Biography
Part I - The Beginning of Fenris: Fenris was taken from his home and his parents at birth by a Sith Dark Lady intent on making a Sithspawn for a servant. Some say he was born a Loth Wolf, captured on Lothal and infused with Shistavanen DNA and a heavy dose of Dark Side energy. Others say he was born an albino Shistavanen and infused with Loth Wolf DNA and Dark Side influence. Either way, his origins are a mystery, even to him.
As a pup, he was rigorously trained to be obedient to every whim of his master, being tortured physically and mentally for even the smallest shortcoming. He was fed altered and illegal ration packs to accelerate and enhance his growth, which led to him being gigantic as an adult. He spent much of his youth in fear, but inside, his heart was wild, craving freedom; to be a slave to no one. His harsh upbringing kept him in a subservient position for several years under his master. He was made to hunt and kill without real reason; drugged through more illegal ration packs and placed in fighting arenas for pure entertainment and gambling purposes; expected to be a mindless obedient beast designed to kill. As a young adult, he had a dream that his grandfather, appearing as a white Loth wolf, came to him and told him "I do not like you doing this kind of work." Fenris wasn't sure how he instinctively knew this wolf was one of his ancestors, but he never forgot the dream and resolved to be watchful for an opportunity to change his fate.
A turning point came when, as an adult, he was commanded to slaughter the wolf packs on Lothal and return to his master with the pelt of the alpha wolf. Coming face to face with creatures who looked like family to him--and, incidentally, reminded him of the dream about his grandfather--he could not carry out his master's command. When he returned to his master's starship without the pelt of the pack's alpha, his master deemed him a failure and declared that, as punishment, she would skin him alive and take his pelt instead. This was a mistake that would prove fatal for his master.
As Fenris found himself slammed down and held fast by his master's power in the Force and the woman drew her knife, Fenris acted upon pure primal instinct and it was kill or be killed. It was in that moment that his berserker rage in the Force first showed itself. How he managed to get free, Fenris couldn't recall. All he knew was that his master was unrecognizable by the time the wolf had exhausted himself in his savage rage.
Fenris then fled the starship in an escape pod, fur matted with the blood of his lifelong captor. He returned to the only place he could think of to go; he returned to Lothal, where he vanished among the wolves of the marshes for several years. During that time, he learned the ways of the wild wolves; how to commune with the natural ebb and flow of the Force and rely on instinct to survive. He thought he had discovered a form of true peace there, but he knew deep in his heart that it wasn't to last, for peace is a lie.
His master had been a Dark Lady--a member of the Dark Council of the Final Sith Order. In killing his master, he had unknowingly inherited the rank as a Dark Lord. A Sith reconnaissance squad was deployed to retrieve him from Lothal and bring him to the Empire to take his place among the rest of the Council. Fearing he was being hunted down for the murder of his master, he looked to the wolves for help. They had helped him discover his natural ability of hyperspace tunneling, but he never knew about the Vergence Scatter, the World Between Worlds, a place where entrance could be accessed through a portal in the Temple Eventide. The wolves knew that Fenris–though kin by half-blood–had a higher and more specific calling than they, so they led him to the temple and left him there under the watch of the Hesperians. Fenris had never seen anything like them before. He hadn't been subjected to the fighting drugs in a long time, but these creatures looked like celestial hallucinations. He tried to flee with the Loth wolf pack as they were leaving, but two very old, seemingly ancient wolves, jet black peppered with patches of gray on their faces, blocked his path. Through body language common to wolves, the elders turned him back toward the Hesperians, bathing him in their natural calming presence through the Force to help him cooperate. Though still unnerved–a feeling that grew stronger still as he took note of the Hesperians' very human hands–Fenris stayed among them, trusting the guidance of the wolves more than he trusted the Hesperians themselves. They taught him their wisdom and how to search time itself for answers and meaning in the present. But one day, word came that the Sith reconnaissance squad was very close. Fenris pleaded with the Hesperians to hide him and so, feeling there was something the wolf needed to learn for himself, they took him to the portal to the World Between Worlds and told him to hide there.
In the Vergence Scatter, Fenris wandered aimlessly, unsure of where to go. Then he saw a white wolf that seemed to appear out of nowhere in the strange realm. Following that wolf--who he was convinced was his grandfather--Fenris was led into other realms, unbound by time. He saw many things; some wonderful and some horrific. Birth and death, peace and war, love and hate. Beauty. Ugliness.
It is unknown just how long Fenris wandered, but his grandfather was there and he explained much to him.
"Return to your time now, my son," the elder wolf told him, "You will do well."
"No!" Fenris replied, "You have taught me so much and I know who you are. There is so much more I have yet to learn from you."
"You have learned everything you need...Lord Fenris. Now all you need to learn is how to say goodbye."
And unaffected by Fenris's pleas, the elder wolf disappeared and the Vergence Scatter crumbled away, leaving the Sithspawn wolf alone and surrounded by those who sought to capture him. The last thing Lothal heard of his presence was a blood-curdling desperate and feral howl as Fenris cried out in his own language for his grandfather to return. He then succumbed to the berserker rage, wounding and even slaughtering many of the recon troops before he was subdued by a well-placed tranquilizer dart with enough sedative to put a bantha into a coma indefinitely. The surviving troopers collected the unconscious wolf creature and transported him to the headquarters of the Final Sith Order, where he would be forcibly brainwashed into accepting his rank and role by the ruler of the Order herself.
Part II - The Binding of Fenris: Assuring him that the Council only wanted to test his strength, the Empress convinced Fenris to allow himself to be bound. If he could prove the truth of the Sith code by using the Force to break his chains, she would allow him his unchecked freedom.
"You have nothing to fear in being bound," she promised, "No harm will come to you."
Distrustful as he was, Fenris was not about to agree to this without some form of insurance.
"Do you swear by your right hand?" he asked her, bristling with indignation at her proposal.
"Of course," the Empress replied coolly, raising her right hand in affirmation.
"Mere words mean nothing to me, m'lady," Fenris growled, "Upon your word, give me your right hand."
She did not respond–only narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
"Give me your right hand," Fenris repeated, "If your word is true and you are to be trusted, you have nothing to fear... just as I have nothing to fear in allowing you to bind me."
"Don't do it, Empress!" Darth Taranos implored, "The wolf tries to trick you. He is not to be trusted."
"Silence!" Imperatrix Leto hissed, stepping toward Fenris.
The rest of the councilors looked on nervously as the Empress placed her hand between the deadly jaws of the Sithspawn wolf. Resisting the primal urge of biting down to pierce flesh and crush bone, Fenris did not harm Leto. Rather, he stood calmly while the rest of the Council approached him, chains in hand. They fed off one another's fear as they encircled the wolf's chest, neck, legs, and belly in the chains. It wasn't until he felt the chains tighten under the will of the Force, pressing him toward the ground, that he realized his trust was being betrayed.
"You must be broken, Fenris," Leto told him, "Proven humble before me."
"You lie! This was not the purpose of your test as it was told to me!"
Furious, the Sithspawn wolf crunched down on Leto's hand, severing it at the wrist. Partly in pain and partly in anger, the Empress roared in equal fury. Without hesitation, the Council brought their collective power against Fenris until he was prone before them all and being constricted by the chains. He flailed in rage and panic, but it was all in vain. The Council demanded his immediate execution, but the Empress had other ideas. A cunning smile twisted her face as she clutched her bleeding arm in her robes, ignoring the demands of her Council.
"I would kill you," she seethed, trying to mask her pain, "But your boldness gives me pause to consider you more valuable alive than dead. You shall live, Lord Fenris, but you shall live in chains until the Force in you is strong enough to break them."
Fenris snarled viciously, his berserker rage barely contained below the surface.
"I don't want to hear your lies anymore!" he spat.
Leto nodded to Lord Xxys, who promptly gagged the Sithspawn with Fenris's own sword, wedging the blade between the wolf's jaws. "Now you have no choice but to listen to the Empress, beast."
Fenris growled; shook his head; snarled and cried like a caged dog, but to no avail. Having exhausted himself fighting what the Council had done to him, he finally fell silent.
Confident that he was too tired to act on any further aggression, Empress Leto stepped forward.
"Now, humble Wolf, understand this," her voice carried the tones of deadly anger, though it was extremely controlled, "I could take back my hand in any number of ways, all of which would make you extremely uncomfortable, but I have decided to let you keep this prize. The Force will preserve it and in your belly it shall remain until the day of your death. The Council believes that day should be today, but...I have faith in you."
Even in his foggy state of exhaustion, Fenris knew the Empress not taking back her hand would be more of a curse upon him than a blessing. If being raised by a Sith Lord had taught him anything, it had taught him that acts of mercy often came with a cruel twist.
"You have devoured my right hand in defiance," she continued coldly, "But one day, when you have learned to accept and appreciate your place–which will be a step below my Dark Council because you are unworthy–perhaps one day you shall become my right hand in obedience; an enforcer of my will upon the Order. For now, we shall prepare you for a task you should be well-suited for."
With a dramatic gesture of her hand that remained, Empress Leto applied still more pressure to the chains around him, causing him to wince as the silver links dug into his skin.
"Now...free yourself, Wolf of Chaos!" she commanded, "Through your passion, gain your strength! Through your strength, taste of the power that is yours for the taking! Through that power, lay hold of victory! May your chains be broken and the Force set you free...Lord...Fenris."
With these words, Imperatrix Leto cast Fenris into a deep sleep, wherein she gradually softened his feral subconscious will against his future in the Final Sith Order. The chains she had bound him with were actually the mantle of responsibility and it was crucial to the future of the Order that he take his place in her Empire. Her hand was a small price to pay, for it would ensure that this Sith Lord...this animal...would be under her control until the day he breathed his last.
Part III - The Rebirth of Fenris: Fenris had no way of knowing he had been bound to an altar when the Empress and her council had taken him down. He spent weeks in unconsciousness while Imperatrix Leto worked tirelessly to break his subconscious will and rub away his clearest memories of freedom. In that amount of time, his body weakened as he was deprived of food, water, and sunlight. His fur dulled and his claws grew long and his skin began to cling tightly to his ribs. His muscles atrophied for lack of movement. Had he not been put to sleep, he might have died in this cruel confinement, but the Empress had ensured that this would not be so.
When he had reached sufficient levels of weakness, very near starvation and dehydration to the point of death, Leto summoned Lord Xxys.
"He is ready for the battlelord ritual," she told him, "Gather an army of warriors you wish to have bound to him. Open his veins and bleed him out; march them through his blood. He will survive the process."
"Not that I care much for his survival," Xxys replied with some disdain, "But...are you sure?"
"Yes," Leto assured him, "My hand will sustain him. The battlelord ritual will adhere to his pack mentality as a wolf and his loyalty to us and to the Order will be secured. We need what he has in order to create warriors as strong as--or perhaps even stronger than--the ones the Empire had in the past."
"So let it be written."
"So let it be done. Give him a few moments once I return him to consciousness. He needs to be awake for this."
Fenris came to with his body aching as though he had been beaten with the chains instead of merely held fast by them. His own sword still held his jaws agape; his tongue was swollen and his throat was dry. The chains had worn sores into his skin where they had pressed relentlessly upon him all this time. How he wished for death to free him from this torturous humiliation. As his eyes struggled to focus and take in the chamber around him, he realized he was in the same room where he had been bound. To his right, he noticed a shadow whom he quickly recognized as Lord Xxys, holding a dagger in one hand and lightly thumbing the edge of the blade with the other; as though verifying it was sharp enough to do a specific task. Fenris was immediately thrown back to the day his master had attempted to skin him alive and he snarled with an ever stubborn savagery.
"Still strong enough to be ugly, I see," Lord Xxys tsked with a shake of his head, "I shall remedy that."
Fenris was caught off guard when the Dark Lord removed the sword from between his jaws, but the perceived act of mercy was yet another act of cruelty as Xxys instead stabbed the sword through the bridge of the wolf's muzzle, puncturing it, his tongue, and his lower jaw. Fenris roared in pain, but this was too much for his weakened body to fight and he slumped against his bindings, resigned to his fate. Blood and saliva flowed freely from his jaws and his tired gaze followed Xxys as he watched the Dark Lord circle around him. He was vaguely aware of the stroke of a cold blade splitting his skin and sinew on first his right forearm, then his left, from his wrist to his elbow, then Xxys lifted his head and he felt the same sensation under his throat. Euphoria set in quickly as the wolf lost blood in copious amounts. He was unconscious long before the horde that was to be bonded to him began to march through his blood.
Somewhere in his fading consciousness, Fenris wondered if this was what it was like to die. If so, then fighting it so much didn't make sense. He felt nothing. Just cold. Seemingly unending cold...
The Empress could feel the threads of the wolf's life breaking, like the silken strands of a spider's web, fraying one by one. But he would not perish. One strand would not be broken and that would be enough. Fenris would live to bring completion to the Order.
Some time later, when the ritual was complete, Fenris's lifeless form lay upon the altar, blood now coagulating on the stone slabs underneath him. His face was contorted from the pain of the sword driven through his muzzle and his gums and tongue were pale but for the stain of blood upon them. The chamber smelled heavily of blood and death. Xxys, the Empress, and the horde waited in breathless silence.
"Pull the sword out," Leto commanded.
Xxys nodded and, bracing his boot against the wolf's muzzle, he jerked the sword free.
The pain that burned through Fenris's muzzle, jaws, tongue, and sinuses caused his otherwise lifeless body to seize up with an agonized gasp. Xxys might have dismissed this as the wolf's nerves, still clinging to life even after his spirit had departed, but he knew the Empress had meant what she said.
Fenris breathed. He coughed and he growled and he desperately tried to restore moisture to his throat by swallowing several times. Then he opened his eyes.
And he rose.
The chains snapped as though they were made of thread as the wolf gathered himself to his feet and released a howl that teetered on the edge of a Force Bellow, shaking the chamber and causing the Empress and the Dark Lord to cover their ears. It was several moments before the echoing quakes ceased and Fenris, staggered by exhaustion and blood loss, stood panting on all fours, each limb trembling under the strain just to hold his ravaged body up. He looked ready to collapse, but relentlessly strong at the same time.
"He survived." Lord Xxys could scarcely mask the awe in his whisper.
"Well done, Lord Fenris," the Empress chuckled, "You have passed your test. Welcome...to the Dark side."
With a flourish of her left hand, she used the Force to brush the broken chain fragments from the wolf's back. He shook himself like the beast that he was, staggering sideways as he came out of the shake. Not trusting his balance, he lay down panting. Leto waved her hand to a bystanding acolyte.
"Fetch him some water and feed him," she commanded, "Be swift or I will make sure you are his first meal."
The acolyte hastily scurried off, returning a short time later with what he had been sent for. At first, all Fenris cared about was the water. He drank desperately, as if his thirst might never be quenched; finally able to rid his throat off the taste of his own blood and the torturous dryness.
Foolishly, the acolyte stood there, staring in fear as the wolf consumed the water like an unquenchable fire, then finally turned to gorge ravenously on the food brought to him. Whether it was consciously or not, no one will ever know, but regardless, Force Drain put forth by the wolf dropped the acolyte like a stone. The poor fool was drained of his life force in a matter of seconds and the still ravenous wolf turned his hungry eyes toward the flesh husk left behind. A burial or funeral pyre for the acolyte would not be necessary.
"He is an animal," Xxys breathed, "Are you sure this is wise, my liege?"
"Calm yourself, Tribune," Leto replied seemingly unconcerned, "He is controllable."
As if by some unseen command that passed from the Empress to the Sithspawn wolf, Fenris stopped his ravenous feeding, shrinking back as though he had been kicked by an authoritative figure. The Empress looked at Xxys with a knowing smirk, then approached the beast.
"Rest now, Wolf," she spoke with gentle authority, "Your thirst has been quenched and your belly is full. You will need your strength to meet the purposes I have in store for you. You shall take this horde we have bound to you and you shall lead the Empire's house of warriors. But now you rest. You will be tested by the battlefield when the time is right."
Fenris did not need to be told twice to rest. Though he had been lying unconscious for weeks on end, the trauma of being bound and gagged, starved, bled out, surviving, and breaking Force-enhanced chains had all left him exhausted. He willingly laid down and was asleep within moments.
Once his strength was restored, his wounds healed, and his loyalty established, Fenris was deployed to war, where his berserker abilities were witnessed and observed by other Sith. Some saw his potential to be a secret weapon on the battlefield. Others still saw him as a curse and a threat to the entire Order, demanding once again that he be executed; at the very least, bound and confined where he would not pose a threat to anyone. The Empress, however, had other ideas; ones that would deny him neither his freedom nor his life.
"At eleven come the wolves, at twelve the tombs of the dead open."
Closing Notes: To this day, Klavius Reiix Fenris is still under control of the Empress, any belligerence tempered by the double-edged curse of her Force-preserved hand inside his belly, driving him mad with hunger, but also keeping that animalistic nature at bay to protect her Empire. He should never be mistaken for a mindless henchman, however. He is cunning and deadly and a force to be reckoned with when challenged. He is proud and wise and struggles to hold on to his dignity despite the curse he suffers. Very rarely does he kill without reason, but he doesn't need huge or many reasons to kill either, so caution is always advised when dealing with him. To provoke him would be foolish. The Empress's hand also keeps him attuned to her will and so he will maim and kill if she desires it, whether he wants to do it or not. Though he regards the Empress with some resentment for obvious reasons, he does wish to please her by fulfilling his duties and hopes to perhaps one day serve the Empire at an even higher capacity, for it is his pack and his loyalty belongs to the pack.
Other inventory and equipment: Armor (Description above. Grants +2 passive Force Resistance). Original copies of Empress Hesper’s books: Vision of Eternity, The Hesperian Creed, and Beheld in His Eye: The True Annals of Red-Sith, Darth Dreadwar, and the Left-Handed God (only copy). Empress Hesper’s holocron. Mask of Lord Momin. Thought dowser. Holocron of Heresies. Countless other artifacts, tomes, holocrons, and more.
Her life as the Imperial Princess afforded her a wealth of opportunities and access to quality information and teachers, so her skillset beyond her training in the Force is varied and of the highest caliber. She excelled in everything that would make her a fit leader of an Empire– diplomacy, political science, strategy, war studies, history, and more. She is of keen mind and sharp tongue, a shrewd and just Empress.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
p shield, which can deflect laser fire in a 6-meter radius dome, and the whole of the suit is a sealed environment, allowing for space and water traversal without inhibitions.
Xarxes ruled Arkania, his beloved pet Saalokonhir, a massive and mature Arkanian dragon, accompanied him on many ventures. Thanks to their long lifespans, he has persisted as the pet of each Patriarch or Matriarch of Arkania. Reaching the latter stages of maturity, the dragon is absolutely massive and, thanks to Dumé’s ability of genetic manipulation, has grown to a behemoth size, rivaling the stature of their Star Dragon progenitors.
️Lord Taranos, God of Lightning
Clothing: The Mask of Maldeus (as pictured) - When dressed as Darth Maldeus, Apollo opts to wear a sinister mask to conceal his face from any who may know him outside of the Sith Order, as he intends on keeping the existence of his alter ego secret from his friends that he’s accumulated. 
Weapons: Maldeus’ Wrist-Mounted Lightsabers (as pictured) - a pair of wrist-mounted lightsabers, which he uses as a surprise attack and last resort when his blasters aren’t cutting it; also used so he may simultaneously wield a blaster or blasters.
Ships/Transportation: Apollo’s Freighter - “Aethon” (as pictured) - a newer class of freighter, made to be lighter and faster than most other ships in its class. It possesses fairly standard firepower and defenses, with room enough for six passengers to sleep comfortably and enough space to smuggle small to medium-sized cargo.
Locked until Level 6)
