To these ends, Jashin exploits his uncanny charisma, having always easily “seen into” people, both able to dissect them and pinpoint their vulnerabilities and desires, and fully capable of empathizing with them as does so. This terrifying depth of understanding has made him a masterful manipulator, puppeteering people to get what he wants, all while winning their devotion — or, failing that, decreeing their demise. The behavior has left him with few authentic relationships beyond sycophancy or terror, and even those willful tools are breakable.

The Man Who Knew Too Much

Far more than just extensively learned, Jashin is a born savant, blessed and cursed with a crystalline mind. Every facet of gray matter devours problems, concocts great feats of strategy and innovation, and peels the world and its mechanisms and people apart layer by layer. His mental superiority has long been his greatest tool...but underneath the surface, he is as cracked glass.

Jashin suffers from lifelong psychosis, having experienced auditory delusions since he was young. The voices he sometimes hears are indistinguishable from his own consciousness, and he doesn’t often recognize them as separate. He believes when they tell him he is superior to everything and everyone else, even the Force, and the resulting arrogance can sometimes blind him. On the occasions when the voices turn on him, he withdraws from the world, sickly and unhinged, and has lost the only companion that ever seemed able to draw him back out.

Thus Sayeth the Lord

A true god lowers Himself not to the slums of the mortal plains, and neither does Jashin soil his own hands. His word is law and his subordinates are his messengers to the galaxy, spreading his faith and exercising his will. So, too, does he approach any encounter. He calculates every action and interaction such that his extensive plans are always in motion, carried out as he sees fit by his army of pawns. He does everything possible to avoid direct engagement himself, and if his vassals fail, he has an arsenal of sinister contingencies at his disposal, from chemical and biological warfare to corrupt politicians.

No man is omniscient, however, and much as Jashin might think himself so, he is as vulnerable to failure as any; a deteriorating, once proud physical state has led him to rely heavily on these manipulative means, and without them, he faces the mortal coil.

Scourge and Sword

Despite his disdain for engaging himself with an impudent opponent of any kind, Jashin cannot always avoid as much, either because of circumstance or, rarely, choice. When he does take the field, he prefers first his “divine” blade, employing a lifetime of master swordsmanship with his rapier that is far from merely ornamental. In this manner, he keeps himself out of reach while he slowly toys with his food — both combatively and mentally — as only a truly lascivious torturer might.

If forced into even closer quarters, he will use his shorter blades, and a blaster sleeps at his back for distant targets. While able to skillfully defend himself this way, Jashin is frail, and moreover, any blood making its way past his pristine gloves is sure to make his hands terribly shake with phobic fear.