Post by liamkrupej on Jul 8, 2010 11:10:31 GMT -5
Name: Invidious- Abu Terra
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: 75 kg- 170 pounds
Appearance: Invidious has the look of a grizzled war veteran, and would not look out of place among a band of seasoned mercenaries. Stocky and thick-knecked, he fills out well in his black Jedi robe- wearing it with a comfortable manner that suggests he has done for quite some time. His hair is cropped short, black flicks of youth still lingering amongst the steely grey. His eyes are a cold blue, and stare with a determined hardness- but sometimes he stares with a dull pain in them, the pain of a warrior. A brutal scar arcs from the corner of his left eye, ripping down through his cheek until it tickles the corner of his mouth. His left ear is also disfigured, the lobe appearing somewhat chewed. The taint of the dark side upon his features is not so obvious- but it is still there, if you know where to look. A shadow in his eyes perhaps, the weight of his movement. When he grimaces, a predatory likeness comes about him- a wolven likeness.
Personality: Blunt and cynical, Invidious is the kind of man who has very few friends, and does not need them. He is mistrustful of nearly everybody, even old friends, and wears a constant frown upon his furrowed brow. He is a harsh judge and is often swift to anger- although his anger is of a restrained, silent kind, he does not bother to hide it. But beneath the harsh exterior, there is a remnant of what may have once been a good man, but his soul has been twisted by many years of death and killing. He has not fallen as far as most who would call themselves dark Jedi- he would not call himself evil, or even a practitioner of the Dark Side. But he has completely lost faith in the Jedi teachings, and sees them as shamelessly hypocritical and arrogant. The dark side is not a path he walks for the pursuit of power, but because he is disgusted by everything that is Jedi and wishes to rebel. An experienced warrior, he has accumulated many wounds and injuries in his time, many of which have not completely healed- he now relies more on his knowledge of the force than in his martial prowess.
Birth Place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight Prophet
Bio
Born on Coruscant, out of wedlock to a single mother, Abu Terra was one of the many poor children a densely populated world. His mother being only twenty three at the time of his birth, and un-married, she struggled desperately to support an infant and herself. Her intentions were good but, alas, she could not keep him for more than a few months. Cursing herself, she sold him to black market slavers that lurk in the shadier corners of the global metropolis, hoping that, with them, he would at least be fed. She never saw him again.
Barely half a year old, Abu was the property of a Rodian slaver outfit who styled themselves as “ The Red Fang”. His mother’s last hope that he should be treated with a at least with a shred of dignity was ill-founded- he was poorly fed and slept on a cold, steel floor among a dozen other nameless infants. The crime outfit planned to sell him on two another pair of desperate parents who could not have a child of their own and, for whatever reason, could not adopt. After four months in the neglectful care of the Rodians, he was sold to a struggling freighter mechanic and his wife.
This happened to be the glimmer of good fortune in the child’s short life so far. The couple, although willing to trade with Rodians out of desperation for a child, were a caring and loving pair, who looked after Abu as if he were their own flesh and blood. They named him, and taught him, and sheltered him. The rest of his infant years passed in relative peace, and he grew into a young boy. He loved his adopted parents, who never kept his heritage a secret from him- however they told him his mother was a friend who had died and left him in their care. They couldn’t bring themselves to tell him that she had sold him into slavery. Throughout those years, Abu was a friendly and kind-hearted lad. If things had worked out differently, maybe he would have grown up, learning his father’s trade and eventually taking over the family business. Maybe even marrying, and having a family of his own. But the force moves in mysterious ways, and it had plans for young Abu that he could not escape.
Abu’s adopted father was called Herik. He was a good man, kind-hearted and hard-working. But like all men, he had weaknesses. His main one being gambling. Boy, he loved to gamble. He fancied himself a hotshot at pazaak- although, he never one anything. His gambling debts were one of the main reasons his family struggled financially, but he had always managed to keep out of any major bother. But his addiction only got worse. As Abu turned five years of age, Herik has accumulated more than his business’ worth in gambling debt. And he was indebted to the wrong people. Ruthlessly, they came for him, ransacking his home and taking everything of value, assaulting himself and his wife….And taking Abu away, to be sold back into slavery. Fate had him in its clutches once more.
The young boy was terrified. The crime outfit was far beyond the reach of the law- they owned the seedy back streets of Corcuscant and no official dared to step foot in their territory. Well, no normal official. It just so happened that, as a couple of Bothian mercenaries who worked for the outfit were trying to sell Abu to a shady droid manufacturer in an alleyway, a stranger came across them. A man dressed in brown robes. The mercenaries were furious, turning there weapons on the stranger- nobody interrupts their business like that. But Abu remembers marvelling at how the stranger spoke in that soft, reasonable tone- and the mercenaries seemed to calm instantly. He told them that Abu was free. That they should go back to their bosses and tell them the transaction was complete. That they should go now. Immediately, they did everything the stranger asked. Wearied and confused, not to mention terrified, Abu passed out.
And that was when he first met his master to be, Vanen Karr. Master Vanen had been in the back streets of Coruscant on secret Jedi business, and was just leaving when he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to divert off of his path, and stumbled across Abu. Immediately, he sensed something about the boy- and awareness. A sensitivity. The child was force sensitive. The minds of the traders were weak, fuelled only by greed, and easy to manipulate. Sending them on their way, he caught the boy as he passed out and took him with him as he returned to the Jedi temple. And that was how Abu Terra first became associated with the renowned philosophers, warriors and diplomats that called themselves the Jedi.
The child’s sensitivity of the force was undeniable, and he entered the Jedi Temple as a youngling, hoping that one day he would become a Jedi. His remarkable attunement to the force was very impressive, sensing things with uncommon clarity. At the age of thirteen, he was distinguished among his fellows and was taken as a padawan by his rescuer, Vanen Karr. Karr was a renowned guardian, respected for his skill with a lightsaber- but respected even more for his clarity of mind and easy going nature. Well-liked and well-respected, Karr was in an ideal position to train Terra into a powerful Jedi knight. And Abu was the ideal student. At last, for the young padawan, the future seemed bright.
But as the delicate peace maintained in the galaxy began to rock, and troubles sprouted up all across the republic, the Jedi council relied more and more on Vanen Karr, sending him out in all directions in order to assess situations. And often, the situation would be assessed rather aggressively. There was a deep hatred for Jedi in some corners of the republic, and outer worlds, and trouble pursued them constantly. It was in this climate that Abu, now an experienced padawan, was taught by his master. They were on the front lines of intrigue, his master pursuing agents and spies into many unknown territories. Although, Terra was told little of the purpose of their tasks, he quickly began to realise that something wasn’t right. As the years went by, and Karr and his padawan chased all sorts of characters across the galaxy, often running into traps and intrigue, Abu noticed that tensions were getting ever more intense. Something was going to happen.
By the time terra completed his trials and became a Jedi knight, at the age of twenty four, he was a powerful guardian, formidable in melee combat. Many looked upon him, as he stood beside his master, and smiled to themselves as they thought how alike they had become- Terra mimicking his master’s ways, from the way he walked to the way he talked. But almost as soon as Abu was granted his knew rank, he was sent away again alongside Karr, chasing after a Bothian bounty hunter who held vital information. They pursued the elusive Bothian for six months, through many un-chartered systems and wild territories, until they arrived in Nar Shadaa itself. The hunt for the Bothian in that snake’s nest was one fraught with peril- but one that the master and knight were well equal to. In a corner of the smuggler’s moon, after battling their way through a well-laid trap, they interrogated the Bothian. “ Kynan Skar…” Was the name that left the Bothian’s lips. Skar. Little did Terra know that that name would haunt his dreams for years to come.
Kynan Skar was a dark Jedi responsible for the murder of a Jedi master and his apprentice. Powerful, yet impossible to find- Influential, yet untraceable. But the Bothian knew where Skar’s old refuge lay, and that was a start. Karr and Terra followed the Bothian’s instructions to a unknown moon on the outer rim. The planetoid was deserted and utterly lifeless. A desert. But both Jedi sensed something different there. An anger, buried in the sand. The taint of the dark side. Following the Bothian’s instructions, they came across a cave system buried at the feet of jagged mountains. Deeper and deeper they went, their sense of dread increasing with every step. At last, they came across a great network of chambers- a Dark Jedi academy. The knight and the master examined the academy for days, sleeping little and speaking only when hey had to. They recorded everything they could. Wherever Skar was, this was their only link to him- they needed to find a clue to his intentions, his purpose. And hopefully, his whereabouts.
Little did the pair know that they had been followed to the moon by a troop of mercenaries. As they studied in the depths of the academy, their escape route was blocked and they were ambushed. The battle that ensued was the fiercest Terra had ever faced- thirty six experienced soldiers against two Jedi. Two Jedi guardians. After fighting in the dark tunnels for hours, master and his old apprentice managed to cut their way through the mercenaries and get out with as much of their records as possible.
The pursuit of Skar lasted seven whole years, all the while tension was mounting across the Republic. Enemies were every, and the Jedi were stretched in all directions, attempting to unravel the mysteries of the situation. But Karr and Terra were sure that Skar, the murderer, was at their route. Whatever answers could be found they would lie with him. The pair, now very good friends, were dragged through hell and back searching for the elusive practitioner of the dark side. His presence was ever on the corner of Abu’s mind, and when he closed his eyes and listened hard he thought he could hear a cold, mocking laugh. But then he would move and it was gone.
By the time they found Skar, who had fled to yet another desolate planet In hope of escape, Terra was a seasoned warrior. Although still young and strong, he bore many scars upon his flesh- souvenirs of many hard battles. Weary and tired, the master and the knight cornered Skar his acolytes in another hide hole. Or so they thought. But you see, all the time they had chased the dark Jedi, something had been nagging at the knight. All the people they had killed, lives they had ended- their voices rang in his mind. They only killed when it was absolutely necessary, but that was far too often. He was a Jedi. A practitioner of peace. Wasn’t he?
By the time they confronted their foe, the two were weary and weakened. Just as Skar had planned. And when the battle finally came, they fought valiantly. But the dark Jedi’s trap was cunning, and he had deceived the master and his old padawan, hiding the true numbers of his acolytes. And so, in a hell hole on the edge of civilisation, Abu Terra and Vanen Karr were brought to their knees before a Dark Jedi Master.
If only he had just killed them. Many times, Abu would look back on that moment and wish that that had been the case. But Skar was far too shrewd for that. Too evil. The dark Jedi knew that Vanen Karr was far too strong willed to break- far too set in the ways of the Jedi. But the young one…That was a different matter. And so, as the Jedi master bowed in defeat, bending under the weight of Skar’s power, he was executed- without even a last word. And kneeling by his side, broken by the same power, Terra was taken captive.
The location of Skar’s base had been known to only Terra, Karr and one other- a master by the name of Teelek. As Abu lay in a dark pit, devoid of all power or strength, he willed himself to hold on, to linger just a little bit more, hoping that Teelek would bring aid. But rescue never came. In that dark corner of the galaxy, where there was no love, no compassion, no friendship, Terra almost went insane. Skar would visit his captive constantly, mocking him, teasing him. Trying to break him down, prod him where it hurts. Trying to bring out the anger, and the hatred. To turn him. And after years in that forsaken hole, it began to work.
Terra withered away, his mind giving way to a flood of emotion- Hatred for Skar, grief for Karr, Despair at his captivity…and bitterness towards the Jedi. Why hadn’t they come for him? It had seemed like a lifetime to him, locked away in that pit. He had no idea what he looked like anymore, it had been so long since he had see a reflection. What was Teelek doing? Had they just forsaken him? Left him for dead? Skar never failed to remind Abu of the betrayal the Jedi had done to him. He whispered constantly in the broken man’s ear, poisoning his mind, turning his thoughts. Abu knew the fallen one’s intentions- but he could not help but find comfort in his enemy’s words. Skar told him that vengeance could be his. That he had the power, if only he would use it.
By the time the Jedi came, it was too late. A young female knight managed to infiltrate the base while Skar was away. Finding Terra in the pit, she unlocked the hatch, reaching down to help him. But Abu had snapped. What was left of that decent, honourable Jedi who had pursued Skar across the galaxy and back again had died- and something knew was borne. A creature bent with hatred and lust for revenge. And so as the young knight reached into the pit, Terra reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down with him. And there, in that black hole, he throttled her. She struggled, tried to reach for her lightsaber, tried to wield the force. But the dark side burned in him like a glorious inferno, and he relished the power as he felt her life slip from her limbs. As she fell still, he took her lightsaber and flung her corpse aside.
Terra’s awakening to the dark side had sent tremors through the sanctuary, and as the fallen Jedi left his hole and ascended the stair to the world outside, the acolytes did not stop him. They could sense he was one of them. Leaving the world on the Jedi’s ship, he set of on the only cause he could think about- revenge. Revenge against the one who was trusted with their safety, but did not come when they need him most. Master Teelek.
Terra managed to track down Teelek, who was on board a Republic cruiser, on hi way to solve a diplomatic problem. As soon as the master saw Abu, he sighed. He knew what had happened- he could sense the anger and rage which radiated from the man. He had fallen. Battled ensued without a word, Abu not caring for them and Teelek knowing he did not. The old master was a powerful practitioner of the force, but not a warrior, and Terra, alive with the dark side running through him, was trained by the best. The fallen warrior murdered his second Jedi.
Abu immediately regretted his actions as soon as he had time to stop running and reflect. Revenge had not been sweet- it had not sated the anger he felt, for all those dark years he had forsaken. It burned in him still, twisting his very soul. What was he becoming? A shaking wreck, with no control over his own actions. And all the time, he was pursued by those who would have justice for his crimes. At one point, Terra considered turning himself in- but then he knew it was pointless. His entire view had shifted, everything he had believed in dead. His master, his beliefs, his life as a Jedi. But the force flowed stronger than ever in his weary limbs, and he would sometimes spend days at a time just sitting, listening to its heartbeat. Eventually, as years passed, his lightsaber gathered dust and the force became his sole occupation. He sought answers- the questions of which he did not know. And only the force could provide.
Now, the fallen Jedi wanders the galaxy searching for the answer to his questions. Alone, but with the force at his side. Still strong, his guardian training branded into his memory, yet his skills dusty. The dark side grows stronger and stronger in the haunted man, and he struggles with it constantly- will he give in to the will of the force, or keep his mind? It lends him power greater than anything he has wielded before, his anger channelling into destructive energy. Whatever the case, his life as Abu Terra is over. His new life as Invidious has begun.
Lightsaber: Single blade, red.
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
shii-cho- 5
Makashi- 5
Soresu-3
Shien- 3
Force Sensitive Abilities:
Telekinetic- 6
Telepathic- 6
Body-6
Sense-6
Healing-1
Destruction-6
Protection-4
Attributes:
Strength-6
Intelligence-6
Speed-6
Leadership-6
Unarmed- 6
Melee weapons-5
Ranged weapons- 5
RP sample
There. By the bar. Two humans, male. One tall, brown-haired and dressed in ragged leathers- a smuggler perhaps. The other shorter, but stockier, and he had that lazy look on his face- the look of somebody who knows they can handle themselves. A mercenary. They murmured to each other, bending over their glasses and leaning close, so that nobody could hear them. The smuggler’s eyes darted this way and that, searching for eavesdroppers. The mercenary’s eyes were locked coldly on the smuggler’s face. Intimidation tactics.
Taking a sip of his water, Invidious closed his eyes and took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. In…Out….In….Out…He opened his mind to the world around him, allowed the energies of life to flow through his body….The Force….He could feel the heartbeats of everybody in the tavern…Beating in a rhythm, like an unsynchronised percussion band….The wheezing of their lungs….The batting of their eyes….Even….Even the thoughts on the very surface of their minds….Focusing further, he narrowed down on the smuggler and the mercenary….The mercenary’s mind is cold, a wall of solid thought….So, he has been trained to protect his mind…The smuggler, however…He is different…His mind almost screams his words…. “Ok, I’ll take you there, but on only one condition….You give half of the bounty….” Bounty?…Interesting…Insidious focuses, hearing the mercenary’s words through the smuggler’s ears… “ Are you serious? Transport on your wreck isn’t worth half of any bounty. I’ll give you a thousand credits.” ….So the this mercenary is working as a bounty hunter? He should have known… “A thousand credits?! That’ll barely cover fuel expenses! I need five thousand a the very least…”
The dark Jedi listened to the fools haggle a little more before agreeing on three thousand credits. And with that, the mercenary nodded and took his leave. Invidious glanced from one to the other, and decided that the smuggler is the better option- his mind would be easier to crack.. Patiently sipping his water, Terra feels irritation tickle at his side. How long is this fool going to sit and intoxicate his mind? After about half an hour, the smuggler rose, finished his glass and staggered out of the door. Insidious was close behind, pulling up the hood of his black robe. The night was old as the two left the tavern, and frost was nipping at the dark Jedi’s skin. In total silence, followed the smuggler around the little settlement, until he turned off of the path and into an alleyway. And then Invidious moved in. With the speed of a man half his age, he darted around the side of the building, cutting off the smuggler as he staggered forward. The young man halted, immediately reaching for his blaster.
“ You don’t need that,” The dark Jedi murmured, his tone ringing with command.
The smuggler stopped dead, his eyes staring. “ I don’t need this.”
“ Take it out and hand it to me.”
The smuggler did so.
“ Good. Now where are you taking that bounty hunter?”
The smuggler stared for a moment, before shaking his head, as if trying to rid his mind of cobwebs.
“ I…I…What?…”
“ The bounty hunter,” Invidious’ tone was relentless, “ Where are you taking him?”
“ To…To Nar Shadaa…”
“ Who is his bounty?”
“ I…” He seemed to sway for a moment, his eyes half-closing, “ I…Don’t know…”
This one is resistant, Invidious muttered in his mind.
“ You have another space on your freighter.”
“ I do?” The smuggler’s eyes opened, and they seemed a little blank, “ In fact, come to think of it, I do…”
“ You will reserve that space for me.”
The smuggler grins and winks. “ I’ll reserve that space for you.”
“ You can go about your business. Tell nobody of our meeting.”
“ I’d better go. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody I met you” And with that, he stalks past the dark Jedi and off to his freighter.
Invidious watched him go with a wolfish smile curling on his lips. He had a feeling that he and the mercenary shared the same bounty- but he would get to it first. And if there were complications? Well, the mercenary could always choke in his sleep on his way to the smugglers moon. Nobody would ever expect anything suspicious. Well, they probably would, but what did it matter? What was the galaxy with one less bounty hunter in its midst? Still smiling, Invidious followed him, pulling his hood further over his face. The Jedi would pay.
Race: Human
Age: 54
Height: 5 feet 10 inches
Weight: 75 kg- 170 pounds
Appearance: Invidious has the look of a grizzled war veteran, and would not look out of place among a band of seasoned mercenaries. Stocky and thick-knecked, he fills out well in his black Jedi robe- wearing it with a comfortable manner that suggests he has done for quite some time. His hair is cropped short, black flicks of youth still lingering amongst the steely grey. His eyes are a cold blue, and stare with a determined hardness- but sometimes he stares with a dull pain in them, the pain of a warrior. A brutal scar arcs from the corner of his left eye, ripping down through his cheek until it tickles the corner of his mouth. His left ear is also disfigured, the lobe appearing somewhat chewed. The taint of the dark side upon his features is not so obvious- but it is still there, if you know where to look. A shadow in his eyes perhaps, the weight of his movement. When he grimaces, a predatory likeness comes about him- a wolven likeness.
Personality: Blunt and cynical, Invidious is the kind of man who has very few friends, and does not need them. He is mistrustful of nearly everybody, even old friends, and wears a constant frown upon his furrowed brow. He is a harsh judge and is often swift to anger- although his anger is of a restrained, silent kind, he does not bother to hide it. But beneath the harsh exterior, there is a remnant of what may have once been a good man, but his soul has been twisted by many years of death and killing. He has not fallen as far as most who would call themselves dark Jedi- he would not call himself evil, or even a practitioner of the Dark Side. But he has completely lost faith in the Jedi teachings, and sees them as shamelessly hypocritical and arrogant. The dark side is not a path he walks for the pursuit of power, but because he is disgusted by everything that is Jedi and wishes to rebel. An experienced warrior, he has accumulated many wounds and injuries in his time, many of which have not completely healed- he now relies more on his knowledge of the force than in his martial prowess.
Birth Place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight Prophet
Bio
Born on Coruscant, out of wedlock to a single mother, Abu Terra was one of the many poor children a densely populated world. His mother being only twenty three at the time of his birth, and un-married, she struggled desperately to support an infant and herself. Her intentions were good but, alas, she could not keep him for more than a few months. Cursing herself, she sold him to black market slavers that lurk in the shadier corners of the global metropolis, hoping that, with them, he would at least be fed. She never saw him again.
Barely half a year old, Abu was the property of a Rodian slaver outfit who styled themselves as “ The Red Fang”. His mother’s last hope that he should be treated with a at least with a shred of dignity was ill-founded- he was poorly fed and slept on a cold, steel floor among a dozen other nameless infants. The crime outfit planned to sell him on two another pair of desperate parents who could not have a child of their own and, for whatever reason, could not adopt. After four months in the neglectful care of the Rodians, he was sold to a struggling freighter mechanic and his wife.
This happened to be the glimmer of good fortune in the child’s short life so far. The couple, although willing to trade with Rodians out of desperation for a child, were a caring and loving pair, who looked after Abu as if he were their own flesh and blood. They named him, and taught him, and sheltered him. The rest of his infant years passed in relative peace, and he grew into a young boy. He loved his adopted parents, who never kept his heritage a secret from him- however they told him his mother was a friend who had died and left him in their care. They couldn’t bring themselves to tell him that she had sold him into slavery. Throughout those years, Abu was a friendly and kind-hearted lad. If things had worked out differently, maybe he would have grown up, learning his father’s trade and eventually taking over the family business. Maybe even marrying, and having a family of his own. But the force moves in mysterious ways, and it had plans for young Abu that he could not escape.
Abu’s adopted father was called Herik. He was a good man, kind-hearted and hard-working. But like all men, he had weaknesses. His main one being gambling. Boy, he loved to gamble. He fancied himself a hotshot at pazaak- although, he never one anything. His gambling debts were one of the main reasons his family struggled financially, but he had always managed to keep out of any major bother. But his addiction only got worse. As Abu turned five years of age, Herik has accumulated more than his business’ worth in gambling debt. And he was indebted to the wrong people. Ruthlessly, they came for him, ransacking his home and taking everything of value, assaulting himself and his wife….And taking Abu away, to be sold back into slavery. Fate had him in its clutches once more.
The young boy was terrified. The crime outfit was far beyond the reach of the law- they owned the seedy back streets of Corcuscant and no official dared to step foot in their territory. Well, no normal official. It just so happened that, as a couple of Bothian mercenaries who worked for the outfit were trying to sell Abu to a shady droid manufacturer in an alleyway, a stranger came across them. A man dressed in brown robes. The mercenaries were furious, turning there weapons on the stranger- nobody interrupts their business like that. But Abu remembers marvelling at how the stranger spoke in that soft, reasonable tone- and the mercenaries seemed to calm instantly. He told them that Abu was free. That they should go back to their bosses and tell them the transaction was complete. That they should go now. Immediately, they did everything the stranger asked. Wearied and confused, not to mention terrified, Abu passed out.
And that was when he first met his master to be, Vanen Karr. Master Vanen had been in the back streets of Coruscant on secret Jedi business, and was just leaving when he suddenly felt an irresistible urge to divert off of his path, and stumbled across Abu. Immediately, he sensed something about the boy- and awareness. A sensitivity. The child was force sensitive. The minds of the traders were weak, fuelled only by greed, and easy to manipulate. Sending them on their way, he caught the boy as he passed out and took him with him as he returned to the Jedi temple. And that was how Abu Terra first became associated with the renowned philosophers, warriors and diplomats that called themselves the Jedi.
The child’s sensitivity of the force was undeniable, and he entered the Jedi Temple as a youngling, hoping that one day he would become a Jedi. His remarkable attunement to the force was very impressive, sensing things with uncommon clarity. At the age of thirteen, he was distinguished among his fellows and was taken as a padawan by his rescuer, Vanen Karr. Karr was a renowned guardian, respected for his skill with a lightsaber- but respected even more for his clarity of mind and easy going nature. Well-liked and well-respected, Karr was in an ideal position to train Terra into a powerful Jedi knight. And Abu was the ideal student. At last, for the young padawan, the future seemed bright.
But as the delicate peace maintained in the galaxy began to rock, and troubles sprouted up all across the republic, the Jedi council relied more and more on Vanen Karr, sending him out in all directions in order to assess situations. And often, the situation would be assessed rather aggressively. There was a deep hatred for Jedi in some corners of the republic, and outer worlds, and trouble pursued them constantly. It was in this climate that Abu, now an experienced padawan, was taught by his master. They were on the front lines of intrigue, his master pursuing agents and spies into many unknown territories. Although, Terra was told little of the purpose of their tasks, he quickly began to realise that something wasn’t right. As the years went by, and Karr and his padawan chased all sorts of characters across the galaxy, often running into traps and intrigue, Abu noticed that tensions were getting ever more intense. Something was going to happen.
By the time terra completed his trials and became a Jedi knight, at the age of twenty four, he was a powerful guardian, formidable in melee combat. Many looked upon him, as he stood beside his master, and smiled to themselves as they thought how alike they had become- Terra mimicking his master’s ways, from the way he walked to the way he talked. But almost as soon as Abu was granted his knew rank, he was sent away again alongside Karr, chasing after a Bothian bounty hunter who held vital information. They pursued the elusive Bothian for six months, through many un-chartered systems and wild territories, until they arrived in Nar Shadaa itself. The hunt for the Bothian in that snake’s nest was one fraught with peril- but one that the master and knight were well equal to. In a corner of the smuggler’s moon, after battling their way through a well-laid trap, they interrogated the Bothian. “ Kynan Skar…” Was the name that left the Bothian’s lips. Skar. Little did Terra know that that name would haunt his dreams for years to come.
Kynan Skar was a dark Jedi responsible for the murder of a Jedi master and his apprentice. Powerful, yet impossible to find- Influential, yet untraceable. But the Bothian knew where Skar’s old refuge lay, and that was a start. Karr and Terra followed the Bothian’s instructions to a unknown moon on the outer rim. The planetoid was deserted and utterly lifeless. A desert. But both Jedi sensed something different there. An anger, buried in the sand. The taint of the dark side. Following the Bothian’s instructions, they came across a cave system buried at the feet of jagged mountains. Deeper and deeper they went, their sense of dread increasing with every step. At last, they came across a great network of chambers- a Dark Jedi academy. The knight and the master examined the academy for days, sleeping little and speaking only when hey had to. They recorded everything they could. Wherever Skar was, this was their only link to him- they needed to find a clue to his intentions, his purpose. And hopefully, his whereabouts.
Little did the pair know that they had been followed to the moon by a troop of mercenaries. As they studied in the depths of the academy, their escape route was blocked and they were ambushed. The battle that ensued was the fiercest Terra had ever faced- thirty six experienced soldiers against two Jedi. Two Jedi guardians. After fighting in the dark tunnels for hours, master and his old apprentice managed to cut their way through the mercenaries and get out with as much of their records as possible.
The pursuit of Skar lasted seven whole years, all the while tension was mounting across the Republic. Enemies were every, and the Jedi were stretched in all directions, attempting to unravel the mysteries of the situation. But Karr and Terra were sure that Skar, the murderer, was at their route. Whatever answers could be found they would lie with him. The pair, now very good friends, were dragged through hell and back searching for the elusive practitioner of the dark side. His presence was ever on the corner of Abu’s mind, and when he closed his eyes and listened hard he thought he could hear a cold, mocking laugh. But then he would move and it was gone.
By the time they found Skar, who had fled to yet another desolate planet In hope of escape, Terra was a seasoned warrior. Although still young and strong, he bore many scars upon his flesh- souvenirs of many hard battles. Weary and tired, the master and the knight cornered Skar his acolytes in another hide hole. Or so they thought. But you see, all the time they had chased the dark Jedi, something had been nagging at the knight. All the people they had killed, lives they had ended- their voices rang in his mind. They only killed when it was absolutely necessary, but that was far too often. He was a Jedi. A practitioner of peace. Wasn’t he?
By the time they confronted their foe, the two were weary and weakened. Just as Skar had planned. And when the battle finally came, they fought valiantly. But the dark Jedi’s trap was cunning, and he had deceived the master and his old padawan, hiding the true numbers of his acolytes. And so, in a hell hole on the edge of civilisation, Abu Terra and Vanen Karr were brought to their knees before a Dark Jedi Master.
If only he had just killed them. Many times, Abu would look back on that moment and wish that that had been the case. But Skar was far too shrewd for that. Too evil. The dark Jedi knew that Vanen Karr was far too strong willed to break- far too set in the ways of the Jedi. But the young one…That was a different matter. And so, as the Jedi master bowed in defeat, bending under the weight of Skar’s power, he was executed- without even a last word. And kneeling by his side, broken by the same power, Terra was taken captive.
The location of Skar’s base had been known to only Terra, Karr and one other- a master by the name of Teelek. As Abu lay in a dark pit, devoid of all power or strength, he willed himself to hold on, to linger just a little bit more, hoping that Teelek would bring aid. But rescue never came. In that dark corner of the galaxy, where there was no love, no compassion, no friendship, Terra almost went insane. Skar would visit his captive constantly, mocking him, teasing him. Trying to break him down, prod him where it hurts. Trying to bring out the anger, and the hatred. To turn him. And after years in that forsaken hole, it began to work.
Terra withered away, his mind giving way to a flood of emotion- Hatred for Skar, grief for Karr, Despair at his captivity…and bitterness towards the Jedi. Why hadn’t they come for him? It had seemed like a lifetime to him, locked away in that pit. He had no idea what he looked like anymore, it had been so long since he had see a reflection. What was Teelek doing? Had they just forsaken him? Left him for dead? Skar never failed to remind Abu of the betrayal the Jedi had done to him. He whispered constantly in the broken man’s ear, poisoning his mind, turning his thoughts. Abu knew the fallen one’s intentions- but he could not help but find comfort in his enemy’s words. Skar told him that vengeance could be his. That he had the power, if only he would use it.
By the time the Jedi came, it was too late. A young female knight managed to infiltrate the base while Skar was away. Finding Terra in the pit, she unlocked the hatch, reaching down to help him. But Abu had snapped. What was left of that decent, honourable Jedi who had pursued Skar across the galaxy and back again had died- and something knew was borne. A creature bent with hatred and lust for revenge. And so as the young knight reached into the pit, Terra reached up and grabbed her, pulling her down with him. And there, in that black hole, he throttled her. She struggled, tried to reach for her lightsaber, tried to wield the force. But the dark side burned in him like a glorious inferno, and he relished the power as he felt her life slip from her limbs. As she fell still, he took her lightsaber and flung her corpse aside.
Terra’s awakening to the dark side had sent tremors through the sanctuary, and as the fallen Jedi left his hole and ascended the stair to the world outside, the acolytes did not stop him. They could sense he was one of them. Leaving the world on the Jedi’s ship, he set of on the only cause he could think about- revenge. Revenge against the one who was trusted with their safety, but did not come when they need him most. Master Teelek.
Terra managed to track down Teelek, who was on board a Republic cruiser, on hi way to solve a diplomatic problem. As soon as the master saw Abu, he sighed. He knew what had happened- he could sense the anger and rage which radiated from the man. He had fallen. Battled ensued without a word, Abu not caring for them and Teelek knowing he did not. The old master was a powerful practitioner of the force, but not a warrior, and Terra, alive with the dark side running through him, was trained by the best. The fallen warrior murdered his second Jedi.
Abu immediately regretted his actions as soon as he had time to stop running and reflect. Revenge had not been sweet- it had not sated the anger he felt, for all those dark years he had forsaken. It burned in him still, twisting his very soul. What was he becoming? A shaking wreck, with no control over his own actions. And all the time, he was pursued by those who would have justice for his crimes. At one point, Terra considered turning himself in- but then he knew it was pointless. His entire view had shifted, everything he had believed in dead. His master, his beliefs, his life as a Jedi. But the force flowed stronger than ever in his weary limbs, and he would sometimes spend days at a time just sitting, listening to its heartbeat. Eventually, as years passed, his lightsaber gathered dust and the force became his sole occupation. He sought answers- the questions of which he did not know. And only the force could provide.
Now, the fallen Jedi wanders the galaxy searching for the answer to his questions. Alone, but with the force at his side. Still strong, his guardian training branded into his memory, yet his skills dusty. The dark side grows stronger and stronger in the haunted man, and he struggles with it constantly- will he give in to the will of the force, or keep his mind? It lends him power greater than anything he has wielded before, his anger channelling into destructive energy. Whatever the case, his life as Abu Terra is over. His new life as Invidious has begun.
Lightsaber: Single blade, red.
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
shii-cho- 5
Makashi- 5
Soresu-3
Shien- 3
Force Sensitive Abilities:
Telekinetic- 6
Telepathic- 6
Body-6
Sense-6
Healing-1
Destruction-6
Protection-4
Attributes:
Strength-6
Intelligence-6
Speed-6
Leadership-6
Unarmed- 6
Melee weapons-5
Ranged weapons- 5
RP sample
There. By the bar. Two humans, male. One tall, brown-haired and dressed in ragged leathers- a smuggler perhaps. The other shorter, but stockier, and he had that lazy look on his face- the look of somebody who knows they can handle themselves. A mercenary. They murmured to each other, bending over their glasses and leaning close, so that nobody could hear them. The smuggler’s eyes darted this way and that, searching for eavesdroppers. The mercenary’s eyes were locked coldly on the smuggler’s face. Intimidation tactics.
Taking a sip of his water, Invidious closed his eyes and took a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. In…Out….In….Out…He opened his mind to the world around him, allowed the energies of life to flow through his body….The Force….He could feel the heartbeats of everybody in the tavern…Beating in a rhythm, like an unsynchronised percussion band….The wheezing of their lungs….The batting of their eyes….Even….Even the thoughts on the very surface of their minds….Focusing further, he narrowed down on the smuggler and the mercenary….The mercenary’s mind is cold, a wall of solid thought….So, he has been trained to protect his mind…The smuggler, however…He is different…His mind almost screams his words…. “Ok, I’ll take you there, but on only one condition….You give half of the bounty….” Bounty?…Interesting…Insidious focuses, hearing the mercenary’s words through the smuggler’s ears… “ Are you serious? Transport on your wreck isn’t worth half of any bounty. I’ll give you a thousand credits.” ….So the this mercenary is working as a bounty hunter? He should have known… “A thousand credits?! That’ll barely cover fuel expenses! I need five thousand a the very least…”
The dark Jedi listened to the fools haggle a little more before agreeing on three thousand credits. And with that, the mercenary nodded and took his leave. Invidious glanced from one to the other, and decided that the smuggler is the better option- his mind would be easier to crack.. Patiently sipping his water, Terra feels irritation tickle at his side. How long is this fool going to sit and intoxicate his mind? After about half an hour, the smuggler rose, finished his glass and staggered out of the door. Insidious was close behind, pulling up the hood of his black robe. The night was old as the two left the tavern, and frost was nipping at the dark Jedi’s skin. In total silence, followed the smuggler around the little settlement, until he turned off of the path and into an alleyway. And then Invidious moved in. With the speed of a man half his age, he darted around the side of the building, cutting off the smuggler as he staggered forward. The young man halted, immediately reaching for his blaster.
“ You don’t need that,” The dark Jedi murmured, his tone ringing with command.
The smuggler stopped dead, his eyes staring. “ I don’t need this.”
“ Take it out and hand it to me.”
The smuggler did so.
“ Good. Now where are you taking that bounty hunter?”
The smuggler stared for a moment, before shaking his head, as if trying to rid his mind of cobwebs.
“ I…I…What?…”
“ The bounty hunter,” Invidious’ tone was relentless, “ Where are you taking him?”
“ To…To Nar Shadaa…”
“ Who is his bounty?”
“ I…” He seemed to sway for a moment, his eyes half-closing, “ I…Don’t know…”
This one is resistant, Invidious muttered in his mind.
“ You have another space on your freighter.”
“ I do?” The smuggler’s eyes opened, and they seemed a little blank, “ In fact, come to think of it, I do…”
“ You will reserve that space for me.”
The smuggler grins and winks. “ I’ll reserve that space for you.”
“ You can go about your business. Tell nobody of our meeting.”
“ I’d better go. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody I met you” And with that, he stalks past the dark Jedi and off to his freighter.
Invidious watched him go with a wolfish smile curling on his lips. He had a feeling that he and the mercenary shared the same bounty- but he would get to it first. And if there were complications? Well, the mercenary could always choke in his sleep on his way to the smugglers moon. Nobody would ever expect anything suspicious. Well, they probably would, but what did it matter? What was the galaxy with one less bounty hunter in its midst? Still smiling, Invidious followed him, pulling his hood further over his face. The Jedi would pay.
