Lord Anarcus

(This is my profile, or what's left ofit, that I found at the old proboards site.)

The Catalyst

Name:

(Birth) Marik Rayth

(Alias) Lord Anarcus

Refers to himself as: Quarran Jeth

Known to use the following identities/alias':

The Catalyst

Darth Korbanus

Injustice

The Red Death

The Sin Slave

Race:
Human

Gender:
Male

Age:
29

Height:
5'10

Weight:
Approximately 170 Ibs.

Home Planet:
Ziost

Alignment:
Dark/Neutral

Masters (Mainly, anyway):
Malas/Darth Sicarius
Skor/Lord Illuminatus

Position:

Chief Bodyguard of General Okuma Acheron

Lord Hierarch of the Black Skulls

Previous positions:

Jedi Knight

Sith Knight

Chief Advisor to the Dark Lord (Malas)

Chief Advisor to the Dark Lord (Skor)

Chief Advisor to the Dark Lord (Magnus)

Sith Legend

Field General/Field Commander of the Redclaws

Sith Lord

Commander of the Redclaws

Dark Prophet of the Unholy Alliance

Specialization:

Combat (Adept at all forms)

Preferred weapon:

Double-bladed lightsaber

Appearance:

(As leader of the Catalyst Order)

(As "The Catalyst")

Marik is rarely found without his blackened Sith cloak on. The cloak is awkwardly sleeveless, yet it was not originally this way, as shown by the torn edges. The robe had a haunting appeal to it, the rough ends of the latter part curving upwards as it touched the ground, weaving within themselves before becoming mere spikes of cloth. As he was a Sith Lord, his youthful skin was soft and delicate, light in tone. Yet, letting himself go to the Dark Side and dubbing himself "The Catalyst" had altered his appearance. His skin, once frail, had now become darkened and sickly. The tips of his fingers numbed, becoming pitch black. Jagged cracks of pure darkness ran down jaggedly down his forearm, twisting into spirals before disappearing within the shadow of his robe. His beautiful ivory hair had become a dull grey, withering at it's frayed tips as it messily protrudes out of his hood.

His Jedi training served the greater purpose towards the end, as a manipulated mix of Force Heal and Life Drain granted him his youth. The dark entities within his malformed and twisted face died as it regained form, perfectly mirroring that of his earlier days as a Sith Lord. His hair glimmered in the moonlight once again, as did his perfectly hued skin adorn his suprisingly attractive face. His soft lips merely accented his brilliant eyes in calmness, only to compete with his again youthful body in pureness.

To think this would lead to happiness was only a childish dream, that upon being obtained, only deepened the scar within his mind. Remorse, self-loathing, and a terrible emotional agony was easily recognized from his movements and gestures. His sense of humor had becomed drowned out by his sorrow, and the light attitude of the once widely known 'Marik Rayth' had morphed into a bitter hatred that constantly schemed of avengeful murder.

History (Actual events at Gametalk):

Marik, originally an ambitious Jedi Knight, started his destiny off by mere curiosity. Upon finishing his Jedi training, he was ordered by the Jedi Council to study ancient Sith holograms, many of which had yet to be decoded. His eagerness to get the task done had led into a pure obsession, eventually corrupting his once righteous spirit. Partially seduced by the Dark Side, his studies led him to the Sith-inhabited planet of Korriban. Upon entering the planet, he was ambushed by three Sith. The Dark Lord Sicarius, The Lord of Chaos, and The Wandering Odin all attacked him at once. Marik held them off for somewhile, eventually being overpowered due to lack of experience.

The Dark Lord, after witnessing the determination of the Jedi, decided to take him as a pupil, placing Marik as his Chief Advisor. He sat in the shadows for years, master-minding many of the Dark Lord's actions secretly. Then, Marik vanished suddenly. After an absence of roughly 2 years, he again regained his position, this time taking note of a Sith Lord, Skor. His fondness for action led him to becoming Skor's closest apprentice, joining the elite faction within the Sith known as 'The Redclaws'. Following Skor closely in his actions, Marik led assaults on the Jedi, notably one on the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. The Sith Legend's (Very subtle title, higher rank than a Sith Knight) aggressiveness and success led to his lordship upon Sicarius' death. Skor was established as the Dark Lord Sinnus, planting Marik firmly within the Sith as Commander of the Redclaws and lording him. The name awarded to Marik upon his lordship was to become legendary, Lord Anarcus.

Anarcus, still the Chief Advisor to the Dark Lord, had surpassed all his fellow Sith. Rivaled only by title with Demona, one whom he had taken an oath to protect, he gained a fearsome reputation swiftly. Then, Sinnus briefly left the throne, disappointingly neglecting Anarcus and instead choosing a lower Sith, Darth Magnus, as temporary heir. Magnus had optimistic plans for the Sith Order, trying to bring it to a level of unification that had never been reached before. Though hesistant at first, Anarcus once again became the word and blade of the Dark Lord, spreading the thought of unification through the Universe briefly until Magnus' dethronement by Sinnus. Sinnus, who had returned, decided that he wanted the title no more, awarding it to his former master and previous Dark Lord, Lord Sicarius. Anarcus, who had grown tired of his stand-still position, decided to seek out other means of gaining power. In his travels he crossed paths numerous times with a Jedi Master by the name Ket Jia, both of whom had gained respect for the other due to their growing reputation. Many verbal fights and contradictions to either's sides followed their failed attempts at converting, yet, opening a new sense of realization on Anarcus' part.

He realized the flaws within the Sith Order, the fake pledges and selfish desires of ambitious ones hindered it's teachings. He wanted to be a part of it no more. Yet, with his hatred for Jedi still burning in his veins, he did not seek their guidance. Instead, he was to carve his own destiny, unwilling to accept failure. He dubbed himself "The Catalyst" of the Sith, and gained many followers through his promises of a pure Order. Sinnus, now only a Sith Lord, declared war on The Catalyst, claiming that he was a heretic to the Sith Order. Seceding and renouncing his title, Anarcus created an alternate Sith Order to meet Sinnus in battle. Sinnus had gathered the Redclaws and had re-established them as "The Iron Fist". Enraged by the Sith Lord's actions, Anarcus roused up "The Unholy Alliance", the blade of the Order of Sith Hierarchy. Now, in the brink of The War of Fatal Remorse, former master Sinnus and pupil Anarcus strive for power, and the extinction of the other.

Then, it happened. His imprisonment inside hypocrisy. He had become his own enemy, a thorn from within. Abandoning the followers of the Catalyst Order, knowing that he was not the true leader, he seeked for answers. Yet, he came back to an old habit, one that rid his mind of these dellusional thoughts of guilt. His longing for bloodlust, when quenched, had empowered him, made him whole again. With the rising superpower, the Black Hand Empire, gaining his attention, he sought violence. Becoming the Bodyguard to an old ally, General Okuma Acheron of the BHE Marine Corps, shall grant him the thirst that he desired.

The war had ended, perhaps not publically, but it's heart that had onced thrived with such vicious hatred had died abruptly. Silence carved a gap in the distance between Anarcus and Skor, both of whom had stepped down from their positions and authority. Perhaps Skor had won, perhaps Anarcus. Nothing was for sure, nothing ever was. Skor was to adorn himself with the duties of a hermit, living off the nature and studying the Dark Side's tremendous core that had all too soon been forgotten. Anarcus was a slave, however. He had no freedom, a compelling call within him led him to war and confliction. He would alone stand as the sole enemy of the Sith, and even in his death, he would still be feared and hated. A narrow path that only stupidity led to, with no rewards nor redemption for the intolerable acts that you carved into the destiny of yourself, into the destiny of those who follow you, and into the destiny of those who despise you. It was his empty future that compelled him to quit, and yet it also made him strive to continue even moreso.

Running out of options, Anarcus had been forced to seek other allies. He was losing more prestigue and reputation with every sun-down, and all was not well. Without the adequate numbers to battle the Sith, namely the Dark Lord himself, Anarcus needed to dwell on his capability to unite others who fought a common enemy. He sought out a former enemy, a former Dark Lord, whom he had never previously been fond of. It was Palin. He could almost feel her dragging him towards her as he approached, sealing his deceptive fate within a mere conversation. She had become his ally, and another, whom he had not expected, was willing to join. Out of the shadows, the only one whom Anarcus truly had feared approached him. Yet another former Dark Lord, the Lord of Chaos. Buried memories of morbidity ran jaggedly within Marik's mind as he unintentionally let the thoughts of his last day as a Jedi sink between his skull, casting a shadow upon what he saw. His last day as a Jedi came to him on Korriban, when he was viciously ambushed. It was his last day as a savior who sought to end all violence, and his first day of a blood-thirsty conquerer with intentions as dark as his heart.