Sith Lord Melfor

Name: Johndal Melfor

Nicknames/Aliases: Sith Lord Melfor

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Homeworld: Rural Farmland, Ozu, Ozu system, Outer Rim Territories






Height: 5'11

Weight: 154lb

Eye Color: Light Hazel

Hair Style: Smooth Wave

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Skin Color: Fairer skin that most.

Build: Lithe and agile, but his lack of dense muscularity doesn't make him weak.

Distinguishing Features: Melfor, for a Sith Lord, doesn't display the typical ignorant hatred of his kin and can even seem rather likeable outwardly, albeit inside... well, inside doesn't matter.

Apparel: Melfor dons a charcoal black synthleather garb typical of many sith members, as well as a black hooded cloak and a black synthleather utility belt.

Weaponry: A custom-built crossguard lightsaber, taken from his master as a trophy, made of charcoal phrik with a softened black synthleather grip. The emitters that produce the two smaller secondary blades are a dark-grey phrik, and the length of these small blades is 13.5cm each. The weight of the weapon itself is roughly 0.7Kg, and the length of the primary blade being 150cm and the length of the hilt being 31cm. The weapon itself is smoothed and streamlined, with the blade being produced by a crimson synthetic crystal that is cut rather roughly (making the blade slightly thicker than usual).





Profession: Sith Lord

Skills: Melfor is well-learned in the ways of the force, it's power being his most prized asset, but this does not mean his lightsaber dueling ability is not above par. While he favours his force sorcery more than his lightsaber, he is a revered duelist. As well as this, he's also well-read in galactic history, specifically events concerning the Sith (both the race and the organisation), but also information on the Old Republic and even beyond that.

Force-Sensitive: Yes.

Training: Trained on Korriban by his former master in the ways of the force, amongst various academia including galactic history and Sith alchemy (though the latter much less so).

Vehicle: None.

Starship: Lambda-class T4-a Shuttle dubbed "The Galactic Delusion"

Other Possessions: A variety of necessities kept aboard his ship and on Korriban; no items of power or note.

Companions: Two apprentices; one Human male (Varen Bizray) and one Mirialan female (Jiyua)





Factional Affiliation: The Sith Empire

Rank: Sith Lord

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single, uninterested for the most part.

Personality: While Melfor is an atypical Sith Lord in that he lacks some of the more egotistical traits, he makes up for this with insatiable greed and numbed empathy. Quck to anger, quick to judge; qualities seen in many Sith, but not Melfor; he instead prefers to calculate coldly and methodically. Melfor only really has one mood; bitter, cynical and distant, and whenever he does show any sociability it's a pretense to manipulate others into doing what he wants. That said, he is VERY good at manipulating people, almost to a point of it being disturbing; whether through his false charm or mind tricks, he's used to getting what he wants when he wants it. Due to his master's mistreatment, he has somewhat lost the ability to truly trust anyone, and even if you feel a strong connection with him, there will always be doubts, fear and paranoia in the back of his mind. Melfor harbours a deep hatred for galactic existence on a wider scale than anyone could imagine, and unlike many Sith who simply harbour a deep lust for power, he wishes to cause as much suffering as possible.





Force Archetype: Sorcerer

Powers Known/Level of Mastery:

-Apprentice = Comprehend Speech, Force Listening, Detoxify Poison, Force Jump, Breath Control, Force Speed, Force Drain, Force Ball, Force Sight, Basic Telekinesis

-Adept = Choke, Chain Lightning, Advanced Mind Tricks: Horror and Control, Force Affliction

-Master = None.

Lightsaber Forms Known/Level of Mastery:

-Apprentice = Shii-Cho

-Adept = Soresu

-Master = None.




Johndal Melfor was born on the far-off planet of Ozu; a farm world with few to leave it's expanse and fewer to enter it's land. The planet was picturesque, beautiful and pure, but Johndal's life was filled with misery. Due to his father's debt, he and his mother had become slaves to one of the more successful farmers on the world, and both of them suffered greatly under their master. The labour load was heavy, and the days were long; it was an arduous task to work for this tyrant, and even as a child he felt confusion and fury. At a young age, his mother passed away from exhaustion related illness and Johndal was stricken with grief, growing to hate his homeworld and his hoggish master. One day, a mysterious robed man came to the farm on business, and what business that was always eluded Johndal; all he know was it was certainly very bad.

Johndal took a liking to this stranger, however, seeing him as a sort of father-figure and teacher... and the stranger took an interest in him. The man became like an uncle, always coming to the farm to regale the boy with tales of the Sith Empire in days of yore, and of wider galactic history as a whole (though mainly the conflict-heavy parts at this stage in Varen's life). All the while, the man was trying to get the boy to sympathise with the dark-side, but the boy argued; he didn't understand why conflict and violence was necessary for growth. The man likened his view on the galactic struggle as a mirage; a fantasy, dismissing it with ridicule. The respect Johndal held for him broke his spirit and he succumbed to this philosophy too, and on the day of this achievement the man slew the boy's master and abducted him therein.

Korriban was to be his new home; a desert wasteland filled with sand, rocks and dust; dry, unforgiving and harsh. The land was rife with mirages when one became too thirsty, which was often for Johndal due to him being used to Ozu, although he learned that the biggest illusions here were joy and innocence. For a long while, he was kept out of the academy to be trained by his elusive master in secret as he grew; he was taught in the ways of the force mainly, as his master found lightsabers to be quite brutish. In his early adolescence, he was sent to the academy and began his path to Sithdom; learning the art of lightsaber duels and further developing his force powers. Both were weak in his youth, as were the skills of his peers. As they grew, so did their skills, Melfor's more than most. In secret, his master taught him what little he knew of Sith alchemy, though very little was practical and it mainly accompanied his galactic historical teachings.

The academy proved to be more than a place for his power to grow; he met many of his future friends and allies here, and made even more enemies and rivals. There was one such boy in particular, a Geran, who he despised due to his causeless hatred and ignorant anger, whom often picked fights with Melfor. So, his master thought it would be good if he could really test this boy's mettle. Using complex Sith mind tricks, the two were unknowingly walked out into the barren desert badlands. After the spell was broken, they were instructed to fight... to the death. Both drew their sabers, though Melfor after the other boy, and a battle ensued. Melfor stood strong against the boy's vicious fury of attacks, using the force as his weapon rather than his lightsaber, using speed to dodge attacks and extremely high jumps to create distance between the two, all the while striking the Geran scum with his force lightning. The Geran tired quickly, and when he showed signs of fatigue Melfor lunged and dug his lightsaber into the fool's respiratory gear, watching him suffocate without his precious Hydron 3. The lightsaber of the fallen was collected by him, as instructed to by his master, and they both returned to the academy.

Meanwhile, Melfor had begun to befriend a fellow student and sorcerer during his training; someone who stood out from the sea of ignorant hatred: a human named Markev. In the coming years, the pair took on many a foe together while sparring with fellow Sith, devoting their time to unlocking powers of the force under the guise of each of their respective masters. As he grew wizened and powerful, it was time to leave the academy and develop into an apprentice; and his choice of master was already obvious. However, as was customary for the Sith and their kin, a trial of sorts had to be devised before he could truly call his mentor his master. Melfor was assured that his trial would come any day, and it felt like only seconds later when it did.

Again, he here was in the barren desert outskirts of the wretched ball of dust, his head aching as though someone had been poking around inside of it. After his blurred vision cleared, his eyes weren't the only thing betraying him; Markev stood there, as dazed as he, with the elusive man who had once been a stranger standing tall above them, looking into the pit. A sudden forceful urge to fight entered his body, as it did with Markev, and his master warned that if both of them were still alive in the next hour, he'd kill them both himself. With no choice, the battle had begun. Their lightsabers parried against each other, that old familiar whirr emitting from their collisions as they tried desperately to avoid doing much harm... but it was futile. Melfor began to emit force lightning at Markev, searing his flesh as he defensively avoided the furious attacks. The battle was long and arduous, with both of them badly wounded by the end... but as you probably guessed, Melfor made it out alive. Where as once he loved his master like a father, he despised him like the insects that crawled in his bunk at night.

Nonetheless, his trial was over; he was an apprentice, to a master he now hated. From now on, there was no pretense; his master was cruel, hardline and unforgiving. Melfor was constantly being sent on suicide missions to discover possible ancient Sith secrets on various planets or starships if it was contained in a holocron. All the while, his training never stopped, and his master pushed him hard. Annually, he was forced to kill one of his peers and collect their lightsaber as a trophy; a ritual that he never quite understood or enjoyed, and his confusion lead to anger... which strengthened his powers. The once prodigious young subordinate had grown into a dark wizened monster with enough power to have a chance to even taken on his master... how he loathed his master, and the term as a whole.

Years passed and Melfor decided he would be an apprentice no more; he was tired of sneaking around on freighters, spying on information brokers and murdering his kin to prove himself. Every night, he would sneak into the room of his master and watch him as he slept; watching for his movement patterns and general routine. Months down the line, he knew everything about him; how he slept, how he eat, what he drank and where he went... some places of which were too horrible to picture. One night, as he slept, he crept into his master's bedroom, like he had practiced, and lo and behold...

His master stood before him, wide-awake. It seems he had predicted it through both his growing grip on the nature of the force and his patterns of behavior. There was no signs of aggression or hostility however, which perturbed Melfor greatly; why wouldn't he slay him? This man was wicked and cold, but apparently too tired; oh so tired. They spoke for hours, his master constantly reminding himself that he was simply accepting his fate and that it was destiny for this to happen. The old man even gave his lightsaber to his apprentice; "collect your enemy's weapon as a trophy", he used to utter at each one of his battles... a fitting end. Melfor spared no time in slaying him and slipping away... though he felt uneasy about what he had done. This creature had saved him from a life of slavery, but had thrust him into a life of greed and disgust; his fate, as he himself admitted, was sealed from the start... it was destiny.

In due time and after some political progress, he was granted the title of Sith Lord for allegedly defeating his master. The title of Lord didn't seem to fit at first, but he soon took on his first apprentice; a Human duelist, the ying to Melfor's yang. Unlike his master, he was brutally honest and crushing from the start, making his apprentice use his anger to develop his skill... and in truth, the boy's dueling complimented his own sorcery. Yet, it wasn't enough; he needed more. A Mirialan well-versed in the ways of both the force and the lightsaber was the next to serve under him, and her balance made him all the more powerful. The academy would not grant him any more apprentices for a while, but he longed for even more... without quantity, there needed to be quality.

The boy and the girl both suffered heavily under Melfor; they were forced to duel constantly, sometimes with him, to improve their ability. Melfor made them fight until they were close to death before letting them stop, but it certainly did strengthen their adherence to the ways of the force, but also their anger; the precious fuel the Sith craved so much. Although this training regimen never really stopped, they were sent on missions to acquire information the Sith could potentially benefit from, such as the location of various old Sith holocrons that contained valuable knowledge of Sith alchemy or legendary force powers, though usually the yield contained vague, cryptic information on the latter. The lack of power being gained from this task angered Melfor, and he took out his rage on his apprentices. Their trials now bordered on literal torture, with them having to survive for weeks in the Korriban desert alone while constantly on the lookout for one another, as they were bound by their master to duel if they crossed paths. It took away what little emotion within them remained, draining them of all compassion and filling them with fury; they had become hardened force-users now. As a final test of strength, Melfor took on both of them at once; they had come close to defeating him in tandem... a very promising sign, and an admission of power.

They were constantly sent to retrieve holocrons whenever their existence was discovered, but also now to uncover Sith secrets that lie on Korriban, or more precisely beneath it; both Melfor and his apprentices delved into catacombs and excavations beneath the planet's surface to uncover Sith treasures and artefacts. While he was very appreciative of the historical aspect and was keen to study these old Sith structures, the task of exploring and clearing out the sinister old tombs created a unified strength between him and his underlings; they knew how to take down enemies together, as one, but were also very strong independently. Time has had it's way with all of them, their vigor and talents still growing to this day.

So, what happened to the boy who once looked upon the dark-side with spite; the one who never asked for anything, the mild one filled with childish confusion, the one whom could, at one time, truly love another? Dead... replaced with a cold monster looking to always enrich his powers, a greedy shadow of a once-good man; a man who no longer believed the galaxy was worth saving. With his apprentices both strong, and his own power even stronger, he seeks to leave the galaxy in as much ruin as possible before he too one day perishes.