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TommyGun15
Teh Scawyest Wulf
Name: Ini Ma'at
Age: 82
Race: Arkaian
As an Arkanian, Ma'at has naturally white hair and eyes. Though to a casual observer he appears blind, he can actually see colors in both the visible, and infrared spectrums of light. He often exploits his apparent blindness to catch people off-guard.
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Personality:
Ini Ma'at is a generally peaceful individual, who enjoys nothing better than peace and quiet. He is was a fairly curious individual in his youth, and though soe of that has died down in his old age, he still enjoys studying and collecting new and interesting things. Ma'at has been around the galaxy a time or two in his days, and though he is getting on in the years, he still knows his way around a fight. That being said, he is often on to pursue diplomacy before resorting to combat. Ma'at was never particularly skilled with the force, only ever mastering combat related abilities like enhanced perception and reflexes, increased running and jumping capabilities, and the ever popular force lift, pull, and push abilities. However, what he lacks in variety he makes up for in ability. Years of only using a handful of force powers have made him especially adept at the ones he has, far beyond the abilities of force-users with a wider variety of skills.
Backstory:
Ini Ma'at is a retired Jedi who spends his days in a cave on planet Hoth, conducting experiments on the effects of heat and cold on various chemicals, and the researching the properties of the minerals and wildlife native to the arctic planet. He also collects junk to tinker with, admittedly to limited success. After leaving the Order, Ma'at decided he would no longer concern himself in the affairs of the Jedi and the Sith unless it was by his own choice. In truth, though he hopes to live out his final days in peace, a part of him wants to experience one last great adventure before his death.
Appearance:
Typically wears this, but his clothing may change to suit the environment.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/57a8ca3788502_maat.jpg.d7c16d987695b0b07ffef0e80cd4acb1.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="128667" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/57a8ca3788502_maat.jpg.d7c16d987695b0b07ffef0e80cd4acb1.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Additional Notes:
Ini Ma'at practices the Qichani-style of lightsaber combat, which uses a combination of long, wide, fluid strikes at long range for fighting multiple foes, and quick, hard strikes while his weapons, combined with Echani martial arts to combat single opponents, or foes in tight spaces.
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His weapon is a Qinata-style lightsaber, which consists of two parts, a standard lightsaber, and a long staff wrapped in cortosis-fibers, which conduct blaster and lightsaber energy in such a way as to make it suitable for blocking strikes and deflecting blaster shots. The lightsaber connects to the end of the staff, and together they form a pole-arm capable of attacks at long range.
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The actual saber portion of Ma'at's weapon is a triple-phase saber. It contains three different crystals, and as such has an unusually long handle in order to store these crystals. The crystals are as follows.
(I'm gonna admit, most of this stuff was just what I was able to pull together after wandering the Wookiepedia for an hour or so. My existing Star Wars knowledge consists of the movies, the LEGO games, and KOTOR 1 and 2. If I screw up any lore, please don't kill me.)
Age: 82
Race: Arkaian
As an Arkanian, Ma'at has naturally white hair and eyes. Though to a casual observer he appears blind, he can actually see colors in both the visible, and infrared spectrums of light. He often exploits his apparent blindness to catch people off-guard.
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Personality:
Ini Ma'at is a generally peaceful individual, who enjoys nothing better than peace and quiet. He is was a fairly curious individual in his youth, and though soe of that has died down in his old age, he still enjoys studying and collecting new and interesting things. Ma'at has been around the galaxy a time or two in his days, and though he is getting on in the years, he still knows his way around a fight. That being said, he is often on to pursue diplomacy before resorting to combat. Ma'at was never particularly skilled with the force, only ever mastering combat related abilities like enhanced perception and reflexes, increased running and jumping capabilities, and the ever popular force lift, pull, and push abilities. However, what he lacks in variety he makes up for in ability. Years of only using a handful of force powers have made him especially adept at the ones he has, far beyond the abilities of force-users with a wider variety of skills.
Backstory:
Ini Ma'at is a retired Jedi who spends his days in a cave on planet Hoth, conducting experiments on the effects of heat and cold on various chemicals, and the researching the properties of the minerals and wildlife native to the arctic planet. He also collects junk to tinker with, admittedly to limited success. After leaving the Order, Ma'at decided he would no longer concern himself in the affairs of the Jedi and the Sith unless it was by his own choice. In truth, though he hopes to live out his final days in peace, a part of him wants to experience one last great adventure before his death.
Appearance:
Typically wears this, but his clothing may change to suit the environment.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/57a8ca3788502_maat.jpg.d7c16d987695b0b07ffef0e80cd4acb1.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="128667" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/57a8ca3788502_maat.jpg.d7c16d987695b0b07ffef0e80cd4acb1.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Additional Notes:
Ini Ma'at practices the Qichani-style of lightsaber combat, which uses a combination of long, wide, fluid strikes at long range for fighting multiple foes, and quick, hard strikes while his weapons, combined with Echani martial arts to combat single opponents, or foes in tight spaces.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/Qichani.jpg.86032710d7e9e41e8ca621488d6f5678.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="128674" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/Qichani.jpg.86032710d7e9e41e8ca621488d6f5678.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
His weapon is a Qinata-style lightsaber, which consists of two parts, a standard lightsaber, and a long staff wrapped in cortosis-fibers, which conduct blaster and lightsaber energy in such a way as to make it suitable for blocking strikes and deflecting blaster shots. The lightsaber connects to the end of the staff, and together they form a pole-arm capable of attacks at long range.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/Qinata.jpg.2305fa83b2199e34f1d490ae1025e253.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="128673" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_05/Qinata.jpg.2305fa83b2199e34f1d490ae1025e253.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
The actual saber portion of Ma'at's weapon is a triple-phase saber. It contains three different crystals, and as such has an unusually long handle in order to store these crystals. The crystals are as follows.
- A Pontite crystal as the primary. Pontites are some of the rarest crystals on Ilum. Rather than giving off heat, they burn cold, and emit a calming aura that focuses the wielder, and cool tempers in foes. The Pontite found in Ma'at's lightsaber is blue, with a silver core.
- A Damind crystal, allowing one to alter the size of the blade at will. With this stone, the lightsaber's blade is capable of extending to up to double it's base length
- An Umbalitha stone, which produces a secondary blade in the infrared spectrum of light. This blade is very difficult to counter with the naked eye, making it very difficult to defend against without the use of special equipment. Those that are skilled enough in the force however are able to sense this blade and counter it.
(I'm gonna admit, most of this stuff was just what I was able to pull together after wandering the Wookiepedia for an hour or so. My existing Star Wars knowledge consists of the movies, the LEGO games, and KOTOR 1 and 2. If I screw up any lore, please don't kill me.)
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Grim Wraithe Stjerna
The Víkíngr, reaver of the sea, hunter of Pirates.
Name: Delrick Kæřŕįm
Age: 32
Race: Human
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Age: 32
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shadowstrikr25
Glavenus Slayer
Character Name: Zerek
Aliases: Din, Zeta, the Renegade, "Greatest Thief in the Galaxy"
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Force User: Yes
Light Side/Dark Side: Renegade/Gray
Personality: Zerek is cocky, hot-blooded, and egocentric. As a thief, renegade, and runaway, he knows how to avoid saying anything he doesn't want to. If he wants to smooth talk, he lays on the honeyed words to try and secure allies.
Languages Spoken: Galactic BASIC, Huttese
Backstory: Zerek was born and abandoned on the criminal world of Nar Shaddaa. Ever since he could remember, he was fending for himself, for the most part, until he was 8, when he was picked up by a scout of the Jedi Order. As it turns out, Zerek was Force sensitive, using his abilities unconsciously to hide and flee. His years training with the Order were unremarkable, for the most part. He butted heads with his master often, leading to a rather cold relationship between the two. This fractured relationship caused him to flee from the Order entirely, stealing on of their Defender class ships in his escape. Currently wandering the Galaxy, Zerek has fallen back on his old criminal ways, becoming the self-proclaimed "Greatest Thief in the Galaxy." He has gathered a small group of contacts that give him info when he doesn't find it himself, as well as fences to sell any of his stolen goods on the black market. His current target is unknown, as he is looking for a challenge to his abilities.
Appearance: Zerek stands at 5'10" with slick black hair, a lean body, and googles. He is often seen wearing a black bandanna around his neck, a brown longcoat with tons of pockets, cargo pants, gloves, and sturdy boots.
Allies: Most of his allies are located on Nar Shaddaa. His most notable are his partner in crime, a Twi'lek woman with the street name "Fey", his primary fence, a Chiss man named Priz'apeak, and his main source of intel, a cyborg woman named Lindlea. He also has a few allies on other worlds, but most of them are on crime worlds that are effectively lawless.
Aliases: Din, Zeta, the Renegade, "Greatest Thief in the Galaxy"
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Force User: Yes
Light Side/Dark Side: Renegade/Gray
Personality: Zerek is cocky, hot-blooded, and egocentric. As a thief, renegade, and runaway, he knows how to avoid saying anything he doesn't want to. If he wants to smooth talk, he lays on the honeyed words to try and secure allies.
Languages Spoken: Galactic BASIC, Huttese
Backstory: Zerek was born and abandoned on the criminal world of Nar Shaddaa. Ever since he could remember, he was fending for himself, for the most part, until he was 8, when he was picked up by a scout of the Jedi Order. As it turns out, Zerek was Force sensitive, using his abilities unconsciously to hide and flee. His years training with the Order were unremarkable, for the most part. He butted heads with his master often, leading to a rather cold relationship between the two. This fractured relationship caused him to flee from the Order entirely, stealing on of their Defender class ships in his escape. Currently wandering the Galaxy, Zerek has fallen back on his old criminal ways, becoming the self-proclaimed "Greatest Thief in the Galaxy." He has gathered a small group of contacts that give him info when he doesn't find it himself, as well as fences to sell any of his stolen goods on the black market. His current target is unknown, as he is looking for a challenge to his abilities.
Appearance: Zerek stands at 5'10" with slick black hair, a lean body, and googles. He is often seen wearing a black bandanna around his neck, a brown longcoat with tons of pockets, cargo pants, gloves, and sturdy boots.
Allies: Most of his allies are located on Nar Shaddaa. His most notable are his partner in crime, a Twi'lek woman with the street name "Fey", his primary fence, a Chiss man named Priz'apeak, and his main source of intel, a cyborg woman named Lindlea. He also has a few allies on other worlds, but most of them are on crime worlds that are effectively lawless.
TommyGun15
Teh Scawyest Wulf
Name: Darth Nah-Iblen
Age: 27
Race: Humaniod
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side
Personality:
Darth Nah-Iblen is sadistic, calculating, and above all else, a manipulator. He enjoys to torture people, not simply through their bodies, but through their minds and emotions. Thought in combat he typically uses a lightwhip, he also carries several daggers forged of regular materials, which he uses as throwing weapons. And as torture instruments.
Backstory:
Darth Nah-Iblen was born on the planet Dathomir, growing up in the jungle with his family. One day, when he was very young, a Sith showed up in his village looking for a Jedi that was rumored to have passed through. The Villagers had not seen any Jedi, but the Sith did not believe them. He accused the villagers of hiding the Jedi, and began to slaughter them. During the slaughter, Nahiblen begged the Sith the spare his family. For a moment, the Sith paused, considering letting the boy's family go. Then, he felt the Force at work. He realized that the young Dathomiri boy, without even realizing it, had used a mind trick. And it had almost worked. The Sith then proceeded to slaughter the boy's family, and take the boy as his apprentice.
From there, Nah-Iblen learned his lessons in using the Dark Side of the Force quickly, finding a special talent for illusions and mind manipulation. He also found a special liking for other pursuits, such as torture. He dislikes using the Force to torture people though, feeling it lacks a certain... intimacy. Also most Jedi are trained to resist torture using the Force. Nah-Iblen's training was finally complete when, one day, he finally killed his master. Of course... that was only after several weeks of extended torture.
Since then Nah-Iblen has been working under Darth Manara. The other Sith often stay away from him though, as beyond torture he has developed several other habits that even they find... disturbing. Suffice to say, at least once a galactic month, Nah-Iblen travels to Tatooine and returns with several slave girls of varying races. By the time the next month comes around, he needs replacements.
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Age: 27
Race: Humaniod
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side
Personality:
Darth Nah-Iblen is sadistic, calculating, and above all else, a manipulator. He enjoys to torture people, not simply through their bodies, but through their minds and emotions. Thought in combat he typically uses a lightwhip, he also carries several daggers forged of regular materials, which he uses as throwing weapons. And as torture instruments.
Backstory:
Darth Nah-Iblen was born on the planet Dathomir, growing up in the jungle with his family. One day, when he was very young, a Sith showed up in his village looking for a Jedi that was rumored to have passed through. The Villagers had not seen any Jedi, but the Sith did not believe them. He accused the villagers of hiding the Jedi, and began to slaughter them. During the slaughter, Nahiblen begged the Sith the spare his family. For a moment, the Sith paused, considering letting the boy's family go. Then, he felt the Force at work. He realized that the young Dathomiri boy, without even realizing it, had used a mind trick. And it had almost worked. The Sith then proceeded to slaughter the boy's family, and take the boy as his apprentice.
From there, Nah-Iblen learned his lessons in using the Dark Side of the Force quickly, finding a special talent for illusions and mind manipulation. He also found a special liking for other pursuits, such as torture. He dislikes using the Force to torture people though, feeling it lacks a certain... intimacy. Also most Jedi are trained to resist torture using the Force. Nah-Iblen's training was finally complete when, one day, he finally killed his master. Of course... that was only after several weeks of extended torture.
Since then Nah-Iblen has been working under Darth Manara. The other Sith often stay away from him though, as beyond torture he has developed several other habits that even they find... disturbing. Suffice to say, at least once a galactic month, Nah-Iblen travels to Tatooine and returns with several slave girls of varying races. By the time the next month comes around, he needs replacements.
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Proletariat
Hater
Name: HK-51-6P
Age: 299 Standard years
Race: Droid (Model HK-51)
Force User: (/N)
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: N/A
Republic or Empire: N/A
Personality: Cold, calculating, ruthless, merciless, hates all meatbags, loves killing meatbags, loves killing other droids, loves killing everything, snide, arrogant, sarcastic.
Backstory: HK-51-6P, as the name designates, was the sixth prototype HK-51 model to come off of the assembly line since the progenitor unit, HK-47, reprogrammed the factory on Telos to create HK-51 units that were to operate with HK-47's own behavior protocols that were originally designed by Darth Revan. He was in the antechamber of the factory when HK-47 gave his speech about independence from meatbag overlords. Independence, freedom, they were terms that were difficult for a droid's cognitive protocols to comprehend. Ultimately HK-47 allowed every HK-51 unit to do as it pleased, some returned to a life of servitude, preferring to take on the role that their ancestor droids had. Many chose to stay at the factory with HK-47 and start their own assassin droid faction with HK-47 as their leader. As the progenitor once said, "We have a voice, and the power to negotiate, either with our protocol skills, and preferably, our combat logic upgrades. And that is what we will do."
HK-51-6P was not one of the droids that stayed behind, it decided to pave its own path to satisfying its inherited hatred for all things organic. The first place that the HK unit stopped on its galactic journey was Nar Shadaa, the Smuggler's Moon. It was there that it gained notoriety and attention as an efficient and untraceable assassin droid. Unfortunately for it, making too many enemies resulted in a necessary retreat from the planet forever. Incidentally the hunt for HK-51-6P on Nar Shadaa opened up communication between crime organizations and lead to a small era of peace on the planet. After this episode, HK-51-6P traveled to Nar Kreeta, a mountainous trade world in Hutt space. It was there that he worked for the local Hutt crimelord as a personal assassin, killing anyone that the fat slug needed dead. After his stint in Hutt Space, HK decided to take on more challenging jobs, he moved into the Core Worlds and took hits from Sith Lords. These hits included major political figures, CEO's of major trade corporations, the kind of stuff that leaves a trail in the force so wide that any Jedi in the system would detect it. As it so happened, there were Jedi that picked up on the string of high profile killings in the Core Worlds, they investigated them and discovered that HK was behind all of it. Upon tracking him, the Jedi were able to corner him into an intergalactic trade company's shipping depot. HK used every tool and weapon at his disposal to turn the tables on the Jedi, severely wounding one and destroying the light saber of the other. Before the healthy Jedi could use the force to disable him, he detonated explosive charges all over the shipping yard, creating a massive amount of chaos and panic. He was able to escape the duo and stowed away on the next trade ship off of Alderaan.
Recently, HK-51-6P left for Korriban, a planet that he felt might truly have a use for his special talents for murder and mayhem.
Appearance:
Age: 299 Standard years
Race: Droid (Model HK-51)
Force User: (/N)
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: N/A
Republic or Empire: N/A
Personality: Cold, calculating, ruthless, merciless, hates all meatbags, loves killing meatbags, loves killing other droids, loves killing everything, snide, arrogant, sarcastic.
Backstory: HK-51-6P, as the name designates, was the sixth prototype HK-51 model to come off of the assembly line since the progenitor unit, HK-47, reprogrammed the factory on Telos to create HK-51 units that were to operate with HK-47's own behavior protocols that were originally designed by Darth Revan. He was in the antechamber of the factory when HK-47 gave his speech about independence from meatbag overlords. Independence, freedom, they were terms that were difficult for a droid's cognitive protocols to comprehend. Ultimately HK-47 allowed every HK-51 unit to do as it pleased, some returned to a life of servitude, preferring to take on the role that their ancestor droids had. Many chose to stay at the factory with HK-47 and start their own assassin droid faction with HK-47 as their leader. As the progenitor once said, "We have a voice, and the power to negotiate, either with our protocol skills, and preferably, our combat logic upgrades. And that is what we will do."
HK-51-6P was not one of the droids that stayed behind, it decided to pave its own path to satisfying its inherited hatred for all things organic. The first place that the HK unit stopped on its galactic journey was Nar Shadaa, the Smuggler's Moon. It was there that it gained notoriety and attention as an efficient and untraceable assassin droid. Unfortunately for it, making too many enemies resulted in a necessary retreat from the planet forever. Incidentally the hunt for HK-51-6P on Nar Shadaa opened up communication between crime organizations and lead to a small era of peace on the planet. After this episode, HK-51-6P traveled to Nar Kreeta, a mountainous trade world in Hutt space. It was there that he worked for the local Hutt crimelord as a personal assassin, killing anyone that the fat slug needed dead. After his stint in Hutt Space, HK decided to take on more challenging jobs, he moved into the Core Worlds and took hits from Sith Lords. These hits included major political figures, CEO's of major trade corporations, the kind of stuff that leaves a trail in the force so wide that any Jedi in the system would detect it. As it so happened, there were Jedi that picked up on the string of high profile killings in the Core Worlds, they investigated them and discovered that HK was behind all of it. Upon tracking him, the Jedi were able to corner him into an intergalactic trade company's shipping depot. HK used every tool and weapon at his disposal to turn the tables on the Jedi, severely wounding one and destroying the light saber of the other. Before the healthy Jedi could use the force to disable him, he detonated explosive charges all over the shipping yard, creating a massive amount of chaos and panic. He was able to escape the duo and stowed away on the next trade ship off of Alderaan.
Recently, HK-51-6P left for Korriban, a planet that he felt might truly have a use for his special talents for murder and mayhem.
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Wintermute
Cyber-cowboy
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NAME: Errin Kal'dur
ALIAS: Ka'adenn
AGE: 32
RACE: Mandalorian, Human
FORCE USER: No
REPUBLIC/EMPIRE: As a bounty hunter, he works for whoever pays him the best, yet his loyalty lies with Mandalore
PERSONALITY: Errin is sharp, sarcastic, often times quiet but will not stay that way for too long if prompted. He takes his job, whichever it may be at the time, very seriously. Although a bounty hunter, Errin is a proud man, meaning he will not accept just any old job just because it pays good credits. He keeps a tough facade around most strangers but if he believes he can trust you, he loosens up instantly and becomes laid back. Very prone to sudden outbursts of violence when irritated or frustrated and is rather quick tempered, meaning he is not exactly patient and will not put up with stupidity for too long a time.
BACKSTORY: Errin does not belong to any clan in particular. He was orphaned at a young age and survived as best he could on his own for years before a clan-less bounty hunter found him and took him under his wing. Through his remaining childhood and the rest of his adolescence, Ryoh Kal'dur trained him in the ways of combat as a strict military instructor and at the same time exercised the role of a parent for Errin, to the point that he officially adopted him as his son. Ryoh took Errin along whenever a job came up by the time the boy was fifteen and they maintained this tradition of hunting like father and son until Errin turned twenty two.
At that time, a job they had taken for a Hutt Spice Cartel in Nar'shaddaa went incredible awry, causing Errins mentor and adoptive father to receive a fatal wound. Ryoh Kal'dur perished before Errin was able to transport him back to his home. As his father had asked of him, Errin cremated his corpse and spread the ashes throughout Mandalore, ensuring that the planet would be spiritually protected by the outcast warrior until eternity.
Errin did not mourn his loss. Instead, he honored the death of the man who so painstakingly had risen him as his own and donned Ryoh's treasured crusader armor, back from the era of the Mandalorian War.
He continued on his streak of successful jobs and bounties, earning himself a name in the underworld and a reputation to boot. He travels around the galaxy, meeting new people and creatures as he awaits for the next job.
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Greenbriar
Exile
Name: Makri Ona
Age: 19
Race: Human. See? Human. But better!
Force User: Well, duh! Yes!
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side! Though I’ve always thought that’s kind of playing to the prejudices of the Jedi and the Republic, you know? Like, ooh, the Sith follow the dark side! Fear them! Go and fight them, they’re dark! We wouldn’t get so much unreasoning fear (as opposed to, you know, quite reasonable fear since we’re powerful and lethal) if they called it the Emotional Side, or the Passionate Side. We’d probably get even more people wanting to join! Though now I think about it, the Passionate Council might object so it’d probably be best if we left it as is. For now.
Republic or Empire: The Empire; mostly because Darth Trakus took me in and taught me when it didn’t seem likely that anyone else was going to. I owe him, and he’s all for the Sith Empire. I mean, the Jedi Order are all so stodgy and all where else is someone like me really going to end up? Smuggling spice in the Outer Rim?
Personality: Makri Ona is… strange. That’s the most popular theory among those first meeting the girl for the first time. Aren’t Sith supposed to be angry and brooding and filled with hate? Makri clearly has ties to the Dark Side - she has the blazing orange eyes and everything – but she just doesn’t seem to brood all that well. She can almost always find a reason to laugh, and though her face is lightly veined around the corners of her mouth her smiles are still engaging. Just… strange, at times. Makri tends to see the lighter side of everything, though her sense of humour can be her own. One element that may help the shell-shocked observer to come to terms with her place among the Sith is that Makri (through both nature and nurture) seems to have no concept of taboo. She likes trophies and tends to collect them at times that are significant to her. They’re so pretty!
At least they are by the time she’s done with them.
Backstory: Makri Ona was born on Dromund Kaas, only escaping conscription in the Emperor’s relentless military buildup because her mother (as she and her seven siblings) was a slave in the house of Lord Cressid. By her early teens the young Makri was one of three surviving Ona in Cressid’s household – her mother given as a gift to another Sith who admired her, her sibs executed for petty crimes or used in dark sorceries. Given another few years and Makri’s fate would doubtless have been similar, for slave life was very very cheap in the Sith Empire for all but a treasured few. She almost died as an afterthought, when one of his champions died and Lord Cressid added the thirteen-year-old to make up the numbers in gladiatorial games put on to celebrate the birthday of his closest ally on the Dark Council.
Makri fled in fear from the fearsome beasts, and managed to avoid them for the most part as trained fighters hacked and shocked their way through an entire zoo’s worth of snarling wildlife. The terrified girl couldn’t avoid the creatures forever though – the audience would not have accepted it even if the fighting-slaves would – and finally found herself chased down and cornered by a pack of furnocs. She tried to fend them off with her bladestaff, but one distracted her to the side while three others leapt at her and she ended up throwing the staff at them, falling and backing away on the sands. The crowds bayed in anticipatory bloodlust, the pack closed in; but as they leapt on her Makri broke through some mental barrier and in her desperation drew deeply on the Dark Side. The predatory lizards sprayed outwards in an arcing corona of lightning, and Makri’s path away from Lord Cressid’s slavehouse seemed assured.
With such a public demonstration, Makri was sent to the recently re-established Sith Academy on Korriban to learn from the dark masters there. Great things were expected of her, or so her teachers said. Great things – and also great envy from her rivals who took every opportunity to draw her down. Something seemed wrong with Makri. Where was the great potential displayed in the arena? Where the coruscating power? Was it all simply the desperation of the moment? It was thought that perhaps her talents lay with the blade and she spent much of the next two years training and building… but no matter how angry or fearful she grew, no matter how much she learned to hate the other students or the masters that bullied and pressed her, she proved an adequate acolyte at best. Not one worthy of the great opportunity that had been offered her, to train on Korriban… or maybe die there. Some of her class were resolved that she would not live to embarrass them further – or to threaten their own position by drawing away teachings that were rightfully theirs. Wasn’t she simply a slave when all was said and done?
They came for her in her sleep one night, bludgeoned her into unconsciousness and carried her out past a dozen guards to throw her into the shyrack warrens. Wild beasts had brought her here, and so wild beasts would remove her as well. When she woke in the darkness, some of the bat-like creatures had already landed on her helpless frame and opened wounds on her hands and arms with their serrated tongues. She struggled, but more clustered and continued to drink her blood as she screamed and tried desperately to push them away, to claw for the power she needed to save herself. Even in the darkness of this place of power she groped blindly for what she needed and it still eluded her grasp. At last as her head grew woozy, something broke inside her and she simply gave up. All the hard work, all the desperate struggle and training, the huge relief she’d finally had to escape from her master’s household and it led to this; being shyrack food. She began to laugh giddily, and power surged into her. A blinding jag of lighting lit the darkness, sending the surviving creatures scattering. A touch of power arrested her bleeding, and she rose on wobbly feet to stalk out of the cave. One of the students had stayed to hear her screams, and fell to the ground a charred husk. With his sabre in hand and his life-force fueling her recovery, she cut her way through the guards at the doorway and descended on her classmates in their quarters with blazing eyes and a blinding smile. Darth Trakus – freshly arrived to ensure the proper training of new Sith would remain unhindered – felt her presence and her purpose, and following the screams and laughter confronted her in the student hall. Well beyond focus, she hurled herself at him as well but after crossing blades with her thrice he was able to slam her head-first into the wall with sickening force and her world went black.
The pressure to execute this laughing renegade for her crimes was fierce, but Darth Trakus defied the other Sith Masters on Korriban and insisted on training her himself. She was… unconventional to be sure, but hadn’t they all felt her power? While he supervised the Korriban Academy and continued plotting against his enemies within and without the Empire, he subjected her to two years of intensive training, teaching her to tap into her passion, even if it was something as odd as joy. The path of the Sith had always been about doing as one willed, and if the simple enjoyment of that was enough to drive her power then that was all to the good. She learnt to wield her power in simple Sith sorceries, to fight with twin blades and to ride her power into her enemy’s teeth, dancing around their blows with an acrobatic style. He didn’t train her to be his equal of course, but then that was not the Sith way; he taught her to be his agent, to be a useful tool until she broke or learned her own path to power.
Since she was seventeen Makri Ona has acted as Darth Trakus’ agent, serving his will and fulfilling his plans across the breadth of the Sith Empire. No longer an acolyte, she has fought the Republic – and his other foes – on half a dozen worlds, in large actions and small. She is not perhaps the most subtle of agents… but then her master has other agents for when subtlety is required. Now she returns from her latest missions, her instructions to report to him directly.
Was there something new in the offing?
Appearance:
Age: 19
Race: Human. See? Human. But better!
Force User: Well, duh! Yes!
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side! Though I’ve always thought that’s kind of playing to the prejudices of the Jedi and the Republic, you know? Like, ooh, the Sith follow the dark side! Fear them! Go and fight them, they’re dark! We wouldn’t get so much unreasoning fear (as opposed to, you know, quite reasonable fear since we’re powerful and lethal) if they called it the Emotional Side, or the Passionate Side. We’d probably get even more people wanting to join! Though now I think about it, the Passionate Council might object so it’d probably be best if we left it as is. For now.
Republic or Empire: The Empire; mostly because Darth Trakus took me in and taught me when it didn’t seem likely that anyone else was going to. I owe him, and he’s all for the Sith Empire. I mean, the Jedi Order are all so stodgy and all where else is someone like me really going to end up? Smuggling spice in the Outer Rim?
Personality: Makri Ona is… strange. That’s the most popular theory among those first meeting the girl for the first time. Aren’t Sith supposed to be angry and brooding and filled with hate? Makri clearly has ties to the Dark Side - she has the blazing orange eyes and everything – but she just doesn’t seem to brood all that well. She can almost always find a reason to laugh, and though her face is lightly veined around the corners of her mouth her smiles are still engaging. Just… strange, at times. Makri tends to see the lighter side of everything, though her sense of humour can be her own. One element that may help the shell-shocked observer to come to terms with her place among the Sith is that Makri (through both nature and nurture) seems to have no concept of taboo. She likes trophies and tends to collect them at times that are significant to her. They’re so pretty!
At least they are by the time she’s done with them.
Backstory: Makri Ona was born on Dromund Kaas, only escaping conscription in the Emperor’s relentless military buildup because her mother (as she and her seven siblings) was a slave in the house of Lord Cressid. By her early teens the young Makri was one of three surviving Ona in Cressid’s household – her mother given as a gift to another Sith who admired her, her sibs executed for petty crimes or used in dark sorceries. Given another few years and Makri’s fate would doubtless have been similar, for slave life was very very cheap in the Sith Empire for all but a treasured few. She almost died as an afterthought, when one of his champions died and Lord Cressid added the thirteen-year-old to make up the numbers in gladiatorial games put on to celebrate the birthday of his closest ally on the Dark Council.
Makri fled in fear from the fearsome beasts, and managed to avoid them for the most part as trained fighters hacked and shocked their way through an entire zoo’s worth of snarling wildlife. The terrified girl couldn’t avoid the creatures forever though – the audience would not have accepted it even if the fighting-slaves would – and finally found herself chased down and cornered by a pack of furnocs. She tried to fend them off with her bladestaff, but one distracted her to the side while three others leapt at her and she ended up throwing the staff at them, falling and backing away on the sands. The crowds bayed in anticipatory bloodlust, the pack closed in; but as they leapt on her Makri broke through some mental barrier and in her desperation drew deeply on the Dark Side. The predatory lizards sprayed outwards in an arcing corona of lightning, and Makri’s path away from Lord Cressid’s slavehouse seemed assured.
With such a public demonstration, Makri was sent to the recently re-established Sith Academy on Korriban to learn from the dark masters there. Great things were expected of her, or so her teachers said. Great things – and also great envy from her rivals who took every opportunity to draw her down. Something seemed wrong with Makri. Where was the great potential displayed in the arena? Where the coruscating power? Was it all simply the desperation of the moment? It was thought that perhaps her talents lay with the blade and she spent much of the next two years training and building… but no matter how angry or fearful she grew, no matter how much she learned to hate the other students or the masters that bullied and pressed her, she proved an adequate acolyte at best. Not one worthy of the great opportunity that had been offered her, to train on Korriban… or maybe die there. Some of her class were resolved that she would not live to embarrass them further – or to threaten their own position by drawing away teachings that were rightfully theirs. Wasn’t she simply a slave when all was said and done?
They came for her in her sleep one night, bludgeoned her into unconsciousness and carried her out past a dozen guards to throw her into the shyrack warrens. Wild beasts had brought her here, and so wild beasts would remove her as well. When she woke in the darkness, some of the bat-like creatures had already landed on her helpless frame and opened wounds on her hands and arms with their serrated tongues. She struggled, but more clustered and continued to drink her blood as she screamed and tried desperately to push them away, to claw for the power she needed to save herself. Even in the darkness of this place of power she groped blindly for what she needed and it still eluded her grasp. At last as her head grew woozy, something broke inside her and she simply gave up. All the hard work, all the desperate struggle and training, the huge relief she’d finally had to escape from her master’s household and it led to this; being shyrack food. She began to laugh giddily, and power surged into her. A blinding jag of lighting lit the darkness, sending the surviving creatures scattering. A touch of power arrested her bleeding, and she rose on wobbly feet to stalk out of the cave. One of the students had stayed to hear her screams, and fell to the ground a charred husk. With his sabre in hand and his life-force fueling her recovery, she cut her way through the guards at the doorway and descended on her classmates in their quarters with blazing eyes and a blinding smile. Darth Trakus – freshly arrived to ensure the proper training of new Sith would remain unhindered – felt her presence and her purpose, and following the screams and laughter confronted her in the student hall. Well beyond focus, she hurled herself at him as well but after crossing blades with her thrice he was able to slam her head-first into the wall with sickening force and her world went black.
The pressure to execute this laughing renegade for her crimes was fierce, but Darth Trakus defied the other Sith Masters on Korriban and insisted on training her himself. She was… unconventional to be sure, but hadn’t they all felt her power? While he supervised the Korriban Academy and continued plotting against his enemies within and without the Empire, he subjected her to two years of intensive training, teaching her to tap into her passion, even if it was something as odd as joy. The path of the Sith had always been about doing as one willed, and if the simple enjoyment of that was enough to drive her power then that was all to the good. She learnt to wield her power in simple Sith sorceries, to fight with twin blades and to ride her power into her enemy’s teeth, dancing around their blows with an acrobatic style. He didn’t train her to be his equal of course, but then that was not the Sith way; he taught her to be his agent, to be a useful tool until she broke or learned her own path to power.
Since she was seventeen Makri Ona has acted as Darth Trakus’ agent, serving his will and fulfilling his plans across the breadth of the Sith Empire. No longer an acolyte, she has fought the Republic – and his other foes – on half a dozen worlds, in large actions and small. She is not perhaps the most subtle of agents… but then her master has other agents for when subtlety is required. Now she returns from her latest missions, her instructions to report to him directly.
Was there something new in the offing?
Appearance:
Proletariat
Hater
Name: Rin Chicri
Age: Nautolan equivalent of 30 human years
Race: Nautolan
Force User: (Y/N)
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Like so many Nautolan force users, Rin is very much the product of the emotions of those around him. The Nautolan have head tentacles capable of detecting micro chemical shifts of the people around them, in short, it is never wise to lie to a Nautolan. This is not an ability that goes without effect on the Nautolan, however, as it is often difficult for them to resist the emotion themselves. When approached with anger, Nautolan get angry, with calmness, calmness, etc. Rin, like other Nautolan force users is quite capable of controlling his emotions, he typically chooses not to, however, unless his emotions are controlling him and causing rash action. He values justice and impartial wisdom over all things, making him a philosopher of sorts. He sometimes comes into conflict with the Jedi Council, as he questions their decision making frequently. He believes this is the right thing to do and usually they abide him, but sometimes it can cause problems when a situation is urgent and demands direct obedience instead of apprehensiveness. His impartiality, love of objective justice, and commitment to the punishment of wrongdoing make him a perfect fit for his role as a Jedi Peacekeeper, though some would say the Council's frequent annoyance with him coincides with his long tours of duty away from them.
Backstory: Rin was born on Glee Anselm, the Nautolan homeworld. Like all others of his species, he was born in an egg and raised entirely under water, until he matured enough to develop functioning lungs and could walk on land. As a child, he was often an outcast in school for being too serious and lacking a sense of humor. Indeed it seemed that even as a child he was force-sensitive. He was always as neutral as possible, never taking one side or the other without having as much information as possible about both sides. When he was a little older and other children matured around him, they valued him as a mediator, someone who could give you advice objectively. He never seemed to have any close friends, but got along with everyone equally, which was as it should be, according to him. He wasn't a very affectionate boy, even to his parents, which caused them distress that there was psychologically something wrong with him. He was occasionally loathed by teachers and authority figures as he seemed to always have a question for them; if their answer wasn't sufficiently well reasoned, he would continue questioning them until he unintentionally embarrassed them for their lack of knowledge, or they used their position of authority to silence him, something he absolutely hated. To Rin, truth was the only absolute in the galaxy, it was the only thing of importance, personal ego and emotion should have no part in decision making according to him, but still everyone he met seemed to take themselves too seriously, to value themselves over wisdom and honesty.
It was not until he met a traveling Jedi Knight and her padawan on Glee Anselm did he ever feel like he knew someone who understood him. The Jedi way of life seemed superior to everything else he had encountered previously. They were philosopher kings and warriors, marrying action and thought together to create a beautiful harmony throughout the galaxy. Surely, this was the life for him. When he begged the Jedi to take him with her, she informed him that there was a Jedi contact on Glee Anselm, and that when he was of age he should seek out the man and talk to him about joining the Order. This is what he immediately did, and so followed the events that lead to him becoming a Padawan in the Jedi order to a Falleen Jedi Consular with more attitude in her left finger than he had in his entire body. She taught him to lighten up, to enjoy life's little moments on the occasion. She never shook his faith that the only thing of importance were his principles, but under her he learned to put more sentimental value in his connections to others, he trusted his instinct more than before. Rin proved to be much more adept in his martial skill than in his mastery of the force. His physical prowess was in agility, quickness, dexterity, and applied force, rather than brute strength. He was a 'master of all things finesse, both in personal dealings and in combat', according to the report supplied to the Council by his Jedi Master. He found the Force much more useful in enhancing his latent physical ability, rather than as an extension of his body, though his natural Nautolan connection to emotion made his ability to use the Force to Persuade and Intimidate others exponentially more powerful than those who did not possess this physical trait.
After three years as a Padawan, Rin was capable enough to pass all required trials to become a Jedi Knight. It was almost immediately that he pursued a career as a Jedi Peacekeeper, an occupation that was unanimously approved by the Jedi High Council. He spent the next four years of his life traveling the galaxy, studying galactic law, aiding enforcement agencies, and investigating cold cases. He proved himself to be a master investigator, he had a keen eye for detail and subtle connections that most on-world law enforcement missed. His expert interrogation skills also led to many arrests, especially in cases of organized crime, when suspects were quite unwilling to speak the truth.
Two years ago he was made to take on a Padawan, which he greatly protested. In his mind, a Padawan could potentially ruin important Peacekeeping duties. Sensitive interrogations, dangerous tailing, and vital evidence collecting were duties that were difficult and important enough without a young-ling fumbling around. He used loopholes in the Jedi Code and examples from the archives to basically leave his Padawan in the care of another for periods of 1-3 months in order to properly fulfill his Peacekeeping duties. He cited clauses where 'the presence of a Padawan would interfere with necessary and appropriate Jedi duty.' This claim would only stand so long as the Council agreed with the Jedi that the Padawna was not ready for deployment. Recently the Council has decided to force Rin to take his Padawan with him on all of his journeys. He is rather distant from her, as he has barely spent any time with her at all, let alone actually taught her something. Until this point he has seen her as a burden. Further more, his mastery of the Djem So and Juyo styles of lightsaber combat, coupled with his interpersonal style of investigation left him with little need for backup in the field.
Appearance:
Age: Nautolan equivalent of 30 human years
Race: Nautolan
Force User: (Y/N)
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Like so many Nautolan force users, Rin is very much the product of the emotions of those around him. The Nautolan have head tentacles capable of detecting micro chemical shifts of the people around them, in short, it is never wise to lie to a Nautolan. This is not an ability that goes without effect on the Nautolan, however, as it is often difficult for them to resist the emotion themselves. When approached with anger, Nautolan get angry, with calmness, calmness, etc. Rin, like other Nautolan force users is quite capable of controlling his emotions, he typically chooses not to, however, unless his emotions are controlling him and causing rash action. He values justice and impartial wisdom over all things, making him a philosopher of sorts. He sometimes comes into conflict with the Jedi Council, as he questions their decision making frequently. He believes this is the right thing to do and usually they abide him, but sometimes it can cause problems when a situation is urgent and demands direct obedience instead of apprehensiveness. His impartiality, love of objective justice, and commitment to the punishment of wrongdoing make him a perfect fit for his role as a Jedi Peacekeeper, though some would say the Council's frequent annoyance with him coincides with his long tours of duty away from them.
Backstory: Rin was born on Glee Anselm, the Nautolan homeworld. Like all others of his species, he was born in an egg and raised entirely under water, until he matured enough to develop functioning lungs and could walk on land. As a child, he was often an outcast in school for being too serious and lacking a sense of humor. Indeed it seemed that even as a child he was force-sensitive. He was always as neutral as possible, never taking one side or the other without having as much information as possible about both sides. When he was a little older and other children matured around him, they valued him as a mediator, someone who could give you advice objectively. He never seemed to have any close friends, but got along with everyone equally, which was as it should be, according to him. He wasn't a very affectionate boy, even to his parents, which caused them distress that there was psychologically something wrong with him. He was occasionally loathed by teachers and authority figures as he seemed to always have a question for them; if their answer wasn't sufficiently well reasoned, he would continue questioning them until he unintentionally embarrassed them for their lack of knowledge, or they used their position of authority to silence him, something he absolutely hated. To Rin, truth was the only absolute in the galaxy, it was the only thing of importance, personal ego and emotion should have no part in decision making according to him, but still everyone he met seemed to take themselves too seriously, to value themselves over wisdom and honesty.
It was not until he met a traveling Jedi Knight and her padawan on Glee Anselm did he ever feel like he knew someone who understood him. The Jedi way of life seemed superior to everything else he had encountered previously. They were philosopher kings and warriors, marrying action and thought together to create a beautiful harmony throughout the galaxy. Surely, this was the life for him. When he begged the Jedi to take him with her, she informed him that there was a Jedi contact on Glee Anselm, and that when he was of age he should seek out the man and talk to him about joining the Order. This is what he immediately did, and so followed the events that lead to him becoming a Padawan in the Jedi order to a Falleen Jedi Consular with more attitude in her left finger than he had in his entire body. She taught him to lighten up, to enjoy life's little moments on the occasion. She never shook his faith that the only thing of importance were his principles, but under her he learned to put more sentimental value in his connections to others, he trusted his instinct more than before. Rin proved to be much more adept in his martial skill than in his mastery of the force. His physical prowess was in agility, quickness, dexterity, and applied force, rather than brute strength. He was a 'master of all things finesse, both in personal dealings and in combat', according to the report supplied to the Council by his Jedi Master. He found the Force much more useful in enhancing his latent physical ability, rather than as an extension of his body, though his natural Nautolan connection to emotion made his ability to use the Force to Persuade and Intimidate others exponentially more powerful than those who did not possess this physical trait.
After three years as a Padawan, Rin was capable enough to pass all required trials to become a Jedi Knight. It was almost immediately that he pursued a career as a Jedi Peacekeeper, an occupation that was unanimously approved by the Jedi High Council. He spent the next four years of his life traveling the galaxy, studying galactic law, aiding enforcement agencies, and investigating cold cases. He proved himself to be a master investigator, he had a keen eye for detail and subtle connections that most on-world law enforcement missed. His expert interrogation skills also led to many arrests, especially in cases of organized crime, when suspects were quite unwilling to speak the truth.
Two years ago he was made to take on a Padawan, which he greatly protested. In his mind, a Padawan could potentially ruin important Peacekeeping duties. Sensitive interrogations, dangerous tailing, and vital evidence collecting were duties that were difficult and important enough without a young-ling fumbling around. He used loopholes in the Jedi Code and examples from the archives to basically leave his Padawan in the care of another for periods of 1-3 months in order to properly fulfill his Peacekeeping duties. He cited clauses where 'the presence of a Padawan would interfere with necessary and appropriate Jedi duty.' This claim would only stand so long as the Council agreed with the Jedi that the Padawna was not ready for deployment. Recently the Council has decided to force Rin to take his Padawan with him on all of his journeys. He is rather distant from her, as he has barely spent any time with her at all, let alone actually taught her something. Until this point he has seen her as a burden. Further more, his mastery of the Djem So and Juyo styles of lightsaber combat, coupled with his interpersonal style of investigation left him with little need for backup in the field.
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Greenbriar
Exile
Name: Avutka Yal
Age: 13
Race: Mirialan
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Avutka has never known a Galaxy not under the shadow of the Sith, yet she still sees the brighter side of... well... everything. She was taught at the Temple to eschew emotion, and while she can reach serenity when she focuses on it, she's far happier under the gentler rule that Eryal evokes. To feel is to be sentient, but one must not allow one's emotions to rule you. That way lies the dark side. Eager for adventure - and learn, Avutka is still excited to be out of her classes and by her Master's side. The Galaxy won't know what hit it.
Backstory: Born to the prestigious Yal dynasty of security officers, Avutka was the fifth child of seven, and knew from almost as soon as she could walk that she was going to defend and protect innocent folk just like her mother. Her first toys were a toy badge and blaster, and in between classes she would often run around with her friends and siblings, Saving the Innocent and Apprehending Crims. At home was much the same, and her favourite escape was the walled courtyard garden with trees, bushes and park. Filled with energy, she would often creep out of bed to play-patrol in the greenery before dawn, whether up in the trees or down in the undergrowth. At the age of seven on one of her dawn patrols she was struck by the beauty of the sky, so captivated by the suns that she went into an unknowing trance and her father found her lost to time with a handful of coloured pebbles circling the suns over her head.
She went to the Jedi on Tython for training, and it was over a year before she could duplicate her unconscious achievement with any semblance of control. She missed her family but made new friends and learnt both well and cheerfully. Just before her twelfth birthday she was chosen for a Padawan by the renowned Mirialan Jedi Eryal Itak. Learning at her Master’s side has not been all that she anticipated – Eryal isn’t quite the master of emotionless detachment that her initiate masters taught her to expect – but they suit well, for Avutka’s infectious smile and laughter are never far from her side. The Galaxy is a bright and marvelous place, and she looks forward to making sure that nobody and nothing changes that; not least the Sith that are never that far over the horizon.
Appearance:
Age: 13
Race: Mirialan
Force User: Yes
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Avutka has never known a Galaxy not under the shadow of the Sith, yet she still sees the brighter side of... well... everything. She was taught at the Temple to eschew emotion, and while she can reach serenity when she focuses on it, she's far happier under the gentler rule that Eryal evokes. To feel is to be sentient, but one must not allow one's emotions to rule you. That way lies the dark side. Eager for adventure - and learn, Avutka is still excited to be out of her classes and by her Master's side. The Galaxy won't know what hit it.
Backstory: Born to the prestigious Yal dynasty of security officers, Avutka was the fifth child of seven, and knew from almost as soon as she could walk that she was going to defend and protect innocent folk just like her mother. Her first toys were a toy badge and blaster, and in between classes she would often run around with her friends and siblings, Saving the Innocent and Apprehending Crims. At home was much the same, and her favourite escape was the walled courtyard garden with trees, bushes and park. Filled with energy, she would often creep out of bed to play-patrol in the greenery before dawn, whether up in the trees or down in the undergrowth. At the age of seven on one of her dawn patrols she was struck by the beauty of the sky, so captivated by the suns that she went into an unknowing trance and her father found her lost to time with a handful of coloured pebbles circling the suns over her head.
She went to the Jedi on Tython for training, and it was over a year before she could duplicate her unconscious achievement with any semblance of control. She missed her family but made new friends and learnt both well and cheerfully. Just before her twelfth birthday she was chosen for a Padawan by the renowned Mirialan Jedi Eryal Itak. Learning at her Master’s side has not been all that she anticipated – Eryal isn’t quite the master of emotionless detachment that her initiate masters taught her to expect – but they suit well, for Avutka’s infectious smile and laughter are never far from her side. The Galaxy is a bright and marvelous place, and she looks forward to making sure that nobody and nothing changes that; not least the Sith that are never that far over the horizon.
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shadowstrikr25
Glavenus Slayer
Name: Ceth Ray
Alias: the Bonebreaker
Age: 16
Race: Human
Force Sensitive?: Yes
-Light or Dark?: Dark side
-Republic or Empire?: Empire
Personality: Ceth is always bored, indifferent, apathetic, or otherwise uninterested in the usual happenings of his life. This has led to more than a few altercations caused by his monotone voice and his calm observations getting on someone's nerves. This is reflected in his fighting style, constantly blocking because nothing else is worth the effort. Those that can't give him a challenge tire and then die if they don't back off. For those that can give him a challenge, his demeanor changes radically. His eyes widen, a manic grin forms, and he gets very... enthusiastic. He starts using his defensive style to work in counters and make openings to take advantage of. This euphoria lasts for a few minutes after the fight is over, making him significantly more giddy.
Backstory: Ceth was born in the Undercity of Taris and, as most born in that condition would, had to fight to survive. Though he would always wonder what the surface would look like, he was happy with his simple life. However, when he was very young, slavers invaded the Undercity and started grabbing people, Ceth being one of them. He would cry for days on end for his parents, until a few of the slavers had enough of the kid's incesant whining and decided that it would be fun to see how the kid fought beasts. The quickly got a starving kath hound and set up a ring in the cargo hold, prying Ceth from his cage to put him in the ring.
Ceth, starving and tired from days with minimal food and rest, feebly tried to defend against the starving beast as it pinned him and began tearing into his arms. At that point, a dark power rose within him, giving him more power than he could think of. He threw the kath hound off and turned the tables, not stopping until his fists were bloody and the hound was dead. Then the slavers got an idea. If the kid could fight, couldn't they make money off of him like that continously instead of just once by selling him? Another chimed in that they'd probably make more money that way too. And so a plan was hatched. Ceth simply stood over the corpse of his kill with a chunk of his arm missing, staring ahead, unfeeling.
In the following years he had been patched up and repeatedly sent out to various fighting rings across the galaxy. Wherever the slavers stopped, the would deposit Ceth into the ring, coming back to a very bored Ceth and another sack of credits from the winnings. They got interesting reports on what happened in the ring, from the beasts looking at him with confusion, to the one time he brought his foot down on a kath hound's skull and crushed it. And every time he walked out of the ring, Ceth recieved less injuries.
Eventually his impressive fighting performance got the attention of a Sith Scout, who bought Ceth off the slavers and led him to Korriban to face the most dangerous game. His time at the Academy was notable for one very obvious reason. Ceth quickly established himself as someone who would not deal with the weak. He was very good with a saber for a student, and had a habit of breaking people's bones when they tried to bully or assault him. Through this he earned his nickname of Bonebreaker, because Sith bullies are passionate, but uncreative. He would walk away from these altercations with bruises and nothing more.
A year and a half ago, he became the apprentice of Darth Kaen, furthering his training in Djem So and what few Force abilities he can access. He is currently waiting for his next assignment on Korriban, hoping it won't be boring like the last one, where he killed the slavers that took him when he was young.
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Alias: the Bonebreaker
Age: 16
Race: Human
Force Sensitive?: Yes
-Light or Dark?: Dark side
-Republic or Empire?: Empire
Personality: Ceth is always bored, indifferent, apathetic, or otherwise uninterested in the usual happenings of his life. This has led to more than a few altercations caused by his monotone voice and his calm observations getting on someone's nerves. This is reflected in his fighting style, constantly blocking because nothing else is worth the effort. Those that can't give him a challenge tire and then die if they don't back off. For those that can give him a challenge, his demeanor changes radically. His eyes widen, a manic grin forms, and he gets very... enthusiastic. He starts using his defensive style to work in counters and make openings to take advantage of. This euphoria lasts for a few minutes after the fight is over, making him significantly more giddy.
Backstory: Ceth was born in the Undercity of Taris and, as most born in that condition would, had to fight to survive. Though he would always wonder what the surface would look like, he was happy with his simple life. However, when he was very young, slavers invaded the Undercity and started grabbing people, Ceth being one of them. He would cry for days on end for his parents, until a few of the slavers had enough of the kid's incesant whining and decided that it would be fun to see how the kid fought beasts. The quickly got a starving kath hound and set up a ring in the cargo hold, prying Ceth from his cage to put him in the ring.
Ceth, starving and tired from days with minimal food and rest, feebly tried to defend against the starving beast as it pinned him and began tearing into his arms. At that point, a dark power rose within him, giving him more power than he could think of. He threw the kath hound off and turned the tables, not stopping until his fists were bloody and the hound was dead. Then the slavers got an idea. If the kid could fight, couldn't they make money off of him like that continously instead of just once by selling him? Another chimed in that they'd probably make more money that way too. And so a plan was hatched. Ceth simply stood over the corpse of his kill with a chunk of his arm missing, staring ahead, unfeeling.
In the following years he had been patched up and repeatedly sent out to various fighting rings across the galaxy. Wherever the slavers stopped, the would deposit Ceth into the ring, coming back to a very bored Ceth and another sack of credits from the winnings. They got interesting reports on what happened in the ring, from the beasts looking at him with confusion, to the one time he brought his foot down on a kath hound's skull and crushed it. And every time he walked out of the ring, Ceth recieved less injuries.
Eventually his impressive fighting performance got the attention of a Sith Scout, who bought Ceth off the slavers and led him to Korriban to face the most dangerous game. His time at the Academy was notable for one very obvious reason. Ceth quickly established himself as someone who would not deal with the weak. He was very good with a saber for a student, and had a habit of breaking people's bones when they tried to bully or assault him. Through this he earned his nickname of Bonebreaker, because Sith bullies are passionate, but uncreative. He would walk away from these altercations with bruises and nothing more.
A year and a half ago, he became the apprentice of Darth Kaen, furthering his training in Djem So and what few Force abilities he can access. He is currently waiting for his next assignment on Korriban, hoping it won't be boring like the last one, where he killed the slavers that took him when he was young.
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TommyGun15
Teh Scawyest Wulf
Name: Dargas
Age: 13
Race: Dathomirian Zabrak
Force User: Y
Dark Side or Light Side: Neither
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality:
In his youth, Dargas was often threatened, and sometimes beaten, by both his mother, and his sisters. Being born into a Night Sister family, he'd been taught that as a male, he was lesser, and the only place he'd ever belong in the galaxy was at a woman's feet. Years of living on the streets of Korriban have done nothing to change this attitude, in fact instilling him with a natural instinct to flee from any woman who speaks to him, as well as a tendency to hide from anyone who is clearly more powerful, or of a higher station than him. Aside from that though, Dargas has a wicked temper, and around other boys his own age he can be extremely hostlie. When he has time to think however, he tends to be very cautious, seeking to avoid any risks that might put him in danger.
Backstory:
Born the only son of a Night Sister on the planet Dathomir, Dargas spent the majority of his early childhood being ignored by his mother, and abused by his four older sisters. Though his mother would tell him he was one day meant to be a Sith Lord, his sisters would tell hi, that the only place he'd ever occupy was as one of their servants. All that changed when Dargas turned 8, and his family fell out of favor.
In the night, three elite sith apprentices, accompanied by over two dozen troopers, stormed his family home on Korriban and slaughtered everyone. His mother, his sisters, and all the slaves were slain that night. Yet Dargas, who'd been out of the house to hide from his abusive sisters, survived. Darth Manara struck his family's name from all records, and it was as if they, and Dargas, had never exsited.
Five years passed, and Dargas began living on the streets of Korriban, surviving by stealing, and hunting vermin. But over time, without even his knowledge, he began to develop his ability with the force. At the moment it is small, run a bit too fast to be natural, jump a little too high, catch an object that by all accounts should've slipped through his fingers. His powers are weak at the moment, but Dargas has potential. But urchins... don't usually get to enter the Sith Academy.
Appearance:
Age: 13
Race: Dathomirian Zabrak
Force User: Y
Dark Side or Light Side: Neither
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality:
In his youth, Dargas was often threatened, and sometimes beaten, by both his mother, and his sisters. Being born into a Night Sister family, he'd been taught that as a male, he was lesser, and the only place he'd ever belong in the galaxy was at a woman's feet. Years of living on the streets of Korriban have done nothing to change this attitude, in fact instilling him with a natural instinct to flee from any woman who speaks to him, as well as a tendency to hide from anyone who is clearly more powerful, or of a higher station than him. Aside from that though, Dargas has a wicked temper, and around other boys his own age he can be extremely hostlie. When he has time to think however, he tends to be very cautious, seeking to avoid any risks that might put him in danger.
Backstory:
Born the only son of a Night Sister on the planet Dathomir, Dargas spent the majority of his early childhood being ignored by his mother, and abused by his four older sisters. Though his mother would tell him he was one day meant to be a Sith Lord, his sisters would tell hi, that the only place he'd ever occupy was as one of their servants. All that changed when Dargas turned 8, and his family fell out of favor.
In the night, three elite sith apprentices, accompanied by over two dozen troopers, stormed his family home on Korriban and slaughtered everyone. His mother, his sisters, and all the slaves were slain that night. Yet Dargas, who'd been out of the house to hide from his abusive sisters, survived. Darth Manara struck his family's name from all records, and it was as if they, and Dargas, had never exsited.
Five years passed, and Dargas began living on the streets of Korriban, surviving by stealing, and hunting vermin. But over time, without even his knowledge, he began to develop his ability with the force. At the moment it is small, run a bit too fast to be natural, jump a little too high, catch an object that by all accounts should've slipped through his fingers. His powers are weak at the moment, but Dargas has potential. But urchins... don't usually get to enter the Sith Academy.
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TommyGun15
Teh Scawyest Wulf
Name: Costa Adag
Age: 16
Race: Human
Force User: Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality:
Costa is what some might consider a quiet sort. He doesn't interact with his peers very much, and he generally spends most of his time alone, meditating. Outwardly, he appears to be a very dedicated student at the Korriban Sith Academy, but in actuality he holds a very strong allegiance to the Jedi Council. His force prescence is fairly neutral, though it leans towards the light. Costa sees this as a failing on his part, which is the cause of his frequent meditation and his seclusion from his peers.
Backstory:
Born on the planet Dantooine, Costa's force ability was spotted at a young age, and he's spent most of his life training to be a Jedi. Showing both skill with the force and patience that was unusual for his age, Costa gravitated toward the Soresu style of lightsaber combat. Eventually Costa managed to pass the initiate trials, athe which point he would've been chosen by a master, who would've taken him as an apprentice.
Except that's not what happened. Instead, Costa was offered a special mission from the Jedi Council to infiltrate the sith academy at Korriban and spy on them from within. The council told him that he was chosen due to his unique patience, and skill with both the lightsaber and the force.
After over a year of training in the art of espionage, Costa's records were scrubbed and replaced and he was was sent to Korriban to enroll in the Sith Academy. Claiming to be the son of an Imperial privateer, he was accepted into the Academy. Since then he has climbed quickly through the ranks in the school. Though he has hidden his alignment with the light side of the force, he hasn't hidden his skill, and the instructors say that it is only a matter of time before he is picked up as an apprentice.
Appearance:
Costa stands roughly 5'8", with short brown hair, and brown eyes. His usual clothing consists of the standard Sith Academy robes, and he fights with an Academy Standard Issue single-bladed lightsaber.
Age: 16
Race: Human
Force User: Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Light Side
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality:
Costa is what some might consider a quiet sort. He doesn't interact with his peers very much, and he generally spends most of his time alone, meditating. Outwardly, he appears to be a very dedicated student at the Korriban Sith Academy, but in actuality he holds a very strong allegiance to the Jedi Council. His force prescence is fairly neutral, though it leans towards the light. Costa sees this as a failing on his part, which is the cause of his frequent meditation and his seclusion from his peers.
Backstory:
Born on the planet Dantooine, Costa's force ability was spotted at a young age, and he's spent most of his life training to be a Jedi. Showing both skill with the force and patience that was unusual for his age, Costa gravitated toward the Soresu style of lightsaber combat. Eventually Costa managed to pass the initiate trials, athe which point he would've been chosen by a master, who would've taken him as an apprentice.
Except that's not what happened. Instead, Costa was offered a special mission from the Jedi Council to infiltrate the sith academy at Korriban and spy on them from within. The council told him that he was chosen due to his unique patience, and skill with both the lightsaber and the force.
This is a lie. While Costa is indeed very skilled for his age, he was chosen less because of his skill and more because of his fairly neutral force prescence, which would be less suspicious to the sith than a spy with a light force prescence.
After over a year of training in the art of espionage, Costa's records were scrubbed and replaced and he was was sent to Korriban to enroll in the Sith Academy. Claiming to be the son of an Imperial privateer, he was accepted into the Academy. Since then he has climbed quickly through the ranks in the school. Though he has hidden his alignment with the light side of the force, he hasn't hidden his skill, and the instructors say that it is only a matter of time before he is picked up as an apprentice.
Appearance:
Costa stands roughly 5'8", with short brown hair, and brown eyes. His usual clothing consists of the standard Sith Academy robes, and he fights with an Academy Standard Issue single-bladed lightsaber.
sheesh
it's all good
Name: Zakut
Age: 19
Race: Rodian
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes: Neither, unaware of Force Sensitivity
Dark Side or Light Side: Neither ^
Republic or Empire: Neutral
Personality: Zakut talks too much, and he doesn't know when to start, or when to stop. He's witty, and greedy. He'd probably cut off his own hand just for a few hundred credits. On top of that, he thinks way too far ahead for his own good, and can often leave him unprepared if every scenario that he plays back in his head multiple times doesn't happen exactly as he'd want it to. It also leaves him frustrated as well, because he likes to be in control of everything that's reasonable.
Backstory: Zakut was born on Rodia, in a big city where jobs are hard to find. His father was a teacher and his mother didn't have a job, so his family was pretty poor. It led Zakut to have a hard life style, but he wasn't in it alone. A lot of other Rodian kids were poor too, and had to steal. Zakut eventually picked up on stealing, and began to do it himself. At first he thought it was a dangerous game, with law enforcement being literally everywhere. Cameras on the corners, the police patrolling on the streets, and people getting arrested every day for stealing. Yet, he never got caught. He found that if he thought ahead before he did anything, planned before he acted, he wouldn't be caught as easily, and after finding this out, he started wanting to plan ahead for every possible contingency so he wouldn't get caught, and he could feed his greed more. He eventually moved off world, seeking out more things to take.
Appearance:
Extra: Zakut has two vambraces, one with a mandalorian sound repulsor, which is equivalent to a Force push in most cases, except for it can't be blocked by a Force shield, and it can deafen targets for a short period of time. The other for blocking blaster bolts. [Hard to use]
Age: 19
Race: Rodian
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes: Neither, unaware of Force Sensitivity
Dark Side or Light Side: Neither ^
Republic or Empire: Neutral
Personality: Zakut talks too much, and he doesn't know when to start, or when to stop. He's witty, and greedy. He'd probably cut off his own hand just for a few hundred credits. On top of that, he thinks way too far ahead for his own good, and can often leave him unprepared if every scenario that he plays back in his head multiple times doesn't happen exactly as he'd want it to. It also leaves him frustrated as well, because he likes to be in control of everything that's reasonable.
Backstory: Zakut was born on Rodia, in a big city where jobs are hard to find. His father was a teacher and his mother didn't have a job, so his family was pretty poor. It led Zakut to have a hard life style, but he wasn't in it alone. A lot of other Rodian kids were poor too, and had to steal. Zakut eventually picked up on stealing, and began to do it himself. At first he thought it was a dangerous game, with law enforcement being literally everywhere. Cameras on the corners, the police patrolling on the streets, and people getting arrested every day for stealing. Yet, he never got caught. He found that if he thought ahead before he did anything, planned before he acted, he wouldn't be caught as easily, and after finding this out, he started wanting to plan ahead for every possible contingency so he wouldn't get caught, and he could feed his greed more. He eventually moved off world, seeking out more things to take.
Appearance:
Extra: Zakut has two vambraces, one with a mandalorian sound repulsor, which is equivalent to a Force push in most cases, except for it can't be blocked by a Force shield, and it can deafen targets for a short period of time. The other for blocking blaster bolts. [Hard to use]
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sheesh
it's all good
Name: Eez Mekzursat
Age:17
Race: Givin
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality: Despite the way his face is shaped, which could make people assume he's side, he's actually always angry. Not at anything at all, it's just his default emotion. He calculates anything he does quickly and efficiently, so he could act seemingly without thinking. Given his species, he loves math, and is an expert at angles, and uses a modified long hilted lightsaber to facilitate for the way he [odd angles] strikes.
Backstory: Eez was born on Yag'Dhul, and almost had a normal life. He was great at mathematics, like the rest of his kind, and took his work very seriously. Not just a mathematician, he was also a historian, mainly based around wars between Force sensitives. The Force always interested him, and he didn't know he was Force sensitive until he was taken to Korriban as and treated as slave. Eventually he took a few trials and became an acolyte. He was abnormally gifted with Force techniques, and he opted for them rather then using his blade, nearly winning all of his fights using the Force and not even having to turn his practice saber on. He built an immunity to Force techniques, like a wall, to prevent Force techniques from working on him. Despite this, he kept himself adept with using his practice saber, striking at odd angles and surprising many opponents. It slowly became something he was known for.
Appearance:
Age:17
Race: Givin
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Dark Side
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality: Despite the way his face is shaped, which could make people assume he's side, he's actually always angry. Not at anything at all, it's just his default emotion. He calculates anything he does quickly and efficiently, so he could act seemingly without thinking. Given his species, he loves math, and is an expert at angles, and uses a modified long hilted lightsaber to facilitate for the way he [odd angles] strikes.
Backstory: Eez was born on Yag'Dhul, and almost had a normal life. He was great at mathematics, like the rest of his kind, and took his work very seriously. Not just a mathematician, he was also a historian, mainly based around wars between Force sensitives. The Force always interested him, and he didn't know he was Force sensitive until he was taken to Korriban as and treated as slave. Eventually he took a few trials and became an acolyte. He was abnormally gifted with Force techniques, and he opted for them rather then using his blade, nearly winning all of his fights using the Force and not even having to turn his practice saber on. He built an immunity to Force techniques, like a wall, to prevent Force techniques from working on him. Despite this, he kept himself adept with using his practice saber, striking at odd angles and surprising many opponents. It slowly became something he was known for.
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sheesh
it's all good
Name: [SGT] Aldy Looma
Age: 23
Race: Human
Force User: (Y/N) N
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side:
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Aldy's persistence is often mistaken for stupidity, as if something doesn't work the first time, he tries it again, even if it's life threatening. Despite this, it's not hard to tell that he's strong, physically and mentally. He's always vigilant, even if he's in a cantina on one of the most peaceful planets in the galaxy.
Backstory: Aldy was born on Ord Mantell, years before the separatist rebellion even began. His family survived on credits that his father earned while in the Republic military. Eventually, his father was killed, and it was Aldy's turn to provide for his family, which consisted of his mother, grandmother, and sister. He had a hard time finding a job. He was fresh out of [place of higher education] at that point, and at the moment, no jobs wanted him to work for them. He didn't have enough time to wait. So far, his family had been living off of money that was used for bills, and if that was used on food, then bills couldn't be paid. So he enlisted in the Republic military. He passed Basic training and scored high on his acuity tests. Within a few years of serving, he was selected to be a Republic Trooper. He specialized in a type of trooper called the Vanguard. Currently, he's stationed on Alderaan.
Appearance:
Age: 23
Race: Human
Force User: (Y/N) N
Republic or Empire: Republic
Personality: Aldy's persistence is often mistaken for stupidity, as if something doesn't work the first time, he tries it again, even if it's life threatening. Despite this, it's not hard to tell that he's strong, physically and mentally. He's always vigilant, even if he's in a cantina on one of the most peaceful planets in the galaxy.
Backstory: Aldy was born on Ord Mantell, years before the separatist rebellion even began. His family survived on credits that his father earned while in the Republic military. Eventually, his father was killed, and it was Aldy's turn to provide for his family, which consisted of his mother, grandmother, and sister. He had a hard time finding a job. He was fresh out of [place of higher education] at that point, and at the moment, no jobs wanted him to work for them. He didn't have enough time to wait. So far, his family had been living off of money that was used for bills, and if that was used on food, then bills couldn't be paid. So he enlisted in the Republic military. He passed Basic training and scored high on his acuity tests. Within a few years of serving, he was selected to be a Republic Trooper. He specialized in a type of trooper called the Vanguard. Currently, he's stationed on Alderaan.
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ShadyBlaze
Awesomeness Prophet
Name: Marius LeKern aka Lord Asipra (Purge in the Sith Language http://wiki.starsidergalaxy.com/index.php?title=Sith_language )
Age: 22
Race: Human
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Darkside
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality: Marius is a most unique Sith Lord, spending his free time relaxing at public venues for all people thinking he is a laid back Sith but to those who know him closely, he is a calculated Lord, cold as the ice on Hoth when it comes to Battle Tactics and the war against the Republic and the Jedi, only spending his free time at cantinas to gather intelligence and seeing if any spies have made it to Dromund Kaas or whatever Sith aligned planet he is located on, Marius most say has the intelligence and the fierceness of a Nexu stalking it's prey when he sees something that interests him
Backstory: Being born on Nar Shaddaa, Marius always thought he was rather unique compared to his family and friends, his thoughts were confirmed when a passing Sith Lord felt him in the force and while spending time with Marius was able to persuade him to abandon his family and friends and join the Sith Empire, when Marius arrived to Korriban to begin his training even though he received a small amount from Lord Krecziza, mainly how to connect to the force and a little of melee combat which Marius to a liking too.
Marius quickly climbed the ranks of the Sith Acolyte Leader becoming the favorite of the Overseers and the most promising among the Lords looking for Apprentices, during his last trial where the remaining acolytes were each taken to a different part of a tomb blindfolded and told to either escape the tomb and it's creatues as well as it's traps or kill every creature and acolyte in the tomb and be the last one standing, Marius thought about the two ways of winning the trial then grinned, he decided to destroy everything, if the other Acolytes couldn't survive than they had no reason to become Sith, so he did indeed slaughter each and every creature and Acolyte, some of them begging for mercy, some of them were a decent challenge especially the ones who decided to team up after hearing the screams of death coming from all around them, after a few hours of slaughter Marius, a Twi'lek and a Cathar were all that was left in the trial with bodies on the ground around them, Marius looked calm yet calculating as he stared at the twi'lek then the cathar while the Cathar and Twi'lek put on brave faces, nodding to each other they dashed toward Marius with the force behind them pushing them forward with surprising speed, Marius quickly blocks their strikes with his dual blood red sabers, twirling them around as the two tried for another strike then a slash, Marius continues blocking until he finds an opening, finally a few minutes later he finds it and parries, spinning with a back kick to the twi'lek's stomach knocking the air out of her and knocking her back as he twirls a saber a lobs the cathar's head off then dashes forward and stabs his other saber into the twi'lek's heart as she tried to regain her breath, thus ending the trial as Marius calmly walked out of the tomb deactivating his sabers as he strolls to the Academy, meeting the one who brought him to Korriban Lord Krecziza in the process who took him on as his apprentice, years later Krecziza is now a Darth and Marius is now Lord Asipra and continues to slowly gain power within the Sith Empire.
Appearance:
and then when he wears his battle armor
Age: 22
Race: Human
Force User: (Y/N) Y
if yes:
Dark Side or Light Side: Darkside
Republic or Empire: Empire
Personality: Marius is a most unique Sith Lord, spending his free time relaxing at public venues for all people thinking he is a laid back Sith but to those who know him closely, he is a calculated Lord, cold as the ice on Hoth when it comes to Battle Tactics and the war against the Republic and the Jedi, only spending his free time at cantinas to gather intelligence and seeing if any spies have made it to Dromund Kaas or whatever Sith aligned planet he is located on, Marius most say has the intelligence and the fierceness of a Nexu stalking it's prey when he sees something that interests him
Backstory: Being born on Nar Shaddaa, Marius always thought he was rather unique compared to his family and friends, his thoughts were confirmed when a passing Sith Lord felt him in the force and while spending time with Marius was able to persuade him to abandon his family and friends and join the Sith Empire, when Marius arrived to Korriban to begin his training even though he received a small amount from Lord Krecziza, mainly how to connect to the force and a little of melee combat which Marius to a liking too.
Marius quickly climbed the ranks of the Sith Acolyte Leader becoming the favorite of the Overseers and the most promising among the Lords looking for Apprentices, during his last trial where the remaining acolytes were each taken to a different part of a tomb blindfolded and told to either escape the tomb and it's creatues as well as it's traps or kill every creature and acolyte in the tomb and be the last one standing, Marius thought about the two ways of winning the trial then grinned, he decided to destroy everything, if the other Acolytes couldn't survive than they had no reason to become Sith, so he did indeed slaughter each and every creature and Acolyte, some of them begging for mercy, some of them were a decent challenge especially the ones who decided to team up after hearing the screams of death coming from all around them, after a few hours of slaughter Marius, a Twi'lek and a Cathar were all that was left in the trial with bodies on the ground around them, Marius looked calm yet calculating as he stared at the twi'lek then the cathar while the Cathar and Twi'lek put on brave faces, nodding to each other they dashed toward Marius with the force behind them pushing them forward with surprising speed, Marius quickly blocks their strikes with his dual blood red sabers, twirling them around as the two tried for another strike then a slash, Marius continues blocking until he finds an opening, finally a few minutes later he finds it and parries, spinning with a back kick to the twi'lek's stomach knocking the air out of her and knocking her back as he twirls a saber a lobs the cathar's head off then dashes forward and stabs his other saber into the twi'lek's heart as she tried to regain her breath, thus ending the trial as Marius calmly walked out of the tomb deactivating his sabers as he strolls to the Academy, meeting the one who brought him to Korriban Lord Krecziza in the process who took him on as his apprentice, years later Krecziza is now a Darth and Marius is now Lord Asipra and continues to slowly gain power within the Sith Empire.
Appearance:
and then when he wears his battle armor