Post by Nex Morsus on Feb 21, 2011 0:02:01 GMT -5
Character Name: Nex Morsus
Character Source: SWU
Character Faction/Alignment: Dark Jedi
Type of Roleplay: Hmm...drama degrading into skirmish perhaps?
Roleplay Requirements: Hmm...surprise me. Nex is a merc on top of being a Dark Jedi so there are plenty of people to cause drama and conflict for him.
Reason for Request: Figured I could use the practice while I wait for my RP request thread to catch something.
Notes: I'll try to leave this as open as I can but the quality might suffer for it.
Roleplay:
Boom, thud, screech. Boom-boom, thud, screech, howl. The music pulsed in Nex’s head as he leaned back in the chair he commandeered from a Rodian who’d been to drunk and weak willed to object. It was the sort of place Nex always retreated to when he was in such passive-aggressive moods as this. The music was a far cry from the typical cantina, this was all primal bass and passion, much more to his liking than the typically upbeat tunes most establishments were known for. As an added bonus it was easy for the Dark Jedi to blend in here. The attire of the typical patron at such a club made his own dark robes and stylized face mask seem fairly common place, if a bit more archaic than the rest. As if that were not enough, because his clothing was less off putting than normal, the pathetic creatures that haunted the establishment were more likely to approach him and give his bad mood an outlet to be decimated with humiliation and often injury.
Nex’s face wrinkled into a frown as an unsolicited memory from two weeks prior surfaced. He’d been at just such a club with just such a pretentious name when a female had abruptly sat at his table and began a one sided conversation. He still wasn’t quite sure exactly what species she’d been; some sort of near-human that he hadn’t recognized. She had been pretty and much less brooding than the rest, the type that had obviously picked up the sub-culture through choice rather than falling into it out of rejection elsewhere. He hadn’t paid much attention to her prattling but had managed to gather that she came to the club often and found everyone there unsatisfactory for one reason or another. He remembered hearing the word “poser” quite a few times along with the phrase “bigger pig than a Gammorrean” a few times. Whether his hood and mask hid his disinterest or she just didn’t care, the girl went on for quite sometime. Nex was sure she’d introduced herself at one point, though only because he vaguely recalled muttering one of his aliases in response.
Nearly half an hour of this dragged on with Nex tolerating the other sentient’s presence primarily because it seemed to be keeping everyone else away. Nothing she was saying was really catching his interest, which admittedly was quite difficult to do, nor was it particularly angering him, so he was content to let her ramble on in ignorance, until she touched him. Nex wasn’t a fan of strangers touching him as it was, his scarred skin was still somewhat sensitive, and keeping himself fully clothed with gloves and all only partially mitigated the problem. It was, however, the playful, flirtatious way in which she had touched him that triggered years of bitter anger and sorrow to rise to the surface.
His eyes snapped up to meet the turquoise orbs staring questioningly at the way his entire body had suddenly tensed. Grey orbs yellowed by anger and hate bored into her skull while the hand opposite the one she’d touched flipped back his hood to reveal the disfigured skin beneath. Nex watched with a twisted mix of morbid glee and self hate as she took in the half melted ear, partially milky eye, and angry scarring of his skin.
“Still so eager to lay a hand upon me?” Words of venom and spite, spat out by a growling and tattered remnant of a voice, so shredded that it had to be mechanically enhanced to be heard at all, assaulted her ears. The sound was horrific, like malice itself had been thrown through a shredder. Nex grinned malevolently as the shock spread across her face. To his confusion, however, it soon turned to something else entirely. Reaching out with the Force he had touched her mind and found the new emotion to be sorrow.
“You poor thing! What happened to you? So much anger, come on I’m taking you home and you can tell me all about it,” Pity? PITY!? How DARE she! He was Nex Morsus, Dark Jedi Marauder and he would NOT be pitied! A growl rumbled from his scorched throat, rattling out from the amplifier like some sort of feral droid. Nex clenched his right hand into a C-shape and reached out again with the Force, this time in rage. The girl’s throat clenched, grappled by invisible energy as she rose into the air and the Dark Jedi stood. “Keep your pity, wretch I have neither want nor need of it. Speak to me again, and I will visit such horrors upon you that you will be begging for death,” Nex snarled again and then summoned his fury to launch the insolent whelp across the club into a wall. Returning the stares and gasps with a gaze that promised agony to any who crossed him, Nex had stormed out of the bar. What made the incident so memorable had been the last words the girl spoke as he left, a whisper he caught only because of the hush that had gripped the crowd.
“That poor guy, I hope he can find some peace,”
Something about that had stuck with him. He’d threatened, choked, slammed, and terrorized the girl, and yet all she could think of was his finding peace? A foolish sentiment, born of naivety, and yet it kept creeping to the forefront of his mind. That was how it had come to be that he’d found himself in yet another rave club the name of which he did not care to remember. The memory had been interrupting his private meditations, and it was his hope that the throbbing beats and howling vocals would beat it into submission, or perhaps a patron would give Nex the pleasure of crossing him and earning a severe thrashing. Nex closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall as he let the conflicting maelstrom of emotions within him rage on, rippling outwards through the Force. With so much passion to fuel him at that moment, he was sure that even a Master could not take him on. Perhaps this would be the night that he found out.
Character Source: SWU
Character Faction/Alignment: Dark Jedi
Type of Roleplay: Hmm...drama degrading into skirmish perhaps?
Roleplay Requirements: Hmm...surprise me. Nex is a merc on top of being a Dark Jedi so there are plenty of people to cause drama and conflict for him.
Reason for Request: Figured I could use the practice while I wait for my RP request thread to catch something.
Notes: I'll try to leave this as open as I can but the quality might suffer for it.
Roleplay:
Boom, thud, screech. Boom-boom, thud, screech, howl. The music pulsed in Nex’s head as he leaned back in the chair he commandeered from a Rodian who’d been to drunk and weak willed to object. It was the sort of place Nex always retreated to when he was in such passive-aggressive moods as this. The music was a far cry from the typical cantina, this was all primal bass and passion, much more to his liking than the typically upbeat tunes most establishments were known for. As an added bonus it was easy for the Dark Jedi to blend in here. The attire of the typical patron at such a club made his own dark robes and stylized face mask seem fairly common place, if a bit more archaic than the rest. As if that were not enough, because his clothing was less off putting than normal, the pathetic creatures that haunted the establishment were more likely to approach him and give his bad mood an outlet to be decimated with humiliation and often injury.
Nex’s face wrinkled into a frown as an unsolicited memory from two weeks prior surfaced. He’d been at just such a club with just such a pretentious name when a female had abruptly sat at his table and began a one sided conversation. He still wasn’t quite sure exactly what species she’d been; some sort of near-human that he hadn’t recognized. She had been pretty and much less brooding than the rest, the type that had obviously picked up the sub-culture through choice rather than falling into it out of rejection elsewhere. He hadn’t paid much attention to her prattling but had managed to gather that she came to the club often and found everyone there unsatisfactory for one reason or another. He remembered hearing the word “poser” quite a few times along with the phrase “bigger pig than a Gammorrean” a few times. Whether his hood and mask hid his disinterest or she just didn’t care, the girl went on for quite sometime. Nex was sure she’d introduced herself at one point, though only because he vaguely recalled muttering one of his aliases in response.
Nearly half an hour of this dragged on with Nex tolerating the other sentient’s presence primarily because it seemed to be keeping everyone else away. Nothing she was saying was really catching his interest, which admittedly was quite difficult to do, nor was it particularly angering him, so he was content to let her ramble on in ignorance, until she touched him. Nex wasn’t a fan of strangers touching him as it was, his scarred skin was still somewhat sensitive, and keeping himself fully clothed with gloves and all only partially mitigated the problem. It was, however, the playful, flirtatious way in which she had touched him that triggered years of bitter anger and sorrow to rise to the surface.
His eyes snapped up to meet the turquoise orbs staring questioningly at the way his entire body had suddenly tensed. Grey orbs yellowed by anger and hate bored into her skull while the hand opposite the one she’d touched flipped back his hood to reveal the disfigured skin beneath. Nex watched with a twisted mix of morbid glee and self hate as she took in the half melted ear, partially milky eye, and angry scarring of his skin.
“Still so eager to lay a hand upon me?” Words of venom and spite, spat out by a growling and tattered remnant of a voice, so shredded that it had to be mechanically enhanced to be heard at all, assaulted her ears. The sound was horrific, like malice itself had been thrown through a shredder. Nex grinned malevolently as the shock spread across her face. To his confusion, however, it soon turned to something else entirely. Reaching out with the Force he had touched her mind and found the new emotion to be sorrow.
“You poor thing! What happened to you? So much anger, come on I’m taking you home and you can tell me all about it,” Pity? PITY!? How DARE she! He was Nex Morsus, Dark Jedi Marauder and he would NOT be pitied! A growl rumbled from his scorched throat, rattling out from the amplifier like some sort of feral droid. Nex clenched his right hand into a C-shape and reached out again with the Force, this time in rage. The girl’s throat clenched, grappled by invisible energy as she rose into the air and the Dark Jedi stood. “Keep your pity, wretch I have neither want nor need of it. Speak to me again, and I will visit such horrors upon you that you will be begging for death,” Nex snarled again and then summoned his fury to launch the insolent whelp across the club into a wall. Returning the stares and gasps with a gaze that promised agony to any who crossed him, Nex had stormed out of the bar. What made the incident so memorable had been the last words the girl spoke as he left, a whisper he caught only because of the hush that had gripped the crowd.
“That poor guy, I hope he can find some peace,”
Something about that had stuck with him. He’d threatened, choked, slammed, and terrorized the girl, and yet all she could think of was his finding peace? A foolish sentiment, born of naivety, and yet it kept creeping to the forefront of his mind. That was how it had come to be that he’d found himself in yet another rave club the name of which he did not care to remember. The memory had been interrupting his private meditations, and it was his hope that the throbbing beats and howling vocals would beat it into submission, or perhaps a patron would give Nex the pleasure of crossing him and earning a severe thrashing. Nex closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall as he let the conflicting maelstrom of emotions within him rage on, rippling outwards through the Force. With so much passion to fuel him at that moment, he was sure that even a Master could not take him on. Perhaps this would be the night that he found out.
