Role: Manipulator, Sadist
Faceclaim: Young Ralph Fiennes
Graphic description of disembowelment in description. Description of slavery as well as physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and psychological abuse.
The Pureblood was a acid mix of contradictions: he was a misanthrope obsessed with physical contact, he hated dirtying his hands yet would carefully carve the flesh of living beings with intricate patterns and markings. He was consistent only in that he thrived in calamity, that he found joy and ecstacy in the pain of others, and he loved himself alone.
He was first thought to be blind to the Force, something he resented almost more than being the son of a slave or being a slave himself. It was a brutal beating from the other slaves of his father's household that seemed to trigger any sensitivity in the Force. Apparently, years of being told that his Sith father hated him, that his Sith father found no worth in him, that he was lower than any other alien slave his father owned, created such a hatred that the Force seemed to wake in him.
Though he was hardly strong in the Force, his hatred and temper made him a great Sith. He wanted to climb ladders, and he did so by carefully orchestrating deaths and mutilations. The first to fall was his father, found in his own bed with guts strewn across the sheets and ribs protruding out of the skin. Brain matter had been pulled out, and so were the eyes and tongue. He had done more to the body, most which remain unnamed.
The next to fall was his mother, the slave that bore him. She was already frail, and had done all she could to protect him, but he didn't see it as enough. How could he, when he was a Pureblood slave? He had left her womb outside her body, hanging the rest of her high in a cage above the roof, where birds pecked at her remains.
He grew powerful, not through the Force, but through manipulation, sadism, and every trait considered Good in a Sith. Nearly everyone he touched became prey to him, each dying more spectacularly than the last, and it was beautiful.
Despite it all, his favorite prey was a twi'lek male by the name of Slovir Aranxia. He was such a pretty twi'lek, and a Jedi as well: One that believed himself strong enough to kill him. Him, a Sith Pureblood, a being so perfect and above any other species, especially twi'leks. It was one of the many reasons why he kept a twi'lek slave as a pet, one who called herself Lei'ti. His other favorite pet was one given by Imperial Intelligence, a beautiful young human male by the name of Y'ael. And while Lei'ti was submissive (out of a beautifully crafted survival instinct), and while Y'ael was malleable, something he built to suit him perfectly, Slovir was something else entirely. Slovir was a Jedi he could break and tear apart and love with gentle kisses and claws down the skin. That twi'lek thought himself unbreakable, and Xyrus reveled in proving him wrong.
So it was to his irritation that he found his new toy gone one day. Luckily for him, it was easy to find the culprit: the twi'lek slave he owned, who he found out was the Jedi's sister.
He enjoyed punishing her that night. He left streaks across her back, ones he made sure would heal with as much scarring as possible, left her with a permanent limp and so many deep, dark bruises to press fingertips into later. He understood very well that she would call for her brother's help, and he would make her watch as he tore him apart. To his surprise and outrage, Slovir killed him instead.
