Post by Xyndar Galadan on Apr 30, 2010 13:08:27 GMT -5
Name: Xyndar Galadan
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 5'11
Weight: 183 lbs
Appearance: Xyndar has silver-ish gray hair that hangs down past his neck, with several bangs hanging down over his eyes. His eyes are an odd Grey flecked throughout with blue, Always seeming to be locked in a cold, emotionless state. Running down across his left eye, He has a jagged scar from an accident growing up on the streets of Coronet. Standing at 5'11, Xyndar is usually covered by grey-ish white clothes, and black gloves.
Personality: Xyndar is generally a person possessed by a cold disposition. Growing up on his own, He quickly learned that there was only one person that mattered in this life, Himself. On occasion Xyndar will show his true emotions, but most times he's either cold and emotionless, or in a towering rage. Rage is the only true emotion that Xyndar displays on average, and even that is a rare occurance.
Birth place:Coronet, Corellia
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/a
Previous Rank: N/a
Bio: Xyndar was born in Coronet, the capital city of Corellia. As an infant, he had a fairly normal childhood, growing up with loving parents, a balanced diet, the necessities of life at that age. When Xyndar turned five, He was introduced to one of his fathers "Business Partners" who was treated with an unusual amount of respect whenever he was there. Over the next two years, Xyndar spent much of his time playing with the other kids who lived nearby, and reading, again a fairly normal childhood. A few days after he turned seven, Xyndar was being brought home from one of his friends houses when He and his friend and his friends mother noticed a large column of smoke coming from the direction of his home. Being dragged along by his friends mother, He was quickly at his home, a towering column of flames and smoke, surrounded by neighbours and emergency personnel trying to stop the blaze and see if anyone was stuck inside. Listening to the people nearby a while later, Xyndar caught several mentions of his parents, and "poor child".
It was that night when Xyndar was told that he would be living with another family, that his parents had been killed in the fire. Scared and depressed, Xyndar was numb as he went to live with his new family, hating the next few years with them as He wanted his real family back, screaming and ranting several times that it wasn't fair. When Xyndar turned twelve, He'd had enough with his "family" and their lies, He'd learned the truth about the fire from an article on the Holonet, that his parents hadn't died in a tragic accident like he'd been told, They'd been burned alive to send a message to Coronet, That one must always pay their debts. So he ran away, quickly dissapearing into the streets of Coronet, growing up on his own, relying on his own abilities to survive, adapting to the harsh parts of life. Around the time he turned 16, Xyndar began to develop his force talents, Using them to help make his life easier whether it be to steal food or credits by being slightly more charismatic, or too beat would-be vandals and thieves who would try to steal the few possesions he owned, Seeming to know when to strike and when to run. For the next couple years Xyndar thrived on the streets of Coronet, taking what he needed to survive and only running when faced with a situation He couldn't handle.
Shortly before he turned nineteen Xyndar was forced to stow aboard a ship while being chased by the authorities of Coronet for stealing enough food and credits to survive for nearly two weeks, Not knowing who the ship belonged to or where it's destination was, only knowing that it couldn't be worse then being caught and arrested. Shortly after the ship took off and made the jump to hyperspace He was shocked when he heard someone entering the cargo bay, before he heard someone demanding he come out. Standing warily, Xyndar was shocked to see a man standing in black robes, with yellow eyes. The man stared at him for a minute, judging him, before demanding to know why he was on his ship. Xyndar, in shock and slight fear of the man before him, stammered out that he was running, not divulging what he was running from, before trying to be polite, introducing himself and asking the mans name. All he got was a mumbled Kensei, before he was told to find a seat and wait quietly, with an emphasis on quietly, for them to reach Kensei's destination.
It was a day later that they arrived on Korriban, where Kensei told Xyndar to follow him, turning and walking away before making sure that Xyndar was actually following him. Kensei lead him to a Small Enclave on Korriban, where he pointed out an empty room and t old him that would be his from now on, and that someone would fetch him the next day. Xyndar, having no idea what was happening, tried to be polite when he asked him what was going on, and where he was. Kensei told him to shut up, get some sleep, and wait to be picked up the next day. After a fitful nights sleep, Xyndar was awoken by a pounding on his door, before being told that if he wasn't dressed and outside his door in two minutes, He'd be forgotten and left behind. Quickly scrambling to get dressed and outside, He was surprised to see another man in black robes, Before he was motioned to follow him, as he turned and left, leaving Xyndar with no other option then to follow him. Thus Xyndar arrived on Korriban, and began his descent into darkness. Over the next two years Xyndar's life revolved around training, Working to master Shii-Cho and developing his, at the time, small amount of potential in the force. As he grew, Xyndar showed an aptitude rarely seen for the destructive potential that the Force held, Fed by the rage he kept buried inside.
It wasn't long after Xyndar turned twenty that rumours began to spread across Korriban of an Order being established, and Dark Jedi being hunted down. Xyndar's intructor, Kensei, and the other so called "Sith" that resided in the Enclave weren't worried, They'd faced other bands of Dark Jedi and survived, What threat could this Order be to them? For the next couple months life continued as usual, training for the time when they could strike against the Jedi and the odd supply run off-planet. That changed the day when a group of, what appeared to be, one of the many wandering Dark Jedi who roamed Korriban while they hid from the Jedi and the Republic. Xyndar watched emotionlessly from his room as the few "Sith" from the Enclave went out to deal with them, Only really noticing that Kensei hadn't gone to confront them, before his eyes widened as he watched one of the more powerful of the members be impaled on a crimson blade of energy, before all hell broke loose as the outsiders started to slaughter the few "Sith" on planet. Quickly gathering what few belongings he had, Xyndar shrugged on his robe before pulling the hood up to obscure his hair's distinctive coloring and made his way to Kensei's room, planning to gather what he could before making a run for it. Moving as fast as he could, Xyndar was rather surprised to see Kensei franticall gathering anything of value, including a couple spare lightsaber crystals which held more value then almost anyhting in the Enclave. Debating to himself if he should make his presence known to Kensei, He was forced to move when he heard the sounds of the battle outside stop suddenly. Acting without thought, Xyndar moved behind Kensei and pulled his lightsaber from the back of his belt, Holding it almost against Kensei's back before igniting it, burning a hole straight threw his instructors chest. Gathering the few belongings he could, and taking Kensei's lightsaber with him, Xyndar quickly left the room and started to make his way towards the secondary entrance on the opposite side of the building as the outsiders.
Turning the last corner before he could reach the exit, Xyndar was stopped in his tracks as he stared at one of the outsiders, Who had apparently been waiting for him. Quickly brining his lightsaber up, He settled into a basic Shii-Cho stance, Knowing that if he fought, He would die. His eyes locked on his opponent who seemed to smile before bringing up his own lightsaber, the crimson blade seeming to brighten the room compared to Xyndar's own Dark Red blade. Xyndar blinked and nearly missed his opponents attack, clumsily stepping back to gain room as he parried the blade down, quickly thrusting his blade up, hoping to score atleast one hit before the battle ended. Watching his opponent side-step his thrust with ease, He wasn't expecting the blast of force to his chest, sending him flying into the wall and knocking his lightsaber from his hand. Before Xyndar could reach for his lightsaber, He found a crimson blade resting uncomfortably close to his eye. Looking up, He locked eyes with his opponent before asking who he was, wanting to know who killed him. Xyndar's eyes widened exponentially when he heard his opponent call himself a member of the Sith Order, Something that he had only believed to be rumours. Stammering out quickly, Xyndar tried to explain that he was a Sith, that he hadn't known there was an Order, Only that the few "Sith" he had known were the members of the Enclave. By now, the rest of the Sith group had arrived, making it obvious that everyone else in the enclave had been slaughtered. Xyndar took advantage of the hesitation the Sith showed, throwing all of his might in the force into a wave of power, skidding his opponent back as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his lightsaber and leaning against the wall to help stay standing, His eyes flickering from one Sith to the next, wondering which one would kill him. Xyndar watched as a silent conversation took place between the group, Never lowering his blade, waiting for the first strike, before being shocked again as his opponent de-activated his lightsaber and replaced it on his belt, turning and leading the group towards the exit, Stopping at the doorway to ask Xyndar if he was coming, or if he'd rather die here with the rest of the rats. Nodding quickly, Xyndar de-activated his lightsaber before slowly making his way towards the group, still wary of an attack, as they left the enclave a smoking ruin. Xyndar quietly asked his former opponent where they were going, Only getting a short two-word sentence in reply, The Temple.
Lightsaber: Single-blade, Single-phase, Curved Hilt
Color: Dark Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/a
Soresu: N/a
Ataru: N/a
Shien / Djem So: N/a
>>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: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: N/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample: Xyndar stared dispassionately at Kensei's back, a moving shadow against the obsidian backdrop of the Temple walls, as he followed his...instructor, for lack of a better term. All he knew was that he had been surprised by Kensei at his door, being told to follow him for a "unique" test. Wondering what test He was being taken to, Xyndar spoke up. "Kensei....Where are we going, and why am I being tested?" Kensei spared him a backwards glacne over his shoulder, before facing forwards again as they continued down the corridor. Xyndar could hear Kensei sigh, before he answered him. "Your not meeting my expectations, Xyndar, So we're going to test you, to make sure your a...valued investment." Xyndar, for a moment, let the shock show on his face before his face returned to it's normal dispassionate state. Quietly wondering to himself what this "test" was, He nearly walked into Kensei's back as he stopped suddenly, before turning to Xyndar and motioning him threw the door they'd reached. Xyndar bowed slightly to Kensei, before moving past him into the room beyond, only seeing a small barely lit circle on the floor to indicate where he was supposed to stand. A crackling filled the air, before Kensei's voice was filtered threwout the room "When I'm finished giving your instructions, you will activate your lightsaber, and you test shall begin. There is no option for failure." As Kensei's voice faded, Xyndar quickly reached to the back of his belt, grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it as he brought it up into a basic Makashi stance, staring in surprise at the similar lightsaber across the room.
Moving forward slowly, Xyndar advanced towards the similar crimson glow, and as he neared about ten feet from his opponent, he de-activated his lightsaber, making himself invisible to his opponent in the darkness. Moving behind the crimson glow, He brought his saber up and activated it as he lunged forward, intending to bury it in his opponent, only to be foiled by a clumsy downwards parry. Growling in frustration, Xyndar backhanded his opponent before settling back, preparing for a retaliatory strike, watching his opponent stare at him, Fury dancing in his crimson tinted eyes. Bringing his saber up he caught the strike aimed at his head, angling it downwards, as his opponent began a furious combination of strikes and slashes, most being parried but a few making it threw, leaving painful burn marks along Xyndars chest and arms. Snarling to himself, Xyndar fed on his rage as he gathered the force into his hand before thrusting it towards his opponent, letting a small, weak amount of lightning course threw his hand and outwards, into his opponents saber arm, leaving electrical burns along his arm as the lightning faded.
Xyndar, tiring of this test, lurched forward, starting his own assault, battering away at his opponents defences, waiting for him to leave his guard open enough to finish this. Xyndar growled as he saw the opening he'd been waiting for, had been pushing his opponent back on the defensive for, and lunged once more, thrusting his blade into his opponents guard, and burying it in his chest. De-activating his saber, He let his opponent fall to the ground, before kicking his still active blade from his hand, and stared dispassionately down, watching his opponent die, before turning to the sound of applause from the darkness, and nearly being blinded as the lights in the room were turned on, showing several Sith having watched the "test" as Kensei strode towards him. "You've passed Xyndar, you've proven your will to live and your power over a more experienced opponent. Continue along this path, and you may yet be useful." Bowing, Xyndar turned and made his way from the room, nearly collapsing as the door closed behind him, leaving him exhausted from the fight as the adrenaline pumping through him faded.
Race: Human
Age: 20
Height: 5'11
Weight: 183 lbs
Appearance: Xyndar has silver-ish gray hair that hangs down past his neck, with several bangs hanging down over his eyes. His eyes are an odd Grey flecked throughout with blue, Always seeming to be locked in a cold, emotionless state. Running down across his left eye, He has a jagged scar from an accident growing up on the streets of Coronet. Standing at 5'11, Xyndar is usually covered by grey-ish white clothes, and black gloves.
Personality: Xyndar is generally a person possessed by a cold disposition. Growing up on his own, He quickly learned that there was only one person that mattered in this life, Himself. On occasion Xyndar will show his true emotions, but most times he's either cold and emotionless, or in a towering rage. Rage is the only true emotion that Xyndar displays on average, and even that is a rare occurance.
Birth place:Coronet, Corellia
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/a
Previous Rank: N/a
Bio: Xyndar was born in Coronet, the capital city of Corellia. As an infant, he had a fairly normal childhood, growing up with loving parents, a balanced diet, the necessities of life at that age. When Xyndar turned five, He was introduced to one of his fathers "Business Partners" who was treated with an unusual amount of respect whenever he was there. Over the next two years, Xyndar spent much of his time playing with the other kids who lived nearby, and reading, again a fairly normal childhood. A few days after he turned seven, Xyndar was being brought home from one of his friends houses when He and his friend and his friends mother noticed a large column of smoke coming from the direction of his home. Being dragged along by his friends mother, He was quickly at his home, a towering column of flames and smoke, surrounded by neighbours and emergency personnel trying to stop the blaze and see if anyone was stuck inside. Listening to the people nearby a while later, Xyndar caught several mentions of his parents, and "poor child".
It was that night when Xyndar was told that he would be living with another family, that his parents had been killed in the fire. Scared and depressed, Xyndar was numb as he went to live with his new family, hating the next few years with them as He wanted his real family back, screaming and ranting several times that it wasn't fair. When Xyndar turned twelve, He'd had enough with his "family" and their lies, He'd learned the truth about the fire from an article on the Holonet, that his parents hadn't died in a tragic accident like he'd been told, They'd been burned alive to send a message to Coronet, That one must always pay their debts. So he ran away, quickly dissapearing into the streets of Coronet, growing up on his own, relying on his own abilities to survive, adapting to the harsh parts of life. Around the time he turned 16, Xyndar began to develop his force talents, Using them to help make his life easier whether it be to steal food or credits by being slightly more charismatic, or too beat would-be vandals and thieves who would try to steal the few possesions he owned, Seeming to know when to strike and when to run. For the next couple years Xyndar thrived on the streets of Coronet, taking what he needed to survive and only running when faced with a situation He couldn't handle.
Shortly before he turned nineteen Xyndar was forced to stow aboard a ship while being chased by the authorities of Coronet for stealing enough food and credits to survive for nearly two weeks, Not knowing who the ship belonged to or where it's destination was, only knowing that it couldn't be worse then being caught and arrested. Shortly after the ship took off and made the jump to hyperspace He was shocked when he heard someone entering the cargo bay, before he heard someone demanding he come out. Standing warily, Xyndar was shocked to see a man standing in black robes, with yellow eyes. The man stared at him for a minute, judging him, before demanding to know why he was on his ship. Xyndar, in shock and slight fear of the man before him, stammered out that he was running, not divulging what he was running from, before trying to be polite, introducing himself and asking the mans name. All he got was a mumbled Kensei, before he was told to find a seat and wait quietly, with an emphasis on quietly, for them to reach Kensei's destination.
It was a day later that they arrived on Korriban, where Kensei told Xyndar to follow him, turning and walking away before making sure that Xyndar was actually following him. Kensei lead him to a Small Enclave on Korriban, where he pointed out an empty room and t old him that would be his from now on, and that someone would fetch him the next day. Xyndar, having no idea what was happening, tried to be polite when he asked him what was going on, and where he was. Kensei told him to shut up, get some sleep, and wait to be picked up the next day. After a fitful nights sleep, Xyndar was awoken by a pounding on his door, before being told that if he wasn't dressed and outside his door in two minutes, He'd be forgotten and left behind. Quickly scrambling to get dressed and outside, He was surprised to see another man in black robes, Before he was motioned to follow him, as he turned and left, leaving Xyndar with no other option then to follow him. Thus Xyndar arrived on Korriban, and began his descent into darkness. Over the next two years Xyndar's life revolved around training, Working to master Shii-Cho and developing his, at the time, small amount of potential in the force. As he grew, Xyndar showed an aptitude rarely seen for the destructive potential that the Force held, Fed by the rage he kept buried inside.
It wasn't long after Xyndar turned twenty that rumours began to spread across Korriban of an Order being established, and Dark Jedi being hunted down. Xyndar's intructor, Kensei, and the other so called "Sith" that resided in the Enclave weren't worried, They'd faced other bands of Dark Jedi and survived, What threat could this Order be to them? For the next couple months life continued as usual, training for the time when they could strike against the Jedi and the odd supply run off-planet. That changed the day when a group of, what appeared to be, one of the many wandering Dark Jedi who roamed Korriban while they hid from the Jedi and the Republic. Xyndar watched emotionlessly from his room as the few "Sith" from the Enclave went out to deal with them, Only really noticing that Kensei hadn't gone to confront them, before his eyes widened as he watched one of the more powerful of the members be impaled on a crimson blade of energy, before all hell broke loose as the outsiders started to slaughter the few "Sith" on planet. Quickly gathering what few belongings he had, Xyndar shrugged on his robe before pulling the hood up to obscure his hair's distinctive coloring and made his way to Kensei's room, planning to gather what he could before making a run for it. Moving as fast as he could, Xyndar was rather surprised to see Kensei franticall gathering anything of value, including a couple spare lightsaber crystals which held more value then almost anyhting in the Enclave. Debating to himself if he should make his presence known to Kensei, He was forced to move when he heard the sounds of the battle outside stop suddenly. Acting without thought, Xyndar moved behind Kensei and pulled his lightsaber from the back of his belt, Holding it almost against Kensei's back before igniting it, burning a hole straight threw his instructors chest. Gathering the few belongings he could, and taking Kensei's lightsaber with him, Xyndar quickly left the room and started to make his way towards the secondary entrance on the opposite side of the building as the outsiders.
Turning the last corner before he could reach the exit, Xyndar was stopped in his tracks as he stared at one of the outsiders, Who had apparently been waiting for him. Quickly brining his lightsaber up, He settled into a basic Shii-Cho stance, Knowing that if he fought, He would die. His eyes locked on his opponent who seemed to smile before bringing up his own lightsaber, the crimson blade seeming to brighten the room compared to Xyndar's own Dark Red blade. Xyndar blinked and nearly missed his opponents attack, clumsily stepping back to gain room as he parried the blade down, quickly thrusting his blade up, hoping to score atleast one hit before the battle ended. Watching his opponent side-step his thrust with ease, He wasn't expecting the blast of force to his chest, sending him flying into the wall and knocking his lightsaber from his hand. Before Xyndar could reach for his lightsaber, He found a crimson blade resting uncomfortably close to his eye. Looking up, He locked eyes with his opponent before asking who he was, wanting to know who killed him. Xyndar's eyes widened exponentially when he heard his opponent call himself a member of the Sith Order, Something that he had only believed to be rumours. Stammering out quickly, Xyndar tried to explain that he was a Sith, that he hadn't known there was an Order, Only that the few "Sith" he had known were the members of the Enclave. By now, the rest of the Sith group had arrived, making it obvious that everyone else in the enclave had been slaughtered. Xyndar took advantage of the hesitation the Sith showed, throwing all of his might in the force into a wave of power, skidding his opponent back as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his lightsaber and leaning against the wall to help stay standing, His eyes flickering from one Sith to the next, wondering which one would kill him. Xyndar watched as a silent conversation took place between the group, Never lowering his blade, waiting for the first strike, before being shocked again as his opponent de-activated his lightsaber and replaced it on his belt, turning and leading the group towards the exit, Stopping at the doorway to ask Xyndar if he was coming, or if he'd rather die here with the rest of the rats. Nodding quickly, Xyndar de-activated his lightsaber before slowly making his way towards the group, still wary of an attack, as they left the enclave a smoking ruin. Xyndar quietly asked his former opponent where they were going, Only getting a short two-word sentence in reply, The Temple.
Lightsaber: Single-blade, Single-phase, Curved Hilt
Color: Dark Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 3
Makashi: N/a
Soresu: N/a
Ataru: N/a
Shien / Djem So: N/a
>>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: 2
Telepathic: 1
Body: 2
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: N/a
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -2
RP Sample: Xyndar stared dispassionately at Kensei's back, a moving shadow against the obsidian backdrop of the Temple walls, as he followed his...instructor, for lack of a better term. All he knew was that he had been surprised by Kensei at his door, being told to follow him for a "unique" test. Wondering what test He was being taken to, Xyndar spoke up. "Kensei....Where are we going, and why am I being tested?" Kensei spared him a backwards glacne over his shoulder, before facing forwards again as they continued down the corridor. Xyndar could hear Kensei sigh, before he answered him. "Your not meeting my expectations, Xyndar, So we're going to test you, to make sure your a...valued investment." Xyndar, for a moment, let the shock show on his face before his face returned to it's normal dispassionate state. Quietly wondering to himself what this "test" was, He nearly walked into Kensei's back as he stopped suddenly, before turning to Xyndar and motioning him threw the door they'd reached. Xyndar bowed slightly to Kensei, before moving past him into the room beyond, only seeing a small barely lit circle on the floor to indicate where he was supposed to stand. A crackling filled the air, before Kensei's voice was filtered threwout the room "When I'm finished giving your instructions, you will activate your lightsaber, and you test shall begin. There is no option for failure." As Kensei's voice faded, Xyndar quickly reached to the back of his belt, grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it as he brought it up into a basic Makashi stance, staring in surprise at the similar lightsaber across the room.
Moving forward slowly, Xyndar advanced towards the similar crimson glow, and as he neared about ten feet from his opponent, he de-activated his lightsaber, making himself invisible to his opponent in the darkness. Moving behind the crimson glow, He brought his saber up and activated it as he lunged forward, intending to bury it in his opponent, only to be foiled by a clumsy downwards parry. Growling in frustration, Xyndar backhanded his opponent before settling back, preparing for a retaliatory strike, watching his opponent stare at him, Fury dancing in his crimson tinted eyes. Bringing his saber up he caught the strike aimed at his head, angling it downwards, as his opponent began a furious combination of strikes and slashes, most being parried but a few making it threw, leaving painful burn marks along Xyndars chest and arms. Snarling to himself, Xyndar fed on his rage as he gathered the force into his hand before thrusting it towards his opponent, letting a small, weak amount of lightning course threw his hand and outwards, into his opponents saber arm, leaving electrical burns along his arm as the lightning faded.
Xyndar, tiring of this test, lurched forward, starting his own assault, battering away at his opponents defences, waiting for him to leave his guard open enough to finish this. Xyndar growled as he saw the opening he'd been waiting for, had been pushing his opponent back on the defensive for, and lunged once more, thrusting his blade into his opponents guard, and burying it in his chest. De-activating his saber, He let his opponent fall to the ground, before kicking his still active blade from his hand, and stared dispassionately down, watching his opponent die, before turning to the sound of applause from the darkness, and nearly being blinded as the lights in the room were turned on, showing several Sith having watched the "test" as Kensei strode towards him. "You've passed Xyndar, you've proven your will to live and your power over a more experienced opponent. Continue along this path, and you may yet be useful." Bowing, Xyndar turned and made his way from the room, nearly collapsing as the door closed behind him, leaving him exhausted from the fight as the adrenaline pumping through him faded.
