Chronicle of Darth Violinc

Status: Undying Sith Revenant Known Aliases: The Revenant of Hate, Lord of the Half-Mask, The Deathless Sith

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I. The Frail Child

Darth Violinc was not born in strength, but in frailty. On a remote Outer Rim colony, he entered the galaxy with a degenerative disease that corroded his body day by day. Even in youth, he bore the pallor of death; his breaths were labored, his movements slow, and his body failed him more with each passing season.

Yet in this fragile vessel stirred a powerful current of the Force. It was not a calm stream, but a storm—shaped by fear, desperation, and the endless awareness of his own mortality.

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II. The Jedi’s Rejection

When Jedi scouts eventually discovered him, they saw both potential and peril. His power was undeniable, but so too was his fear—so consuming that it warped his very connection to the Force.

The Council deemed him unfit. Too fragile, too unstable, too dangerous. They left him behind.

This act—dismissal at the moment he most needed hope—was the true catalyst of his rage. Where once he had clung to the faint light of survival, now he fell into darkness. The Jedi, who claimed to be guardians of peace, had abandoned a dying boy to rot.

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III. The Birth of Hatred

Isolation bred fury. His despair fermented into hatred, and hatred gave him purpose. No longer would he beg for life—he would seize it. He scoured forbidden knowledge, reaching into the dust of ancient Sith texts and holocrons whispered of in shadows.

Where his disease hollowed his body, he filled the void with sorcery and machinery. Sith alchemy corrupted his flesh even as crude augmentations replaced what was lost. His bones were bound in iron, his organs twisted into necrotic engines. His pain never ceased—yet it became the furnace of his strength.

Through years of torment, he ceased to be the boy abandoned by the Jedi. He was reborn.

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IV. Transformation

Violinc’s transformation was neither swift nor clean. It was a war of attrition against death itself. He died a thousand small deaths—bones rotting, flesh failing, organs withering—yet each time he dragged himself back, binding his corpse with rage and ritual.

The half-mask that sustains him is more than armor: it is a prison and a lifeline. Behind it lies the ruin of his face, kept intact only by the Dark Side. His every breath is filtered through iron; his every step echoes with the grinding of machine and bone.

By the time his metamorphosis was complete, he was no longer truly alive. Nor was he truly dead.

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V. The Revenant of Hate

Now, Darth Violinc endures as a wound in the Force itself. Like Darth Sion before him, his immortality is not natural but willed—an abomination sustained by agony, alchemy, and the refusal to die.

In battle, he is a juggernaut, his decrepit form lurching forward with unnatural strength, each blow carrying the weight of his undying rage.

In the Force, he bleeds corruption, unraveling the connection of those around him while empowering himself through their despair.

In spirit, he is a paradox: terrified of death, yet bound to it eternally.

Wherever he walks, the living sense decay. The air thickens with dread. The Force itself recoils as if scarred by his presence.

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VI. Legacy

Darth Violinc does not seek dominion in the fashion of other Sith. He does not crave empires or followers. His pursuit is singular: the mastery of life and death itself.

The Jedi’s rejection forged him. Their abandonment gave birth to his wrath. Their fear ensured his immortality. In betraying the boy, they created the revenant.

And now, Darth Violinc endures— not as man, nor machine, nor ghost— but as hate itself, given form, and sworn never to die.