Post by Zaine on Feb 18, 2009 23:05:37 GMT -5
Name: Syaoran Tanso
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'6
Weight: 128 lb.
Appearance: Click here for a picture.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Marauder
Bio:
Syaoran was born to a woman and a man, obviously. The weird part is the fact that the woman was a slave to a Hutt shopkeeper and the man was an aristocrat, which can prove difficult to find on a backwater planet like Tatooine. The mother, while severely unhealthy due to the cruelty and abuse of her Hutt master, had gone into labor inside the slave quarters. The slaves barely got the baby out, surprisingly due to their pathetic medical inexperience, but the mother suffered from complications and passed away soon after. The father resented himself for his spouse’s death and committed suicide by stealing a gun off of the shopkeeper's shelf [Which wasn't too far away] and fired it into his face.
The newborn was dumped into the nearest hospital by the hutt due to his evil and idiotic ways of dealing with problems. A doctor, who apparently longed for a child, quickly claimed the boy and adopted him. He raised the baby as his own for about three years. The father was a caring one, but the boy knew better. Eventually, at age three, the helpless boy found himself in the worst possible situation.
On the way to a shop in the middle of the day, the man’s landspeeder was crashed by a man a few meters away, unknown to the driver. The man was killed in the crash, but for some reason the boy survived. The man turned out to be a dark jedi and drew close to the boy. He drew his lightsaber and held it up, ready to destroy the little boy, but sheathed it when he noticed something strange about Syaoran. When the man concluded that the baby was a force sensitive, he took him and traveled to the world of Korriban to train him himself.
While Syaoran was unsure of what had happened, due to his youth and not knowing better, he knew his life would change completely after this fateful event.
The man turned out to be a Dark Jedi Master, in the middle of a mission he had never actually revealed to Syaoran. At age 10, Syaoran had a well understanding of the force, and fair skills with a lightsaber. He had learned few ways of channeling the force into lethal powers such as force push and pull. At this point, the Master concluded that Syaoran was ready for his first mission out of the master's camp or even off of Korriban. He received a ship and led Syaoran to the ship and left Korriban.
At this point, Syaoran was ultra-excited to finally be able to do something. They landed on a strange moon, which his master eventually revealed as Dxun. He reminded the boy that the place was owned and run by Mandalorians, and that one of their missions is to avoid them. Their mission was to retrieve a rare lightsaber crystal that was supposed to be hidden deep in the jungle. On their way, they faced few enemies, pretty much just hunting Mandalorians which they managed to kill before calling for any backup.
After hours of searching, they finally found it perched atop a small dirt mound in the center of a small clearing. The master approached it slowly and noticed something odd about it. It wasn't lined with traps, but rather, the top was covered in old blood and two armored corpses lay on each side. The armor was decomposed, but anyone could clearly see a hole in the face on each of them. The master retrieved it, ignoring the scene, and concealed it in his cloak. He led the boy back to the ship, which took about an hour due to him making a trail through the jungle to remember. He led the boy onto the ship, and made his way back to Korriban. After congratulating the boy on survival and success on the mission, Syaoran's master left him at the entrance of the academy. Syaoran was excited about the mission, but was exhausted after finishing it and eventually went to his quarters to relax.
The next seven years were filled with many missions, many near-death experiences, and many congrats. At this point, Syaoran was very experienced with his lightsaber and the power of the force, especially for his age. His master was very impressed, but he knew that his downfall would be very soon, and he knew it was going to be Syaoran. The man, being a wimp and an idiot, did not want this to happen, and so took Syaoran back to Dxun where his first mission took place. Once there, he led him deep into the forest and eventually stopped and looked at Syaoran evilly.
Syaoran sensed what had happened. He drew his lightsaber and ignited the minute he saw the man's face and the master drew his. Syaoran figured he was going to lose, due to his former master being much more experienced. However, the man seemed as if he was going easy on Syaoran. Some part of him seemed as if it wanted to die. Syaoran eventually felt confident about winning.
Minutes that seemed like hours went by as this exhausting battle drew to a closing. Syaoran was about ready to give up, but kept his guard up, and eventually cut the man in the leg, crippling him and allowing Syaoran to retrieve his lightsaber which he had dropped. Syaoran took it and ran back to the ship, with a now hurt and very angry Dark Jedi following cripply on his tail. He got in the ship, closed the cockpit, and took off back to Korriban.
He came back to the camp on Korriban and began to think about what had happened. The man was still alive, obviously, and Syaoran needed to catch and finish him. He came to the conclusion that the title of knight could only be bestowed upon him with the death of his master. With that, he began to train again even harder.
The next few years were hard and difficult. The boy was forced to train on his own, waiting for the opportune moment moment to go and look for his old master. The boy's motivation was to become a knight -- and to do that, he'd need to strike down his master. He practiced alone, focusing on learning the Ataru form which he had utilized from the years of watching his master. Fighting the master with Shii-Cho was alright, but the master may have gotten stronger. He pushed himself to the limits and at the age of twenty, he began to hunt his ex-master.
He started on Korriban. He searched the deserts and caves carefully, but found no sign of his enemy. The man was nowhere to be found on this planet. He ran into plenty of mynocks and things, but he managed to fight his way out. It was a good method of training.
Syaoran came back to the Korriban camp and continued training. He began to focus on his force powers, but still trained in Ataru. After about a year, he began to think about the other form the master had used. He called is Niman when the boy asked about it. It was a strange yet balanced form of lightsaber combat. He figured this could help. He needed the training. He began meditating, remembering the way the man used the form. The boy felt like he had a good idea of what is was and began training himself in form VI. The man enjoyed it thoroughly and learned fast, being motivated by his craving for his master's death. At the age of twenty two, he began to look some more, leaving the camp and his training behind.
He arrived on Dxun in the original place they had fought at those four years ago. He quickly cut his way through the forest and after at least a half hour, he made it to the original fight scene. The pedestal was still there and the two corpses on each side were none but skeletons now. There was blood littered on the ground, but no sign of his master. The boy realized that unless he had found mandalorians or someone else, he had to still be on the planet. The boy began to wander the forests of Dxun in effort to find his ex-master.
He continued on until he found a small camp. There was a small fighting ring in the middle and many tents surrounding it. The man quickly snuck into a tent, finding a man on a mat, sleeping. His armor was tossed to the side, but his right hand was gripping a blade. Syaoran left the tent, making his way toward the largest one. He slowly entered and saw an older man, sitting in a chair, sleeping like the rest. The boy scanned the area until he spotted a cell in the back. Inside was his master.
Syaoran quickly dashed toward it and drew his lightsaber. Quickly igniting it, he cut the lock and sheathed it. He glanced at the older man. He twitched for a moment and went limp once again. The man turned around toward his master. His hands were tied together and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He saw Syaoran and began to mumble hurriedly. The boy simply grinned. This is what his master had turned into? Pathetic. Syaoran drew his saber and ignited it, quickly throwing his hands downward, ending his master's life. The boy sheathed the blade and turned toward the mandalorian. He was still sleeping happily like a baby. Syaoran turned and lifted his ex-master's head, stuffing it into his pack. He quickly left. The boy made his way back to his ship and entered, quickly lifting off and leaving the planet.
He arrived back at his camp on Korriban with the feeling of accomplishment. Wielding the lightsaber with pride, he personally bestowed upon himself the title of knight. He began to put it aboard his ship. The man packed up the ship with the equipment he had gotten out of the camp, enough to last him a long time, and left. He now roams the galaxy looking to wreak havoc and find others like him.
Lightsaber: Single-Phase
Color: Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (5)
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru (3)
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman (1)
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 4
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills:
Choke
Shock
Fear
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement:
-4
RP Sample:
"You're pathetic, man!" the somewhat high voice of a man in his twenties joked.
"Heh.. We're just getting started!" a higher voice, that of a teenager, countered.
Syaoran, the twenty-two year old marauder laughed in a satisfied manner. He was fighting a boy nearing 19, who was waiting for the opportune moment to strike down his own master. When the boy had told this to Syaoran but a few days before, the man seemed interesting. He told the Acolyte about his experience as one and decided to tell him the tale of his master's defeat. The boy, fascinated and full of bloodlust, listened. He decided to help train the boy in more advance forms than his master was, as the boy's master obviously knew the moment was coming, just as his master did.
"Now, try to block this.." Syaoran commanded, dashing toward the tan stone wall.
He dashed up the large stone barrier and immediately kicked, constantly flipping as he gained altitude. Now a meter off of the ground, he held his lightsaber out, and the acolyte held his up in effort to block it. Syaoran, unable to change his position at this point, let the boy block the attack. The Marauder landed behind the boy, spinning to the right and quickly throwing another strike. The boy, of course, blocked it but fell backwards in the process.
"You!" the sound of a voice, slightly older than Syaoran's own filled the room, echoing off of the walls.
Syaoran deactivated his lightsaber and looked to the side. A slightly older male, around 30 years of age, stood in the doorway, glaring in a way that seemed to pierce the Acolyte's very soul. Syaoran was under the impression that he had defeated worse, and was unafraid. The older male shifted his gaze to Syaoran, who stood there with that sort of "F*** you" facial gesture.
"Master, I just--" The acolyte stammered, but was interrupted by Syaoran who held his hand in front of the boys face in a way that made it seem like he was protecting the boy.
"Chill out," Syaoran commanded, glaring annoyingly at the older male.
The man glared even harder.
"Don't you dare say that to me, you little maggot!" the man snarled.
Syaoran grinned in a sort of "Nanana you can't get me" sort of way. This made the man furious. He stomped over and pushed Syaoran aside. He was certainly stronger with his hands. Syaoran grunted as he fell out of the way, regaining his balance before nearly losing it. He coughed for a moment and glared over at the man. He groped at the boy's arm and tugged it, causing the acolyte to cry out in pain. Before anyone could say anything, the man had left with the Acolyte.
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5'6
Weight: 128 lb.
Appearance: Click here for a picture.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Marauder
Bio:
Syaoran was born to a woman and a man, obviously. The weird part is the fact that the woman was a slave to a Hutt shopkeeper and the man was an aristocrat, which can prove difficult to find on a backwater planet like Tatooine. The mother, while severely unhealthy due to the cruelty and abuse of her Hutt master, had gone into labor inside the slave quarters. The slaves barely got the baby out, surprisingly due to their pathetic medical inexperience, but the mother suffered from complications and passed away soon after. The father resented himself for his spouse’s death and committed suicide by stealing a gun off of the shopkeeper's shelf [Which wasn't too far away] and fired it into his face.
The newborn was dumped into the nearest hospital by the hutt due to his evil and idiotic ways of dealing with problems. A doctor, who apparently longed for a child, quickly claimed the boy and adopted him. He raised the baby as his own for about three years. The father was a caring one, but the boy knew better. Eventually, at age three, the helpless boy found himself in the worst possible situation.
On the way to a shop in the middle of the day, the man’s landspeeder was crashed by a man a few meters away, unknown to the driver. The man was killed in the crash, but for some reason the boy survived. The man turned out to be a dark jedi and drew close to the boy. He drew his lightsaber and held it up, ready to destroy the little boy, but sheathed it when he noticed something strange about Syaoran. When the man concluded that the baby was a force sensitive, he took him and traveled to the world of Korriban to train him himself.
While Syaoran was unsure of what had happened, due to his youth and not knowing better, he knew his life would change completely after this fateful event.
The man turned out to be a Dark Jedi Master, in the middle of a mission he had never actually revealed to Syaoran. At age 10, Syaoran had a well understanding of the force, and fair skills with a lightsaber. He had learned few ways of channeling the force into lethal powers such as force push and pull. At this point, the Master concluded that Syaoran was ready for his first mission out of the master's camp or even off of Korriban. He received a ship and led Syaoran to the ship and left Korriban.
At this point, Syaoran was ultra-excited to finally be able to do something. They landed on a strange moon, which his master eventually revealed as Dxun. He reminded the boy that the place was owned and run by Mandalorians, and that one of their missions is to avoid them. Their mission was to retrieve a rare lightsaber crystal that was supposed to be hidden deep in the jungle. On their way, they faced few enemies, pretty much just hunting Mandalorians which they managed to kill before calling for any backup.
After hours of searching, they finally found it perched atop a small dirt mound in the center of a small clearing. The master approached it slowly and noticed something odd about it. It wasn't lined with traps, but rather, the top was covered in old blood and two armored corpses lay on each side. The armor was decomposed, but anyone could clearly see a hole in the face on each of them. The master retrieved it, ignoring the scene, and concealed it in his cloak. He led the boy back to the ship, which took about an hour due to him making a trail through the jungle to remember. He led the boy onto the ship, and made his way back to Korriban. After congratulating the boy on survival and success on the mission, Syaoran's master left him at the entrance of the academy. Syaoran was excited about the mission, but was exhausted after finishing it and eventually went to his quarters to relax.
The next seven years were filled with many missions, many near-death experiences, and many congrats. At this point, Syaoran was very experienced with his lightsaber and the power of the force, especially for his age. His master was very impressed, but he knew that his downfall would be very soon, and he knew it was going to be Syaoran. The man, being a wimp and an idiot, did not want this to happen, and so took Syaoran back to Dxun where his first mission took place. Once there, he led him deep into the forest and eventually stopped and looked at Syaoran evilly.
Syaoran sensed what had happened. He drew his lightsaber and ignited the minute he saw the man's face and the master drew his. Syaoran figured he was going to lose, due to his former master being much more experienced. However, the man seemed as if he was going easy on Syaoran. Some part of him seemed as if it wanted to die. Syaoran eventually felt confident about winning.
Minutes that seemed like hours went by as this exhausting battle drew to a closing. Syaoran was about ready to give up, but kept his guard up, and eventually cut the man in the leg, crippling him and allowing Syaoran to retrieve his lightsaber which he had dropped. Syaoran took it and ran back to the ship, with a now hurt and very angry Dark Jedi following cripply on his tail. He got in the ship, closed the cockpit, and took off back to Korriban.
He came back to the camp on Korriban and began to think about what had happened. The man was still alive, obviously, and Syaoran needed to catch and finish him. He came to the conclusion that the title of knight could only be bestowed upon him with the death of his master. With that, he began to train again even harder.
The next few years were hard and difficult. The boy was forced to train on his own, waiting for the opportune moment moment to go and look for his old master. The boy's motivation was to become a knight -- and to do that, he'd need to strike down his master. He practiced alone, focusing on learning the Ataru form which he had utilized from the years of watching his master. Fighting the master with Shii-Cho was alright, but the master may have gotten stronger. He pushed himself to the limits and at the age of twenty, he began to hunt his ex-master.
He started on Korriban. He searched the deserts and caves carefully, but found no sign of his enemy. The man was nowhere to be found on this planet. He ran into plenty of mynocks and things, but he managed to fight his way out. It was a good method of training.
Syaoran came back to the Korriban camp and continued training. He began to focus on his force powers, but still trained in Ataru. After about a year, he began to think about the other form the master had used. He called is Niman when the boy asked about it. It was a strange yet balanced form of lightsaber combat. He figured this could help. He needed the training. He began meditating, remembering the way the man used the form. The boy felt like he had a good idea of what is was and began training himself in form VI. The man enjoyed it thoroughly and learned fast, being motivated by his craving for his master's death. At the age of twenty two, he began to look some more, leaving the camp and his training behind.
He arrived on Dxun in the original place they had fought at those four years ago. He quickly cut his way through the forest and after at least a half hour, he made it to the original fight scene. The pedestal was still there and the two corpses on each side were none but skeletons now. There was blood littered on the ground, but no sign of his master. The boy realized that unless he had found mandalorians or someone else, he had to still be on the planet. The boy began to wander the forests of Dxun in effort to find his ex-master.
He continued on until he found a small camp. There was a small fighting ring in the middle and many tents surrounding it. The man quickly snuck into a tent, finding a man on a mat, sleeping. His armor was tossed to the side, but his right hand was gripping a blade. Syaoran left the tent, making his way toward the largest one. He slowly entered and saw an older man, sitting in a chair, sleeping like the rest. The boy scanned the area until he spotted a cell in the back. Inside was his master.
Syaoran quickly dashed toward it and drew his lightsaber. Quickly igniting it, he cut the lock and sheathed it. He glanced at the older man. He twitched for a moment and went limp once again. The man turned around toward his master. His hands were tied together and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He saw Syaoran and began to mumble hurriedly. The boy simply grinned. This is what his master had turned into? Pathetic. Syaoran drew his saber and ignited it, quickly throwing his hands downward, ending his master's life. The boy sheathed the blade and turned toward the mandalorian. He was still sleeping happily like a baby. Syaoran turned and lifted his ex-master's head, stuffing it into his pack. He quickly left. The boy made his way back to his ship and entered, quickly lifting off and leaving the planet.
He arrived back at his camp on Korriban with the feeling of accomplishment. Wielding the lightsaber with pride, he personally bestowed upon himself the title of knight. He began to put it aboard his ship. The man packed up the ship with the equipment he had gotten out of the camp, enough to last him a long time, and left. He now roams the galaxy looking to wreak havoc and find others like him.
Lightsaber: Single-Phase
Color: Dark Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho (5)
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru (3)
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman (1)
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 4
Sense: 4
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills:
Choke
Shock
Fear
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 6
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement:
-4
RP Sample:
"You're pathetic, man!" the somewhat high voice of a man in his twenties joked.
"Heh.. We're just getting started!" a higher voice, that of a teenager, countered.
Syaoran, the twenty-two year old marauder laughed in a satisfied manner. He was fighting a boy nearing 19, who was waiting for the opportune moment to strike down his own master. When the boy had told this to Syaoran but a few days before, the man seemed interesting. He told the Acolyte about his experience as one and decided to tell him the tale of his master's defeat. The boy, fascinated and full of bloodlust, listened. He decided to help train the boy in more advance forms than his master was, as the boy's master obviously knew the moment was coming, just as his master did.
"Now, try to block this.." Syaoran commanded, dashing toward the tan stone wall.
He dashed up the large stone barrier and immediately kicked, constantly flipping as he gained altitude. Now a meter off of the ground, he held his lightsaber out, and the acolyte held his up in effort to block it. Syaoran, unable to change his position at this point, let the boy block the attack. The Marauder landed behind the boy, spinning to the right and quickly throwing another strike. The boy, of course, blocked it but fell backwards in the process.
"You!" the sound of a voice, slightly older than Syaoran's own filled the room, echoing off of the walls.
Syaoran deactivated his lightsaber and looked to the side. A slightly older male, around 30 years of age, stood in the doorway, glaring in a way that seemed to pierce the Acolyte's very soul. Syaoran was under the impression that he had defeated worse, and was unafraid. The older male shifted his gaze to Syaoran, who stood there with that sort of "F*** you" facial gesture.
"Master, I just--" The acolyte stammered, but was interrupted by Syaoran who held his hand in front of the boys face in a way that made it seem like he was protecting the boy.
"Chill out," Syaoran commanded, glaring annoyingly at the older male.
The man glared even harder.
"Don't you dare say that to me, you little maggot!" the man snarled.
Syaoran grinned in a sort of "Nanana you can't get me" sort of way. This made the man furious. He stomped over and pushed Syaoran aside. He was certainly stronger with his hands. Syaoran grunted as he fell out of the way, regaining his balance before nearly losing it. He coughed for a moment and glared over at the man. He groped at the boy's arm and tugged it, causing the acolyte to cry out in pain. Before anyone could say anything, the man had left with the Acolyte.