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Post by darthkain7 on Jun 12, 2019 1:05:06 GMT -5
Arachnae Character Theme
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Name/Title: Darth Arachnae Age: Unknown/Centuries Old Sex: Female Species: Near-Human (Master Fay's Species) Homeworld: Unknown Occupation: Queen of Kessel Height: 5'10" (1.78 m) Appearance: With pale skin and long, jet-black hair that covers her pointed ears, Arachnae appears to only be a particularly beautiful human woman in her twenties. Her strikingly green eyes give away a certain hunger that one only sees in the eyes of a predator fixating on its prey. Weapons: None Equipment: None Description of Abilities: Relying entirely on her Force Abilities in combat, Arachnae is rather frail in her base form. However, her focus on the dark side of the Force has made her a powerful foe for any that raise up arms against her. Personality: Having spent centuries among the energy spiders underneath the surface of Kessel, Arachnae has developed a predatory personality, seeing other sentients as lesser and only good to feed to her spiders more often than not. She respects power, however, and will show this respect so long as that power is never used to harm her "children." Biography: Not much is known about this powerful Sith sorceress, though what has been brought to light has only been done recently. This is due to her dominating the planet of Kessel within the last decade, mentally controlling the workers and corporations on its surface, as well as the energy spiders beneath its surface. She often lures the less-than-useful workers down into the mines to be fed upon, as well as hunting down the native bogeys underneath the surface. She certainly does not have ties to the One Sith, nor Dreadwar's Eternal Empire. Who is she? Why has she taken control of Kessel? How? Rank/Level: Underlord/Level 9 Class: Sith Inquisitor Skills
Mind Trick - 5 *Metamorphosis - 5 Beast Control - 5 Force Push/Pull - 3 Force Choke - 3 Force Jump - 3 Force Lightning - 3 Force Defense - 3 Probe Mind - 2 Force Drain - 2 Force Plague - 2 Force Stasis - 2 Odojinya - 2
*Metamorphosis is an ability used to allow the user to physically shift their shape, rather than simply creating an illusion. More powerful masters of the ability can regain their sanity during longer bouts of usage, as well as manipulating their shape faster and easier. |
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Saurus
Citizen
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Post by Saurus on Jun 15, 2019 3:51:49 GMT -5
  Music ThemeCharacter SummaryName: Saurus (later given nickname: Sineater) (Birth name: Nicolus) Age: 23 Sex: Male Species: Human Occupation: Sage Height: 5’8’’ (175cm) Weight: 165lb (75kg) Physical Description: [Average physique but extremely weak body, left-handed, pale greyish skin with visible cyanosed vains, rather round, scarred face, shaved hair and deathly gaze of deep, white and mostly blind eyes] “- Take them off… all of them, I need to dress this wound.
She heard him take off his robes behind her back, and after a moment, squeal and sough of detached respirator which rushed a shivers down her spine. Room filled with noise of his slow and heavy breathing. She bit her lip and turned around with confidence, but wasn’t ready for such a view. She used all her focus to keep a composure.
His body was pale, almost grey in color and somewhat translucent. She could count all his cyanosed vains popping through the skin if she wanted.
- It doesn’t look so bad you know?
- What? – She heard barely whispered response
- The wound. You should be fine in no time.
Even though she promised herself long ago to never do this again, she couldn’t hold back. – Only a short glimpse, only one… - it wasn’t even a split of a second, but the feeling of dread came instantly… she saw them. His eyes. White like a snow but deep like an ice. She knew he was basically blind, but something was telling her he can see better than she does... much better.
- Well, I’ve done what I could. Now, try to rest for a while. You look really pale. – She forced on her face the best smile she could.”Clothing: [Black robes, power armor with built-in exoskeleton and custom respirator with energizing filters – necessary to support and sustain weakened body. Does not offer any significant advantage in combat, on the contrary, severe damage may be fatal or disabling. “…The only thing he could hear was his own heavy breath filtered by complex mechanisms of his respirator. A very specific smell of inhaled air made him sick and every exhalation shook his body with wave of pain…” “…The blows were pulling his black robes as if the wind itself tried to tear them apart in it’s hateful struggle. The dark, twisted sky behind him meld with his appearance, making him as blurred as the world he’d seen. Only a gentle sound of little bells adorning his robes, dying in a shriek of rain and roar of wind, just barely let know about his presence. Or maybe it was just him, finally fading away…” Weapons: [Pike lightsaber, also used as supporting staff]  Description of Abilities: [Innate Force Sight and Shatterpoint abilities, after being self-developed over 8 years of exile, they can be used as an advantage in some situations. Lack of proper training and his condition, however, makes them unable to be well utilized in combat, at least no to the same extent as out of it, as it is too taxing and exhausting in his current state.] Extreme sensitivity to the Force allowed Saurus to imbue all of his senses with It, especially eyesight. As an infant he wouldn’t even notice that, but after partial loss, at the age of 5, and almost complete loss of eyesight at the age of 10, it became much more obvious that there is something very unusual about him. In his early teens, he could control eyesight stimulation well enough to see almost as well as healthy person. Later in his life, Saurus, gained much better control over Force Sight and discovered possibility to sometimes see Shatterpoints and somewhat manipulate them his advantage, although he found that very difficult and requiring a lot of focus. Due to lack of knowledge he tend to call both of these abilities as “Eyes of the Force”. “Force leads me! It lead me here!
- You are not the only one kid, it leads me too! But now, why won’t you go play somewhere else?
- No, you don’t understand mister! It really does! I can see it’s lines, strings, they show me where to go!
- Hey, Skrillak, leave the kid alone. He’s clearly mental. Just look at his eyes.
- Oh, you’re right friend, he’s blind. The kid is blind, hahaha!
- You know what’s better Skrillak? Poor boy is blind! And mental! Hahahaha!”
Saurus’s oversensitivity to the Force brought him, however, more trouble than benefit. He lost his eyesight almost completely and his body became weak and fragile and effectively dying much faster. He can function somewhat normally only thanks to his power exo-armor and respirator which runs inhaled air through a special set of filters which saturates it with stimulants which in turn energize his organism. Therefore, due to very limited endurance and mobility, his lightsaber combat skills and abilities focus mainly on defense and he can not really rely on them as they exhaust him quickly. Moreover prolonged, extensive and exhausting usage of Force, despite his exceptional connection to It, causes his body to collapse and each collapse damages his body even more bringing him closer and closer to death. He named it “Curse of the Force”. “- I thought I have lost everything before, but I had You, and now… now even You betray me? I thought You lead me, I thought I was Your harbinger, I have done what I was supposed to and yet still You’ve taken my eyes! You’ve taken my breath, my body… how much will You take off of me!? Why!? Why have You cursed me!? FORCE! WHY!?...”Bio: Nicolus was born in 133ABY on the planted of Vandor as the only child of Force sensitive couple, Hayshe and Sulmust. There is no official record about their affiliation. His “uncle”, Kored, told him they left when he was only 3 years old so most of his memories about them slowly died out. Little did he know that Kored wasn’t even his true uncle, but a good friend of his parents. He couldn’t dare to hurt young boy even more, therefore he accepted that titre for his well being. Even though Kared never had kids of his own, he tried and done his best in raising Nicolus, whose life only continued to spiral downward. At the age of 5 he began to show signs of eyesight deterioration, Kared tried to help him the best he could, but without credits and means of transportation it was virtually impossible to do anything significant. Poverty on Vandor was common sight, even wealthiest of dwellers would be considered poor by outsiders. Knowing that, Kored did not waste time. He taught Nicolus every basic necessity, like writing, reading, counting, required to have any kind of existence worthy naming “life”. At the age of 10, Nicolus experienced his first collapse and almost complete lost of sight in succession. At one moment he was working in a greenhouse, at the other lying on the floor and fighting for his life. Kored managed to carry him to the local doctor who barely saved him. No one knew what wrong and it was clear that he might not survive next one. That day Kored swore to himself never to never let Nicolus out of your sight again. Another collaps did not come again, nevertheless Kored lived his life in constant fear and stress watching young boy and yet, thanks to that, he noticed something unusual. Even though he knew that Nicolus was blind, the boy sometimes acted as if he was able to see, what, after so many years, caused Kored to question his mind. At the age of 15 Nicolus witnessed and stopped his uncle’s suicide attempt. Kored’s weathered mind, tired of stress, fear and doubt finally gave in. Nicolus knew it was time to leave, he was too much o a burden for his uncle, moreover there were things about him even he himself couldn’t understand, not to mention the old man. He was ready to get answers, if only he knew back then, that he will find only more questions. … “As Nicolus stepped on board of a merchant corvette, he left everything behind. His past, his planet, his bonds… and now it was time to leave his name. From now on he will be known as “Saurus” - Name as bitter and sour as his life. He shed last glimpse on a snowy landscape and turned away, never to come back.””- That boy… is he your son?
- No, his parents were good friends of mine. One day they came to me and said that past have come to reclaim the debt, that their son does not belong to it and that they will probably never return…
- They just abandoned the kid and left?
- So it would seem. But I feel there was more to it, much more. I knew them for a very long time and never heard a bad thing about them. Sometimes they did act a little strange, mysterious…
- How?”
- I mean... one time I overheared that his mother, Hayshe, was a witch or something like that…
- A witch? Where did you hear such a silly thing?
- In a cantine, someone said she could levitate objects and heal fatal wounds with bare hands… maybe I was a little drunk, maybe not…
- Heh, that’s what I thought. You should really restrain.”... “- Hey, Nicolus! We are friends, remember? You can tell me.” – Liara said rising her index finger to her lips to show surrounding kids to stay quiet.
- So… I can’t see that well to play with You, but there is something else I do see that others don’t!
- Yes, yes, what is that?” – You could feel excitement in Liaras voice.
- It’s… eeee… it’s some kind of lines or strings, they are all around me and everything” – some kids held their breaths – “They gather around others, animals too and even some things and they create all those shapes… and..”
- Yes? – Liara’s voice was trembling and her face was all red.
- And I think one’s around You are really beautiful.” – Suddenly Liara and all the kids around exploded in laughter, Nicolus felt a strange, sharp pain in his chest and the strings twisted and turned red.”... “- You look very pale Nicolus… are you sure about that?
- I have to go, uncle. You’ve done enough and this is beyond You, and currently me.
- I know… I know, but… .
- There is no other way.
- I know… go! Be safe! And may that powers of yours be with you, my boy.
- It is, uncle. Always.”Rank/Level: Sith Apprentice/1 Class: Sorcerer Skills:Force Push/Pull – 1 Force Plague (Force Slow) – 1 Force Telekinesis – 1 Force Lightning – 1 Force Defense – 1 Force Sight – 1 Shatterpoint – 1 Form III – 1 |
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J.D. Johnson (Sacarious)
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Post by J.D. Johnson (Sacarious) on Jun 17, 2019 19:13:10 GMT -5
Name/Title: Sacarious Ithil Ulca Age: 500 yrs Sex: Male Species: Dúr Edhil Homeworld: Nura'Sarn Occupation: Mercenary Rank: Apprentice Class: Warrior House: Pending House Cruor – Lady Invadator Height: 6' Weight: 220 lbs Physical description: Muscular toned ash colored body with rough worn skin. Scars permeate his war torn battle hardened skin, decorating his body. He has a timeless rugged face, silver white long hair with a few small elaborate braids leading back to a larger braid that goes down to the lower back. Eyes that emit a florescent green from the air rich minerals on his planet with a charismatic devilish grin. Has four small elaborate hoop piercings in each ear. Black tribal tattoos go from the center of his chest to the edge of his jawline that travel around the back of his neck and a separate larger tattoo on his left shoulder covering part of the left edge of the chest. Clothing: Weapons: Two sharp single blade lightsabers with red crystals, Fuine & Yar'Namma and a Damascus style Kusarigama vibroblade called Lúg'Nél. Equipment: Four thermal detonators, 3 days emergency rations, two athme and a full armor set Description of Abilities: Combat augmentation, using the force to boost his natural combat effectiveness. Force presence, illusory psychological tactics. Personality: Hyper aggressive in combat, stoic outside of combat. Unrelenting and dedicated to the cause of his choosing. Force push/pull – 1 Force choke – 1 Force jump – 1 ![]() Force Avalanche – 1 Force Defense – 1 Mind Trick – 1 Form IV – 1 Form VI – 1 |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Jun 23, 2019 12:59:33 GMT -5
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Post by volkkroker on Jun 27, 2019 2:50:28 GMT -5
Name/Title: Volk Kroker (formerly Sheridan Darkstalker) Occupation: Technician (Formerly), Pilot (formerly) Age: 22 Class: Sorcerer Sex: Male Height: 6' Weight: 225 lbs Species: Umbaran Homeworld: Umbara (outcast) Appearance: Stark pale skin. Muscular build. White eyes with small irises. Bald but white hair if grown out. Typically wears flight helmet to filter out bright light or heavy goggles. Eyes extremely sensitive to flashes of light. Face covered in scars from crash landing. (Essentially Riddick, but as a pale repair man)  Personality: Quick thinker, highly creative, generally calm and collected, ingenious and always cautious. Possesses a high degree of charm due to his species nature. <Apparel> Casual: Old leather Jacket, Padded pants (for mobility), among casual clothing for everyday use. Black lace up boots. Work: Jumpsuit <Weapons> Dual Power 5 blasters for self defense. Red lightsaber (found) <gear> Umbarian flight helmet: with neural cross technical assistance, and differing visor modes. Brought with him upon his escape from Umbara. Tool kit: A gift from the hunter, repair’s just about anything Skinning kit: Parting gift from the Hunter’s wife <Talents> Force Telekinesis: an ability that came very naturally to the young Umbaran who often used it for his tools and other tasks. Force Lightning: A little trick he uses to jump start things. Heightened dexterity: his physical dexterity is also higher than normal, as he would also do repair tasks unassisted by tech. Mechanical/Technical Inclination: As a former technician, and mechanic, for high level technology. Pilot: Can fly and maneuver various ships. Scrapper: Able to build functional items from scrapped items. Inventor: Often dreams up different inventions Dancer’s Grace: When he would be in his shop, he’d move to music. Years of this has lead to second nature. Light Weapons Training: Small blasters are Volk’s best friend (before his saber) History: Born into a lower caste of Umbara, young Sheridan Darkstalker (Volk) lived a fairly comfortable life, his family kept him well fed, his siblings all enjoyed the time they spent together. At the age of 8 Volk discovered his sensitivity to the force, but thought very little of it's meaning. As grew he learned to levitate objects, often using it to bring out of reach items to himself.As the years passed he found a slight love for repairing and flying and worked his way into a repair station at 15. Years later, his brother would attempt to overthrow a member of a higher caste, which failed. Fleeing for his life, Volk took a ship and fled the distant planet, taking a few hits along the way out and getting sucked into a temporary wormhole..... The Wormhole spat him out in a direct path of Naboo and he, without stabilizers was forced to divert all power to the shielded cockpit of his fighter, which came crashing down onto the surface of the planet. Volk braced for impact before the entirety of his memory of the crash goes dark. Two weeks later, he came awake with a start and a gasp lying in a bed and a fairly sized room, Well kept and smelled as if it hadn't been used for a while. Volk sat up slowly, aches and pains in his body showing themselves to be ever so present. His clothes weren't his either, someone had taken the time to dress him in loose fitting night wear, as he let his vision focus and clear he looked about the room, spotting his helmet, Jumpsuit, and boots a little way from the bed near a dresser. Volk sighed and stood onto his feet, convincing his legs to hold him up for now. Moving the helmet aside, although it looked as if it was cleaned up and small repairs made on its surface, and the visor had been replaced as well. He then picked up his jumpsuit. Being the only things he owned now, Volk was more appreciative of it, as he slipped into his jumpsuit, and laced up his boots. He stepped out of the room into a short hallway that led to a large room. “We thought you'd never wake up.” The voice from behind him, gave him a bit of a startle, as he turned to see a woman, marked by a tattoo on her face, covered in a bloodied apron. She gave him a smile as she passed by heading into a kitchen, where lay a brown rhino-like creature, Volk had never seen before. She began working on it as he heard a voice down the hallway call him. “Hey kid come here for a second,” Volk hobbled down the hallway into a garage, where his ship lay in pieces, and a rather burly man was wiping his hands, “Two weeks, i've been messing with this thing and I can't figure out your tech, some amazing stuff he...” “NO no no!” Volk cut him off rushing towards the ship, prying off a panel, reaching in, Yanking out a transmitter from the ship and smashing it onto the floor. “An...Emitter, could have led them here....” He said in the awkward silence of the moment. The old hunter simply shook his head, “Come on then, it's about time for some lunch.” --- (Ist Canon) In the Months after his crash on Naboo, Sheridan Darkstalker had heard of a few openings to work on a star ship crew as a freelance tech for the growing Sith Empire. When he went to apply, he knew he could not apply as his real name. So he made up a Pseudonym. Combining two differing dead languages, he took on a moniker that he would use from then on; Volk Kroker. After of course proving he could perform up to the Empire’s standard, Volk awaited deployment on to the vessel he would call home for a while. He fiddled idly with his tool pouch as he watched speeders and ships fly about the various places. Volk had grown restless during his recovery time. Working on only the few ships and speeders that the old farmer would have backlogged in his shop. But Volk’s mind was always occupied when he wasn’t working, distracted by his thoughts of revenge. By his logic, a job on a traveling ship, or military vessel would suit the Umbaran well to keep his mind distracted and that’s why he applied to work on one, anyone would do. as long as they throw him in a dark corner and leave him to tinker, he’d be content, But he had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case for the Empire. he held on to his Holo-communicator, waiting for his assignment. Volk was spending an early morning roaming around the scrap yard near the Old Hunter’s shop. Salvaging a hyperspace control module from an old Naboo Yacht, coverings for his eyes were simple goggles with a heavy black filter. He was bald at the moment deep red scars covered his face from the crash. He worked meticulously in his favorite jumpsuit attempting to pry the console from the ship that was probably older than he was. "Budge….you….damn…." With a clang the console popped off landing in a loud jarring crash, throwing Volk off balance. He tumbled into the floor of the ship with a groan, his wounds screaming at him. After a few moments Volk sat up, observing the mess he'd created. The console was trashed, but not unsalvageable. But behind it was a safe Inaccessible by normal means and bolted into the ship's frame. Perhaps there was a hidden crawlspace under the ship, but that didn't matter. Volk reached into his kit and wrapped his fingers around the cutter. "What secrets do you hold?" Volk asked his prize before he began to cut into the back of the safe. Inside the safe was a couple of Blasters and a Lightsaber without a notable unique design. But to Volk, this was the first time he had seen such a weapon up close. The elegant weapon of the Jedi and Sith. Volk's thumb was drawn to push the button to ignite the blade like a child would. The blade ignited making his heart jump, bathing him and the cockpit in a bright red glow. His eyes grew wide with awe. Powers: Telekinesis:1 Mind Trick/Illusion: 1 (Umbaran influence) Deadly Sight: 1 (untrained, emergency only) Force Lighting: 1 Force Choke: 1 Force Jump: 1 Combustion: 1 Form I: 1 |
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Post by cliojayne on Jun 28, 2019 14:23:10 GMT -5
*Updated Lvl up to 2 CS*
Name: Trinaya Dur (aka Trin)
Age: 17
Sex: Female
Species: Zabrak
Occupation: Previously a socialite/debutante, now a Sith acolyte
Height:5'7"/1.7m
Weight: 130 lbs/58kg
Physical Description: Pale with dark blue eyes, hair, and facial tattoos. Has typical Zabrak horns which she occasionally decorates with different gem inlaid precious metal covers. Fairly lean, but with a solid layer of muscle built up from years of training with different armsmasters.
Clothing: While she will occasionally get fancy and wear dresses or longer robes, Trin has mostly traded her socialite gear for more sleek and utilitarian (if still expensive) clothes as an acolyte. Her preferred outfit is a blousey gypsy top with pauldrons, bracers, and corset to keep it from becoming an invonvenience; loose and flowy pants of the same material as her shirt, and knee high leather boots made more for being useful than fashionable. She also trades out different "fashion pieces" in the form of jewelry and other accessories. These various accessories are usually more than they seem.
Weapons: A lightfoil with the handguard of the foil she learned to fence with. She generally has some form of knuckle protection on her hands or disguised as part of her clothes. On a belt with her lightfoil she has a beautiful decorative fan with a razor blade edge called a shukusen or ladies fan. *picture* She is also proficient with bladed pole arms, specifically preferring the glaive. Trin did bring some with her to Korriban, but rarely carries any of them.
Equipment: Telkine Mitrhil bracers and graves- gifts from her father upon leaving home. Intricate hair/clothing pieces that are actually various daggers and lock picks as well as a piece of super strong and super fine wire for breaking bonds. Also a ring that belonged to Trin's mother with a smooth opal set among small citrine stones that she believes has some kind of power but is really at most a focus stone.
Description of Abilities: Trin has been trained in a variety of hand to hand combat forms by the most expensive trainors Iridonia has to offer as a potentially kidnappable socialite and has many tricks up her sleeve- sometimes literally-
She possesses the ability to navigate court politics, but rarely the desire. Has various other rich girl skills- music, dancing, etc.
Personality: A basic spoiled rich girl. Trin has never wanted materially for anything. She generally pouts her way out of trouble or into getting whatever she wants. This overlay of superficiliaty hides an indomitable will and a very healthy dose of ambition. While Trin is not actively socio/psycho-pathic, she definitely leans towards a more sadistic view of treating others. She is, however, still very bound by her Zabrak upbringing and holds her honor in high regard.
Bio: Born to one of the wealthiest families on Iridonia, Trin and her older sister were always given the best of anything they wanted. While they were slightly spoiled, their mother was a kind and calming influence on them both. Their father, however, embodied the steretypical Zabrak man. Wild, free, and occasionally overly violent to those who crossed him, Lukor Dur still loved his family fiercely. One day Trin's mother and sister were kidnapped and held for ransom. Against both his honor and the advice of his peers Lukor paid above and beyond to get his family back. Even though he had gone through the steps exactly as outlined his wife and eldest daugther were killed. This led him to a great period of grief followed by more than a little paranoia in regards to the safety of his remaining daughter Trinaya. After getting her the best martial arts trainers and weaponsmasters, he proceeded to have her trained in a variety of ways to escape imporisonment. Lukor still felt that Trin wasn't safe enough, though. Trinaya, a great reader, convinced him with some of the books from their family library that she would be safest as a Sith Knight. Unwilling to send his daugther to Korriban and away from what he viewed as the safety of his own presence, Lukor found a man who claimed to be able to trian his daughter in the ways of the force. Luckily, Trin was actually force sensitive and able to learn a few things from the man. She quickly found out that this teacher was a failed acolyte who had fled from Korriban and she quickly overtook him in both learning and power. Once she was sure that she had gotten all that she could from the old man, Trin exposed him as a fraud to her father and told him that to finish her training she would have to go to the Sith Temple and become an acolyte. Against his better judgement Lukor eventually gave in and Trinaya left Iridonia to find her destiny on Korriban.
Along her journey the young acolyte has found a deep blizzard inside of herself. From this blizzard of the force she draws strength.
Rank/Level: Sith Acolyte Lv2
Class: Warrior
Skills
Force push/pull –1
Force jump –1
Force Avalanche – 1
Force Defense – 1
Mind Trick – 1
Form I –1
Form II – 1
Cryokinesis- 1
Force Barrier- 1
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Neltharyon
Citizen
No, little fool. Power is POWER.
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Post by Neltharyon on Jun 28, 2019 21:34:28 GMT -5
DARKSIDE APPROVED ~Character Sheet Template~  Character Summary: Name/Title: Lord Manticore Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Zabrak Homeworld: (presumably) Dathomir Occupation: Sith Marauder Height: 6’2” Weight: 185 lbs Physical Description: Very athletic and muscular build. Blood red skin color, raven hair tied in a long black braid. Fiery irises, like burning embers, a Mythical Manticore tattoo covers his torso and back. He has lightsaber burns covering his arms and shoulders. Clothing: Loose fitting sith combat gear, with armor mesh. Black hooded cloak, black boots and gloves. Weapons: Detachable, double-bladed lightsaber with unassuming hilts, save for a manticore sigil. ( they become two weapons for dual wielding purposes ), the blades are a vermillion color. The Force, Hate and Anger. Teras Kasi and Echani martial Arts. Equipment: Lightsaber staff. Sith Communicator. Sith Infiltrator. Bacta tank. IG 100 sparring droids. DRK-1 Probe droids. Description of Abilities: Lord Manticore is an ingenious combatant, who has keen awareness of combat zones and all its ranges. Though an inherently feral combatant, he also moves seamlessly between attack and defense, feints and counter-attacks, as though he was reading the entire encounter. He is comfortable at all ranges of engagement and is quick to adapt to any surprises - then counters them. His ability to combine Force powers with martial skills into impressive attack strings and combinations have garnered him much prestige. He is a proponent of the Great Sith Lord Tulak Hord to a near obsessive degree. His greatest ambition is to learn the Sith Lord’s secrets. Personality: Lord Manticore is a combat tactician with a cunning and calculating mind. He is always assessing threat levels, measuring force power, combat ability, ever devising multiple ways and approaches on how to best any situation. His actions and words are all calculated to a desired end. He is by design an intimidator, a characteristic that he uses like a tool in his great arsenal. Biography: Lord Manticore was groomed from a very young age to be a vessel for dark power as well as a Sith hopeful. His former Master was believed to be an exiled Sith or Dark Sider who sought to regain favour with the Sith with the grooming of 'the boy'. His too often cruel training at the hands of his overly zealous dark master created a warrior with exceptional combat skills and a cunning mind, akin to the predatory creatures of myth, and equally heartless, if not more. After unsurprisingly killing his cruel and sadistic Master in an act of pure hate, Lord Manticore took all that was rightfully his, and in his quest for power, he sought the Sith, and his destiny. He found them eventually, and proved himself in their Trials. By dint of his anger and the darkside, he has risen through the sith ranks, and was even taken as a Sith Apprentice. Now, a Sith Master in his own right, he is ready for greater challenges. Rank/Level: Level 8 Sith Master Class: Sith Marauder Skills: Class Skills: Juyo: 3 Force Rage: 3 Core Skills: Force push/ pull: 3 Force Jump: 3 Force Avalanche: 3 Force Defense: 4 Mind Trick: 2 Ataru: 3 Djem So: 3 Niman: 3 ********************** |
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Post by Harry Price on Jul 22, 2019 9:47:26 GMT -5
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Post by volacius on Aug 19, 2019 22:45:16 GMT -5
=Updated Character Sheet, Level 2=Name/Title: Acolyte Volacius (formerly Camion Ishar) Theme Music: Star Trek Enterprise: Mirror Title Theme by Dennis McCarthy Age: 22 (OST) Sex: Male Species: Mirialan Homeworld: Ossus Occupation: lvl 2 Warrior; Lightsaber Combat focus Height: 5'11 Weight: 174 lbs Appearance: Well built, black hair, rigid features, strong jaw line, wears Sith robes and armourweave plates. Weapons: Single-bladed Lightsaber, crimson crystal; Lightsaber Shoto, crimson crystal. Equipment: Grappling hook, stun grenades, holocommunicator, emergency wristblaster (mounted to gauntlet). Flagship: N/A Description of Abilities: -Natural prowess in Lightsaber combat and Force Lighting, however does not possess much knowledge of sorcery or some of the more advanced and straining Force abilities -May possess the capacity for Battle Meditation, though full potential is not yet known -Quick thinker; able to analyze opponents quickly, but arrogance sometimes causes him to overlook details -Knowledgeable of galactic history Personality: He is generally agreeable, at the very least. While not the most talkative, the remnants of his Jedi heritage make him capable of some level of diplomacy. Volacius sometimes uses this to his own advantage to trick those foolish enough into trusting him, as well as to keep control of his temper and appease his superiors. However, more often than not Volacius comes across as a silent brute; his build is intimidating, and he is often very blunt and to-the-point. He can sometimes be impatient, but is usually able to stop short of recklessness. He harbors extreme hatred for the Jedi and wants to fight them at every turn. He greatly enjoys Lightsaber combat and offensive Force powers, though isn't always fond of the hardships of training. Biography: Camion was born in a Jedi family at the start of the Sith-Imperial War. During the Massacre of Ossus, he was one of the fortunate younglings to escape, though his parents were killed in the fighting. Having lost his parents very early in his life, he garnered a deep hatred for the One Sith who had taken them, but also a resentment for the Jedi who had failed to anticipate the attack and let his parents and many of his friends perish. After several years on the run with his de-facto Master, he showed promise in the area of Lightsaber combat, using his hatred to fuel his ambition. His master became worried that Camion was giving in to the Dark side, and his worries were justified. Even after the death of Darth Krayt and the defeat of the One Sith, Camion’s feelings of hatred and anger were not quenched. Many of the One Sith’s members had escaped capture, leaving Camion feeling cheated. Soon after, he was assigned along with his Master and a team of Jedi to investigate the ruins of Vjun and ensure there was no One Sith presence there. The team was quickly ambushed upon arrival, and Camion was separated from the rest of the Jedi. He spent months surviving on his own, and completely gave in to the Dark side during this time. When he finally faced the One Sith who had ambushed the Jedi before, he was able to outwit and outmaneuver them. He escaped Vjun using a stolen Sith shuttle, killing one of them in the process. Camion spent years on his own as a mercenary for hire, and often finding himself employed by less-than-reputable organizations and individuals for equally unruly tasks. This saw him encounter the Jedi as enemies, and strengthened his resentment of them into full-blown hatred. With the rebirth as it were of the Sith under Emperor Dreadwar, and the revitalization of the most ancient and forgotten Sith traditions, Camion eagerly clamored to their side for the chance to strike back at the Jedi, his allies and friends no longer. At the academy on Korriban, Camion chose to take up a new name for himself: Volacius. Skills: Force push/pull – lvl 1 Force choke – lvl 1 Force Lightning – lvl 1 Force Jump – lvl 1 Force Avalanche – lvl 1 Form II – lvl 1 Form V – lvl 1 Form VII – lvl 1 Jar’Kai – lvl 1 Battle Precognition – lvl 1 darthkain7 ,
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Post by taciteoccultus on Sept 25, 2019 11:37:32 GMT -5
(GM approved)  Name: Ianos (pronounced: Ee-on-os) Age: Unknown Sex: Male Species: Diathim Homeworld: Millus Prime Occupation: Sith Height: 6'5" Appearance: Alluring, dressed in a full suit and tie, beautiful wings seen when unfurled Weapons: a red lightsaber Equipment: N/A Description of Abilities: Racial trait: Hypnotic Personality: Mischievous, Charismatic, Curious, and Vengeful Biography: Ianos had always been a curious individual. One day in his travels amongst the stars he came across a man, at least it seemed like a man, who offered to teach him mystical abilities in exchange of letting him stay in his home while he did so. Ianos agreed and once they entered his hidden home the training began. What seemed like two decades passed before this stranger finished training Ianos who had learned how to use the Force, and built himself a lightsaber in this time. Ianos begged the man to stay but, with his ever present smile, the man claimed it was time for him to move on to his next adventure. That chaos waits for no man. Ianos thanked the stranger again for everything and wished him well. Once he left, Ianos decided to take his words to heart and began to travel again. Level/Stats (for new players): 1 Class: Sorcerer Skills: Mind Trick - 1 Illusions - 1 Force Drain - 1 Force Defense - 1 Form II - 1 Pyrokinesis - 1 Cryokinesis - 1 Force Lightning - 1 |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Nov 9, 2019 15:45:42 GMT -5
Approved by Lord Kain  Name/Title: Sav Karme Age: 27 Sex: M Species: Human Homeworld: Fondor Occupation: Warrior Height: 6’1" Appearance: trim and tone, physically very aggressive, long black hair Weapons: double-bladed lightsaber staff. Red crystal Equipment: Medipac, kolto gel, comm-link, Scroll of the Three Caves Description of Abilities: Studying as an Apprentice and following the ways of a Sith warrior, Sav is also an explorer, wandering and seeking out fonts of power and artifacts for his personal gain. Skilled in martial and personal combat, Sav is agile, forceful, and fast preferring to engage his foes quickly and end encounters with quick devastating strikes before they are able to counter. As a warrior Sav is adept with utilizing weapons of many kinds but prefers the ruthless nature of a staff in combat. He understands strategy and tactics and is a skill pilot. Personality: Sav has been molded by his times, those of a more wild and ruthless period, in which the number of Sith were far depleted. With followers often wandering masterless or uninstructed in formal matters. Hence his hyper deceptive and ruthless demeanor. Biography: Trained in the way of the Sith Warrior during a time when knowledge was scattered and sparse. While Sav is a formidable warrior in both the physical and mental capacity, he understands the value of knowledge and seeking it out, relying on his skill to help him survive. Force Skills: (Level 3 (12-points) Bolt of Hatred -2 Force Scream -2 Force Push/Pull -2 Force Defense -2 Force Jump -2 FORM VII - 2 |
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Post by darthkain7 on Nov 25, 2019 12:52:29 GMT -5
Darth Quetzu
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The long-awaited villain that reigns over the abandoned, sinister Sith Temple, which lies in the shadow of the Grand Sith Temple of Darth Dreadwar. Name/Title: Darth Quetzu the Deathless Age: Unknown (born sometime after the Hundred Year Darkness) Sex: Male Species: Pureblood Sith (at birth) Homeworld: Korriban Occupation: Fallen Sith King Height: 6'4" Appearance: Often found possessing the bodies of others, none remember what Darth Quetzu looked like as a child or young man. Where once he boasted the superior genetics of the Sith, featuring crimson skin and their iconic face tendrils, he now resides in the husk of a man he was forced to transfer into after his previous body, that of a Twi'lek Jedi, was destroyed. He has long, scraggly hair that resembles corn husks, and sunken, dark skin. A layer of ancient Sith armor lies underneath the thick cloak he wears, and a golden crown rests upon his head. Weapon(s): A Great Scythe, enchanted to resist lightsaber strikes on the hilt and blade Equipment: None Description of Abilities: Darth Quetzu is, arguably, the second-most powerful Sith Sorcerer on Korriban. He can raise the dead, craft convincing illusions, transfer his essence into the bodies of others, and create unfathomable destruction. These abilities are currently not at their strongest, as the body he currently resides in is not a positively strong conduit of Force energy. But with the right body, Quetzu may prove to be a threat even to the Infinite Emperor Dreadwar. Personality: Darth Quetzu was once an ambitious young man looking to rise through the ranks of the Sith by any means necessary. He was ruthless, unforgiving, and a beacon of rage for any to look to as an example of what a Sith should be. However, as he grew older and the other members of the Sith began to turn on Darth Andeddu, he grew more patient, eventually finding love. This patience became indifference as the years went on, until he became reliant on transferring his essence in order to survive. This drove him to madness and cruelty. And while time has settled Quetzu's bloodlust, his desire to survive knows no bounds. Biography: Darth Quetzu was born a Sith Pureblood on Korriban. As such, he had access to the best teachers, and was treated as a god among the rodents that were all other races. This confidence bestowed upon him by his parents and superiors translated to an absolute desire to rise through the ranks of the Sith, and his prowess in the Dark Side gave him the tools to accomplish just that. As a young man, he witnessed the powerful and wise Darth Andeddu take his place as ruler of the Sith, driving Quetzu to push even further up the ladder. That is, until an embarrassing defeat at the hands of a fellow Sith led him to realize the threat that ascending the ranks possessed. Humbled, Quetzu soon found love in a fellow Sith by the name of Riv'ela. The two grew quite attached to one another, and both used their love for each other as the fuel for the fire that was their search for immortality. This quest drew the ire of Darth Andeddu, who threatened the two lesser Sith, hoping to dissuade their pursuit so that his own means of immortality would remain untouched. Tragedy soon began to loom over the couple's head, for the happiness that came with the news of Riv'ela's pregnancy turned to ash in their mouths. Their son, born seemingly healthy and brimming with potential, died two weeks later. Quetzu, already buried in grief, was quickly drowned in a sea of further heartache when he found the love of his life… lifeless. Believing her to have taken her own life, Quetzu had nothing left but his ambition, and his quest for everlasting life. That is, until he realized that the latter could also be the key to returning his love and his son to life. With nothing left to lose, Quetzu organized his fellow Sith to steal the secrets of Darth Andeddu, and to destroy the cruel Sith Lord whom, Quetzu believed, was responsible for the death of his son. Andeddu escaped with most of his knowledge, leaving the Sith of Korriban to fend for themselves. But Quetzu had found what he believed he needed. He found the knowledge to bring the dead to life, binding their spirits to their body and slowing their decay all the while. He tweaked the spell, and then performed it on his son, hoping to bring his boy back to life, to give him true life. His son was back but… malformed. As Darth Quetzu quickly took control of the Sith, he had servants care for the child as he further tweaked the spell, hoping to bring his lover back from the death. However, unlike his son, the spell possessed no effect. Her spirit had simply… vanished. However, that was not all he had found. He had learned the ability of transferring one's spirit to another body; he had discovered the key to immortality. The first time was difficult, but decadent. Addicting. This only grew with each hundred or so years he would transfer, slowly driving Quetzu mad with an insatiable desire to outlast the galaxy. He began to experiment with sorcery and technology over the millennia, eventually turning all who followed him into undead soldiers that would follow his every order. His only desire now is to survive, to exist. He fears death far more than most, and is willing to do whatever it takes to outpace the scythe of the Grim Reaper, even if it takes battling with his own. The rise of Darth Dreadwar has driven Darth Quetzu paranoid, believing that Dreadwar will soon set his sights on the ancient Sith Lord and destroy him. While Quetzu has the knowledge to contend with Dreadwar, his current body is not meant to be a powerful conduit of Force energy. A new body - one of a powerful, young Sith acolyte perhaps - would be all he would need to contend with, and possibly even destroy, his only rival. STATS SHEET Rank/Level: Underlord/Level 9 Class: Sith Inquisitor Essence Transfer - 10 Reanimate Dead - 5 Probe Mind - 5 Force Illusion - 4 Force Drain - 4 Force Lightning - 4 Force Push/Pull - 3 Force Choke - 3 Dark Aura - 1 Bolt of Hatred - 1 Attachments:
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