Name: Rath'arr Bellerophon
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 190 lbs
Hair: black, kept bald
Eyes: Sith yellow
Species: human, Sith Pureblood heritage
Alignment: Light Side of the Force
Base of Operations: roaming
Occupation: Sith apprentice
Build Points: 5
- Standard saberstaff, red coloration
- Form Six, the Way of the Rancor
- Force Telekinesis
- Force Lightning
- Force Amplification
A runt of House Bellerophon, Rath'arr was born with seemingly no Force sensitivity at all. Judged a disappointment, he was sent to the Imperial Academy once he could speak and walk. His fate was to eventually die in whatever war the Empire deemed necessary and that seemed to be the end of it. Except, during his tenure at the Academy he excelled.
His proving grounds came at the Battle of Cantioch Morr during the Leitnos Campaign. There, he not only gained recognition for his combat prowess but also his abilities as a Force user. He had been disarmed during a confrontation with the enemy commander's bodyguards. On the brink of death he reached out and choked the life out of everyone in the room using the Dark Side of the Force. Reinforcements came minutes later and witnessed the carnage. Among them were his superior officers who sent word to the Sith Academy on Korriban. At the age of 19, Rath'arr would be immediately transferred.
Due to his closeness with the "lower" castes of Imperial society as part of the Army, he wanted to be trained with the "rabble" and Force-sensitive slaves. He used his bloodline as a means of muscling past the overseers who defied him or tried to give him selective treatment. He bled himself white in both studying the ways of the Sith and performing their trials. He stayed for nine years at the Academy until he finally thought he had absorbed absolutely everything.
Those slaves who were unfairly treated, he swallowed their pain and suffering. With it he murdered his overseer after the final trial for torturing those he considered "friends" and "colleagues". Thus was his final test and he left the Academy with commendations.
Something he isn't proud of.