[Background Story]
At the age of five due to mysterious circumstance, Scemar and his family were banished from their Mirialan community, forced to live in exile on a desolate part of the planet. The isolation and rejection weighed heavily on Scemar’s young heart, fostering a deep well of anger and resentment within him.
As the years went by, both his parrents had passed away. And so he grew up in the bleakness of his exile, longing for a sense of belonging and purpose. In his solitude, he discovered a hidden cavern, a place shrouded in darkness and mystery. Intrigued by the enigmatic aura, Scemar ventured inside, unknowingly stumbling upon an ancient Sith artifact.
The artifact emitted an ominous energy that resonated with the turmoil in his heart. Its whispers promised power and a path to restore what he had lost. Driven by a desperate desire to prove himself and overcome his life in exile, he yielded to the seductive allure of the dark side of the Force.
With each passing day, Scemar delved deeper into the dark side. He learned to manipulate his emotions, channeling his anger and resentment into raw power. The Force responded, empowering him with abilities beyond his imagination. He honed his skills in combat or hunting, employing aggressive and destructive tactics. Living of whatever wildlife he could find, stealing or robbing in his way often resulting in a corpse or two.
One night, as he was sleeping in some unlucky victims camp, out in the wilds. He had a vision of himself as a powerful Sith Warrior, wielding the dark side of the force with ease and commanding the respect of all who crossed his path. Clouded by emotion, hatred towards his own poeple, intrigued by this vision and desperate for a sense of belonging, he decided to seek out the Sith order.
With anger and a thirst for power, he traveled through the Galaxy, seeking to learn more of the ways of the dark side of the force. But with no one to guide him, it resulted in his unbridled rage causing him to lash out at everyone around him. He turned to forbidden tomes and studied these with great care, to increase his power, heedless of the dangers they posed. As his abilities grew, so did his arrogance and cruelty.
By the time he was about twenty years old, his travels took him to Veles. Upon reaching this part of the Galaxy he sensed an inner pull towards somewhere within reach, Scemar quickly found out, this was Korriban. So he sought the planet out, and upon arrival he offered his service to the Empire
[Description]
As he shift his weight from one foot to the other, You can’t help but feel a sense of danger emanating from this Mirialan. It’s as if he is always ready for a fight, and has a body language that suggest he is not to be trifled with. His presence is both intimidating and alluring.
He speaks in a sharp and menacing tone, with a tendency to use sarcasm and cutting remarks. His words drip with cynicism and a lack of empathy. And the voice is deep, menacing, and often filled with suppressed rage. It is a voice that rumbles with a guttural quality, like the growl of a wild beast.
Although he tends to talk, as if he had lived forever and has a well toned physique. He leaves the impression that he is rather young.
[Without a helm]
A sense of unease would wash over. As his appearance is strikingly ominous, with dark, mottled green skin, sharp angular features and not a single hair seem to be growing. His expression is stoic and unyielding, with thin lips pressed into a straight line. With facial black markings bold, thick lines converge around the eyes, almost like a tribal mask.
The lines are sharp, with pointed edges, and they extend down the cheeks, creating a striking and intimidating look. His piercing yellow eyes, seem to be constantly scanning the environment, making it feel as if he is sizing you up, should you catch eye contact.
[Geometrics]
The only noticeable geometric, takes the shape of a hexagon in the middle of his forehead. Surrounding the diamond, a spiral pattern emerges of triangles all pointing to the next all around, signifying the passage of time and the cyclical nature of life. Within the spiraling path, smaller diamond symbols emerges, each representing a significant event or milestone in the bloodline’s history.
At close inspection, it wold seem there are remnants of more geometrics beneath his other facial markings, but what they mean is impossible to tell, as only bits and pieces are visible.