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Post by Lord Vassago on Dec 13, 2017 6:46:42 GMT -5
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Warlord Zhav'vorsa
Theme of The Warlord
Name: (Vezhven) Zhav'vorsa Title: Warlord
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Species: Dathomiri/Human hybrid
Homeworld: Dathomir Occupation: Warlord of the Howling Blade Clan Height: 6’7”
Appearance: Warlord Zhav'vorsa was physically imposing: tall, muscular, and lean. His face bore the scars of many battles, most notably a sizeable gash that ran from his brow, down his left eye, and into his cheek. He had a long braided black beard, and wore his long black hair pulled back in a tail, reaching just beyond the middle of his back. Rather than wearing restrictive armor across his torso, Zhav would paint his shoulders and chest with streaks of red war paint, resembling claw marks. His chest was bare, aside from a single strap and buckle, which rested diagonally across him, that was the sheathe to his massive sword. He wore heavy leather gauntlets, made from the hide of fallen Rancor, that extended up his forearm. The gauntlets were lined with small rings, and, for added impact from direct physical attacks, the bones of the Rancor were inlaid across the knuckles. He wore a dark leather guard around his waist, adorned with several straps and buckles, that covered his abdomen; concealed on the belt were two Shikkar daggers that he would often use on unsuspecting opponents. His lower-body was covered with dark, loose-fitting, layered breeches, and a pair of heavy leather boots, wrapped with the shrouds of his fallen allies. Weapons: Howl of the Damned, Shikkar daggers tucked into his belt. Due to the ritualistic nature used in the construction of the weapon, the sword had many properties that a normal blade would not. The blade had all the characteristics of a traditional Sith weapon, including the ability to block a lightsaber blade, the traditional weapons of the Jedi and Sith, as well the ability to deflect blaster bolts, and was able to cut through nearly any material. Along with this, the blade was imbued with the ability to absorb the bolts, and other energy attacks, such as Force Lightning; the absorbed attacks would be stored within the Force-sensitive crystal in the pommel, infusing the weapon with a power to be unleashed at the wielder’s discretion. The blade was also invariably infused with a necrotic poison element, meaning the magical blade would infect any wound inflicted with it. Equipment: Various rations and survival items secured to his person. Description of Abilities: Honed battle senses and nerves. Formidable in physical combat. Skilled hand-to-hand and melee combatant. Alchemically reinforced through rituals performed by the Nightsisters to have tougher skin and muscle, granting him (mildly) supernatural strength and resolve. Force sensitive, but with only training from his mother and the Nightsisters of Dathomir. Personality: Fearless. Among the Clan he created, he was revered as a strong leader, feared and competent. In battle, Zhav’vorsa was known for his savagery, brutality, and lack of relent or remorse to his opponents. Zhav was known to admire the prowess of a skilled opponent, and often wanted to test himself against those he saw as worthy, rather than small warriors he could easily defeat. He was devoted to his Clan and the traditions of the darkness that he was born into.
Biography: Vezhven Zhav'vorsa was born into the Whispering Woods Clan on Dathomir. The bastard son of a Nightsister and a human slave, Zhav was brought up on the principles of the Book of Shadow, and taught to hate the teaching of Allya and the Book of Law. His mother raised him to be proficient in the ways of the Force, though he did not utilize the magick as she did; he found at a young age he preferred to use the Force enhance his physical attributes and assist him in physical combat. Throughout his youth, his mother taught him the traditions and the ways of the Dathomiri Nightsisters and Brothers. She taught him reverence for the mighty beasts, the apex predators of the world, the Rancor. The clan believed that the souls of these great beasts were sacred and treated with reverence. When a Rancor would die, a ritualistic ceremony was held to honor the passing, and every part of the beast was used for the betterment of the Clan. The skin was turned to leather, and used for clothing, the bones for weapons, tools, even jewelry. No part of the Rancor would go unused, as it was seen as disrespect. Along with revering the beasts, the Clan would also domesticate and ride the giants as a means for transportation. The ability to train, to domesticate the beasts was something Zhav’vorsa took to quickly, using his connection with the Force to aide him in a faster breaking, and stronger bond with the animal. When he was a teen, his mother saw his potential, but did not wish to wait for him to utilize it. She chose for him to perform a ritual among the other Sisters. While he was uncertain of the implications, she assured her son the ritual would only serve to make him physically stronger, more imposing, and more dangerous to those who would oppose their Clan. So, it was in an ancient ceremony heavily rooted in the dark side that his mother, and a full coven of spellcasters, bound together, channeling spirit ichor and the rawest hatred to make Zhav’vorsa even larger, even stronger. Subjected to the dark magicks of The Left-Handed God and the Mother of the Fanged God, he was granted greater height and size and fearsome physical power: he gained even more brutality, an unmatched ferocity, fearlessness, and a heightened physical potential. Following the ritual, Zhav’vorsa had a bloodlust that was insatiable. He carved through the immediate lands decimating any who would oppose him; his path of destruction was not contained just to enemies, but spacers, traders, and travelers, too. Following the ritual, he had lost himself. The bloody path he carved left a very sore spot among the other Clans and Tribes on Dathomir, even within his own. The Clan Mother put forth a vote to remove Zhav from the clan, banishing him to the reaches of the planet. The vote was unanimous among the Council of Twelve Elders, which included his own mother. The judgement was swift, and he was ostracized from the Whispering Woods Clan. He had never felt so betrayed, cast out for something that they had made him, even by his own blood. His heart seethed with anger, with hatred, but he could not act. He would not… He spent months wandering the planet with only his broadsword and his Rancor. During the exile from his native Clan, his bloodlust subsided. He was able to channel it in battle, to harness it, but was not drawn to mindlessly kill. In his travels across the vast planet, he turned his focus from a thirst for blood to a thirst for knowledge. There was more to the Force, to the magick, even, that his mother hadn’t taught him; rituals, traditions, etc. He’d heard whisperings of a merchant that had a scroll of dark and untold power, this was something that interested him greatly. He sought out the black market merchant, and traded for the scroll. On the scroll were writings, runes, instructions on how to craft a Sith sword based on the ancient Sith principles. Many of the inscribed words were foreign to him, but he knew someone that could translate it…his mother. Zhav'vorsa traveled for weeks to get back to his home Clan, to his mother, but he knew he would not be welcomed. He snuck in to the village and found his mother, pleading with her to help him understand the languages, the runes. She reluctantly agreed to translate the scroll, with the condition that he must leave and not return, as they would kill him if they found him. He agreed, and she translated the words for him, outlining each of the steps that were needed to craft this ancient, powerful sword. She explained that his own broadsword would be used as the basis for the transformation, and there were multiple rituals that had to be performed. The first of these rituals included dipping the blade into the blood of a dozen hated enemies. The other steps came clearly to him, his mother’s words resonating in his mind. He noted each of her instructions in their native tongue as she explained, keeping his own record, so as not to misconstrue the instructions for the rituals. Once the scroll was translated, and the ritual made clear, Zhav thanked his mother, unsheathed his blade, and struck her down. After collecting her blood, her left her chamber and searched the Temple of Whispers. Within, he would find and kill each of the remaining Council of Twelve Elders, collecting their blood for his ritual. He carved through the Temple, through the Village, killing any who opposed him, but offering safety to those who would pledge themselves to him. Those that joined him were those that were also cast-down, some were even bastards, like him. He pledged to those that followed him they would never be cast out, or ostracized, but treated fairly in a new brotherhood, a new clan. After leaving the Whispering Woods Clan in shambles, taking those warriors that pledged to him, he set out to craft his blade. With the blood of a dozen of his hated enemies, he doused the blade and retreated to meditate on the death, the killings, for days. During this intense meditative state, the blade was infused with his anger. He scoured caves, tombs of forgotten Clan Temples and gathered Force-sensitive crystals, gems, and other crucial elements. Using the crystals, he sharpened the blade, and within the pommel he placed a Force-sensitive gem. The hilt was wrapped in the shroud of a long-dead Nightsister that had soaked up the malignant energies of the deceased. Zhav'vorsa found himself getting impatient at times, even lost in the instructions he scribbled in his native tongue. The process was not quick. It did not happen in a span of days, or weeks. Instead, it took months and months. The time spent was taxing. While he was crafting this weapon, his bastard clan was out recruiting more for his cause, building a brotherhood. To him, crafting this weapon was essential to leading his new clan, to showing his power. The process was personal, ritualistic, and difficult. At times, he struggled to learn the alchemy within the scroll, to “ cast a shape” of the metal and transmute it with the Dark Side, the magick, as necessary. Sith Alchemy is different, he learned, from the conventional Dark Side usage and Dathomirian magicks. But finally, after nearly five months of hard work and meditation, he had crafted a mighty sword worthy of the Ancient Sith. The sword was one of a kind, the edges were sharpened to the width of an atom, and the blade was capable of cutting almost anything. With an eerie glow of Dark Side energy and Dathomiri magick, the blade was adorned with an ancient skull, fanged mouth agape, with a sickly glow in the eyes. A chain and hook hung from the spiked pommel, and the deadly, poisonous blade was carved with notches. When swung, the notches caused the sword to “howl”, singing its own battle cry, just as the Warlord did. The sound would keen over the battlefield, some described it as a slight Force Scream, uncomfortable and slightly debilitating to those that have heard it, magically strengthened and imbued with otherworldly power. Thus, the blade earned its name, Howl of the Damned. The blade had all the characteristics of a traditional Sith weapon, including the ability to block a lightsaber blade, the traditional weapons of the Jedi and Sith, as well the ability to deflect blaster bolts. Along with this, the blade was imbued with the ability to absorb the bolts, and other energy attacks, such as Force Lightning; the absorbed attacks would be stored within the Force-sensitive crystal in the pommel, infusing the weapon with a power to be unleashed at Zhav’s choosing. On the battlefield, the blade became infamous, as did Zhav'vorsa’s brutality. Armed with his fearsome weapon, he and his brotherhood tore through the rival clans, sparring those who offered them shelter, women, food, and other spoils. He proclaimed his brotherhood The Howling Blade Clan, a fearsome collection of bastards and warriors alike that would not be opposed. They would go forth together, ravaging those that would stand against them on their planet, and dream of the day they would leave to conquer more. While still on Dathomir, they sought to expand their ranks, ruling the Clans with an iron fist. The Howling Blade Clan would take only the strongest warrior, ride only the fiercest Rancor, and slay all that stood in their path. Rank/Level: 6 Warrior (Marauder)
Skills: -Force Push/Pull: 3 -Force Choke: 3 -Force Jump: 3 -Force Avalanche: 3 -Force Defense: 3 -Form I: 3 -Form V: 3 -Form VII: 2 -Force Rage: 3
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Post by trentongordon on Dec 21, 2017 0:27:00 GMT -5
Approved by Dreadwar
Character Summary
Name: Skard Vel "So'Kard"
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Species: Dashade
Occupation: Slave
Height: 6'8
Weight: 326
Physical Description: A muscled mass of flesh. He has a maw able to rip flesh from bone if needed andhas a head hard enough to crack metal with a butt. He wears no clothes except for bits of armor and a loincloth so the markings on his skin are visible. He was bred to be able to kill with either his hands or a weapon, stealth or not. His steps make no sound as he was trained to be that way. His eyes can be demeaning or even terrifying as they look soulless. They are yellow with red pupils and can give even a rancor a run for their money in fear.
Clothing: A loincloth and buts of durasteel plating.
Weapons: His hands are one other than the rest of his body he has none unless given one by his master.
Description of Abilities: His abilities range from being as stealthy as he needs to be to being as strong as is needed as well. He is skilled in all forms of weapons excluding lightsabers. He has a preference to use his hands because he see's it as being honorable and even skilled. He can rip flesh from bone using his maw and he is capable of pulling limbs from the bodies if he needs to. He is lightfooted which would be unexpected by anyone who didn't know of his kind or his rank among them. He can speak Dashadi and only Dashadi though which can be quite a handful of his master(s) can't speak it as well.
Bio: Skard Vel a man who was born circa 7,000 BBY into a colony of Dashade shortly before their planet exploded. They encountered the Sith when the Sith, a race of red bipedal creatures who commanded the dark forces with technology that surpassed the Dashade, landed on their planet. They chose from the best of the warriors, the Shadow Killers. They were trained to kill with either stealth or strength. They didn't need any lightsaber or blasters to kill a man no, they could use their bare hands or their gaping maw's. They were noble warriors. Skard Vel grew up to be trained by one. After the Sith had landed he was taken by their leader, a human named Ku'ar Danar. His goal to attain immortality and absolute power seemed beyond crazy but Skard didn't care. He followed orders and that was it. Anything else and it didn't matter. He killed without mercy and followed orders to the letter. If he was told to pillage and steal he did it without question. After his master disappeared for a few years Tulak Hord put him in an ancient tomb to wait for his masters return. If his master were never to return then he would remain there until found and disturbed.
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Post by Darth Dreadwar on Dec 21, 2017 0:39:04 GMT -5
-Jania Kio Lvl 1-
Push/Pull 1
Force Jump 1
Force Avalanche 1
Lightning 1
Form II 1
Form IV 1
Force Cloak 1
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Padawan4687
Imperial Intelligence
.: Empress' Sword / Director of Intelligence
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Post by Padawan4687 on Dec 22, 2017 19:42:27 GMT -5
~Alisha Tano~
Name/Title: Alisha Tano
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Species: Togruta
Homeworld: Shili
Occupation: Imperial Knight, and Empress’ Sword-in-Exile
Height: 5’6” (6’2” with her montrals)
Weight: 155lbs
Appearance: Alisha is tall with curved and imposing horns that can give a threatening air to her silhouette. With her striking orange skin and white marks across her face and body, she can be easy to spot in a crowd. The markings along her neck and body go down in thick and jagged stripes like a tiger, though few have ever seen those. She has dark blue eyes, a wide button nose and a strong jaw that are emphasized in white. Her blue and white striped lekku have grown past her shoulders and now rest against her chest and the center of her back. In terms of clothing, Alisha tends to wear earthy tones when not in armor or in her navy blue Imperial outfit. She finds the monochromatic schemes far too stifling, and often wears little accessories just to include a splash of color.
Weapons: A pair of lightsabers that she built as a Jedi are her primary weapons. Both hilts are slim and wrapped with brown and orange leather with small handguards. One emits a bright blue blade, and the other is silver.
Equipment: Alisha is frequently carrying a datapad for recording missions and various information, and a small medical kit hangs against her belt. She wears a small set of Rathalayan firestone jewelry, one set in an amulet around her neck, and one in a bangle and ring.
Description of Abilities: Being trained by many different Masters in several different factions has given Alisha a wealth of different skills in combat. She takes much pride in her reputation as a weaponsmaster, and while her skill with lightsabers is nothing to scoff at she still can't quite keep up with her Mentor yet. Her abilities with the Force are formidable, and that power was recognized even in childhood.
Personality: Many years of danger and instability have done a number on the happy and bubbly personality that Alisha once held as a child and teenager. She is now neutral and businesslike in her speech, almost to the point of detached coldness with those working under her. Her wits and pride as a warrior are still as strong as always, with the remnants of a reckless streak.
Biography: Alisha spent her childhood years on Shili with a single mother and a whole village to assist in her care. She lived there happily until age ten when she was forced to flee from a rogue Sith raid on a ship, leaving her mother behind. After several long days of space travel, Alisha was taken in by a small group of Jedi and quickly accepted for training. However, this faction was trapped in a downward spiral and was ultimately abandoned before the year ended.
She, alongside the remaining younglings and Padawans of the faction were adopted into a much larger Jedi sect that was the Guardians of Light. Alisha flourished there in her training, and made many strides in strength until the day she was to be made a Padawan. Her “Master” was an extremely unstable position, and she was shuffled through at least two Knights and even the Grandmaster before at last finding a Jedi that remained with her.
He was a Togruta like her, and he used their common homeworld and language to bridge the gap of discouragement that developed in young Alisha. Her training alongside this Knight endured for years, until it was ended not with a promotion, but with bloodshed. The Guardians of Light sect was destroyed and its inhabitants massacred, with Alisha barely escaping with her life. Without any way of knowing her Master’s fate, she was left adrift again until she came into Empress Volshe’s service.
The broken teenager was given a new purpose, and yet another Mentor, Shira A'dola. Despite her severe doubts at ever achieving the label of “Knight”, keeping a teacher or even surviving in this new Empire, she slowly progressed. She remained with the NGE even after the leadership crumbled suddenly, and dutifully followed her Mentor into exile.
SKILLS (Lvl 6)
Force Push/Pull –3
Force Jump – 3
Force Stun - 3
Force Defense – 3
Heal - 3
Mind Trick -3
Battle Meld - 2
Form I - Shii-Cho. - 3
Form VI - Niman. - 3 |
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Post by Lord Vassago on Dec 27, 2017 3:29:40 GMT -5
Darth Vassago's Theme
Name: Not publicly disclosed.
Title(s): Darth Vassago, Voktys
Age: Indeterminable
Sex: Male Species: Human Occupation: [former] Dark Lord of the Sith Height: 6'4" Weight: 190 lbs. Physical Description: Completely bald head adorned with several markings. The tip of his right ear has been lost; a scar runs down the side of his head coming down to his ear. Heavy, deep red bags rest below hazel eyes, a faint scar of pink hue crosses down his right eye lid nearly to his cheek. A deep scar on the side of his head, near his temple. A long, white beard runs midway to his temple but ends before reaching the crown of his skull. His physical body appears thin, no excess weight to speak of. Clothing: Current attire.Weapons: Darth Vassago never parted with his original lightsaber. Designed for dueling, the hilt was curved and the blade was violet. Equipment: Various talismans, a walking stick/greatstaff. Description of Abilities: A Master of the Force. Bio: Darth Vassago once proudly ruled the Sith Order, overseeing a generation of proud and powerful Sith. The Dark Lord ruled with an iron fist and mercilessly defended the honor of his Order. However, despite his best efforts, the Order was not invincible and fell to a greater destructive power. Once the Order crumbled, the Dark Lord fled into a self-imposed exile. No one has seen or heard of the Dark Lord since the fall of the Sith Order, and has been presumed dead for many, many years. Skills -Force Avalanche: 3 -Force Lightning: 4 -Force Push/Pull: 3 -Form II: 3 -Force Choke: 4 -Probe Mind: 3 -Tutaminis: 10 -Force Storm: 10 |
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Post by patrickx31 on Jan 12, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -5
Character Summary approved Name: Gis'pefu(Folks call her Gis..hehe) Age: 19 Sex: female Species: twi'lik Occupation: Jedi padawan Height: 5'7" Weight: 149 Physical Description: Minus the sith tattoos, almost identical to Gez'segi Clothing: Jedi clothing and robe Weapons: Blue doublebladed lightsaber that can act as a single saber or doublebladed. Plus with the capability to split into two sabers. Plus another blue lightsaber Description of Abilities: 1.While her attunement with the force isn't comparable to others both sith and jedi. Her physical prowess surely makes up for it. Almost being able to keep up with yoda when invoked by force valor. This also adds to her unusual flexibility. Bio:Before we get to the stories of twins who would be separated by the force, we must discuss their masters, Codorth and Bane. Codorth trained in the ways of the force to not only enhance his senses, but mastery of the mind, making him a master jedi consular. Bane on the other hand would focus entirely on saber combat. Although this would have others to believe that he neglected the force, they would be no further from the truth. In his eyes, he would believe that the force was guiding his blades, and as such, this marked him as something that few would ever achieve, the title of jedi weapons master. These two also had a sibling bond, much like our future hero and villain. They would begin to realize that their paths would differ in more than just their ways of fighting, but of their understanding of the force. Bane would believe in the jedi way, while Codorth would believe in the dark side of the force. They would often clash with one another, somehow never seeming to best the other. Until the cycles of constant draws would soon come to an end when they felt the force pull their attention to force sensitive twins. They decided since the force seems to be guiding them both to work together and so what they were being drawn to. When they arrived, that’s when they realized what it was that the force wanted them to find, a pair of 4-year-old human girls who possessed potential in the force. Bane went to the mother to take them with them for teaching in the ways of the jedi. Of course, Codorth wished to train them in the ways of the dark side and would take the by force if necessary. War between the two was beginning to spark until the slavers would interfere, saying that those girls were the property of the cartel. So, for the first time in ages, the two would work together to rip the hutt apart as they made their escape. But during the confusion, Codorth would take the child Gez’segi offworld, believing that he sensed a deeper connection to the force than the other. At the same time, the jedi Bane would take Gis’pefu and their mother offworld. And while everything would seem like the day was saved. Her mother now living in a comfortable life in corusuant. And Gis'pefu studying under him as a padawan. However, the battlemaster begin to make it his life's mission to end the sith so that no more jedi like his brother convert. So after a mission of dealing with a sith, he stole his ship and flew to corusuant, not knowing that Gis hitched a ride in the cargo hold. Using the security clearance that the sith possessed, the disguised jedi made his way to the dark lord himself and challenged him. That...didn't exactly end well as the young padawan saw the battlemaster violently murdered. She wanted vengeance. Getting ready to go at his throat until a guard knocked her over the head, rendering her unconcious. (Sith characters only) Rank/Level: 1 Class: Assassin Skills Force push/pull –1 Force choke – Force jump –1 Force Avalanche – Force Lightning – Force Defense –1 Mind Trick – Form I –1 Form II – Form III – Form IV –1(Ninja style) Form V – Form VI – (Assassin tree only) Force Cloak –1 *Force Empathy-1 Force speed- *Breath control-1 *Force empathy was a Force power related to Force sense, but involved picking up impressions of an individual's feelings and general emotional state. Those Force-sensitives especially adept could pick up motivations, hidden feelings, and even deeply guarded secrets. *Using the Force power breath control, a Jedi could literally numb the body's instinct to shut itself down after long periods without oxygen, allowing the user to be able to go without breathing for longer periods than he or she ordinarily could by using the Force to reserve the amounts of air in the lungs. It was believed that some users of the technique could hold their breath for hours or even days with this power. This ability used independently, however, would not prevent anything entering or leaving the respiratory system of the user. In some cases, the user would require some kind of Force barrier in, or around the nose/throat region to keep poisonous gases or water out. The necessity of such a barrier would depend on the air/water pressure in the direct vicinity, and the user's ability to naturally seal their airways. This was a very effective ability in situations where the air was very thin, underwater, or in any environment with toxic fumes. Volshe , Darth Dreadwar , |
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darthramage
Citizen
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Post by darthramage on Jan 12, 2018 23:55:04 GMT -5
-Jarich (y-erik) Skywalker Age: 18 Sex: Male Species: Human Homeworld: Ossus Occupation: Padawan to Shado VaoHeight/Weight: 6'1'' 185lbs Appearance: Jarich is a lithe, dark-haired youth with the typically fair features common to Skywalkers. He wears a simple brown-colored tunic in the traditional Jedi fashion more common among the old order. Weapons: A single blue-bladed lightsaber with an extended grip similar to that of the former battlemaster Kyle Katarn as well as a prototype lightsaber rifle based on ancient designs. This rifle, however, was much more compact, able to be folded in on itself and slug on the back when not in use as well as being far less prone to overheating than previous designs used by the Jedi. Equipment: A small harness around the boy's waist contained a generic Jedi equipment belt as well as a sling to carry his rifle when not in use. On his wrist is a modified Mandalorian deflector with an integrated multitool allowing him to access computer systems. Personality: Jarich was outright gregarious compared to most Jedi, and exceedingly talented as a technician. Due to his personality and heritage, many of the other academy students shunned the boy for his incessant pranks and antics. Biography: Born into the Skywalker line, Jarich was the son of Cade. He grew up surrounded by Jedi and politicians alike in a time of relative peace compared to the turmoil that had plagued the galaxy for the past several centuries. at age ten he was chosen by Master Shado Vao, a close friend of his father to be a Padawan learner. Over the course of his studies with Master Vao, he was able to access The Great Holocron where he found the ancient schematics for the Lightsaber rifle. Obsessed with making himself stand out from the other young Jedi who typically viewed him as an overly praised "prince" of the order, Jarich perfected a new prototype weapon and gained recognition of his own from the Jedi council. Description of Abilities: As a Skywalker, his potential in the force was above that of most average force sensitives, but Jarich spent much of his time as a young boy tinkering with electronics and droids rather than studying holocrons or practicing saber forms. As such his skills were relatively unrefined in comparison to many other Padawans his age. Despite all of this Master Vao insisted that the boy was unique and that his role in the future of the galaxy would change the Jedi forever. *Jarich shares a powerful force bond with Rhaneris allowing them to perceive eachothers emotions and intent. In some cases the force can be channeled directly between eachother resulting in shared effects of force powers and long distance communication.*Skills: LVL1 Force Push/Pull – 1 Droid Stun – 1 Force Jump – 1 Force Defence - 1 Forse Sense- 1 Heal- 1 Djem So- 1 Saber Rifle Proficiency- 1
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Post by rhaneris on Jan 22, 2018 20:17:39 GMT -5
Name: Rhaneris Age: 17
Class: Jedi Guardian Species: Human Homeworld: Coruscant Occupation: Padawan to Shado Vao Height: 5'3''
Weight: 125 Appearance: Rhaneris is a slim built with a small stature, making her both stealthy and easily disguisable. She bears a two-inch scar on the left side of her defined jawline, angled to the direction of her jugular. Her pale complexion contrasts with the long dark brown strands of hair she pulls out of her face every day. Constantly in motion; Rhaneris dresses in roughly woven knee length shorts, held up by a handmade leather holster belt. Wrapping her breasts in a thick piece of white cloth to hold them in place, she crudely drapes her brown cloak over her shoulders and ties it around her small figured waist. Black strapped boots reach up her calfs and end a few inches below her pants. She often wraps her hands and the base of her forearms in the same white cloth she uses on her chest Weapons: A pair of average-sized blue lightsabers that can be connected into a saberstaff when needed. Equipment: A wrist-mounted commlink, small aid kit and homemade sketch book roughly woven together with string and a charcoal pencil. Bio/Personality: Rhaneris grew up on Coruscant without much knowledge of her family. She lived with her father, a bounty hunter until she was the age of 6. After his life was severed on the job, Cade Skywalker took her and his seven-year-old bastard son, Jarich, to the Jedi Temple in Yavin. She grew up learning humbleness and caring attitudes while training the way of the Jedi with Jarich. Although these values were instilled from a young age, Rhaneris never fully kicked her spiteful attitude towards the world after her father passed. She found herself constantly in trouble with superiors due to her sarcastic personality and humorous approach to life, often joining Jarich in his absurd pranks across the Praxium. Abilities: Rhaneris depends largely on her skills with Jar'Kai dual wielding or saberstaff variants of forms three, six and seven. When outnumbered she can erect a nearly unbreakable defense, or while on the attack she can switch deftly between forms six and seven, incorporating force pushes pulls and stuns with unrelenting saber strikes. Rhaneris also shows great skill in using the force to augment movement as well as accelerated healing. *Rhaneris shares a powerful force bond with Jarich Skywalker allowing them to perceive each other's emotions and intent. In some cases the force can be channeled directly between each other resulting in shared effects of force powers and long distance communication.*Skills: LVL1 Form III Soresu - 1pt Form VI Niman - 1pt Form VII Juyo - 1pt Force Healing - 1pt Force Push/Pull - 1pt Force Jump - 1pt Force Defense - 1pt Force Stun - 1pt
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Post by DarthVizuul on Apr 15, 2018 20:49:18 GMT -5
Character Summary (GM Approved)
Name: Birth name unknown. Lord Primus
Age: 33 standard years
Sex: Male
Species: Shistavanen
Occupation: Sith
Height: 1.82m
Physical Description: Tall, seemingly athletic build. Fur-like black and dark gray colored hair covering entire body. His muzzle is slightly shorter than traditional Shistavanen, as well as the ears. Clawed and padded hands and feet. Elongated canines capable of biting through bone with ease.
Clothing: Midnight blue tunic with black pants and covered with a black hooded cloak. A mask is also worn to cover his physical appearance.
Weapons: A single blade lightsaber made from the hollowed tooth of a Tuk'ata. Dark Crimson red coloring with blackened glow around outer edge due to immense hatred and rage from the past being poured in to the crystal.
Description of Abilities: Other than being gifted with basic Force techniques while channeling the Dark Side, Primus also has his own variation of the Force Scream that, when used, it radiates through his vocal chords in to a Primal Force Roar capable of minor tremors.
Bio: Born on the planet Uvena Prime, Primus has always been an isolationist; more so than most of the civilization. With his father being Shistavanen and a traitor to the tribes, he was unaccepted and shunned by his own race. As an infant Primus was sold in to slavery to the Hutts. This is where the hatred began. Hatred for his father for his treachery. Hatred towards his own race for passing blame down to him for his father's misdeeds. Little is known, or remembered even, of his past before discovering being attuned to the Force. All that comes to mind is how much rage and hatred began brewing within.
In his youth years Primus met a bounty hunter named Mogif Shitan who befriended him because they both shared similar pasts of exile. Over the years, Primus began working secretively along side Mogif, as an escape from his servitude. One particular mission brought Primus to Ruusan where he witness another using a power unlike he had ever seen, capable of lifting a full grown adult off the ground and hurling them elsewhere. This is where he learned of the Force, and of the Dark Side. He took it upon himself to learn all that he could in order to kill his slave masters and free himself of a life he knew was not meant for him....he was meant for more....
(Sith characters only)
Rank/Level: 1
Class: Apprentice
Skills: Predatorial mindset. Enhanced speed, strength, healing, and sight due to being Shistavanen.
Force push/pull – 1
Force Scream – 1
Force Jump – 1
Force Lightning – 1
Force Defense – 1
Form I - 1
Form V – 1
(Warrior tree only) Form VII – 1
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Post by taciteoccultus on Apr 15, 2018 21:07:12 GMT -5
GM Approved
Name/Title: Tacite Occultus
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Anzat
Homeworld: Anzat
Occupation: to be determined
Height: 5 ft 6 in
Appearance: Human colored skin, long black hair, inviting green eyes, clean shaven, street clothes that match the environment he is in.
Weapons: currently none, uses his natural abilities to feed on the "soup"
Equipment: a ghost fire crystal that he was so obsessed with on sight he killed his father for it (does not know what it really is, just that it seems to speak to him)
Description of Abilities: an affinity to the force that has yet to be looked more into, his words are unknowingly laced with Force Persuasion
Personality: Charming, silently planning how to eat everyone he meets eventually. He does what needs to be done. Complete obsession with the crystal he killed his father for.
Biography: Though quite young for one of his species he has eaten several of his own people having started with his father when they found a ghost fire crystal (not knowing what it was just that it looked valuable). When people came to ask him if he knew what happened to his father he charmed them into thinking it was really a diplomat trying to make the Anzati look like monsters that kill their own for fun. Currently looking for work, and a satisfying meal. He has started to travel from world to world. Most recently he has seduced a Jedi Knight and killed her in the privacy of her chambers, for a meal.
Level/Stats (for new players): Lvl 0
Mind Trick (natural ability) - 1
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Post by darthkain7 on Apr 23, 2018 0:09:07 GMT -5
Zul'tar Skill Layout (Dreadwar Approved)
Rank/Level: Nightbrother (Apprentice 1)
Class: Warrior
Skills
Force Push/Pull - 1
Force Whirlwind - 1
Dathomirian Healing - 1
Force Jump - 1
Force Defense - 1
Force Choke - 1
Force Stasis - 1
Beast Control - 1
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Post by darthvoxyn on Apr 29, 2018 22:31:05 GMT -5
Name: Darth Voxyn Age: 25 Sex: Male Species: Hapan Homeworld: Hapes Occupation: Sith Apprentice, Commander of the Fire Rose Appearance: Hapan look just like humans. 5 foot 10, musculature more on the lean side. Golden hair just passed his shoulder blades in length. Eye color purple ( eyes for some reason will not turn sith yellow/orange) three claw mark scars going down the side of his face over his left eye. Wears black leather boots, black pants, a black scale pattern leather coat that comes down to his mid thigh that a sith alchemist enhanced to make it more resistant to blaster fire with a durasteel chainmail shirt underneath it and a simple black shirt underneath that. Always by his side is his pet Vornskr names Artemis. Weapons: A simple curved lightsaber, purple blade with a strange crystal he found on Ziost. The crystal doesn't make the saber more powerful than a regular lightsaber but it replaces the standard lightsaber him with a eerie howl of a blizzard wind and sounds of shattering ice and glass when its swung and collides with other sabers. A Dathomir energy bow taken off of a dead night sister and modified to be more energy efficient and replace the pink color of the plasma with a deep purple (He likes purple) Equipment: Nssiss Class Chiss Clawcraft, Lightsaber, Energy Bow, durasteel chainmail armor, sith alchemy enhanced leather coat, two thermal detonators, night vision/ thermal vision goggles because the Hapan are basically blind in the dark with worse night vision than standard humans, and a holo communicator. Abilities: Voxyn has focused his saber practice on Form 2 Makashi and Form V Djem So preferring to be well grounded, anchored to the ground during a fight rather than jumping and flinging himself all over the place like the practitioners of some of the other forms. From several sith holocrons he’s learned and become quite adept at force lighting and pyrokinesis also known as force fire which he uses to set prisoners on fire when he has no further use for them or when he feels like relaxing in his chambers simply lighting candles and force defense to protect himself from the force based attacks of the jedi or any sith that should decide to betray him. Force choke, Force push, and mind tricks have always come easy to Darth Voxyn Personality: while sharing in the ambition of all sith to acquire as much power as they can Voxyn and his sister Vitani are rather unique in that they recognise that their acquired power is meaningless if the empire should fall and have developed a sense of loyalty to the Empire and the Emperor. Among the sith they are the least likely to betray their peers and superiors for personal gain. Now that in mind it doesn't mean he is any less cruel than the next sith and takes great joy in killing and torturing his enemies as well as toying with his prey should he find that his opponent is of no serious threat to him. Outside of the battlefield he is rather articulate and and prefers to think before he acts rather than letting emotion cloud his judgment. Biography: Darth Voxyn was born on Hapes under the name Azrael along with his fraternal twin sister Anael, now called Darth Vitani. One day when they were 18 they were camping in the vast forests and mountains of Hapes they found a cave that a dark jedi had been using as shelter while he studied from tree old sith holocrons. The dark jedi, pathetic as he was however got crushed by a cave in years ago so when they found the caves what they found were three holocrons on the ground and a skeleton half buried in boulders. They had always been force sensitive but their parents had forced them to hid it so the jedi wouldn’t take them away but the holocrons called to them and they opened and learned from them. After they had learned everything they could from the three holocrons in the cave he and his sister stole a ship and began traveling the galaxy searching for more sith holocrons, they found and learned everything they could from two more on Yavin 4 before they were found and taken in by the sith who saw their potential. On his journeys he found an old Clone Wars Lucrehulk battlecruiser he renamed the Fire Rose which he took as his flash ship and reprogrammed the battle droids on the ship to serve him and on Myrkr he found and took in a Vornskr pup which grew fast and was totally loyal to him. LVL1 Apprentice Form 2-1 Form 5-1 Lightning-1 Pyrokinesis-1 Force Defence- 1 Force Choke- 1 Force Push- 1 Min Trick- 1  |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 1:47:43 GMT -5
 Name: Darth Insipid, originally Aden Kya, occasionally Darth Malthus Sex: Male, most of the time Age: Spirit is in its twenties, and hundreds, and neither. Essence transfer is a thing. Species: Human, always Homeworld: Which name? Occupation: Sith Lord, former Dark Lord of the Sith of the New Sith Order. Height: Variable, in original body less than 6ft Weight: Variable, in original body less than 11st Physical Attributes: Prefers a more supple form than not, and the longer he holds a body it will assume his features; turquoise eyes when not golden yellow, paler skin, his spirit makes the body his physical mental image over time. Clothing: Prefers a simple Sith robe upon a tunic, a holdout sleeve in both arms Description of Abilities: A charismatic man who is just as proud of his abilities to manipulate someone as he is to kill them, Insipid is a cipher, constantly consuming those he approaches - not in the literal Force drain sense, as he would not partake in self destruction - but by using people around him to for his own ends. More of his kills are those he caused the end of, not his actual hand in the death. An adequate lightsaber duelist, Insipid prefers to wield many abilities rather than master a few, considering that an esoteric strategy or weapon (such as a lightsaber), will win the day rather than a battle of wills. Short version? A liar. But a brilliant one. Weapons: Single primary silver bladed lightsaber, a single secondary Crimson modified lightsaber, and in one of his two underarm holsters a fletchette pistol. Bio: Darth Insipid was born a slave. Abandoned by his insane mother, his father a footnote in the struggle after the Battle of Endor. But he found a Sith bloodline willing to uplift him, and he happily discarded the foolish teenager who he despised so, in a galaxy he despised for casting him aside as he emerged from the womb. Everything was insipid, including he, and so he became Insipid. In the chaos of the aftermath of the Battle of Endor, he grew strong between competing legitimate and illegitimate Sith influences, many who saw him as just a pawn, but in every instance he carefully cultivated what each Dark Lord or Lady taught to entice him to their allegiance, furnishing each with the information to keep the two from ever becoming true allies. Made a Darth in barely a few months to appease his loyalties - in name but not in knowledge - Insipid found that he had a skill for deception, and managed to manipulate the reigning Dark Lord into allowing him to infiltrate other Sith cults, all of which he kept to himself the knowledge of the treasures they held, and with every cult annihilated by the Dark Lord he seized more secrets for himself, knowledge he would not share with the Order, and even though his initial Holocron collection was of lesser Sith, he eventually broke from Darth Krayt and stole his collection, only to dangle them in front of his former Dark Lord. Having no desire to plumb the depths of a single Holocron and master it, which took more time than Insipid was willing to dedicate to any one teacher, Insipid discarded them all, repeating the process of offering Holocrons to groups with Sith knowledge to entice them to revealing their secrets and destroying them. Until he found the Holocron of Darth Gorog. Night Herald of a Sith lineage older than any he had ever encountered, until he met Darth Dreadwar, Insipid kept that Holocron for himself and plumbed its depths, finding a true master at last. From its depths he plucked the skill of Essence Transfer, and the germ of Celestial Instinct, splitting his conscious, unconscious and subconscious, becoming completely impossible to anticipate as to his intent; a skill bequeathed to Darth Gorog to turn against the Celestials - because even Insipid did not know what he intended. (From its depths he could have plucked the secrets of the application of Celestial Instinct to his fighting technique, Shield of Doubt, and Old Wounding, but Insipid convincer himself that he knew all he needed to. Shield of Doubt he knew was concealed in the depths of Gorog, as Lomi Plo mastered it, but Insipid cared not for that skill). Returning to a Sith group with a strength to it that had allowed it to survive a civil war in the shadows of Moraband, he manipulated the reigning Dark Lady into expending her energies on reunifying the Order and then usurped her place, before discovering power was boring; the game, the infiltration, the manipulation, was much, much more fun. Having frittered away at his support and the Order itself, it was only a matter of time before Darth Insipid found a more enjoyable past time; joint rule with three Dark Lords, seizing upon the older tenants of the Rule of Three and attaching himself to all the millennia of the Sith. Dreadwar was the Emperor. A third would have to be found. However even this was fraught with peril. As we would see. "(Sith characters only) Rank/Level: Sith Lord Class: Arcanist Skills: Force push/pull – 4 Force jump – 4 Force Avalanche – 4 Force Lightning – 4 Force Defence - 4 Mind Trick – 1 Form I – 0 Form II – 4 FormIII – 4 Form IV – 0 Form V – 0 Form VI – 0 (Arcanist only) Dark Side Healing – 1 Essence Transfer – 10 |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 14:37:02 GMT -5
Name/Title: Darth Helinith Character theme music: Spotify search “Darth Helinith Old Sith Trials” Age: 171, but physically more like 29/30. Sex: F Species: Human Homeworld: Naboo Occupation: Sith/Assassin/Stalker Height: 5’3’’ Appearance: Short brown hair (in continual state of disarray) black jumpsuit, tabards over that, chest armour (think Vader, but no flashy lights box) over that, with cloak on top, black boots (may walk barefoot when at leisure). Belt carrying various bits and bobs. Her lightsabers and knives are strapped to her back. Practical gloves. When doing stuff requiring more practical outfits, she’ll forgo the ‘court’ cloak and tabards for a more practical wrap that coves her head and shoulders.   Weapons: lightsabers x2 (one red, one silver), small blaster pistol, daggers (up to 4, imperial issue) Equipment: smoke grenades, thermal detonators, climbing harness, infra-red and heat seeking goggles, emergency straw (titanium, resistant to rust and anti-bacterial properties), durable rope, two fruit pastels (slightly fluffy), data pad, crocodile clips, one fruit twist (still in wrapper), 5 packets of bubble-gum, hip flask, super serious rectangular rimmed glasses TM . Bio: Smaller than most Sith, but no less of a personality, Helinith brings everything most Sith aren’t (and didn’t ask for): glitter, streamers and a whole load of sugary snacks. If she’s not crawling about on the ceilings upside-down or sitting somewhere high up, she’ll be fiddling with her x1 advanced or napping: all four makes for a successful day in her book. She has pulled numerous pranks in her time and makes it her mission in life to make dower sith ‘lighten up’- sometimes interpreting this literally. Those who hold a grudge against her beware- her cheerful outlook and sunny disposition hide a ruthlessly trained killer with an impressive pedigree. Trained as one of Darth Vader’s personal set of assassins (often referred to as ‘daughters’) she was trapped in the Oubliette of Celeste Morne after seeking it out for her beloved master just before 3ABY and entered a long period of stasis, during which much of the galaxy she knew completely altered. In 137ABY the Casket was opened by Darth Insipid, following his research into the Muur Amulet. He took the dazed human back to the Acolytes of Darkness Temple and proceeded to train her as his apprentice. Now somewhat a veteran, Helinith has since seen a lot of shit in her time and this might explain her desire to mostly keep to herself and stay up high, out of the way. If she does keep company, it will usually be with her former master Lord Insipid (when he will allow it), who she both admires as an older brother and respects as a teacher. But any Sith who treats her as an equal, rather than scorning her playful ways, may earn her approval. It’s anyone’s guess why she hasn’t been hung, drawn and quartered before now. Some say Dreadwar keeps her around to keep him entertained. All we know is that she’s close to mastered the art of amusing the Emperor, whilst not quite reaching a disrespectful tone (yet). Force Jump - 4 Force Lightning - 4 Force Cloak - 4 Force Stealth - 4 Form III (Soresu) - 4 Form IV (Ataru) - 1 Force Push/Pull - 4 Force Avalanche - 4 |
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Darth Catalyst
Citizen
Dark Lord Immortalis & High Inquisitor
.: Chaos and Cunning
Handling the Hand
Posts: 248
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Post by Darth Catalyst on May 10, 2018 17:10:10 GMT -5
Lord Catalyst Skill Layout (Dreadwar Approved)
Rank/Level: Master 7
Class: Sith Stalker
Skills
Force push/pull – 4
Force choke – 3
Force jump – 3
Force Lightning – 1
Force Defense – 4
Mind Trick – 2
Form III – 3
Form V (Sith Shien)– 2
(Assassin tree only) Force Cloak – 3
(Stalker only) Force Stealth – 3
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 0:43:09 GMT -5
(Dreadwar Approved) Name/Title: Nannley Age: 17 Sex: Female Species: Cathar Homeworld: Cathar Height: 5’3 Weight: 130lbs Occupation/Sphere Specialty: Sith Acolyte Appearance: Pic Weapons: Single Bladed Lightsaber with a Purple Crystal. Ceremonial dagger she’s had since she was little. Equipment: Red and Black Combat Robes with a breastplate of armor Description of Abilities: LVL: Level 1 Warrior Skills: (LVL1 picks 8 skills including saber forms, force abilities etc.) - Force Push/Pull: 1 - Force Choke - Force Jump: 1 - Force Lightning - Force Defense - Mind Trick: 1 - Form I: 1 - Form II: 1 - Form III: - Form IV: 1 - Form V: 1 - Form VI: - (Warrior Tree Only) Form VII: 1 - Force Storm: Personality/Bio: Born on the planet Cathar to a warrior tribe who dwelled in some of the tallest and sturdiest trees in the savannah, Nannley grew up as the Elder’s daughter and the pride of her Clan. In absence of not having a brother she was often expected to handle the jobs a male should handle and in her early life she had no problem doing such. Learning to hunt Kiltik as almost all of the warriors did she killed her first one as part of a group when she was 7 and by the time she was 13 she had finally managed to kill one by herself using a combination of weapons and traps set ahead of time. As she excelled as a warrior for her Clan she began gaining a few fans her biggest one being her little sister Tira. Tira though only 2 years younger than Nannley was never trained and never suited to be a warrior and instead was gatherer of the few berries and nuts that grew in the savannah. Specializing in night time combat and prided with her hunting skills in the dark, Nannley became known to her clan and a few others as the Moonlit Demon. A few weeks before her 14th birthday, Nannley accompanied her sister out into the savannah at night as Tira was going to find some extra berries that she could keep just to herself for snacks. Going too far from their clans dwellings they would happen upon a ship that was landed on the surface and figure they go through it to see if they could find anything of use to them or the clan. Sneaking aboard the ship they found it empty and figured the crew wouldn’t be back for awhile so they had time to rummage through the place. Finding a few artifacts that she figured were probably trinkets, Nannley felt them call out to her and didn’t know how to react so she did her best to not feel their pull and to focus on finding any food or useful items. She had been deeply engaged in their scavenging that she hadn’t noticed that the owner of the ship had come back and grabbed Tira. In fact she hadn’t even noticed that until she heard the yelling and turned to see her sister being pulled away by a man with black robes on. Her vision being blurred by the artifacts trying to call out to her with a strong pull all she could make out was the sadistic grin on the man’s face and then the blade of his lightsaber being ignited. Watching in horror as her sister was stabbed through the chest, Nannley in a burst of anger called out on the force for the first time as she managed to push the man out the way so she could run. Being chased down by the man and having an encounter of insults, information, and being pitied, everything about Nannley’s life would change and she had a new goal in life. Immediately after this encounter she was taken from the planet and sent to a satellite minor academy where she was to train in the ways of the force. Though she didn’t understand it well at first she had come to learn the basics as she was a quick learner of saber combat often focusing on that more than her studies in force abilities. Her natural skills as a hunter made her have a knack for the offensive forms and strategies when dueling her opponents in the academy. Over the time she was there one teacher in particular took an interest in her and began to oversee her training personally making sure she was ready to face whatever would come for her in the galaxy. Being such a great student of his for almost three years she started realizing she needed to move up the schedule for her goals if she wanted to accomplish them anytime soon and she started to grow more aggressive in her training. When she came to the decision herself that she was ready she acquired her teacher’s purple bladed lightsaber before beginning to make her way to Korriban in hopes of accomplishing her goal.  |
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theron
Citizen
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Post by theron on Jun 4, 2018 20:17:06 GMT -5
Name:Darth Theron
Age:42
Sex:male
Species:Human
Occupation: Sith Lord
Height:6'3"
Weight:220
Physical Description: see pic
Clothing:thin armor suit, with head dress hood. A visor made of crystal shards for the visor of his hood.
Weapons:two light sablers, red crystals
Description of Abilities:
Personality:Collected, mythotical smooth, Patient, direct, out going in research
Bio:Scarred by his past and choices, Darth Theron Seeks to find true power of the force. Many have claimed to be the ultimate source of power but Theron had only found a handful that measure up to his standards.
He then went out to find knowledge of hat he believes to be the true source of power. He went on to search and collect scrolls to holocrons to written documents speaking of the force and all its wonders.
Born from nobility of the poltical faction of Corusant, THeron was privalaged to high education regiments. He also found himself in good standing withthe Jedi. Years later after becoming a true Master Jedi, he and his apprentice found thm selves trapped on Droman Kas and were subject to torture and pain beyond any human standar bounds. During his torment,he watched as the Sith systematically tore his student aprt in front of him to show no mercy or regret.They left him to live and suffer each day to begin what he would eventually become.
Darkness clouded his mind and open new doors for ideas and thoughts. He eventually escaped or perhaps they let him go for they have did they planned to do and set him free on the known galaxy.
Theron roams the galaxy looking for answers and new insights and true power of the force.
Class: Sorcerer
Force lighting: 1
Force pull/push: 1
Force jump: 1
Force Drain: 1
Form VI: 1
Mind trick: 1
Force defense:1
Force choke: 1
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Volcryn
Citizen
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Post by Volcryn on Jun 6, 2018 3:44:33 GMT -5
Name/Title: Ākādo Vraith AKA Darth Volcryn.
Age: 30.
Sex: Male
Species: Obscure Humanoid.
Homeworld: Progenitor’s homeworld unknown, grown on Lehon.
Occupation: Sith Assassin.
Height: 6’5.
Appearance: Unusually tall and slender for a humanoid, Volcryn has notably long limbs and is quite muscular, though somewhat more agile than strong. His face, concealed behind a mask, is pale and long, with red eyes, short sharp teeth and straight black hair tied up with a ring at the back.
Weapons:
1. Interlocking dual-sabers, typically kept interlocked to form a saberstaff.
2. A Gauntlet for each hand, both concealing monofilament wires.
3. Six regular dirk knives for throwing and extreme close quarters combat.
Equipment: Other than his weapons, he wears long flowing Sith robes over a combat bodysuit resembling a straitjacket with small tight chains, made from armorweave. He also wears a helmet with a mask covered by his hood, though these have no special features other than hiding his face.
Description of Abilities:
Level 1 Sith Apprentice.
Force Cloak. 1
Force Suppression*. 1
Teräs Käsi.
Soresu. 1
Niman. 1
Force Push/Pull. 1
Force Lightning. 1
Memory Walk**. 1
Tai Vordrax***. 1
*The ability to distort and dampen the target’s connection to the Force. Use of the Force while under it’s effects will be more difficult and often result in nausea.
**Establishing a telepathic link between user and target and forcing the target to relive memories, bringing about layers of shame. Often used for either interrogation or distraction during combat.
***Also called postcognition, the ability to sense imprints and traces left on objects or places through the Force, mostly used for tracking and investigation.
Personality: Volcryn is a reclusive nihilist, preferring to operate alone or in secret. He fully believes that life is meaningless if one doesn’t live according to one’s own desires, even if it has a purpose. He fights for the Empire because it gives him the ability to use his skills as he sees fit, with a purpose in mind. However, despite his passion for his work, he approaches it with a cold, calculating mindset. He is constantly playing mindgames with his opponents, using all his skills in combination with each other to keep his enemies off balance, configuring his style to fit the situation. An absolute master of evasion despite his tall frame, he prefers dexterity and agility over strength and is also an experienced master of reading and predicting the moves and strategies of his opponents, usually using tricks, subversions and subtle, but precise and lethal counters to dispatch his enemies, always going for killing or potentially incapacitating hits.
Biography: Ākādo Vraith is a clone grown from an unknown humanoid specimen found in the Unknown Regions by a group of Dark Jedi. His progenitor had a strong connection to the Force and the Dark Jedi wished to use that. The clone was therefore injected with a variety of chemicals and cybernetic implants to create a weapon for the Dark Jedi, with specialization in stealth, information and assassination, but capable of challenging even the strongest of Jedi. The experiments weren’t perfect however and the clone developed it’s own consciousness. It eventually retaliated against it’s creators, and this coinciding with a Jedi attack on the Dark Jedi hideout allowed the clone to escape. With a fully functioning mind and full access to information from his creators and their experiences, but no actual life experience, the clone roamed the galaxy aimlessly, until it was found by Lord Kain and introduced to the Sith Empire.
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Post by Darth Voidwalker on Jun 10, 2018 18:34:28 GMT -5
Character Summary: Name/Title: Srethros Age: 28 Sex: Male Species: Rattataki Homeworld: Rattatak Occupation: Rattakakian Gladiator Champion, Sith Master Height: 6’4 Appearance: Srethros was physically imposing: tall, muscular, and lean. He has the tradition chalk-white skin, grey eyes, and bald head of his race. He has dark marking and tattoos around his eyes and side of his head that run down along his face. Weapons: a single curved hilt lightsaber equipped with a purple crystal. This lightsaber was made from parts found and armor from the victims that had fallen to Srethros in the arena. Equipment: Srethros mainly wears simple clothings to cover his skin. Usually black garbs. Along with the occasional battle armor. Various rations and survival items secured to his person. Description of Abilities: Honed battle senses and nerves. Formidable in physical combat. Skilled hand-to-hand and melee combatant. Personality: Srethros was known for his savagery, brutality, and lack of relent or remorse to his opponents. Biography: Srethros was born and raised on the home world of his people, Rattatak. He belongs to the feared and ancient Rattatak Tribe, which the planet was named after. Rattataki means blood of Rattatak, so Srethros has great pride in his tribe. As a young man, he was seen as troubled and a trouble maker. Finally getting caught and thrown into the fighting arena where he’d fight for his life, the Force first started to manifest itself. Thinking of it as just pure instinct Srethros ignored it until the pull was to great to ignore. Finally learning on how to call upon this gift he never lost a fight and became known as the Grand Champion. The word quickly spread of Srethros unmatchable skills in the arena, another chieftain from the Zabrak clan sent his own fighter to do battle with Srethros. This chieftain had his own suspicions so the fighter he sent was one briefly trained in the ways of the Force. In the battle Srethros was being beaten into a pulp. Every move he made the Zabrak has a counter and was always one step ahead. The Zabrak stabbed Srethros in the shoulder with a dagger, as Srethros’ anger built up and boiled over he exploded in a frenzy of hatred. Blasting the Zabrak with a furry of dark side energy, Srethros gave into his hate and snapped the neck of his opponent. The shock of his recent abilities spread quickly amongst his tribe. Suddenly he was feared in the one place he called home. He wanted more. Eventually he left the planet of Rattatak as a stowaway, taking work across the galaxy as a Bounty Hunter and fighter. The more he fought the more his powers and blood lust developed. After hearing fables of the once Sith turned Bounty Hunter Asajj Ventress, and seeing holo recordings of her, Srethros set out to craft his own unique weapon. Styling much of the hilt after her own design, Srethros built his blade from scrape parts and pieces of armor he’d collected as trophies from his fallen victims. Eventually his blood lust struck crimson gold, as a Bounty Hunter he was dispatched to the planet of Korriban, where he was instructed to eliminate a high ranking Sith Lord. After making his way to Korriban, Srethros was captured and taken to the dungeon. It was there that he first met the mythical Sith Emperor, Darth Dreadwar. The Emperor must have sensed the potential in Srethros, as he gave him a choice, join them and train to become Sith or die. Srethros wasn’t the type to look for death, so he joined the Sith Order where he was trained over the years and eventually becoming a Sith Master. Level/Stats Level 6 (26) Push/Pull-3 Choke-3 Lightning-3 Defense-3 Avalanche-3 Pyrokinesis-3 Djem So-3 Soresu-2 Force Rage-3 Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 4:13:34 GMT -5
Name/Title: Darth Vua
Age: Well he’s a clone, so it’s not especially relevant, especially as stasis happened. Let’s say early thirties.
Sex: Male
Species: Vongformed human
Homeworld: Yuuzhan’tar
Occupation/Sphere Specialty: Sith Lord
Height: Shorter than average
Appearance: Slayers were muscular, dark-skinned males, short and stocky by Yuuzhan Vong standards — clad typically only in traditional waist-wraps and bearing insignia of caste and elevation appropriate to both priests and warriors. Their skin—the black color of dried Yuuzhan Vong blood—was in fact supple, fast-healing armor bonded to their bodies, and they were equipped with the spiked close-combat implants known as Steng's Talons, as well as new variants of the amphistaff and coufee.
Weapons: Amphistaff, coufee, and Steng’s Talons - shortened versions of the first two. Steng's Talons were a melee weapon used by the Yuuzhan Vong. Made from sgauru bones and covered with yorik coral, the talons were inserted into the body of a warrior who had proved himself in battle. They could be extended or contracted by a muscle movement. The placing of the talons was very dangerous, and few warriors actually survived the escalation. Those who did received even greater honor. The talons were included in the arsenal of a Slayer.
A lightsaber of One Sith design, save for a single lambent crystal.
Equipment: Only as above.
Flagship: None, but he has his own Slayer coralskipper, which is fairly aged but it’s hyperdrive remains healthy and its plasma launchers still deadly.
Description of Abilities: Atypical of a Sith, for Vua never truly engaged with his legacy as a Sith, but did engage with his Shaped legacy. As a biot himself, he has made it his mission to master the skill-set, and although he has never reached the heights of Darth Maladi.
Personality/Bio: From the personal holocron of Darth Vua, Sith apprentice
“The infidels compared me to Luke Skywalker — the lone fighter pilot against the vast weapon-world that symbolized the might of the enemy.
This time, the weapon-world was Zonama Sekot, with starfighters swarming like sparkbees above its vast verdant hemisphere, with lightning storms flickering across the forests in reply to the cannon fire in orbit. Instead of a pair of energy missiles, my fighter was infected with the infidels’ own Alpha Red spore, which had poisoned my cadre on Caluula.
I am not Luke Skywalker. I failed. Zonama Sekot conjured gravitic power to fling my fighter into deep space.
Because of my failure, my people lost their honor and accepted peez — subjection to the infidels. They have been allowed to live like tame tso’asu on the weapon-world, with my betrothed among them.
My punishment is different.
I am a captive of the One Sith — heretics and outcasts even among the infidels. They have given me the outward appearance of an infidel, and awakened Jeedai thoughts inside my head. They say this is my true self.
It is a lie, a trick to break me.
But I refuse to break.”
Darth Vua was a biologically engineered Slayer in Shimmra’s personal guard, who failed to escort Alpha Red to the surface of Zonama Sekot. Subsequently, he was picked up by the One Sith, but refused to allow them to train him. He was bequeathed a holocron to record his thoughts, and lamentations. The loss of his Dread Lord, his empire, and his betrothed. Darth Vua resisted the Sith for nearly a decade, until a Sith returned from an infiltration mission to the Jensaarai, at the orders of the sleeping Lord Krayt.
His name was Darth Insipid, and he came with the truth – that the prophesied twin battle was upon them. The battle between Jacen Solo and Jaina Solo – the final appeasement to Yun-Shuno and Yun-Harla. Vua listened; rapt, in disbelief – Insipid spilled more; that the prophecy of Tsavong Lah and Nom Anor had been the bequeathed unto them by Vergere, and so too had the creation of Yun-Ne’Shel from Tahiri Veila.
And that Vergere had been a Sith.
And that Jacen had became one, along with Tahiri Veila.
The prophecy was to birthed by the Sith.
Vua listened, converted in full. Insipid took upon Vua’s training, and periodically returned to continue his growth, presenting Vua with the Shaper knowledge he collected in-between stealing Sith Holocrons from the various cults he had been directed to join and pillage on behalf of Darth Krayt and returning them to Korriban. Insipid’s star rose within the Sith over the next few years, even after a failed expedition to Shadow, attached to the secrets Vua collected from the Vong knowledge he reassembled, even reaching the Eighth Cortex, the two pooling their efforts.
But Insipid spoke softly with caution. For these Sith did not seek to continue the True Way. Even as Darth Krayt claimed the title of Dread Lord, Insipid counselled that they hide, and wait. It was Insipid who revealed that Vua had been a creation of Vongspawn himself, even as Darth Krayt quietly entreated Vua to work on ways in which to reverse the Vong process for his own projects in private discussions that Vua was careful to keep to himself – conversations which increased in time when the Rakatan-clone project collapsed, for Krayt had no way in which to transfer his consciousness over from then.
Five years after he came to the One Sith, a commotion fell over the One Sith, and Lord Insipid returned to whisper more truths. Lord Krayt had awoken from stasis and was due to head off to Coruscant – more Sith had arisen from a world known as Kesh, and Krayt had gone to assist the hated jeedai in defeating this Lost Tribe.
Lord Insipid was right – these Sith did not seek to continue the True Way.
They fled, and Lord Insipid began to set up his own Sith Order; the Vapid Sith. Other Sith joined him, some willingly, and others less so, such as Darth Ardeur. Insipid kept Vua hidden from the others, for he, in Insipid’s own words, was his true successor. Vua scorned the man, but Insipid promised it was true. Through the True Way, they could assemble the True Gods anew within the Sith, and mastery over the Yuuzhan Vong was a step towards that – and Insipid would work to reunite him with his lost love.
His life elongated by the same processes which had created him, Vua did not age like Insipid, and so was not required to enter stasis as his benefactor was. Vua brought Insipid out of stasis circa 95 ABY, and he made his failed play to destroy the One Sith, and, as a gesture to Vua, Zonama Sekot - all in an attempt to return Vua’s love. Insipid managed this, but she saw Vua and was repulsed. She had became Shamed, and thus Extolled, and Vua in mastering his darkness and in becoming Darth Vua, truly, ended up killing her. Insipid could only see the parallels between the Yuuzhan Vong they compared to Luke Skywalker in attacking a ‘death star’ and failing; but also in Anakin Skywalker, in killing his love to save her. Vua swore fealty to Insipid forever more, when he had once been considering taking the title of Dread Lord for himself and igniting the Yuuzhan Vong War anew.
Insipid considered Vua a worthy successor, declaring a secret Rule of Two between them both, and Insipid returned to stasis in 100 ABY and unveiled the truth of Zonama Sekot to him, and only him. In awe of the truth, Vua dedicated himself to seizing back control of the Yuuzhan Vong-Sith legacy, focused on Rodia and the refugee population there, and by the time Insipid returned from stasis in 127 ABY, on the eve of the SIth-Imperial War, matters were well in hand. Insipid and his Vapid appeared in Krayt’s court and demanded a seat at the table, or their trove of Holocrons, stolen when Insipid, Vua, Ardeur, Idoneus, and the others fled, would be lost – Vua having told Insipid the secret of Krayt’s ill health. Judged too valuable for such a direct play, Insipid marched to Korriban and was promptly crushed; his Vapid Sith lasted another year, merely attempting to sabotage the One Sith and failing, or striking directly and the entire design collapsing, even with the assistance of ‘Vongerella’, now known as Maleficarum. The lost holocrons? All collected back by Krayt himself.
All was thought lost but Insipid survived thanks to essence transfer, and Vua remained in reserve as Insipid spent the next few years connecting the dots between the Yevetha, the massive population trapped on Relus, and the remnants of the Empire of the Hand which had darkened. Vua was tasked with bringing to heel the Yuuzhan Vong colonies deeper in the Unknown Regions, but warned from tracking down Sekot. Still he remained in the shadows, until Insipid returned from a final absence in the place of partner – a place which Vua had considered that he himself belonged to, for the Rule of Two was superseded. Darth Dreadwar had unveiled more truths to Insipid, and their plans had been rendered moot. He needed Vua to join the Sith Empire that now stretched from the Unknown Regions to Korriban, that sacked Coruscant and forced the Federation and hated Jedi to the edge of defeat, and they had to place everything on the table – now.
Displeased but loyal, and not privy to whatever Dreadwar had let Insipid know, Vua nonetheless dedicated himself to the Empire and found his knowledge greatly desired – Sith-Vongspawn and technology was popular, and Insipid himself had made the alternative weapons almost vogue among the Sith-Imperials. Whilst Insipid seemed to busy himself with forming a Triumvirate and his fancies, Vua focused on bettering himself, finally embracing what it was to be a Sith, pressing to complete his training once and for all.
Level: 5 (Sith Apprentice)
Class: Sith Warrior
Prestige Class: Sith Marauder
Force Push/Pull - 2
Force Choke - 1
Force Jump - 2
Force Defense - 3
Form VII (Juyo) - 3
Force Rage - 2
Force Plague - 2
(Force Plague was a more powerful version of Force Affliction. Plague worked like a fast-acting toxin, horribly debilitating its victims. The effects of Plague continued to worsen over time.)
Art of the Small - 1
(Art of the Small was a radical Force technique. By narrowing their focus, a Force user could essentially shrink their presence in the Force to a microscopic size. While in this state, the user could operate molecules in any way they wanted, turning them into something completely different. A novice in this technique, Vua uses it, like Onimi did only lesser, to manipulate his body chemistry and produce poisons in his saliva, blood, sweat, tears, teeth and fingernails.)
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darthramage
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Post by darthramage on Jun 16, 2018 1:13:07 GMT -5
Name/Title: Darth Havok (Eshkar Niin)
Age: 63 Sex: Male Species: Iktotchi Homeworld: Coruscant Occupation: Inquisitor Height: 5'11'' Appearance: Red/Black Sith Tattoos across his aged, yet muscular body. One of his horns was broken, and the stump has been ground flat and marked with runes. He wears a loose, hooded tunic similar in style to Darth Maul. Weapons: A single ornate lightsaber, the same from his time as an Imperial Knight. Its hilt is longer than most, and houses three crystals. It emits a powerful red blade. Equipment: The Sith has the standard equipment found in a utility belt, a small bacta patch that can be applied to localized injuries, as well as a comms device for planetary communication. Description of Abilities: As a former Imperial Knight, Master Eshkar Niin was more proficient in both skill with the lightsaber as well as telekinetic abilities than the average Jedi could ever hope to be. As a Sith, those powers were amplified yet again. Serving under Krayt's Sith order as Inquisitor Havok mastered lightning, illusion, as well as mental incursions, adding to his already potent precognitive abilities as a force sensitive Iktotchi. Personality/Bio: Darth Krayt was an old man, a veteran of galactic turmoil for most of his life. For the last several years he had been hiding, searching for secret knowledge that might allow him to prolong his own life. A student of the ancient Dark Jedi, Havok's interest was piqued when he stumbled on a reference to a "Black son of the Red God" in an ancient Masassi text. Unwilling to share the nature of his discovery with his companions, Darth Volcryn and Darth Theron, They set out together for Yavin 4. They smuggled themselves onto the moon hiding in one of the few civilian cargo freighters and set up a small encampment a dozen miles from the Jedi Praxeum. LVL: 6 Sith Master. Inquisitor Skills: (Ikototchi precognition allows the Sith to bathe in the dark side and fight as if he was a second faster than his opponent(s) limiting his ability to use other force abilities, but enhancing skill with the saber.) Battle Precognition: 3 Force Push/Pull: 2 Force Jump: 2 Force Avalanche: 2 Force Choke: 2 Force Lightning: 2 Force Illusion: 2 Force Defense: 2 Mind Probe: 1 Djem So: 2 Ataru: 2 Soresu: 2 Niman: 2 |
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Post by darthferos on Jul 12, 2018 19:11:35 GMT -5
Name: Taron Ka'Kol
Species: Hapan
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Hapes
Faction Affiliation: Jedi Padawan
Position: Seeker for council of first knowledge
Appearance (eyes, hair, etc): Grey eyes, shoulder length dreaded red-brown hair
Height/Build: 6'4”. Muscular, athletic build.
Extras -
Clothing: black electrotex flight suit under standard brown and tan jedi robes
Weapon(s): Emerald Green lightsaber and a Merr-Sonn Power 5 heavy Blaster Pistol
Ships/Transportation: well maintained “stealth x” x-wing fighter.
Skills – fast thinking. Quick on his feet. Knows how to negotiate. Flirtatious (yes, it’s a skill!) And very knowledgeable about all aspects of the Force.
Languages: Basic, Old Hapan, Twi'lek, some Huttese, and Ancient Sith due to his position.
Non-Force Strengths: good conversationalist. Decent at cards. Very physically and mentally strong.
Non-Force Weaknesses: cannot hold drink. Has a weakness for attractive women. Buts heads with authority.
Personality: tough and headstrong. Smart. Quick on his feet. Good fighter. Good negotiator. Strong in the force. Despises the dark side and the sith.
Bio (and pic, optional): born to a noble mother and Corellian military father on Hapes, taron’s attunement to the force didn't manifest as young as his brother's. That was the reason for the jedi taking his brother so young. Barely around 5. They came for him later. Through his training he had never seen his brother Toran in the temple, and the jedi had no record of him. After being knighted, taron asked to be assigned to the newly rededicated council of first knowledge, part to stop sith artifacts from falling into the wrong hands. Part to try to find his missing brother.
Level: 1
Class: Guardian
Force Affiliation: light side
Force Faction (if applicable): jedi
Lightsaber: emerald green, dual phase, bifuricating.
Lightsaber Style: soresu/Makashi blend
Skill Set
Force powers:
Force push – 1
Force jump – 1
Heal – 1
Mind trick – 1
Battle meld – 1
Force defense – 1
Makashi – 1
Soresu - 1
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Post by darthferos on Jul 12, 2018 19:28:54 GMT -5
Name/Title:Darth Feros
Nicknames/Aliases: None
Age: Appears around 25
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Race: Hapan by Blood
Homeworld: Hapes
Occupation: Sith Lord
Faction Affiliation: Sith
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 205 Lbs
Physical Description: Tall, Lean, And almost purely muscle. Shoulder length red hair, usually pulled back in a tight tail. Durasteel Grey eyes, a deep scar running along his right cheek from the edge of his eye to the corner of his mouth.
Clothing: Feros wears functional clothing. Loose fitting pants tucked into almost knee high boots. A tight shirt under an Over Tunic with a utilitarian leather belt. All black. A long black cloak occasionally covers him to hide his identity and stave off the cold.
Weapons: A single curved hilted Lightsaber dangles from a D Ring at his belt, the metal smoothed over from heavy use. The Blade is a deep Blood Crimson, and the handle is adorned with a sleeve hollowed from a Rancor Tooth.
Equipment: Standard equipment worn in a utility belt.
Vehicles: an Ancient Bes'Uliik star fighter, Skorn
Languages:Galactic Basic, Old Hapan, Sith (All Variants), Mando'a, and Old Galactic Standard.
Combat Abilities: Physically imposing, and adept in the use of Dun Möch, Feros is a master of all forms of lightsaber combat, but prefers a blend of Makashi and Shien/Djem So, to outclass and overpower his opponents. His force lightning is formidable, as well as his basic force Telekinesis.
Other Strengths: Has learned the Art of Shatter point, and, when in the mood, has a way with words and is very intellectual.
Flaws: Like most Hapans, he is proud to a fault, and relies heavily on his personal honor.
Personality: Usually stern, cynical, and sarcastic. Has a dark sense of humor. He's also quite sadistic, enjoying the pain he causes others. He is cold and calculating when in combat. But despite all this, he can be quite charming if the occasion calls for it.
Interests: All forms of combat and the history of the Ancient Sith, particularly the Valley of the Dark Lords
Biography: Feros was born on Hapes, to a family that was once royalty, but had since fallen from Grace. He was given up at a young age to a man who visited and told his parents he was a Jedi, and that their son was very attuned to the Force. The man lied, as he was actually a Sith, and taught Feros the ways of the Dark Side. When Feros had learned all he could from his master, he killed him, deciding he was no longer of any use. Since then, his quest for knowledge and power have led him to sweep the Galaxy in search of knowledge. He found Maladi instead.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 19:13:12 GMT -5
Name/Title:
Darth Vesper, Lady Massarah, Dark Lady of the Sith, Former Queen of Darkness and Shadow Former:
Erisi Ziaen-Iceay, Grandmaster of the Guardians of Light and the Grey Jedi. Age:
30 standard years (Born roughly 6BBY), Erisi, powerful in the ways of light and dark, created a Dark Point hiding herself and her son behind the stain of darkness, freezing her in time around 28 standard years until reawakened in 154ABY. (Roughly 13 years of age when Luke Skywalker discovered her fleeing from her home). Essentially, she would be approximately 160 standard years. Sex:
Female Species:
Corellian Homeworld:
Corellia Occupation:
Former Dark Lady of the Sith, Queen of Darkness and Shadow. Sith Master. Height:
5’5” Appearance:
Gentile and agile in stature, Vesper stands at 1.7 meters. Her skin paled in comparison to most. Dark locks are held intricately in minimal stately design. Holding herself with an air of grace her attire matches that of her regality. Her lips drip with crimson color, khol adorning the silhouettes of her once warm brandy orbs, now steeled, spiraling deep with the passion and lust of one that craves the Darkness. A small scar is etched above her lips, from her time as a former Queen, when a beast attacked her, another graces her left arm, just below her shoulder, a sign that she still lives from her first fall. An ornate Sith marking ordains her spine, one that bears much heat in times of anger and passion a gift from the Former Dark Lord. Weapons:
Erisi wields dual lightsabers, a dark amethyst blade the hilt polished silver with ornate etchings. Vesper's LightsaberThe second, a curved hilt, polished silver and black scaled metal, the blade crimson. Vesper's CurvedDuring her time with the Sith she abandons the first saber and carries the lightsaber bestowed to her during her first rising in its place. Dark Crimson leathered hilt with delicate golden designs adorning the darker sections. The blade, crimson. Vesper's Sith Lightsaber Equipment:
Vesper carries few items on her person besides a com, credits, and the various likes, however she is in the position of several items befitting of her former station, as well as items she has acquired over the many years of being a Sith. These items were hidden before her descent into the Shadows. Vesper is the owner of a Sith Meditation Sphere, Phantom’s Damnation. Description of Abilities:
Force Abilities: Gifted in Force Illusions, Vesper during her first fall to Darkness, the Sith broke her physically, mentally, emotionally. Torturing her to near death the Sith stripped her down to nothing and crushed her very soul. It was during her breaking she was assigned a Mind-Witch overseer who taught her how to probe the minds of other beings and their desires. These potent mental abilities allowed Erisi to create a psychic link with the prisoners she would take in which she could paint elaborate illusory environments which were highly desirable to the individual. Erisi would leech mental life energies to replenish her own. This Force strength prepared her for her role to seduce the Jedi into her chambers where she would bring them to a slow, passionate and painful end. Vesper is a Master of the Force. Dun Möch - Going hand in hand with her mental strength and powers, Vesper is very proficient in Dun Möch
General Abilities: Skilled in the ways of Light and Dark, she is considered a Master of the Force. Formerly Grandmaster of the Jedi, as well as the Former Dark Lady, Queen of Darkness and Shadow. Language Abilities: Speaks broken yet successfully fluent Echani. Fluent in GSL (Galactic Sign Language), Old Corellian, and Ancient Sith to name a few. Erisi is gifted in Xenolinguistics. Personality:
Some would call her rigid, cold, vicious, many words there are to describe such a woman. Yet she prefers, regal, passionate, and steadfast. The air and grandeur that would be expected from a former Queen of the Sith graces her like the finest cloth one could buy in the galaxy, yet with the might and strength of the strongest armour. Sharp tongued and witty, she drips seduction from her crimson lips, like the poison from a Kodashi Viper. She is a force to be reckoned with, like the raging winds on Kamino. Darkness fills her far within the depths of her very being. Bio:
Vesper holds quite the history among the Jedi and Sith alike. The history of the great lady can be found within the holocrons of history. Vesper, formerly a great Dark Lady, a Queen of the Sith, the right hand to a Great Dark Lord, ruled at his side. Reigning with an iron fist, as the Dark Lord called it, the New Sith Order flourished under their reign of passion. Yet all was not to last forever, whilst Vesper was on an away mission off planet, the Dark Lord changed his ever-alluring tune, scorning her, the Dark Lord banished her from the Sith Order. Broken and betrayed Vesper returned to the Jedi. It was in this time she bore a son, Kaden Jace, forged in the dark lusts of passion. He was the very son of darkness itself. Hearing intel that the Dark Lord’s Order was crumbling around his feet, Vesper knew that any knowledge of a son would enrage the Dark Lord into a galaxy wide search for his heir. In an attempt to protect Kaden from the same fate she had come to know she hid her family behind a Dark Point, suspending them in time. Knowing that one day Kaden would rise and defeat his Father. Vesper knew full well that any rumors of the Dark Lord being lost to the Force was bantha foder, she knew him too well to believe that. He was alive, somewhere within the galaxy and she would not wait for him to rise from the ashes. Vesper began her time suspension at 30 standard years, her children followed in later years. Yet, only to rise again, when the time came. It was by chance that the Dark Point failed, earlier than she had hoped, upon her waking Vesper realized it was her son, Kaden who had awoken them. Strong in the ways of the Force, much like his father, the pull to the Darkside was strong. Weakened and drained from their time of solitude Vesper caved when her son heeded the calling of the Dark. Unable to tether to the light, she felt herself slip, farther and farther into Shadow. Yet again she would be known as Darth Vesper, she would guide her son to glory, dedicating her life to the Sith once more, she would help the Sith rise once again to glory. However, she bid her time well. The time has finally come… Rank/Level: Master 7 Class: Sith Sorcerer Prestige: Sith Inquisitor Skills
-Force Push/Pull – 3 -Force Defense – 4 -Mind Trick – 4 -(Sorcerer Tree) Force Drain - 3 -(Inquisitor only) Probe Mind - 4 -Form II - 3 -Pyrokinesis* - 2 Pyro-Beast Trick* - 2 Beast-Sutta Chwituskak (Bolt of Hatred Spell)* - 3 Bolt of Hatred is an ancient Sith spell, exceptional among ancient Sith magic for its versatility and relative ease of use in combat. Unlike conventional Force powers, yet like other Sith spells, Bolt of Hatred requires preparation and recitation; in RP terms, the sorcerer must begin to prepare and mentally recite the spell at least one post before they use it, through focusing their rage on their enemy. The spell only works on enemies within the caster's line of sight. After the spell is prepared, it is unleashed through drawing one's left hand from the left side of one's chest to in front of the center of one's chest, then drawing one's right hand from the right side of the chest to below their left hand, then wheeling one's hands in a semi-circular motion until they are parallel. The sorcerer incants, passionately, loudly, precisely and without hesitation, in the ancient Sith tongue, "Sutta Chwituskak!" An unstable, blazing sphere of energy forms between their hands. The sorcerer then releases or throws the sphere by splaying both of their hands outward towards the target, palms forward, and the sphere streaks into a spear-like bolt of energy. At Vesper's level of proficiency, if the bolt impacts a target, they are instantly killed unless they have a sufficient defense score. Even if they do, anyone struck by the bolt automatically loses 1 Point from their stats, as a result of absorbing the toxic hatred. The spell must be cast properly. Any failure to follow these steps will result in the spell turning against the caster. |
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Post by darthkain7 on Jul 22, 2018 3:08:47 GMT -5
CHARACTER SHEETCharacter Picture:  Character Theme: Character SummaryName: Lylia Stor'mo Age: 31 Sex: Female Species: Omwati Occupation: Smuggler Height: 5'0" Weight: 110 lb. Physical Description: As scrawny as any other female member of her species, with pale blue skin and red feathers on her head, combed downwards. She appears very youthful with an equally elven and birdlike appearance, exotic and yet still able to maintain a look similar to that of near-humans. Clothing: Usually wears a vest with a low-cut shirt beneath, denim pants, a holster on her hip. Refuses to wear hats or helmets of any kind. Weapons: DL-44 Blaster, illegally modified. Sonic Screamers. Description of Abilities: Light on her feet and incredibly intelligent, Lylia is more likely to plan an ambush on her foes than rush in head-on. Her ability to retain information is fascinating, and so her love for literature has made her quite the walking library. She can be clever in conversation and action both. There is also an almost perceivable aura of luck about her, which has helped her win every game of Paazak and Sabaac she's ever played. She is also very quick on the draw with her blaster, though her aim could use a bit of work. Personality: Lylia comes off as arrogant and loud, believing that she can do anything she sets her mind to regardless of the circumstances. She always has to be the center of attention when in a room, and when she isn't, she will usually try her best to steal the spotlight. But in truth, she is extremely self-conscious, only seeking attention and approval from others because she did not find any in her childhood. It would take a lot to break through her character, however. Biography: Raised from starship to starship, Lylia’s parents served in the Republic navy. She was never able to stay and make friends, because within the next month her family would be on the move again. She rarely saw her father, and while her mother was around more often, she was still equally as neglected as she was by her father. Her parents were so busy that Lylia believed they didn't want her around, that she was just a nuisance to them. So she fled, stealing a Republic fighter at the age of sixteen and making a hyperspace jump to anywhere but there. She landed on Tatooine, where she found herself in the middle of a slaver raid. Alongside a nine-year-old boy and two Rodian children, Lylia was taken as a slave. She soon found herself among dozens of slaves at the slavers’s main camp. Lylia worked hard for the few months she was a slave, avoiding the gaze of the slavers as she went to prevent any unwanted advances. However, she was comparatively quickly bought out of the slave life by one known as Kubjo the Hutt. She had no idea why he bought her above the others. Perhaps she was just lucky. Though in time she would become one of his best smugglers, and one of the best gamblers in the Outer Rim. A sense of luck seemed to follow her wherever she went, making her drops go off without a hitch, and giving her the best hands in any game of Sabaac. Her pay under Kubjo has kept her around for over a decade in his service, and she is particularly loyal to him
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