A decade in solitude, stranded on the moon of Vanir II has left its mark – its many marks – on Oscura. A broken, shambling man, his right arm severed, his body and face pale, emaciated, disfigured by a myriad of scars. He is a specter, a revenant, bound to life by the will of the Dark Side. Once he considered himself a master; the Force bound to his every bidding. No longer. He is the slave. Nothing does he crave more than its dark embrace. He thrives on the propagation of the darkness and gives into sadistic means to turn his victims. Gone is the elegant, refined warrior… all that remains is a shade of the past devoured by madness.

Oscura is a known historical figure with a legacy dating back centuries before the battle of Yavin. Once a Jedi padawan, he turned from the light and fell in with mercenaries, which he would later lead against the Republic itself. Cruel, ruthless tactics causing the death of thousands, would earn him the monicker of the Black Hand. He was defeated by his own brother, the Jedi Agart who, unable to murder his own flesh and blood, instead sealed Oscura away in a Force-induced trance. Upon awakening, centuries later, Cyris would discover his connection to the Force had been amplified by this trance. He would come to enjoy a prosperous career within the Brotherhood as Combat Master and later Herald, until his disappearance a decade past.

Everywhere Oscura goes, an Aura of Fear follows, heralding his presence. Mundanes will actively avoid his presence, while Force sensitive beings may feel doubt and anxiety around him. Driven by his desire to propagate the Dark Side, Oscura has learned to draw upon the Force to haunt his enemies, to drag their very fears to the surface. A master in his craft, he can do it at a moment’s notice with little effort. His enemies will find themselves destabilized, halted in their tracks, while those weakest of mind may be paralyzed in terror. With such repulsive practices, few will dare trust Oscura, and fewer yet may take a liking to him. He is a man who stands alone, with darkness his only ally.

Devoured by madness, his mind is a nigh impregnable, festering maelstrom of half-thoughts and screaming voices, making him particularly resilient to mental attacks of all kinds, be it telepathic probing, illusions or terror. Because of this, he is resilient to panic and losing concentration on the battlefield, as even the largest of explosions seldom match the turmoil in his mind. Only the very strongest of Force users can truly break into his mind, and rarely without sustained side effects. Oscura is, however, quite unstable, a walking liability prone to bouts of rambling, who frequently disregards orders in the pursuit of his own motives.

Though he wields a double-bladed lightsaber, the loss of his right arm impaired Oscura, forcing him to alter his fundamental philosophy. Once a master adherent of Juyo, he has twisted the form to suit his crippled physique. He holds the long hilt one-handed in reverse grip, fighting with only a single blade extended. To support his lessened melee skills and keep offensive pressure on his adversaries, the Dark Jedi weaves erratic Force-based attacks into his form; attacks such as destabilizing telekinetic blows, or mental attacks in the form of Terror and Suppression. He offsets his weakened state in a saber lock by pushing back upon his adversary’s blade with a concentrated pressure of telekinesis. These tactics, though effective, are highly demanding physically and mentally.

Cyris Oscura is more beast now than man, twisted and driven by primal instincts. Once, he was a calculated fighter, a tactician and a man of war. Now, he behaves as little more than a feral beast, a hunter stalking its prey, reacting on impulse and intuition alone. He watches from afar, awaiting the opportune moment to strike, to unleash a relentless barrage of attacks. This makes for an unpredictable adversary, quick to react and quicker to strike back, but Oscura tends to lose himself to inhuman aggression, forgoing strategic maneuvers and personal safety.