Post by Synth on Mar 9, 2009 21:48:52 GMT -5
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Name: Ilia Asall
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'2" - Feet, Inches.-
Weight: 180pounds.
Appearance: Dressed usually in form-fitting attires, Ilia stands out at 6'2" with a slender build. Black hair rests above his scalp, fading into a silver sheen of grey, tossed in light tresses falling to tease his forehead and curl above his brows. Meanwhile, his brows are as black as his hair, curled above his almond shape eyes, thick in colour but thin in volume, long in length... A thin bridge leads to a sharp nose, while high cheekbones give him a rather gaunt appearance. Bow shaped lips rest mostly drawn back into a light frown, a pout, an expression that was worn down his features , drawing lines were his cheeks meet with his nose, brushed down past his lips, showing the first signs of his decadent youth. A long neck, chiselled by time, is usually covered in high neck cloaks or simple turtle-neck undershirts.
With long extremities, Ilia comes across as readily imposing as a human. Form fitting vests, shirts, and trousers bring out his height, while the colours, which can range from bright neons to the darkest tones of black and grey, often help to announce his mood. His attires rely on simply being practical, but he enjoys giving into the vanity of luxury and comfortableness from time to time, wearing simple robes that reflect his life style as a Dark Jedi.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Knight
Bio:
Ilia Asall was born in Corellia. Ilia's father took his wife and his child (4years old at the time) to Coruscant 'for a better life. Later on while facing political problems and prosecution, his father, an aspiring politician, left his mother to search for a better life...elsewhere. In turn, Ceres, Ilia's mother was forced to survive with the stress of raising a child, and somehow dealing with her ex-husband's debt which fell upon her shoulders. She finds a stable home in a lower-classed apartment complex in the lower Coruscanti' sectors, edging dangerously close to that invisible line that divided aristocratic life in Coruscant, and the lightless underworld below.
A young small time Crime Lord, by the name of Sarkis, takes a liking to Ilia's mother. At this time, Ilia was only a small child around three galactic standard years of age. Sarkis seemed to ignore the fact that Ceres was a mother, and found his way around to seducing her with his standing and money. Ceres, who had always lived a life of aristocracy and luxury, gave into the promise of a new life of prestige (prestige in the underworld, if anything) and thus ended up offering her hand to Sarkis.
Ilia is raised as the child of a Crime Lord; Ilia became the prince of the crime organisation which later on becomes a smuggling group, named 'Sarkis' hounds'. During his childhood as Sarkis' 'son', Ilia assimilated his stepfather's sarcastic nature and way with words when dealing with the stupidest pirates and criminals that gravitated around his family, while inheriting his mother's vanity and arrogance. Self-Taught, Ilia took an interest in the work his 'father' labour, learning from him everything from fixing a ship to shooting a slug-thrower. Sarkis had eventually warmed up to the child as years passed, and once Ilia began to mature and ripen into a pubescent teen, he decided to pass onto him whatever small gift of knowledge he could, including some of his ability wielding vibro-blades.
During his childhood he seemed to be a quickly angering child, somewhat moody. Usually without tact, he could easily perceive the emotions of others surrounding him, making him into a rather cruel brat, and being Sarkis' little prince didn't help him get along with part of the 'crew'.
While opening his mind to how great the galaxy truly was, Ilia found the desire to explore. Eventually, when he was around 11 or so, he taken on a trip with Sarkis throughout one of the major trade routes for the sake of a new high paying client...
The trip's destination was Dantooine, where Sarkis' Hounds would meet up with a client near the Jedi Enclave. The client was named Nei'Ro, an old kiffar Jedi Consular and Artisan on the verge of leaving the order. He had gained some of his fellow Jedi's attention for his radical teachings that seemed to tilt close to the erring potentium theory. He chose to leave the Jedi Order before being brought before the Council.
Nei'ro 'took' some lightsaber crystals from the infamous crystal cave on Dantooine, and decided to sell them, along to some standard and vague lightsabers he created, forward to some 'contacts' on Coruscant. A small time group like Sarkis' Hounds would handle the pick up and delivery, at a comfortable price.
The group had stopped some miles away from the Enclave, and while the transactions with the Nei'ro were taking place, Ilia remained inside with the mechanic. The Mechanic(mechanic being both his job, and nickname amongst the crew) always held bitter feelings towards Ilia. An argument blown out of proportion, due a comment by the mechanic about Ilia being spoiled and favoured by Sarkis above all others, resulted in a brawl. Due to the stress of his own emotions, the weight of the fight, Ilia gave into his nature, and killed the mechanic. As an empath and force-sensitive with no knowledge of his gift, Ilia surrendered to the same temptation many force-adepts before him, Jedi even, had experience. That was when the downfall began.
Nei'Ro felt the troubled Ilia through the force, while Sarkis was only alerted by the more obvious screams and curses coming from the mechanic's distinct and shrill voice. - Upon learning the full circumstances of the situation, Sarkis scolded Ilia, and swore disown him and give him to the jedi, while being ignorant of the Order's rules on only accepting children as younglings. Nei'ro saw an opportunity, and promised Sarkis to take in Ilia and find him a home amongst the Jedi, assuring Sarkis that Ilia was sensitive to the force, and that the Jedi would welcome him and then teach him to control his anger.
Ilia was left on Dantooine with Nei'Ro as a result of Sarkis' anger and Nei'ro, who lied, took Ilia as his 'apprentice'. Ilia was overcome with a medley of emotions... grief, sorrow, anger, frustration, and at some point even believed the possibility of joining the Jedi to be true... Nei'ro offered Ilia a new life, at the expense of his past's death. Joining the Jedi was impossible for Ilia, and going back to Sarkis was highly improvable. His only odds for surviving were joining Nei'Ro...
Nei'Ro exiled himself from the Jedi Order on the same day he began transactions with Sarkis. Upon Sarkis' parting Nei'ro took Ilia as his apprentice. Moving out of Dantooine, Nei'Ro took Ilia with him during his voyages and trips. During the first year with Nei'Ro, they spend their time moving from planet to planet, staying months or weeks at a time at either space or the ship, Ilia began picking up the secrets of the force from his new Master. A year had passed since he was forced to leave his old life behind, and Ilia became less reclusive towards Nei'Ro... to the point where Ilia began opening himself to the banished Jedi, and also began learning from him. During this period of time, Nei'Ro began the construction of generic lightsabers, works of fine art with no real inspiration behind them, watered down to be nothing more than pretty training sabers, which he sold to high bidders and collectors across the galaxy.
Meanwhile, Ilia was forced to travel and in the process picked up essential tools of trade and skills that would help him out later out in life. Having lived a sheltered life as Sarkis' son, he did not have much experience with the simple little things he had learned. He once learned to use a blaster thanks to Sarkis, but he applied the ability to use until his time spent with Nei'Ro. Likewise, many of his skills, including his ability to pilot a star-ship, repair an engine, or fix a hyperdrive, were nurtured along the course of the year they spend travelling.
Ilia was already 12 years old according to galactic standards when Nei'Ro decided to settle down in Onderon and commence Ilia's training.
At a slow and steady rate, Nei'ro began his descend into the dark-side, gradually allowing his greedy personality to lead him towards the pestilence of the darkest energies of the force. Drunk on the possibility of power beyond his old position as a Consular at the order, Nei'Ro began changing, but always retrained an inhuman grace and control over his own emotions. Throughout the relatively peaceful years on Onderon, Nei'ro changes were becoming steady, and they reflected upon his lessons to Ilia. And Ilia, who was ignorant at the time, dedicated his life solely to the study of the force under Nei'Ro's guidance and tutelage.
Ilia's training usually involved long hours of meditation, along with the basic skills he lacked to survive in a planet such an Onderon. Nei'Ro taught him to hunt, to feel the life of his prey through the force, and spend a considerable amount of time in reshaping Ilia's body, reconditioning it; reforming it to make it, shape it, into a vessel and medium through which Ilia could control the force.
At some point, Ilia began seeing changes in his own self. He was no longer the street-brat and city boy he used to be. He was no longer put to unease by the thickest forests of Onderon, or by the occasional visit to Dxun where his Master would spend days trying to shape Ilia into the perfect dark jedi.
Nei'Ro decided that Ilia was old enough, strong enough, to be exiled in Onderon. Ilia was 16 by then and had grown considerably during his time with Nei'Ro.
Once an empath, Ilia could sense the emotions of others, but during a few months of exile, that Nei'ro forced upon him, he began understanding himself, and his purpose in 'life'. Nei'ro thought it was crucial for Ilia to reflect alone and to grow without the shadow of authority blinding him, keeping him from true progress. Nei'Ro taught him that there was no death, only the force, but how true were Nei'Ro's teachings? Was it not his goal to gain knowledge, knowledge to control the potential power?
During the six month exile, Ilia managed to survive, reverting to a feral and vicious nature he never thought possible of himself. He learned to control his body, and to project his aura beyond the flesh. His telekinetic abilities began to develop, and he became proficient at the manipulation of the force itself. Nei'Ro taught him the theory of the force and of all the different applications of it, but the silence and solitude of his exile taught him experience; allowing him to applicate said knowledge into reality, and then convert it into power.
After the exile Ilia would dedicate the next few years to his studies... Nei'Ro began teaching Ilia both in combat and theory, exercise and theory; both on philosophy of the force and its use. Nei'Ro gifted Ilia with a simple training saber, and with it instructed Ilia with contemporary teachings parallel to that of his jedi roots.
Nei'Ro taught Ilia the basics of Shii-Cho and Ilia began assimilating them accordingly. They practiced with the orthodox 'velocities'... But while teaching Shii-Cho to Ilia, Nei'Ro began to include the basic theories behind Makashi's philosophies into the training. As a Jedi Consular and Artisan, Nei'Ro preferred the artful Form II, its grace, finesse, and its history. Because of his preference towards the form, he began molding Ilia according to his knowledge and ability of Makashi.
Two years and after the intensive training began, Ilia was already 18, well on his way to sharpening his crude swordsmanship. Ilia was able to refine Shii-Cho by learning Makashi, with the aid of countless spars and lightsaber training sessions with his Master. Eventually, Nei'Ro began introducing the different lightsaber forms into Ilia's training. Ilia only took a real interest towards Form V, but never got too far studying it.
He was too absorbed by the use of the force. It was something mystical, beyond him. Unlike many Jedi who were almost literally born into a world that revolved around the force, with their lives taught to gravitate around it, Ilia had been raised in the streets, seeing the how gritty and dirty humans, aliens, every sentient in general, could be. Once powerless, now Ilia was experiencing change. The force was a mysterious gift, and he came to appreciate it beyond words; and in the process, obsessed to some extent, his ability in the force increased.
Nei'ro once again saw change as a crucial tool to sculpt Ilia. - After the years spend on Onderon and Dxun, he decided to travel once again, and their first destination was Coruscant. The banished kiffar Jedi saw it necessary for Ilia to decide, on his own free will, whether he would follow him, or return to his old life.
Upon arriving at Coruscant Ilia saw how much everything had changed. Superficially, the planet remained the same. An industrial wasteland. His old care for his home planet was now absent from him; he appreciated the force much more, and above all, the living force... that seamless, invisible, energy that connected everything.
The atmosphere in Coruscant seemed too thick to breathe in. Regardless, Ilia took a day to stalk his old family, to see what had happened, but he was surprised to see Sarkis evolve. Sarkis' hounds were still a small and recognisable group and organisation, but their fame had withered considerably. Sarkis found more success in smuggling jobs, where the clientele would pay absurd amounts just to get the rarest animal hides, or illegal products like the death sticks. On the other hand, His mother, Ceres, was nothing but a shell of a woman... corrupted by her vanity, driven to nothing but a pathetic existence.
Ilia returned to his true home aboard Nei'Ro's ship, deciding to stay with his Master and finish his training. His hate for Sarkis, his hate for his mother, were erased by a more content and passive, seeping, malice and ill-intent towards his past. And the sorrow, despair, and melancholy of facing the truth became the fuel that ignited his passion for his own growth; if he was metal, his hate was the flame that made him malleable, and his master was the hammer that gave him shape.
It was time for Ilia to reach a new stage in his unorthodox training. Nei'Ro took him back to Dantooine, where they would search for natural crystals to use in the creation of Ilia's first saber. Nei'Ro passed down most of his techniques regarding metal, crystals, and lightsaber construction in general to Ilia. A whole year was spend in the process of meditation to refine the crystals, to forge them with the force, and then the actual construction of the pieces and assembly of the lightsaber. During this year most of their time was spend on the ship, travelling. They would arrive at different space ports, and Ilia only took breaks to get the necessary tools, or to run errands for his Master.
After his first lightsaber was constructed, Nei'ro began introducing Ilia back into the galaxy. Nei'Ro took him back to Coruscant, where he would force Ilia to take up small-time assassination targets, bounties that weren't worth the hassle. Amongst them, part of Sarkis' old crew was listed. Without mercy, and with a coldness he developed through feelings of detachment from his old family, Ilia gave into angst and finished the jobs with considerable ease.
Once Ilia created a small fame as a nameless 'Jedi' slaying small time criminals he began taking jobs that would include hunting down small time Jedi. Nei'Ro moved him to Nar Shadda, where Ilia was forced to step up. - At Nar Shadda, the first few jobs went along well, until he was forced to face higher ranking targets. At the expense of a few wounds and a few weeks of healing for each, Ilia went back to hunting, until he finally created some fame, and gathered some experience.
Two years pass, Ilia is 21, and begins showing the first signs of maturity as he comes into adulthood. By working with clients of the Underworld, sometimes prestigious politicians, Ilia began to warm up to the ways of the underground once again. Everything he had picked up in his childhood seemed to be useful now. His ability to persuade his clients, sometimes even his foes, made him arrogant and prideful.
One client in Nar Shaddaa felt immense grief towards a group of three Dark Jedi seen often around The Corellian Sector. Nei'Ro advised Ilia against taking such a mission, but the apprentice turned away from his master's words and decided to accept the client's outrageous request. Up until then, Ilia had never faced another force user similar to himself. His experience was limited to some jedi, which weren't really up to par with your usual Knight. Facing Dark Siders much like himself proved to be a challenging task.
The group of Dark Jedi were hunted one after another by Ilia. As a group it would've been impossible for Ilia to complete his job. When they parted ways Ilia took his chance to exterminate the youngest looking Dark Jedi from the group. He succeeded in assassinating the first and second targets in the same manner, but to his dismay they were both apprentices of the third target.
When facing the Master Ilia lost pathetically. But the fight was not in vain... he managed to flee at the expense of his lightsaber being demolished, and his pride being broken. He felt weak, immature, and still too green, too unready to ripen to his full potential.
Nei'Ro chose to accompany his student and continue his training in Dantooine. He carried the emotional scars of his first loss with him to exile in a small settlement in Dantooine. There he would get accustomed to the simple and rural lifestyle Nei'Ro taught him. He would spend the next 6 years under his Master's regimen.
Back into relative Exile with his Master, Ilia was brought back to the basics. His training restarted from the ground, using his already existing knowledge as the foundation, as Nei'Ro began to pile up knowledge upon his apprentice. Creating a tower, creating a structure of intricate beliefs, tenets, codes, dogmas, that mirrored that of the Jedi, while becoming phantasmagoric replica of the almost opposite, with striking similarities. A dark jedi in the literal and truest sense, Nei'Ro once again began shaping his apprentice's personality and beliefs.
As Ilia turned 27, Nei'Ro had taught him all he could by then. Nei'Ro had led Ilia down the path of a Jedi, then dragged him down into the corruption of the dark side. His training always emphasised upon control one of one's own body; creating harmony between the force, and the vessel (the body). Emotions were the greatest catalyst for power, Nei'ro always said. But Ilia learned that without control the power gained could corrode the body... Nei'Ro's body seemed to corrode due to his unrestrained indulgence in the dark side and Ilia, seeing his Master's decadence, was not without his own unanswered questions. He always took upon him the responsibility as an apprentice to ask and question the Master, while trusting him in the process.
Ilia inherited Nei'Ro's abilities with the force, the crafting of simple alloys to make beautiful art in the form of compact lightsabers, the grace of a Makashi duellist, and his unorthodox views on the force as a deity, and entity, which many personalities and facets, and a will of its own.
Nei'Ro asked Ilia to create a new lightsaber, with strict specifications, expecting him to create a saber of equal quality to his own works. Ilia, eager to prove himself to his Master, took the challenge. After a few months of meditation and purification of the crystals, working the metals and creating the lightsaber, Ilia presented it before Nei'Ro, and Nei'Ro approved of it. There, at that moment, Nei'Ro stood flourishing his own blade in the traditional Makashi salute... beckoning Ilia to do the same.
They had one last duel as Master and Apprentice. Ilia could not fool Nei'Ro's wisdom, but in turn Nei'Ro could not compete with Ilia's youth. The exiled Jedi's body could not hold on and finally began to surrender beneath the heavy blows Ilia offered. Nei'Ro allowed himself to be slain and without a word both the Master and Apprentice reached an unspoken accord... One had reached the other, and it was now time for the apprentice to inherit his Master's will and continue expanding his knowledge, for the sake of his Master's legacy.
Currently, Ilia owns a small apartment in Onderon's Capital, along with small apartments in Nar Shadaa and Coruscant. He focuses on developing his knowledge of the force, and a years after his Master's parting he still mourns the loss.
The rest of his history is yet to be told.
-- Stats: --
Lightsaber: Single-Phase, Curved hilt.
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Force Attunement: -4
Ship: TL-22, Light Freighter
RP Sample:
It was a cold day; cold enough to lock Ilia within his apartment on Iziz. The force flowed through everything, through him too. As a vessel for the force, he strengthened his connection to the force through meditation. His legs were crossed, his back almost parallel to the wall behind him. His arms were crossed under his chest. As his breath began to escalate into a passive sigh his arms uncoiled from under his chest while he manipulated the very force around him to gather to his hands. It laced around his fingers as he projected his presence in the force, his aura, his emotions, allowing them to burn as fuel for his power.
He was content and in a melancholic mood... searching for himself under his own skin. He used the force to reach into the very fragments of light that bounced around him. Twisting them with the force, Ilia managed to refract light scarcely. Like sparks, the light began to break into quick whips of colour; the light created the illusion of a will-o-the-wisp, hovering in front of Ilia, obstruction his vision, and onyx eyes solely focused upon the tall mirror on the wall in front of him. Ilia extended his hand forward, then brought it to his face, focusing the force through his muscles, directing the energy down to his fingertips, then projecting it, letting it erupt, past his nails. The light was again refracted, hiding the diminutive and countless lines drawn across his fingers, across his palm. The vellus hair on the back of his palm was light, thin, but still black... and even they faded under the corruption of light that Ilia provoked.
Reaching out with the force to move objects through the force had become an easy task after years of training... but to reach out and twist the very light around him was a much more tedious task. Ilia could only hide and blur his features, the details, under the obscure and premature veil of a developing 'force-camouflage'. His Master once mastered the technique, but Ilia failed to inherit it in its totality.
Without restrains his emotions would burn his patience, erupting into a display of broken light, refracted colours, dancing around him to a flamboyant beat. But with his emotions under chains the light could only literally darken and obscure his movements, but that was not the result he desired. Instead, Ilia sought to leave no trace of his passing... he sought to perfect the ability to twist the reality that the 'eyes' of others could perceive. He wished to dissolve into the air and hide himself from plain view. He wished to become one with the force and then allow it to flow around him, through him, while using the deepest energies of the force, perhaps even the dark side, to corrupt and taint light that made it possible for others to 'see' him.
Ilia extended his arm once again, turning his palm downwards. As he did so, Ilia used the force to call his curved hilt from his belt, calling it to his hand. He used the force to keep it aloof, inches over below his palm. He turned his palm to face the ceiling, and the lightsaber arched around his hand, following the motion. Hovering above his palm, the curved hilt began to rotate and hover. Ilea figured he might as well do the routine check up on his lightsaber, as Nei'Ro always urged him to. Allowing his presence to reach out, feel, and trace the lightsaber's surface, Ilia curled his fingers around the hilt. He submerged himself in the sound of a hiss... echoing, breaking the comfortable silence as the energy poured from the energy cell, manifested through the crystal inside into a clear and bright blue beam, refined and focused through the two sets of focusing lens. As it exited from the emitter shroud, past the hilt's tight circumference, the somber blue blade lit Ilia's face in incandescent neon hues crawling up his sleeve, falling down the wrinkles of his robes, rising over his shoulders. The lightsaber crooned a solemn hymn of power, delicate finesse, and art. The blade itself was fine, an instrument of precision. Ilia found comfort within the lightsaber's build... it assured him that if he hadn't learned anything, anything at all from Nei'Ro, he had at least assimilated his Master's craft as an artisan.
Ilia watched his reflection drawn across the mirror. His age began to reflect in his appearance, and even his demeanour and nature were changed by time. Only the lightsaber, clenched by his right hand, had remained the same through the last year. Only his Master's legacy remained the same. It was his right, his honour, and heritage as an apprentice to carry forth his Master's will... and answer the questions his Master posed. Finally, a year after Nei'Ro's death, Ilia could move on without mourning... he could move on without being suppressed by a shadow as giant, as broad, as Nei'Ro's.
Name: Ilia Asall
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 6'2" - Feet, Inches.-
Weight: 180pounds.
Appearance: Dressed usually in form-fitting attires, Ilia stands out at 6'2" with a slender build. Black hair rests above his scalp, fading into a silver sheen of grey, tossed in light tresses falling to tease his forehead and curl above his brows. Meanwhile, his brows are as black as his hair, curled above his almond shape eyes, thick in colour but thin in volume, long in length... A thin bridge leads to a sharp nose, while high cheekbones give him a rather gaunt appearance. Bow shaped lips rest mostly drawn back into a light frown, a pout, an expression that was worn down his features , drawing lines were his cheeks meet with his nose, brushed down past his lips, showing the first signs of his decadent youth. A long neck, chiselled by time, is usually covered in high neck cloaks or simple turtle-neck undershirts.
With long extremities, Ilia comes across as readily imposing as a human. Form fitting vests, shirts, and trousers bring out his height, while the colours, which can range from bright neons to the darkest tones of black and grey, often help to announce his mood. His attires rely on simply being practical, but he enjoys giving into the vanity of luxury and comfortableness from time to time, wearing simple robes that reflect his life style as a Dark Jedi.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Knight
Bio:
- [ Birth and Childhood.] [Age: 0-10]
Ilia Asall was born in Corellia. Ilia's father took his wife and his child (4years old at the time) to Coruscant 'for a better life. Later on while facing political problems and prosecution, his father, an aspiring politician, left his mother to search for a better life...elsewhere. In turn, Ceres, Ilia's mother was forced to survive with the stress of raising a child, and somehow dealing with her ex-husband's debt which fell upon her shoulders. She finds a stable home in a lower-classed apartment complex in the lower Coruscanti' sectors, edging dangerously close to that invisible line that divided aristocratic life in Coruscant, and the lightless underworld below.
A young small time Crime Lord, by the name of Sarkis, takes a liking to Ilia's mother. At this time, Ilia was only a small child around three galactic standard years of age. Sarkis seemed to ignore the fact that Ceres was a mother, and found his way around to seducing her with his standing and money. Ceres, who had always lived a life of aristocracy and luxury, gave into the promise of a new life of prestige (prestige in the underworld, if anything) and thus ended up offering her hand to Sarkis.
Ilia is raised as the child of a Crime Lord; Ilia became the prince of the crime organisation which later on becomes a smuggling group, named 'Sarkis' hounds'. During his childhood as Sarkis' 'son', Ilia assimilated his stepfather's sarcastic nature and way with words when dealing with the stupidest pirates and criminals that gravitated around his family, while inheriting his mother's vanity and arrogance. Self-Taught, Ilia took an interest in the work his 'father' labour, learning from him everything from fixing a ship to shooting a slug-thrower. Sarkis had eventually warmed up to the child as years passed, and once Ilia began to mature and ripen into a pubescent teen, he decided to pass onto him whatever small gift of knowledge he could, including some of his ability wielding vibro-blades.
During his childhood he seemed to be a quickly angering child, somewhat moody. Usually without tact, he could easily perceive the emotions of others surrounding him, making him into a rather cruel brat, and being Sarkis' little prince didn't help him get along with part of the 'crew'.
- [Turning point] [Age: 11]
While opening his mind to how great the galaxy truly was, Ilia found the desire to explore. Eventually, when he was around 11 or so, he taken on a trip with Sarkis throughout one of the major trade routes for the sake of a new high paying client...
The trip's destination was Dantooine, where Sarkis' Hounds would meet up with a client near the Jedi Enclave. The client was named Nei'Ro, an old kiffar Jedi Consular and Artisan on the verge of leaving the order. He had gained some of his fellow Jedi's attention for his radical teachings that seemed to tilt close to the erring potentium theory. He chose to leave the Jedi Order before being brought before the Council.
Nei'ro 'took' some lightsaber crystals from the infamous crystal cave on Dantooine, and decided to sell them, along to some standard and vague lightsabers he created, forward to some 'contacts' on Coruscant. A small time group like Sarkis' Hounds would handle the pick up and delivery, at a comfortable price.
The group had stopped some miles away from the Enclave, and while the transactions with the Nei'ro were taking place, Ilia remained inside with the mechanic. The Mechanic(mechanic being both his job, and nickname amongst the crew) always held bitter feelings towards Ilia. An argument blown out of proportion, due a comment by the mechanic about Ilia being spoiled and favoured by Sarkis above all others, resulted in a brawl. Due to the stress of his own emotions, the weight of the fight, Ilia gave into his nature, and killed the mechanic. As an empath and force-sensitive with no knowledge of his gift, Ilia surrendered to the same temptation many force-adepts before him, Jedi even, had experience. That was when the downfall began.
Nei'Ro felt the troubled Ilia through the force, while Sarkis was only alerted by the more obvious screams and curses coming from the mechanic's distinct and shrill voice. - Upon learning the full circumstances of the situation, Sarkis scolded Ilia, and swore disown him and give him to the jedi, while being ignorant of the Order's rules on only accepting children as younglings. Nei'ro saw an opportunity, and promised Sarkis to take in Ilia and find him a home amongst the Jedi, assuring Sarkis that Ilia was sensitive to the force, and that the Jedi would welcome him and then teach him to control his anger.
Ilia was left on Dantooine with Nei'Ro as a result of Sarkis' anger and Nei'ro, who lied, took Ilia as his 'apprentice'. Ilia was overcome with a medley of emotions... grief, sorrow, anger, frustration, and at some point even believed the possibility of joining the Jedi to be true... Nei'ro offered Ilia a new life, at the expense of his past's death. Joining the Jedi was impossible for Ilia, and going back to Sarkis was highly improvable. His only odds for surviving were joining Nei'Ro...
- [Travelling with a banished Jedi.][Age: 11-12]
Nei'Ro exiled himself from the Jedi Order on the same day he began transactions with Sarkis. Upon Sarkis' parting Nei'ro took Ilia as his apprentice. Moving out of Dantooine, Nei'Ro took Ilia with him during his voyages and trips. During the first year with Nei'Ro, they spend their time moving from planet to planet, staying months or weeks at a time at either space or the ship, Ilia began picking up the secrets of the force from his new Master. A year had passed since he was forced to leave his old life behind, and Ilia became less reclusive towards Nei'Ro... to the point where Ilia began opening himself to the banished Jedi, and also began learning from him. During this period of time, Nei'Ro began the construction of generic lightsabers, works of fine art with no real inspiration behind them, watered down to be nothing more than pretty training sabers, which he sold to high bidders and collectors across the galaxy.
Meanwhile, Ilia was forced to travel and in the process picked up essential tools of trade and skills that would help him out later out in life. Having lived a sheltered life as Sarkis' son, he did not have much experience with the simple little things he had learned. He once learned to use a blaster thanks to Sarkis, but he applied the ability to use until his time spent with Nei'Ro. Likewise, many of his skills, including his ability to pilot a star-ship, repair an engine, or fix a hyperdrive, were nurtured along the course of the year they spend travelling.
- [Training as a force adept.][Age: 12-15]
Ilia was already 12 years old according to galactic standards when Nei'Ro decided to settle down in Onderon and commence Ilia's training.
At a slow and steady rate, Nei'ro began his descend into the dark-side, gradually allowing his greedy personality to lead him towards the pestilence of the darkest energies of the force. Drunk on the possibility of power beyond his old position as a Consular at the order, Nei'Ro began changing, but always retrained an inhuman grace and control over his own emotions. Throughout the relatively peaceful years on Onderon, Nei'ro changes were becoming steady, and they reflected upon his lessons to Ilia. And Ilia, who was ignorant at the time, dedicated his life solely to the study of the force under Nei'Ro's guidance and tutelage.
Ilia's training usually involved long hours of meditation, along with the basic skills he lacked to survive in a planet such an Onderon. Nei'Ro taught him to hunt, to feel the life of his prey through the force, and spend a considerable amount of time in reshaping Ilia's body, reconditioning it; reforming it to make it, shape it, into a vessel and medium through which Ilia could control the force.
- [Temporary Exile.][Age: 16]
At some point, Ilia began seeing changes in his own self. He was no longer the street-brat and city boy he used to be. He was no longer put to unease by the thickest forests of Onderon, or by the occasional visit to Dxun where his Master would spend days trying to shape Ilia into the perfect dark jedi.
Nei'Ro decided that Ilia was old enough, strong enough, to be exiled in Onderon. Ilia was 16 by then and had grown considerably during his time with Nei'Ro.
Once an empath, Ilia could sense the emotions of others, but during a few months of exile, that Nei'ro forced upon him, he began understanding himself, and his purpose in 'life'. Nei'ro thought it was crucial for Ilia to reflect alone and to grow without the shadow of authority blinding him, keeping him from true progress. Nei'Ro taught him that there was no death, only the force, but how true were Nei'Ro's teachings? Was it not his goal to gain knowledge, knowledge to control the potential power?
During the six month exile, Ilia managed to survive, reverting to a feral and vicious nature he never thought possible of himself. He learned to control his body, and to project his aura beyond the flesh. His telekinetic abilities began to develop, and he became proficient at the manipulation of the force itself. Nei'Ro taught him the theory of the force and of all the different applications of it, but the silence and solitude of his exile taught him experience; allowing him to applicate said knowledge into reality, and then convert it into power.
- [Training as a Dark Jedi.][Age: 16-18]
After the exile Ilia would dedicate the next few years to his studies... Nei'Ro began teaching Ilia both in combat and theory, exercise and theory; both on philosophy of the force and its use. Nei'Ro gifted Ilia with a simple training saber, and with it instructed Ilia with contemporary teachings parallel to that of his jedi roots.
Nei'Ro taught Ilia the basics of Shii-Cho and Ilia began assimilating them accordingly. They practiced with the orthodox 'velocities'... But while teaching Shii-Cho to Ilia, Nei'Ro began to include the basic theories behind Makashi's philosophies into the training. As a Jedi Consular and Artisan, Nei'Ro preferred the artful Form II, its grace, finesse, and its history. Because of his preference towards the form, he began molding Ilia according to his knowledge and ability of Makashi.
Two years and after the intensive training began, Ilia was already 18, well on his way to sharpening his crude swordsmanship. Ilia was able to refine Shii-Cho by learning Makashi, with the aid of countless spars and lightsaber training sessions with his Master. Eventually, Nei'Ro began introducing the different lightsaber forms into Ilia's training. Ilia only took a real interest towards Form V, but never got too far studying it.
He was too absorbed by the use of the force. It was something mystical, beyond him. Unlike many Jedi who were almost literally born into a world that revolved around the force, with their lives taught to gravitate around it, Ilia had been raised in the streets, seeing the how gritty and dirty humans, aliens, every sentient in general, could be. Once powerless, now Ilia was experiencing change. The force was a mysterious gift, and he came to appreciate it beyond words; and in the process, obsessed to some extent, his ability in the force increased.
- [Back home.][Age: 18]
Nei'ro once again saw change as a crucial tool to sculpt Ilia. - After the years spend on Onderon and Dxun, he decided to travel once again, and their first destination was Coruscant. The banished kiffar Jedi saw it necessary for Ilia to decide, on his own free will, whether he would follow him, or return to his old life.
Upon arriving at Coruscant Ilia saw how much everything had changed. Superficially, the planet remained the same. An industrial wasteland. His old care for his home planet was now absent from him; he appreciated the force much more, and above all, the living force... that seamless, invisible, energy that connected everything.
The atmosphere in Coruscant seemed too thick to breathe in. Regardless, Ilia took a day to stalk his old family, to see what had happened, but he was surprised to see Sarkis evolve. Sarkis' hounds were still a small and recognisable group and organisation, but their fame had withered considerably. Sarkis found more success in smuggling jobs, where the clientele would pay absurd amounts just to get the rarest animal hides, or illegal products like the death sticks. On the other hand, His mother, Ceres, was nothing but a shell of a woman... corrupted by her vanity, driven to nothing but a pathetic existence.
Ilia returned to his true home aboard Nei'Ro's ship, deciding to stay with his Master and finish his training. His hate for Sarkis, his hate for his mother, were erased by a more content and passive, seeping, malice and ill-intent towards his past. And the sorrow, despair, and melancholy of facing the truth became the fuel that ignited his passion for his own growth; if he was metal, his hate was the flame that made him malleable, and his master was the hammer that gave him shape.
- [His first true lightsaber][Age:18-19]
It was time for Ilia to reach a new stage in his unorthodox training. Nei'Ro took him back to Dantooine, where they would search for natural crystals to use in the creation of Ilia's first saber. Nei'Ro passed down most of his techniques regarding metal, crystals, and lightsaber construction in general to Ilia. A whole year was spend in the process of meditation to refine the crystals, to forge them with the force, and then the actual construction of the pieces and assembly of the lightsaber. During this year most of their time was spend on the ship, travelling. They would arrive at different space ports, and Ilia only took breaks to get the necessary tools, or to run errands for his Master.
- [Gathering Experience][Age: 19-21 ]
After his first lightsaber was constructed, Nei'ro began introducing Ilia back into the galaxy. Nei'Ro took him back to Coruscant, where he would force Ilia to take up small-time assassination targets, bounties that weren't worth the hassle. Amongst them, part of Sarkis' old crew was listed. Without mercy, and with a coldness he developed through feelings of detachment from his old family, Ilia gave into angst and finished the jobs with considerable ease.
Once Ilia created a small fame as a nameless 'Jedi' slaying small time criminals he began taking jobs that would include hunting down small time Jedi. Nei'Ro moved him to Nar Shadda, where Ilia was forced to step up. - At Nar Shadda, the first few jobs went along well, until he was forced to face higher ranking targets. At the expense of a few wounds and a few weeks of healing for each, Ilia went back to hunting, until he finally created some fame, and gathered some experience.
Two years pass, Ilia is 21, and begins showing the first signs of maturity as he comes into adulthood. By working with clients of the Underworld, sometimes prestigious politicians, Ilia began to warm up to the ways of the underground once again. Everything he had picked up in his childhood seemed to be useful now. His ability to persuade his clients, sometimes even his foes, made him arrogant and prideful.
- [Back into relative Exile][Age: 21-27]
One client in Nar Shaddaa felt immense grief towards a group of three Dark Jedi seen often around The Corellian Sector. Nei'Ro advised Ilia against taking such a mission, but the apprentice turned away from his master's words and decided to accept the client's outrageous request. Up until then, Ilia had never faced another force user similar to himself. His experience was limited to some jedi, which weren't really up to par with your usual Knight. Facing Dark Siders much like himself proved to be a challenging task.
The group of Dark Jedi were hunted one after another by Ilia. As a group it would've been impossible for Ilia to complete his job. When they parted ways Ilia took his chance to exterminate the youngest looking Dark Jedi from the group. He succeeded in assassinating the first and second targets in the same manner, but to his dismay they were both apprentices of the third target.
When facing the Master Ilia lost pathetically. But the fight was not in vain... he managed to flee at the expense of his lightsaber being demolished, and his pride being broken. He felt weak, immature, and still too green, too unready to ripen to his full potential.
Nei'Ro chose to accompany his student and continue his training in Dantooine. He carried the emotional scars of his first loss with him to exile in a small settlement in Dantooine. There he would get accustomed to the simple and rural lifestyle Nei'Ro taught him. He would spend the next 6 years under his Master's regimen.
Back into relative Exile with his Master, Ilia was brought back to the basics. His training restarted from the ground, using his already existing knowledge as the foundation, as Nei'Ro began to pile up knowledge upon his apprentice. Creating a tower, creating a structure of intricate beliefs, tenets, codes, dogmas, that mirrored that of the Jedi, while becoming phantasmagoric replica of the almost opposite, with striking similarities. A dark jedi in the literal and truest sense, Nei'Ro once again began shaping his apprentice's personality and beliefs.
- [Inhering his Master's will.][Age 27+]
As Ilia turned 27, Nei'Ro had taught him all he could by then. Nei'Ro had led Ilia down the path of a Jedi, then dragged him down into the corruption of the dark side. His training always emphasised upon control one of one's own body; creating harmony between the force, and the vessel (the body). Emotions were the greatest catalyst for power, Nei'ro always said. But Ilia learned that without control the power gained could corrode the body... Nei'Ro's body seemed to corrode due to his unrestrained indulgence in the dark side and Ilia, seeing his Master's decadence, was not without his own unanswered questions. He always took upon him the responsibility as an apprentice to ask and question the Master, while trusting him in the process.
Ilia inherited Nei'Ro's abilities with the force, the crafting of simple alloys to make beautiful art in the form of compact lightsabers, the grace of a Makashi duellist, and his unorthodox views on the force as a deity, and entity, which many personalities and facets, and a will of its own.
Nei'Ro asked Ilia to create a new lightsaber, with strict specifications, expecting him to create a saber of equal quality to his own works. Ilia, eager to prove himself to his Master, took the challenge. After a few months of meditation and purification of the crystals, working the metals and creating the lightsaber, Ilia presented it before Nei'Ro, and Nei'Ro approved of it. There, at that moment, Nei'Ro stood flourishing his own blade in the traditional Makashi salute... beckoning Ilia to do the same.
They had one last duel as Master and Apprentice. Ilia could not fool Nei'Ro's wisdom, but in turn Nei'Ro could not compete with Ilia's youth. The exiled Jedi's body could not hold on and finally began to surrender beneath the heavy blows Ilia offered. Nei'Ro allowed himself to be slain and without a word both the Master and Apprentice reached an unspoken accord... One had reached the other, and it was now time for the apprentice to inherit his Master's will and continue expanding his knowledge, for the sake of his Master's legacy.
Currently, Ilia owns a small apartment in Onderon's Capital, along with small apartments in Nar Shadaa and Coruscant. He focuses on developing his knowledge of the force, and a years after his Master's parting he still mourns the loss.
The rest of his history is yet to be told.
-- Stats: --
Lightsaber: Single-Phase, Curved hilt.
Details: Ilia wields a sleek curved hilt. Done in different metallic allows, the hilt retains a sheen silver hue throughout its curvature that lightens and darkens according to the different pieces of the lightsaber. The hilt is rather long, and its curve is broad, and not as sudden as the average lightsaber designed for Makashi. Also, it is rather thin, made to fit neatly into Ilia's broad palm, and skeletal and long fingers. For activation, the hilt has, as a safety measure, two ignition sensors... one placed where Ilia's pinkie would curl around the hilt, and the second rests below Ilia's thumb it glides upon the length of the hilt in the accustomed Makashi grip. - The lightsaber cannot be ignited without both buttons being pressed; and once ignited, the blade does not fade until both buttons are released.
Color: Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
- Shii-Cho: 5
- Makashi: 5
- Soresu: n/a
- Ataru: n/a
- Shien / Djem So: 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded: n/a - Niman: n/a
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: n/a - Juyo: n/a
- Double Bladed Combat: n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
- Telekinetic: 7
- Telepathic: 2
- Body: 7
- Sense: 6
- Protection: 7
- Healing: 2
- Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
- Force Camouflage
Attributes:
- Physical Strength: 6
- Intelligence: 7
- Speed: 7
- Leadership: 6
- Unarmed: 4
- Melee Weapons: 5
- Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: -4
Ship: TL-22, Light Freighter
RP Sample:
It was a cold day; cold enough to lock Ilia within his apartment on Iziz. The force flowed through everything, through him too. As a vessel for the force, he strengthened his connection to the force through meditation. His legs were crossed, his back almost parallel to the wall behind him. His arms were crossed under his chest. As his breath began to escalate into a passive sigh his arms uncoiled from under his chest while he manipulated the very force around him to gather to his hands. It laced around his fingers as he projected his presence in the force, his aura, his emotions, allowing them to burn as fuel for his power.
He was content and in a melancholic mood... searching for himself under his own skin. He used the force to reach into the very fragments of light that bounced around him. Twisting them with the force, Ilia managed to refract light scarcely. Like sparks, the light began to break into quick whips of colour; the light created the illusion of a will-o-the-wisp, hovering in front of Ilia, obstruction his vision, and onyx eyes solely focused upon the tall mirror on the wall in front of him. Ilia extended his hand forward, then brought it to his face, focusing the force through his muscles, directing the energy down to his fingertips, then projecting it, letting it erupt, past his nails. The light was again refracted, hiding the diminutive and countless lines drawn across his fingers, across his palm. The vellus hair on the back of his palm was light, thin, but still black... and even they faded under the corruption of light that Ilia provoked.
Reaching out with the force to move objects through the force had become an easy task after years of training... but to reach out and twist the very light around him was a much more tedious task. Ilia could only hide and blur his features, the details, under the obscure and premature veil of a developing 'force-camouflage'. His Master once mastered the technique, but Ilia failed to inherit it in its totality.
Without restrains his emotions would burn his patience, erupting into a display of broken light, refracted colours, dancing around him to a flamboyant beat. But with his emotions under chains the light could only literally darken and obscure his movements, but that was not the result he desired. Instead, Ilia sought to leave no trace of his passing... he sought to perfect the ability to twist the reality that the 'eyes' of others could perceive. He wished to dissolve into the air and hide himself from plain view. He wished to become one with the force and then allow it to flow around him, through him, while using the deepest energies of the force, perhaps even the dark side, to corrupt and taint light that made it possible for others to 'see' him.
Ilia extended his arm once again, turning his palm downwards. As he did so, Ilia used the force to call his curved hilt from his belt, calling it to his hand. He used the force to keep it aloof, inches over below his palm. He turned his palm to face the ceiling, and the lightsaber arched around his hand, following the motion. Hovering above his palm, the curved hilt began to rotate and hover. Ilea figured he might as well do the routine check up on his lightsaber, as Nei'Ro always urged him to. Allowing his presence to reach out, feel, and trace the lightsaber's surface, Ilia curled his fingers around the hilt. He submerged himself in the sound of a hiss... echoing, breaking the comfortable silence as the energy poured from the energy cell, manifested through the crystal inside into a clear and bright blue beam, refined and focused through the two sets of focusing lens. As it exited from the emitter shroud, past the hilt's tight circumference, the somber blue blade lit Ilia's face in incandescent neon hues crawling up his sleeve, falling down the wrinkles of his robes, rising over his shoulders. The lightsaber crooned a solemn hymn of power, delicate finesse, and art. The blade itself was fine, an instrument of precision. Ilia found comfort within the lightsaber's build... it assured him that if he hadn't learned anything, anything at all from Nei'Ro, he had at least assimilated his Master's craft as an artisan.
Ilia watched his reflection drawn across the mirror. His age began to reflect in his appearance, and even his demeanour and nature were changed by time. Only the lightsaber, clenched by his right hand, had remained the same through the last year. Only his Master's legacy remained the same. It was his right, his honour, and heritage as an apprentice to carry forth his Master's will... and answer the questions his Master posed. Finally, a year after Nei'Ro's death, Ilia could move on without mourning... he could move on without being suppressed by a shadow as giant, as broad, as Nei'Ro's.
