Post by CaptainBonkers on Oct 2, 2015 4:37:24 GMT -5
Name: Ardeth Morren
Race: Human
Age: 32
Birthplace: Muunilist
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status:Sith Assassin
Rank: Sith Knight
Height/Weight: 5'7'' / 169 lbs
Appearance:
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At a quick glance Ardeth isn't particularly impressive sight. At five feet seven he isn't exactly a towering presence and his wiry build doesn't do much to help it. Ardeth usually appears relaxed and indifferent towards his surroundings which tends to fool less experienced observers to think that he isn't paying much of attention what is happening around him. A more experienced and keener pair of eyes will quickly realize that is exactly what Ardeth wants you to think.
If one take a closer look at Ardeth, there is far more to him than it would appear at first. Underneath his relaxed stance Ardeth is akin to a coiled spring, ready to take action immediately if the need arises. Many unsuspecting enemies have made the mistake of assuming that Ardeth was unaware of them trying to sneak up on him, when in reality he had been subtly keeping an eye on them for a while. Ardeth himself is a hard target to spot if he decides he does not wish to be seen. Moving silently has become something of a habit of his and these days Ardeth walks quite quietly even when he isn't actively trying to remain undetected.
Despite adhering to the standardized Sith Lord color scheme Ardeth isn't big on robes, preferring to wear well fitting clothes and light armor that are hard to grab in a fight and won't get stuck into things with sharp or rough edges. He might wear a cloak outside for protection against the weather but as soon as things go pear shaped and lightsabers come out he will ditch it.
Personality: Ardeth is somewhat aloof personality, who prefers self-reliance over teamwork. The closest he ever comes to being genuinely friendly is being professional and polite. He is fully capable of feigning friendliness if necessary but generally doesn't consider it worth his time. Same goes for most empty pleasantries and platitudes: Ardeth rarely bothers with them and thus often comes off as rather blunt.
Ardeth's guiding principle in life is pragmatism. He will always pick the most efficient way to do something, even if said approach is far from honorable. In his opinion fair play and honor are for suckers and victory wipes away any shame. Ardeth's attitude can be best seen in the way he fights. His style lacks any unnecessary flourishes beyond the occasional taunting salute designed to annoy his opponent and he will employ every dirty trick in the book in an effort to win. That is, if Ardeth isn't playing with his opponent, a habit that is generally reserved only for people who are clearly inferior to him in terms of skill but do not realize it yet.
To some Ardeth comes off arrogant, though this is a by-product of his nigh absolute confidence to his own abilities. While he doesn't go around declaring his own superiority, Ardeth does often act condescendingly towards people he considers his inferiors. Towards his superiors Ardeth acts with an appropriate amount of courtesy and deference but adamantly avoids acting servile towards them. He knows that for now he is a tool for those above in the hierarchy of the Order but he intends to be one that has to be carefully wielded lest it cause serious harm to the wielder.
Ships/Vehicles:
NA
Equipment:
Two Red Lightsabers
Echani fiber armor
Stats:
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Adept
Telepathic- Apprentice
Body- Expert
Sense- Adept
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Novice
Combat Training:
Unarmed Combat - Adept
Sokan - Adept
Force Training:
Force Stealth - Expert
Force Camouflage - Adept
Other Training:
Freerunning - Expert
Slicing - Apprentice
Stealth - Expert
Climbing - Adept
Languages - Galactic basic - Fluent, Huttese - Conversational
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Ataru- Expert
Niman- Adept
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Expert
Other Notable:
Naturally Ambidextrous
Biography: Ardeth was born with nothing. He never knew his father's name and his mother he knew only as a name on his case file. Apparently she had never wanted a child and had dumped Ardeth into the system as soon as he was born. That was where he grew up, in the system. Ardeth was one of those unfortunate cases that never got adopted and spent his childhood mostly in orphanages and foster homes. Neither were ever good. Muunilist orphanages were low on funding and overcrowded, so the discipline was abysmal. This gave the older kids room they needed to do as they pleased with the younger kids and theft was rampant. If you wanted something you had to take it: bartering got you nowhere. Foster Homes weren't any better: the people Ardeth was shipped off to rarely cared much and those who did were put off by his habit of stealing things from them. Ardeth was usually returned in few months.
This was the vicious cycle Ardeth grew up in. He grew up knowing that there were three ways of surviving in this kind of life: being invisible, being fast and getting out. He quickly mastered the two first strategies and around the time he was ten he began to plot the third. He had had it with the life in the orphanages and foster homes. He wanted out. However, getting out was easier said than done.
Ardeth harbored no illusions of ever being adopted, so the only way he would ever get out before his eighteenth birth day was to run away. Running away required resources if he wanted to survive beyond couple of nights. Credits to be exact. Credits Ardeth didn't have. All the kids in the orphanage got a few credits every month but saving that up to a sum large enough was going to take more time than turning eighteen. He needed an alternative way to make money. Or rather, he needed to scale up his current alternative method of making money, namely stealing from other the kids.
It took Ardeth months of careful petty thievery to collect enough credits to last more than couple of days out there. He wasn't exactly sure what he would do once he was out but he knew that anything had to be better than what he had right now. Even if things were tougher out there at least he would be free of the other kids and the staff. He had no real friends there, being rotated in and out of foster homes had seen to that. One night Ardeth launched his rather simple plan. One night, while everyone was at sleep, Ardeth got up and quietly retrieved his ill-gotten money and equipment from where he had stashed them. He then proceeded to sneak out. No one noticed his disappearance until morning and by then Ardeth was well out of their reach. He wasn't going back there.
Living on his own turned out to be much tougher than Ardeth could have ever imagined. The money he had saved didn't last for long and he was often forced to sleep in places that weren't designed for sleeping. However, he refused to go crawling back. Ardeth had made up his mind and would rather crash and burn than return begging for forgiveness. He would just have to adapt. When his money savings ran out, Ardeth returned to thieving. Picking pockets and shoplifting became daily routine for him but it was an unsustainable way to live. He managed to avoid capture for a while by either being quick and agile or by going unnoticed by other people but there was a nagging feeling telling him that his good luck couldn't last forever. Fortunately for Ardeth luck was on his side for long enough.
About a year into his post-orphanage life, Ardeth ran into a former Jedi Shadow, an Echani named Findon Haas, who sensed Ardeth's connection to the Force and saw in him someone he could train to follow in his footsteps. Haas was model example of a man who had fought monsters for too long and turned into one himself without ever noticing. He never revealed Ardeth whether or not he quit the Jedi order or was expulsed. Listening him talk suggested the former one, though. The way he ranted about the Jedi being unwilling to do what was necessary to truly correct what was wrong with the Galaxy was nothing short of obsessive hatred. It didn't stick to Ardeth though, at least not in the way Haas had hoped. Philosophy didn't interest Ardeth: he was more interested about the combat training and learning the ways of the Force as he saw them as a way out of the gutter.
Much of Haas training built upon a foundation Ardeth was already somewhat familiar with. Stealth and speed had been keys to survival in the streets but what Haas taught to Ardeth went beyond simple sneaking and running really fast. The former Shadow taught him how to blend into ones environment, how to move in the shadows and use them to disappear. Haas also taught Ardeth how to move in a way that exploited the advantages his environment and wasn't slowed too much by the obstacles in his way. Ardeth was a quick study and enjoyed learning.
Combat training Haas designed around what he perceived as Ardeth's strengths, speed and ambidexterity. They began with Shii-cho form, but soon as soon as Ardeth had solid enough grasp of the first form Haas moved teaching him Niman and Ataru, two forms he himself was quite formidable with. From Niman Ardeth eventually made the leap to the dual wield form of Jar-kai, where his ambidexterity gave him a slight leg up in learning. Alongside of lightsaber combat, Haas taught Ardeth hand to hand combat and the principles of Sokan. He wanted his apprentice to know how to defend himself even if he became disarmed and how to exploit one's surroundings in a fight.
While Ardeth was quick to learn physical skills, he wasn't as fast when it came to learning the ways of the Force. At first Haas was patient but when Ardeth's progress wasn't as fast as he had hoped he became annoyed and began punishing everything he considered sloppiness or laziness. However, while Ardeth's learning was slow at first, once he got the basics down he began learning faster. He appeared to have a natural flair towards augmenting his own physical abilities with the Force and it was the aspect he enjoyed learning the most. The feeling of having the Force coursing through your body, making you faster and stronger was something truly wonderful to him. But while Ardeth might have been content concentrate solely on mastering this aspect of the Force, Haas demanded he also work on his senses and how to use the Force to telekinetically manipulate objects around him and so Ardeth did. Once he had reached sufficiently advanced level in using the Force, Haas deemed him ready to learn tow techniques he himself considered absolutely critical, The Force Stealth and Force Camouflage. Bothe skills were rigorously drilled until Ardeth had reached what his master considered the minimum standard: being able to hide one's alignment and make one's presence in the Force blurry and smaller with the Force Stealth and making oneself nigh invisible in the shadows with the Force Camouflage. In Light Ardeth was only slightly transparent.
After several years hard of training, Haas considered Ardeth skilled enough to take him along when he went hunting for 'darksiders' and other 'evil' people the Jedi 'weren't willing to confront' across various planets. Ardeth followed him but slowly began resenting his master's hypocrisy. Watching him work it was clear that he was as corrupted by the Dark Side of the Force as the people he went after, if not more. He also failed to convince Ardeth why these people needed to die. It wasn't that he objected killing, Ardeth had no problems with that aspect of their work. He just failed to see what they got out of it. Potentially helping people out of the goodness of their own hearts or because killing 'bad people' satisfied some need of his master wasn't good enough of a reason for Ardeth.
As the years rolled on, Ardeth's skills grew with the experience he gained venturing with his master but so did his dislike towards Haas who began slowly slipping into a Dark Side induced madness while remaining in denial of his own fall. Finally Ardeth couldn't bear to be around his master's ranting and raving. It had come time for him to leave his tutelage and strike out on his own. After all, he had been Haas' student for about seventeen years and it was more than likely that the man had already taught him everything he knew. Therefore there was nothing to be gained by sticking with the man who was obviously going insane and would likely do something astoundingly stupid sooner or later. So he gathered his possessions and left. However, Haas didn't allow him to leave so easily.
Ardeth's master gave chase and found him soon after Ardeth's departure, confronting him in a shuttle terminal on Muunilist. He demanded and then begged him to return, foaming about how together they could stop the evils of the Galaxy and how by deserting him Ardeth was letting the Dark Side win. Ardeth stayed adamant and when Haas realized that his apprentice wouldn't be returning, he drew his lightsaber and charged his former pupil. Ardeth pulled his sabers he had gotten from Haas and defended himself. It was a long and arduous fight. Haas had more experience and was powered by the Dark Side of the Force but Ardeth was younger, faster and wielded two blades instead of just one. Skillwise they were nigh equal and knew each other's strengths and weaknesses thoroughly. In the end Ardeth defeated Haas with guile by distracting him while using the Force to activate a swoopbike parked behind Haas' back and getting out of the way when it rammed Haas. However this didn't mean the end for the day's action as the local authorities swooped in to contain the situation.
At first they thought two Sith Lords had been settling a score out in the public, but when they realized Ardeth wasn't a member of the Order, they called in reinforcements from the Imperial Security and the Sith order and placed him under arrest. Not liking his odds against a dozen riot cops, a handful of well trained agents and a Sith Lord, Ardeth decided to come quietly figuring he could easily escape later on. Slicing security had been among the skills Haas had taught him and Ardeth thought it unlikely that the holding cells of the local precinct would have state of the art security systems. Only he wasn't taken to the holding of a local precinct. He was immediately hauled onto a shuttle to Korriban and given a choice by the Sith Lord who's helped capture him: join the Sith or take a walk in space. Unarmed, handcuffed and faced with unfavorable numbers Ardeth picked survival.
He spent only a short while among the initiates on Korriban, just long enough for those who decided advancement to ascertain his abilities and training. He was then moved to the ranks of the Sith Knights but held on Korriban for some 'remedial' training that ensured that Ardeth knew leaving the Order was impossible and would result in a fate worse than death, while serving it willingly and faithfully would be greatly rewarded and would bring power to him. At first Ardeth was skeptical but eventually was won over by the promise of power. As soon as the Order was convinced he could be trusted, he was deployed as a Sith Assassin against the enemies of the Order, which is where he has spent the last couple of years.
Roleplay Sample: The term paranoid was the best term to describe Cavdo's apartment. It had enough security technology on its walls to fill the needs of an Imperial Prison camp, the wall were reinforced with plaststeel and the whole floor was filled to the brim with fridge sized mooks armed to the teeth. To most normal assassins the place would have been practically unassailable but then again average assassins didn't come armed with lightsabers and the ability to use the Force.
Sure the security on the lower levels was tight too but whomever had been planning the building's security hadn't taken into account the possibility of someone cutting through the floor with a lightsaber. All Ardeth had had to do was get on the floor below Cavdo's apartment floor and then find a good place to cut a hole into the roof, climb through and kill Cavdo. He was currently on the second phase of that plan.
The red blade slowly cut through the thick metal, sending sparks and drops of molten metal flying and forcing Ardeth to use the Force to keep them off of him. He had picked the spot for his hole carefully. Once finished it would lead him into a storage room two doors down from Cavdo's oversized but windowless bedroom. It was as close one could get without being noticed immediately. If he was lucky he might be able to neutralize the guards outside the bedroom before they could alarm the others but it was highly likely that the security cameras would spot Ardeth immediately when he left the storage room. Speed was of the essence here.
Attacking Cavdo at his home was far from ideal but since the crime lord had to die before he had a chance to make his deal with the Republic Ardeth was out of options. It was obvious that the man intended to hide in his apartment until it was time for the meeting and Ardeth knew he wouldn't be able to take on the convoy that would be taking Cavdo to where ever the meeting was to be held. So this was the only way to kill the man, as undesirable as it was as an approach.
The hole was finally ready. Ardeth floated the piece of waste metal quietly on the floor and jumped through the hole. He had calculated right: he was indeed in the storage room. It was a small one, dimly lit and the shelves on the walls filled with the kind of equipment you didn't talk about in polite company. Some of the stuff still had blood on them and the owner of the collection seemed to really liked pliers. Ardeth let out a faint chuckle: he knew bunch of would be inquisitors back at the Academy who would have loved to get their hands on this stuff.
Ignoring the contents of the room he snuck over to the door, quietly pressed his ear against the door and concentrated. He could sense the guards in the corridor and three other presences in the bedroom. So Cavdo had company. No matter. Whom ever they were, they were as dead as Cavdo once Ardeth got in. Everything depended on speed. Ardeth needed to kill the guards without a fight, break through the bedroom door, kill Cavdo & co. and exit before he got mobbed by the hired guns. Just an average katunda then.
Ardeth leaned back and grabbed his lightsabers. He concentrated once again, calling the Force into his service to augment his physical abilities and to hide him from the eyes of his enemies. Then he pushed the door with Force, ripping it off of its frame and sending it flying into the corridor. Before Cavdo's goons outside had a chance to react, Ardeth followed suit. The first of them, a large nikto, didn't have a chance to even reach his weapon. As soon as Ardeth could see him, he threw one of his sabers and pierced the nikto's chest with it. The weequay next to the nikto managed a little better, but only a little. He actually manged to get his gun out before Ardeth's saber cut through his torso.
The Sith Assassin didn't stop to admire his own handiwork and after retrieving his lightsaber from the nikto's chest got to work with the bedroom door. It was a reinforced security door but this model had one weakness. The lock was a physical set of tumblers that opened when the correct code was entered. It took only few seconds of his precious time to reach out with the Force and move all the tumblers to the open position. Then Ardeth was free to slide the door open and lunged inside.
Race: Human
Age: 32
Birthplace: Muunilist
Allegiance: Sith Order
Status:Sith Assassin
Rank: Sith Knight
Height/Weight: 5'7'' / 169 lbs
Appearance:
At a quick glance Ardeth isn't particularly impressive sight. At five feet seven he isn't exactly a towering presence and his wiry build doesn't do much to help it. Ardeth usually appears relaxed and indifferent towards his surroundings which tends to fool less experienced observers to think that he isn't paying much of attention what is happening around him. A more experienced and keener pair of eyes will quickly realize that is exactly what Ardeth wants you to think.
If one take a closer look at Ardeth, there is far more to him than it would appear at first. Underneath his relaxed stance Ardeth is akin to a coiled spring, ready to take action immediately if the need arises. Many unsuspecting enemies have made the mistake of assuming that Ardeth was unaware of them trying to sneak up on him, when in reality he had been subtly keeping an eye on them for a while. Ardeth himself is a hard target to spot if he decides he does not wish to be seen. Moving silently has become something of a habit of his and these days Ardeth walks quite quietly even when he isn't actively trying to remain undetected.
Despite adhering to the standardized Sith Lord color scheme Ardeth isn't big on robes, preferring to wear well fitting clothes and light armor that are hard to grab in a fight and won't get stuck into things with sharp or rough edges. He might wear a cloak outside for protection against the weather but as soon as things go pear shaped and lightsabers come out he will ditch it.
Personality: Ardeth is somewhat aloof personality, who prefers self-reliance over teamwork. The closest he ever comes to being genuinely friendly is being professional and polite. He is fully capable of feigning friendliness if necessary but generally doesn't consider it worth his time. Same goes for most empty pleasantries and platitudes: Ardeth rarely bothers with them and thus often comes off as rather blunt.
Ardeth's guiding principle in life is pragmatism. He will always pick the most efficient way to do something, even if said approach is far from honorable. In his opinion fair play and honor are for suckers and victory wipes away any shame. Ardeth's attitude can be best seen in the way he fights. His style lacks any unnecessary flourishes beyond the occasional taunting salute designed to annoy his opponent and he will employ every dirty trick in the book in an effort to win. That is, if Ardeth isn't playing with his opponent, a habit that is generally reserved only for people who are clearly inferior to him in terms of skill but do not realize it yet.
To some Ardeth comes off arrogant, though this is a by-product of his nigh absolute confidence to his own abilities. While he doesn't go around declaring his own superiority, Ardeth does often act condescendingly towards people he considers his inferiors. Towards his superiors Ardeth acts with an appropriate amount of courtesy and deference but adamantly avoids acting servile towards them. He knows that for now he is a tool for those above in the hierarchy of the Order but he intends to be one that has to be carefully wielded lest it cause serious harm to the wielder.
Ships/Vehicles:
NA
Equipment:
Two Red Lightsabers
Echani fiber armor
Stats:
Strength - Above Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence - Above Average
Charisma - Average
Force Stats:
Telekinetic- Adept
Telepathic- Apprentice
Body- Expert
Sense- Adept
Protection- Apprentice
Healing:– Unskilled
Destruction– Novice
Combat Training:
Unarmed Combat - Adept
Sokan - Adept
Force Training:
Force Stealth - Expert
Force Camouflage - Adept
Other Training:
Freerunning - Expert
Slicing - Apprentice
Stealth - Expert
Climbing - Adept
Languages - Galactic basic - Fluent, Huttese - Conversational
Lightsaber Training:
Shii-Cho- Adept
Ataru- Expert
Niman- Adept
>>Sub-form Jar-kai- Expert
Other Notable:
Naturally Ambidextrous
Biography: Ardeth was born with nothing. He never knew his father's name and his mother he knew only as a name on his case file. Apparently she had never wanted a child and had dumped Ardeth into the system as soon as he was born. That was where he grew up, in the system. Ardeth was one of those unfortunate cases that never got adopted and spent his childhood mostly in orphanages and foster homes. Neither were ever good. Muunilist orphanages were low on funding and overcrowded, so the discipline was abysmal. This gave the older kids room they needed to do as they pleased with the younger kids and theft was rampant. If you wanted something you had to take it: bartering got you nowhere. Foster Homes weren't any better: the people Ardeth was shipped off to rarely cared much and those who did were put off by his habit of stealing things from them. Ardeth was usually returned in few months.
This was the vicious cycle Ardeth grew up in. He grew up knowing that there were three ways of surviving in this kind of life: being invisible, being fast and getting out. He quickly mastered the two first strategies and around the time he was ten he began to plot the third. He had had it with the life in the orphanages and foster homes. He wanted out. However, getting out was easier said than done.
Ardeth harbored no illusions of ever being adopted, so the only way he would ever get out before his eighteenth birth day was to run away. Running away required resources if he wanted to survive beyond couple of nights. Credits to be exact. Credits Ardeth didn't have. All the kids in the orphanage got a few credits every month but saving that up to a sum large enough was going to take more time than turning eighteen. He needed an alternative way to make money. Or rather, he needed to scale up his current alternative method of making money, namely stealing from other the kids.
It took Ardeth months of careful petty thievery to collect enough credits to last more than couple of days out there. He wasn't exactly sure what he would do once he was out but he knew that anything had to be better than what he had right now. Even if things were tougher out there at least he would be free of the other kids and the staff. He had no real friends there, being rotated in and out of foster homes had seen to that. One night Ardeth launched his rather simple plan. One night, while everyone was at sleep, Ardeth got up and quietly retrieved his ill-gotten money and equipment from where he had stashed them. He then proceeded to sneak out. No one noticed his disappearance until morning and by then Ardeth was well out of their reach. He wasn't going back there.
Living on his own turned out to be much tougher than Ardeth could have ever imagined. The money he had saved didn't last for long and he was often forced to sleep in places that weren't designed for sleeping. However, he refused to go crawling back. Ardeth had made up his mind and would rather crash and burn than return begging for forgiveness. He would just have to adapt. When his money savings ran out, Ardeth returned to thieving. Picking pockets and shoplifting became daily routine for him but it was an unsustainable way to live. He managed to avoid capture for a while by either being quick and agile or by going unnoticed by other people but there was a nagging feeling telling him that his good luck couldn't last forever. Fortunately for Ardeth luck was on his side for long enough.
About a year into his post-orphanage life, Ardeth ran into a former Jedi Shadow, an Echani named Findon Haas, who sensed Ardeth's connection to the Force and saw in him someone he could train to follow in his footsteps. Haas was model example of a man who had fought monsters for too long and turned into one himself without ever noticing. He never revealed Ardeth whether or not he quit the Jedi order or was expulsed. Listening him talk suggested the former one, though. The way he ranted about the Jedi being unwilling to do what was necessary to truly correct what was wrong with the Galaxy was nothing short of obsessive hatred. It didn't stick to Ardeth though, at least not in the way Haas had hoped. Philosophy didn't interest Ardeth: he was more interested about the combat training and learning the ways of the Force as he saw them as a way out of the gutter.
Much of Haas training built upon a foundation Ardeth was already somewhat familiar with. Stealth and speed had been keys to survival in the streets but what Haas taught to Ardeth went beyond simple sneaking and running really fast. The former Shadow taught him how to blend into ones environment, how to move in the shadows and use them to disappear. Haas also taught Ardeth how to move in a way that exploited the advantages his environment and wasn't slowed too much by the obstacles in his way. Ardeth was a quick study and enjoyed learning.
Combat training Haas designed around what he perceived as Ardeth's strengths, speed and ambidexterity. They began with Shii-cho form, but soon as soon as Ardeth had solid enough grasp of the first form Haas moved teaching him Niman and Ataru, two forms he himself was quite formidable with. From Niman Ardeth eventually made the leap to the dual wield form of Jar-kai, where his ambidexterity gave him a slight leg up in learning. Alongside of lightsaber combat, Haas taught Ardeth hand to hand combat and the principles of Sokan. He wanted his apprentice to know how to defend himself even if he became disarmed and how to exploit one's surroundings in a fight.
While Ardeth was quick to learn physical skills, he wasn't as fast when it came to learning the ways of the Force. At first Haas was patient but when Ardeth's progress wasn't as fast as he had hoped he became annoyed and began punishing everything he considered sloppiness or laziness. However, while Ardeth's learning was slow at first, once he got the basics down he began learning faster. He appeared to have a natural flair towards augmenting his own physical abilities with the Force and it was the aspect he enjoyed learning the most. The feeling of having the Force coursing through your body, making you faster and stronger was something truly wonderful to him. But while Ardeth might have been content concentrate solely on mastering this aspect of the Force, Haas demanded he also work on his senses and how to use the Force to telekinetically manipulate objects around him and so Ardeth did. Once he had reached sufficiently advanced level in using the Force, Haas deemed him ready to learn tow techniques he himself considered absolutely critical, The Force Stealth and Force Camouflage. Bothe skills were rigorously drilled until Ardeth had reached what his master considered the minimum standard: being able to hide one's alignment and make one's presence in the Force blurry and smaller with the Force Stealth and making oneself nigh invisible in the shadows with the Force Camouflage. In Light Ardeth was only slightly transparent.
After several years hard of training, Haas considered Ardeth skilled enough to take him along when he went hunting for 'darksiders' and other 'evil' people the Jedi 'weren't willing to confront' across various planets. Ardeth followed him but slowly began resenting his master's hypocrisy. Watching him work it was clear that he was as corrupted by the Dark Side of the Force as the people he went after, if not more. He also failed to convince Ardeth why these people needed to die. It wasn't that he objected killing, Ardeth had no problems with that aspect of their work. He just failed to see what they got out of it. Potentially helping people out of the goodness of their own hearts or because killing 'bad people' satisfied some need of his master wasn't good enough of a reason for Ardeth.
As the years rolled on, Ardeth's skills grew with the experience he gained venturing with his master but so did his dislike towards Haas who began slowly slipping into a Dark Side induced madness while remaining in denial of his own fall. Finally Ardeth couldn't bear to be around his master's ranting and raving. It had come time for him to leave his tutelage and strike out on his own. After all, he had been Haas' student for about seventeen years and it was more than likely that the man had already taught him everything he knew. Therefore there was nothing to be gained by sticking with the man who was obviously going insane and would likely do something astoundingly stupid sooner or later. So he gathered his possessions and left. However, Haas didn't allow him to leave so easily.
Ardeth's master gave chase and found him soon after Ardeth's departure, confronting him in a shuttle terminal on Muunilist. He demanded and then begged him to return, foaming about how together they could stop the evils of the Galaxy and how by deserting him Ardeth was letting the Dark Side win. Ardeth stayed adamant and when Haas realized that his apprentice wouldn't be returning, he drew his lightsaber and charged his former pupil. Ardeth pulled his sabers he had gotten from Haas and defended himself. It was a long and arduous fight. Haas had more experience and was powered by the Dark Side of the Force but Ardeth was younger, faster and wielded two blades instead of just one. Skillwise they were nigh equal and knew each other's strengths and weaknesses thoroughly. In the end Ardeth defeated Haas with guile by distracting him while using the Force to activate a swoopbike parked behind Haas' back and getting out of the way when it rammed Haas. However this didn't mean the end for the day's action as the local authorities swooped in to contain the situation.
At first they thought two Sith Lords had been settling a score out in the public, but when they realized Ardeth wasn't a member of the Order, they called in reinforcements from the Imperial Security and the Sith order and placed him under arrest. Not liking his odds against a dozen riot cops, a handful of well trained agents and a Sith Lord, Ardeth decided to come quietly figuring he could easily escape later on. Slicing security had been among the skills Haas had taught him and Ardeth thought it unlikely that the holding cells of the local precinct would have state of the art security systems. Only he wasn't taken to the holding of a local precinct. He was immediately hauled onto a shuttle to Korriban and given a choice by the Sith Lord who's helped capture him: join the Sith or take a walk in space. Unarmed, handcuffed and faced with unfavorable numbers Ardeth picked survival.
He spent only a short while among the initiates on Korriban, just long enough for those who decided advancement to ascertain his abilities and training. He was then moved to the ranks of the Sith Knights but held on Korriban for some 'remedial' training that ensured that Ardeth knew leaving the Order was impossible and would result in a fate worse than death, while serving it willingly and faithfully would be greatly rewarded and would bring power to him. At first Ardeth was skeptical but eventually was won over by the promise of power. As soon as the Order was convinced he could be trusted, he was deployed as a Sith Assassin against the enemies of the Order, which is where he has spent the last couple of years.
Roleplay Sample: The term paranoid was the best term to describe Cavdo's apartment. It had enough security technology on its walls to fill the needs of an Imperial Prison camp, the wall were reinforced with plaststeel and the whole floor was filled to the brim with fridge sized mooks armed to the teeth. To most normal assassins the place would have been practically unassailable but then again average assassins didn't come armed with lightsabers and the ability to use the Force.
Sure the security on the lower levels was tight too but whomever had been planning the building's security hadn't taken into account the possibility of someone cutting through the floor with a lightsaber. All Ardeth had had to do was get on the floor below Cavdo's apartment floor and then find a good place to cut a hole into the roof, climb through and kill Cavdo. He was currently on the second phase of that plan.
The red blade slowly cut through the thick metal, sending sparks and drops of molten metal flying and forcing Ardeth to use the Force to keep them off of him. He had picked the spot for his hole carefully. Once finished it would lead him into a storage room two doors down from Cavdo's oversized but windowless bedroom. It was as close one could get without being noticed immediately. If he was lucky he might be able to neutralize the guards outside the bedroom before they could alarm the others but it was highly likely that the security cameras would spot Ardeth immediately when he left the storage room. Speed was of the essence here.
Attacking Cavdo at his home was far from ideal but since the crime lord had to die before he had a chance to make his deal with the Republic Ardeth was out of options. It was obvious that the man intended to hide in his apartment until it was time for the meeting and Ardeth knew he wouldn't be able to take on the convoy that would be taking Cavdo to where ever the meeting was to be held. So this was the only way to kill the man, as undesirable as it was as an approach.
The hole was finally ready. Ardeth floated the piece of waste metal quietly on the floor and jumped through the hole. He had calculated right: he was indeed in the storage room. It was a small one, dimly lit and the shelves on the walls filled with the kind of equipment you didn't talk about in polite company. Some of the stuff still had blood on them and the owner of the collection seemed to really liked pliers. Ardeth let out a faint chuckle: he knew bunch of would be inquisitors back at the Academy who would have loved to get their hands on this stuff.
Ignoring the contents of the room he snuck over to the door, quietly pressed his ear against the door and concentrated. He could sense the guards in the corridor and three other presences in the bedroom. So Cavdo had company. No matter. Whom ever they were, they were as dead as Cavdo once Ardeth got in. Everything depended on speed. Ardeth needed to kill the guards without a fight, break through the bedroom door, kill Cavdo & co. and exit before he got mobbed by the hired guns. Just an average katunda then.
Ardeth leaned back and grabbed his lightsabers. He concentrated once again, calling the Force into his service to augment his physical abilities and to hide him from the eyes of his enemies. Then he pushed the door with Force, ripping it off of its frame and sending it flying into the corridor. Before Cavdo's goons outside had a chance to react, Ardeth followed suit. The first of them, a large nikto, didn't have a chance to even reach his weapon. As soon as Ardeth could see him, he threw one of his sabers and pierced the nikto's chest with it. The weequay next to the nikto managed a little better, but only a little. He actually manged to get his gun out before Ardeth's saber cut through his torso.
The Sith Assassin didn't stop to admire his own handiwork and after retrieving his lightsaber from the nikto's chest got to work with the bedroom door. It was a reinforced security door but this model had one weakness. The lock was a physical set of tumblers that opened when the correct code was entered. It took only few seconds of his precious time to reach out with the Force and move all the tumblers to the open position. Then Ardeth was free to slide the door open and lunged inside.
