Deleritas

## Lord Deleritas

Lord Darth Deleritas, Iron Gauntlet

-Darth Gwaethren

-Lady Vesper

-Terrogate

*note - some sections may be ambiguously cannon*

## **Biography**

### **Life Before The Empire**

Born in 138 ABY he never knew his birth parents but was taken in and adopted by a pair of Trandoshans who named him Gha Rahkts II. He had worn a leather necklace on which was attached a pair of twin crystals for as long as Deleritas could remember. They were merely an indication of who his birth family may have been. Deleritas didn’t know what the crystals were nor what their actual power was. Never had he asked anyone about them for fear of having them stripped from his possession. The human male only knew that the crystals would speak to him at night when he was trying to sleep and would whisper horrible things to him. Filling his subconscious with nightmares of the most unimaginable sort…

Based on his human appearances, he assumed that his parents hailed from somewhere on or near Coruscant but had no way to be sure. Yet, Deleritas was far from being a normal human. He had no interest in pursuing politics or being an entrepreneur. He didn’t wish to join the massive Army that would have been the norm for young men in his situation. However, he did pride himself on being a very skilled hunter. Having been raised by Trandoshans, Deleritas learned to hunt via the traditional Trandoshan ceremonial rite of passage. He hunted everything. Jedi, Womp Rats, Wookies, etc. You name it, Deleritas probably had a mounted trophy of it. He didn't know why his adopted parents, Gha Rahkts and Nare Sham, chose to adopt him because, quite frankly, he don’t know himself. According to his father whom he was named after, he supposedly went on his ceremonial hunting expedition and the young boy was his selected prey. Deleritas didn't remember any of this but, according to his father, he was able to elude him. Deleritas foiled his every attempt at capture and slaughter. He told the young blond haired boy there was something almost supernatural about his ability to avoid him. After all, Deleritas was only a toddler, there was no reason for him to understand any of what was going on at the time…

Deleritas said his goodbyes and boarded the ship that was to take him to an undisclosed location. It was a small single-man ship. Similar to an X-wing fighter but, without the weaponry or the option for an R-2-unit co-pilot. Immediately after boarding the ship, the voices that had only spoken to him in his dreams, began to speak to Deleritas and visions plagued his mind. Muttering unimaginable things. From the vilest of insults to mere schoolyard taunts. He saw images of the only two people he had ever loved, his mother and my father, being brutally tortured and murdered. For ages, Deleritas traveled in that cursed ship. For ages, he dealt with the images set before his eyes. For ages, the insults were screamed in his ears. For ages, the images got more gruesome and the insults grew more hostile until the human could feel himself approaching the razor’s edge: the brink of sanity and insanity. Deleritas separated his skin from his bones; dug at his flesh like a schizophrenic with a razor blade. To this day, his fingers trace scars that lace up and down the Iron Gauntlets arms; the scars that run up and down his legs; the scars that web across his chest; and the scars that distort his once handsome face. Scars that mapped out reminders of just how much Deleritas was able to take. He mutilated himself until he was nearly unrecognizable when even he looked at himself in a mirror. Daily, death crooned in his ear. Yet, no matter the torture or pain he put himself through, Deleritas got no rest. No relief, from every sensation that plagued him. Death was on the doorstep and yet, he was unable to let her in…

Instantaneously, all the cloaked figures in the room rose and spun in his direction. Their bright red blades ignited. Deleritas ignited his blades also and they began to attack him in a fury. The swift and seamless motions of his acquired blades cut them to pieces. A dense white fog began to engulf Deleritas and choked the life out of his cloaked enemies. The mists poured into his sabers changing each blade’s color to a deep blood-red. The steady hum of energy that was once emitted from the blades, gave way to a crackling and hissing, eerily reminiscent of the agonized wails of the Iron Gauntlets recently vanquished foes. The fog cleared and he stood among hundreds of pure-white skeletons whose life forces had given in to his blades. The figure in the mask came down from the pulpit and quickly accelerated into a run towards him…

Doubled-over, out-of-breath, sweating profusely, muscles-aching. Deleritas trained and trained and trained under the watchful eye of my newfound teacher.

### **Apprentice to Darth Solus**

“Again” Darth Solus called.

The blond haired human continued with the exercises he had outlined hours earlier getting sloppier and sloppier with each attempt due to his ever-growing fatigue. But, deleritas continued to press forward so as to not disappoint Darth Solus and to prove that he would never give up. After all, persistence was one of his strongest qualities. But, Deleritas had never encountered training quite like this. Darth Solus combined intense physical tasks with learning all forms of saber fighting. All that compounded with his routine weapons familiarization and proficiency training, made for long and exhausting days. His day would begin before the sun rose over Korriban to awaken the planet. His first exercise after stretching and meditation was to run for as long as Deleritas could and as soon as he could feel himself getting tired to run faster and rely on the Force to carry him, he would run until he physically collapsed. Solus used the Force to flit alongside Deleritas, effortlessly, and would bring him back to there small compound for the first of three meals and a short hydration period. Immediately following this was self-defense and hand-to-hand combat training. Darth Solus was an expert in three forms of martial arts, anyone with said capabilities was labelled a deadly weapon by the Empire and could not provoke any fights. That being said, Solus would always say that while he may never start a fight, he’ll finish one every time…

### Master To **Apprentice Terrogate**

As a Knight and now Leutnant of house Feros he was approached by a new Acolyte, a large male Catharian by the Name of Terrogate requesting that the gauntlet be his master.

The anticipation grew and tension could be felt in the air as the time drew nearer for the acolyte to join Deleritas. Then, Deleritas saw a shadow that was different from the others, one that wasn’t yet caused by the dancing flames. He knew this to be Acolyte Terrogate approaching.

The shadow grew in size until the acolyte came into view. A hulking figure. Terrogate's muscular form could be seen even through his issued, boxy dress uniform, straining against the fabric, nearly tearing at the seams. His tail swished behind him, luckily some modifications could be made by the ship seamstress to accommodate for anatomical oddities that weren’t common in House Feros. Nevertheless, the acolyte walked swiftly forward. Clearly with pride.

“*Acolyte Terrogate. Welcome to the Pit!”* *Deleritas* called, his arms spread wide.

Looking down upon the acolyte, *Deleritas* continued, *“You will see this place more often than you see your bed. You will train hard. I will push you farther than you have ever been pushed before. I will instruct you to the best of my ability and I will encourage you to seek wisdom from every reach of the galaxy. Every holocron you can lay your hands on. Every master you encounter. Come forward!”*

The acolyte approached, not hesitantly, but cautiously at Deleritas’ command. Deleritas strode down the stone steps to meet the acolyte where he stood, coming to a halt mere inches from the acolyte’s chest. Deleritas had not accounted for the difference in height, but his presence grew stronger. Filling the air with an electrical humidity. The torches dimmed slightly. A chill ran down Deleritas’ spine. A servant came sprinting from the depths of the darkness and slammed an iron stool in front of Deleritas. Deleritas hopped upon it. The soles of boots gently kissing the cold metal surface. Clicking his heels and glaring into the eyes of the acolyte. Deleritas growled, *“But only should you choose to accept my tutelage. Acolyte Terrogate, do you willingly submit to me and allow me to teach you in the ways of the Dark Side of the Force?”*

Closing his eyes he took a step back and dropped to his knees and made his oath to the great Iron Knight*... “I submit to you fully, I will willing allow you to teach me the ways of the Dark Side of the Force, I understand that failing you means my certain death...... but I will not fail you... My Master..”* And with that, Deleritas took his second apprentice. hopefully this one wouldn't fail him.