Post by Malice on Aug 31, 2009 20:07:42 GMT -5
Name: V'rael Ira / Malice
Race: Human
Age: 33
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 158lbs
Appearance:
V'rael currently wears a large ebony robe, hood always veiling his disfigured features unless removed for battle. Under this robe, which is rarely seen, would seem to be some sort of lightweight armor. This armor is sturdy and at the same time flexible to an extent due to him being fond to the Ataru style of lightsaber combat.
V'rael's overall constitution shows to be a very toned one, slightly larger than the norm. But such should not be taken lightly, his speed his nothing to underestimate. Each digit of his left hand had an iron talon grafted to the bone, overlapping each finger. Upon first glance it would be assumed this was his dominate hand, again a mistake. V'rael is skilled with both hands.
After the crash.
Birth place:Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Intiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master
Bio:
As A Child
Born on the Planet of Tatooine, leading a very troubled life as a child. V'rael's mother was kidnapped in his early years, and was sent into the slave trade while is father was unable to help. As time elapsed, V'raels father raised him as best he could up until he was 7 almost 8 years old. During those years, V’rael and his father crafted a stronger bond after they both depended upon each other to cope with the loss of V’raels mother. A few short weeks before V’rael’s birthday, his father became deathly ill. Eventually, the illness claimed his life, shortly after V'rael's 8th birthday. Up until the death of his father, V’rael lived the life of a normal child. He would play with the few friends he had. But, V'rael would have to mature rapidly in order to survive without parental guidance. He began working for a Trader nearby in order to make it by. V'rael's free time consisted of him watching the passer-bys, fathers and mothers taking their children for a walk through the marketplace. Time would pass, and jealousy would grip him which soon turned into anger ultimately turning his heart cold. At the age of 12, V'rael became a Smuggler; aiding other smugglers in smuggling in high-priced parts to the trader he had been working for.
One morning, V'rael awoke, oblivious to the fact that today would be the day his entire life changed. It started out as a normal day at the shop, until two Slave Traders walked in sporting familiar features. V'rael would become overwhelmed with a sense of anger for an unknown reason to him. Trying his hardest to shake the feeling, he continued his duties. He'd return to the back, overhearing a conversation between the two traders and his own boss. An exchange of words that would boil the boys blood. It was a bargain between the traders who spoke of a woman they had taken from this planet, who, so they said, proved to much more useful than a household slave, followed by a chuckle. "The tramp eventually croaked..." The mans words fell silent to V'raels ears. He had known who it was they spoke of, and it was finally clear why the anger had gripped him so abruptly before. The boy blacked out, only the sound of screams bellowed in the darkness that clouded his mind.
He'd awaken to a shop, shrouded in blood. The bodies of both the traders and his own boss were twisted up until bloody messes, torn around the abdomens. Clueless as to what had happened, a feeling of pleasure bubbled within his gullet despite his confusion. Just before the boy would set into panic a dark figure stepped in, remaining within the threshold of the shop, crimson and orange orbs gleamed from under a drawn hood. The young boy would slowly lift his head as the figure approached, and as it did, not an ounce of fear rose up within him, which was much to the boy’s surprise. "I sense great power within you.." The voice carried through the boys ears. "Come with me, and you shall learn how to harness the power that dwells within you, boy." Overwhelmed by a sense of being alone, and having no other option, the boy took the offer and exited the shop to embark on a painstaking journey.
Advancing Arc
Years passed by as the boy trained under the man he called master. Becoming more and more attuned to the dark side, broadening his strength. The boy and his master had been stationed in the outer rim, on Planet Geonosis. Bold, and so full of promise, the boy was considered a prodigy in the eyes of his master, having excelled so rapidly. He was eventually put on track to be faced with a test down the line. Vacuus (Master) and the young boy moved from Geonosis back to Tatooine where the boy originated. As they began their decent, passed events began to flood the boy’s thoughts, causing a manifestation of anger to build up within him. Vacuus had sent the boy on various missions to test him, various small assassination missions. During this time period was when V'rael was taught more powerfull techniques utilizing the Dark Side of the force. He was taught how to use Force Lightning, although not very powerful at this point, he was dedicated in honing his skills. So he trained rigorously and became more in tune with the Dark Side. This strengthened his abilities and learned Force Choke. But due to his greed it wasn't enough. He asked his Master about learning the more devistating Force Crush. Denied various times, he was finally put to the test to see if he was worth being taught further.
Deciding Mission
The second to last mission V’rael was sent on, was considered near-suicidal. His orders were to track down a group of Bounty Hunters who had been tracking down his master. Clearly, Vacuus was more than capable of handling them, but it was needed to see if his apprentice could hold his own. Also to prove he was ready to be taught further.
As soon as the order was given, V'rael had set out. Tracking the group was considered the difficult task, to the confident Apprentice. Little did he know what was in store for him once he found the Bounty Hunters.
It took less than three hours to track down the whereabouts of the small band of hunters. They hid out on the planet of Vizcarra, a distant one. Once gaining knowledge through the grape vine, V'rael proceeded to make his way toward the 'base' which they reside. Appraoching the hideout, V'rael would assume that there would be traps set up around the perimeter of their hideout. Confidence overwhelmed him as he pressed forward, disregarding the traps he knew were set. In his mind, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He'd pick up his pace to a jog, this triggered a trap. Two saucer-like discs shot up from the ground and as they did, V'rael drew his saber. As the saucers began firing of semi-auto shots, V'rael deflected a few before sending one back at each with ease, destroying them. By this time, the small explosions would have caught the Hunters attentions and give them enough time to prep for their oncomming foe.
V'rael would have closed in on the Hideout after making light work of the feeble traps set for intruders. He'd find himself standing before two large iron doors that stretched out into walls that surrounded the compund. A light chuckle found its way from under the drawn hood. Swithing his saber off, V'rael would bring both hands together at one side for a moment before hurling forth the gathered force which ripped through the iron plated doors. This would be the point where the calm before the storm would set in as V'rael passed through the threshold of the compound. Sinister eyes scanned the contents of the hideout before drawing his saber again.
Here came the storm, three young bounty hunters hovered from overtop of a small ship hanger and the two ranking Hunters came from either side. A sigh would escape him before gun fire began, grazing V'rael' robe as he leapt around avoiding the blasts and deflecting some. Two shots were sent back, knocking the blasters from the lower ranked hunters, where as he maintained focus on the more skilled ones. V'rael turned toward the ranking hunters, deflecting their blast before taking advantage of a brief pause between firing enough to extend a hand and emit archs of lightning from the tips of his fingers. While doing so he deflected the few stray shots got off before ensnared in the lightning. As the lightning arched off almost catching the second ranking hunter, V'rael hurled his saber toward the two younger Bounty Hunters.
The saber would sever ones hand and breeze through the others chest armor, sending him to the ground. Having nulified one ranking hunter for the moment, V'rael was forced to deflect even more blasters with just a hand due to his failed attempt in snagging both of them in his force lightning. Two down and two to go. V'rael ceased the current of lightning and as he did, the target fell to the ground, nerves were shocked and motor skills were damaged for the time being. Giving him enough time to deal with the remaining hunters. It was time to play the denfensive, V'rael put his gaurd up after catching the saber as it came back around. Having his blaster arm severed, the remaining young one would rely on his wrist mounted flamethrower to get the job done. Just as the flames were spat, V'rael rolled to the side just barely avoiding the flames and grabbed the remaining slab of metal that use to be the door with the force and utilized it to block the flames. With his saber hand, he'd emit a force push that would knock the skilled hunter off balance. But it was evaded, no matter, it still gave V'rael enough time during the cease of gun fire, to hurl the slab of iron toward the younger Bounty Hunter.
The iron tore through the flames and collided with the young one. That being succesful, taking out the last one would be simple compared. The battle went on for another few minutes before V'rael exposed an opening, grabbing the hunter with Force Grip and drawing him closer swiftly. As he passed by him, V'rael saber severed him in two. Having killed two, and imobilized two, V'rael was not done quite yet. As for the one who had his hand cut off, V'rael would simply decapitate his unconcious body. When it came to the final Bount Hunter, laying on the ground having his nerves fried due to the amplification of the lightning serging through the metallic armor, V'rael would lift the body with the force and for the next hour he would give it his all to try and crush the body with the force. He attempt to learn such a powerful technique without the aid of his Master, and the result was utter failure. So, to compensate for not being able to crush the victim, he would slam the body against the ground repeatedly until satisfied. After reaching satisfaction with killing the Bounty hunters, V'rael proceeded to lay waste to the entire hideout before making an exit.
Upon his return, V'rael was greeted with acknowledgement and news of his Masters will in teaching him further and so they would train. Vacuus would agree to begin teaching V'rael how to use Force Crush, but weither or not he could use it was entirely based on his connection with the Dark Side of the force. Along with furthing his skill in Force Techniques, V'rael also spent a great deal of time honing his skill in Lightsaber combat. After years of the slightly advanced training, Vacuus was convinced that it was time to put V'rael to his finally advancing test.
A Walk Down Memory lane
His orders were given, he was to enter the town in which he was born and wreak havoc. So, that is what he did, eager to release the anger that so badly wanted to break free. Draped in an ebony robe, hood drawn, the boy walked through the city streets as being after being passed by, flashbacks of his father’s death, his mother’s death, and the tormenting jealousy driven anger for the kids who were so lucky to have their parents and happiness.
It was time, no more 'fond' memories, the onslaught began. Tossing one side of his robe out of the way, V'rael drew his saber hissing as its beam erected. The crimson blade caused every passer-by to stop in their tracks for a moment before he slaughtered the first victim. This sent everyone into frenzy, innocents running left and right. It was too easy. Those brave enough to retaliate were swiftly put down. Gun fire soon overpowered the screams of victims, but they were proven to be feeble attempts as each shot was sent back to its sender. The 20 year old murderer had succeeded in slaughtering a good portion of the city, leaving just enough that had witness to relay the events that took place.
Shortly after, V'rael made a hasty escape as he was told to do. Returning to the ship which was located on the outskirts, he was acknowledged for his unbending loyalty. "Ah, your test is now set into motion." Vacuus would note followed by a chuckle. The two of them remained on the planet for a total of three days before they caught wind of a Jedi presence within the city. "They finally arrived I see. Go." He commanded, sending his Apprentice to begin a test that would prove his worth.
An Odd Turn of Events
V'rael entered the city as he did days ago. The streets parted swiftly as survivors recognized the sinister one. One man decided to walk against the current of people who fled in the other direction. "Bold are we?" V'rael called out to approaching man. But no words would be returned, just a clash of sabers as the battle began. V'rael was briefly overwhelmed as the Jedi came at him faster than he'd assumed. But, the boy kept himself well protected, defending against each and every swing of the opposing saber. A quick parry by V'rael left an open spot for a split second, at which point he'd use the force to push the Jedi back enough to catch his focus. Regaining a bit of confidence, V'rael pressed forward, heavy on the offensive. A few short minutes passed by as the two clashed, suddenly the Jedi had out maneuvered V'rael with a double parry which left him of balance for a second. It was long enough for the Jedi to sever both V'rael's saber arm and the leg opposite to that arm, rendering V'rael immobilized. Grunts bellowed from V'rael as he would lie in the dirt as the Jedi stood over him. "You are under arrest and will be taken prisoner as of now." The Jedi stated as a few troops came to aid the Jedi in bringing him to their ship.
This did not please Vacuus, being that everything he knows rests within V'rael and he would rather kill him then allow such techniques fall into the hands of the Jedi. Vacuus tracked down the Jedi ship just as it hand began it's take off. Gaining altitude, Vacuus reached out with the force, gripping the ship. "Sir, we have a problem." A trooper exclaimed, but before anything could be done about it, Vacuus drove the ship into the ground in an attempt on killing everyone in it. He'd turn around to leave, but was gripped by something in the crash. He'd sense that there was still life within the crash. He'd approach the crash site, saber drawn; looking for whatever life was left. Using the force to toss aside large pieces of scrap. Moments passed before he saw the mangled body of what seemed to be his apprentice. "You're stronger than this test showed, I assume." He spoke to the unconscious body.
Rebuilt, but tossed away
After the crash, V'rael was slowly rebuilt during a span of 3 years. It took precise surgery to rebuild the mangled body. Within those three years, Vacuus lost hope and had already found a new Apprentice to replace V'rael. Vacuus proceeded in training the new apprentice as he did V'rael, but to Vacuus' surprise, at the end of the third year V'rael had pulled through the painstaking surgery.
After V'rael realized what was going on, and was briefed on what exactly happened on Tatooine all those years ago, he'd expect to return to his master and resume his training. But behold, he discovered that he had been replaced. Enraged, he went after Vacuus and his new apprentice in an attempt to restore his place as the apprentice. It would seem that they were back on Geonosis, so V'rael already knew where Vacuus would be training his apprentice.
It was only a matter of minutes before V'rael had reached the designated spot where all training under Vacuus was held. Not surprised to see V'rael there, Vacuus welcomed him. "You replaced me? With trash?" He asked, anger and a sense of betrayal filled him. Ze'xian, Vacuus' new apprentice looked over V'rael's newly constructed body with a hint of disgust on his features. "It was only temporary, my boy." Vacuus replied, receiving a sharp and confused look from Ze'xian. V'rael grunted before reaching out with the force, lifting Ze'xian into the air as he struggled for air. With a slight clenching of V'rael's fingers, Ze'xian's throat was crushed and his lifeless body tossed aside.
The Birth of a New Plan
Having regained his spot as Vacuus's apprentice, it was to be assumed all was returned to normal. But it was far from such. V'rael would not forgive the betrayal of his master, and the loss of faith in his strength. V'rael would hold his tongue, and continue his training with Vacuus for the next six years.
Executing the Plan
After feeling their was nothing more he could learn from Vacuus, he would confront his former master in his quarters. "You've known this time was coming, since before the crash." V'rael said, drawing his saber. "I did, but there will always be more apprentices waiting to replace you." Vacuus replied. From his seated position his got to his feet swiftly and leapt over V'rael. As he did so he drew his saber before being upside down over his apprentice. As he was, he began his assault, swing down at V'rael but each swing was defended. Upon landing, Vacuus used the force to try and push V'rael back. Instead, V'rael deflected the push and sent it back with a little more punch. Vacuus was hurled through the wall of his quarters and slid across the ground outside. Leaping outside, V'rael came down with the tip of his saber pointed down. Before he could skewer his master, Vacuus utilized the force once more pushing V'rael back. V'rael threw himself into a back flip in order to land on his feet. Vacuus was on his feet quickly, and pushing is assault. The two clashed, sabers hissed as they connected again and again. Each swing evaded was so precise and so close to their target that each of their robes were tattered and shredded to the point of falling off. The battle was heated and for a moment, seemed it had no end. A brief intermission came about when both V'rael and Vacuus used force push against each other which only resulted in pushing them apart a few yards.
"You have excelled greatly, my apprentice. But I have no intention of losing this battle." Vacuus stated as he switched his battle stance. He'd rush forward with confidence as the seemingly ill-fated V'rael stood as his former master approached rapidly. At the last minute, V'rael switched his own stance, much to Vacuus' surprise, to the Shien form. In this, V'rael quickly counter the first swing from Vacuus, avoiding a deadly blow. Their sabers clashed over and over as the two dueled for their own lives. Each practicioner proved to be greatly skilled in lightsaber combat, but only one could walk away from the battle with their life. The lenght of the battle wa starting to take a toll on their bodies, having been at it nearly an hour. It was obvious that V'rael could outlast his Master when it came to physical ability so this was a crucial time where V'rael could not lower his guard for the slightest moment or it would be the death of him. It was the last burst of saber clashes, V'rael came in hot waring down his Master as best he could.
V'rael devised a plan to leave an obvious opening, assuming his Master would know it was a false one and move accordingly. It was a gamble seeing as how if he took the opening V'rael would have a small chance at avoiding it. So he'd put the plan in action and leave a small opening in his offensive, and to his surprise, Vacuus went for the opening. It was obvious that his Master had thought two steps ahead, but it V'rael was not to be taken lightly. He'd barely avoid the saber as it breezed through his robe. Dropping to one knee, as if he'd been injured, he set yet another plan in motion. As Vacuus step closer, V'rael quickly hurled forth his saber. It was quickly batted away, but what followed shortly after would leave little to no time to react. V'rael sent forth his most powerful force lightning at the vulnerable Vacuus. But it was still shy of killing him. Both Master and Apprentice appeared fatigued, but still had the will to fight. Both of them rushed toward eachother, clashing sabers each putting force behind it. As things came to a stalemate, V'rael knew this was his time to strike. Taking advantage of Vacuus's weakened physical state, V'rael used all his might to push Vacuus's arms up a bit and with a thrust of the butt of his saber he'd knock Vacuus off balance long enough to sever both hand, which gripped his saber, with ease. Suprised and confused as to what happened, Vacuus fell to his knees before V'rael.
The tip of V'rael's saber now at the throat of his former master, the former apprentice stared down at Vacuus. Malice still painted Vacuus' face as he stared death in the eyes. "I won't beg for my--" His words were cut short as V'rael saber pierced his throat and exited out the back. Pulling the saber from his former master, V'rael was no longer an apprentice just as he was no longer V'rael. After that day, V'rael took on the name of Malice and went in search of more power.
Lightsaber: Two Single Phase Lightsabers
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 1
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - 5
Shien / Djem So - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 2
Niman - 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 1
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 4
Body: 6
Sense: 6
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Choke
Force Crush
Force Lightning
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
Small clouds of exhaust curled up as the ship hovered above ground for a moment before allowing its landing gear to support it's mass. Slow whining of hatch doors bellowed from under the ships body as a platform lowered to the ground. Visability of what came from within, skewed by heat vapors from the ships exhaust. Slowly decending from the incline, a dark figure became visible, draped in what one would assume to be a robe.
From what was visible, it would seem the being had landed upon the planet of Nagi. After catching wind of a 'gifted' individual, V'rael has mad the journey to the planet having had his interest peaked. Tainted oculars scowered the surroundings, following his sense to lead him to his target. The nearest city was only a short walks distance from which he landed. Upon entering said city, he could feel the lifeform that had gripped his interest. With a point of his finger, V'rael ordered the few freelance soldiers he had acquired over time to spread out and begin their raid. Of course, V'rael had no faith the handfull of men would be able to fend against the city full of Nagai. As he pressumed, gunfire roared from the distance as his militia and Nagai warriors clashed, giving V'rael enough time to hone in on his target without the bothersome Nagai for a moment.
He'd arrive at the door of a home that harbored the assumed 'talented' being. Holding his hand forward, V'rael used the force to blow the door inward. Upon entering, the small family had put effort into a feeble attempt in retaliation. But their attempts were thwarted with ease, having been imobilized swiftly. V'rael had lifted a young female with the force as she gripped her own throat in attempts to break free, legs flailing wildly. V'rael's eyes tossed his focus upon a younger boy who's face was filled with rage as he slowly got up from the floor. A smirk painted V'rael's lips underneith machanics that veiled the lower half of his face. He'd tighten his grip on the girl, as he did the boy threw both hands forth emitting a wave using the force. With his free hand, V'rael extended his arm and negated the offensive. Slightly exhausted, the boy dropped his arms and lowered his head, only to hear the sound of bones snapping and a short gurgle.
The young Nagai male's eyes widened, feeling the sense of failure and helpessness invade his heart. As he looked up at the malicious intruder, he watched as V'rael hurled the lifeless corpse of his sister at him. The weight and force behind it threw the boy against the wall, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"This is the power you posess?" V'rael asked, disgust drenching his tone. "Pathetic.."He'd add, lifting the boy from under the corpse. "Allow the hate and anger build up inside of you, release it.." He commanded. No reaction was given, and so, short on patience, V'rael clutched his fist tight crushing the boys entire body until blood painted the walls and the father and mother whom laid on the ground before him. "A waste.." He muttered, dropping what was left of the corpse.
Angered, V'rael brought down wrath upon the small city, burning homes and destroying families. The destruction lasted minutes before a few Nagai warriors surrounded V'rael, guns drawn. With a slight shift of his eyes, V'rael hurled his saber forth severing four of the warriors in two. As the remainded began firing their weapons, V'rael rotated reflecting the blasters with either hand until his saber returned. As it did, he'd reflect the rest of the shots back at their senders. As the warriors dropped, V'rael shut off his saber and returned it to his waist. "Such a pathetic race.." He mumbled as he made his exit of the burning city.
(Forgive me, if it's very, very sloppy. I rushed. :/ )
Race: Human
Age: 33
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 158lbs
Appearance:
V'rael currently wears a large ebony robe, hood always veiling his disfigured features unless removed for battle. Under this robe, which is rarely seen, would seem to be some sort of lightweight armor. This armor is sturdy and at the same time flexible to an extent due to him being fond to the Ataru style of lightsaber combat.
V'rael's overall constitution shows to be a very toned one, slightly larger than the norm. But such should not be taken lightly, his speed his nothing to underestimate. Each digit of his left hand had an iron talon grafted to the bone, overlapping each finger. Upon first glance it would be assumed this was his dominate hand, again a mistake. V'rael is skilled with both hands.
After the crash.
Birth place:Tatooine
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Intiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master
Bio:
As A Child
Born on the Planet of Tatooine, leading a very troubled life as a child. V'rael's mother was kidnapped in his early years, and was sent into the slave trade while is father was unable to help. As time elapsed, V'raels father raised him as best he could up until he was 7 almost 8 years old. During those years, V’rael and his father crafted a stronger bond after they both depended upon each other to cope with the loss of V’raels mother. A few short weeks before V’rael’s birthday, his father became deathly ill. Eventually, the illness claimed his life, shortly after V'rael's 8th birthday. Up until the death of his father, V’rael lived the life of a normal child. He would play with the few friends he had. But, V'rael would have to mature rapidly in order to survive without parental guidance. He began working for a Trader nearby in order to make it by. V'rael's free time consisted of him watching the passer-bys, fathers and mothers taking their children for a walk through the marketplace. Time would pass, and jealousy would grip him which soon turned into anger ultimately turning his heart cold. At the age of 12, V'rael became a Smuggler; aiding other smugglers in smuggling in high-priced parts to the trader he had been working for.
One morning, V'rael awoke, oblivious to the fact that today would be the day his entire life changed. It started out as a normal day at the shop, until two Slave Traders walked in sporting familiar features. V'rael would become overwhelmed with a sense of anger for an unknown reason to him. Trying his hardest to shake the feeling, he continued his duties. He'd return to the back, overhearing a conversation between the two traders and his own boss. An exchange of words that would boil the boys blood. It was a bargain between the traders who spoke of a woman they had taken from this planet, who, so they said, proved to much more useful than a household slave, followed by a chuckle. "The tramp eventually croaked..." The mans words fell silent to V'raels ears. He had known who it was they spoke of, and it was finally clear why the anger had gripped him so abruptly before. The boy blacked out, only the sound of screams bellowed in the darkness that clouded his mind.
He'd awaken to a shop, shrouded in blood. The bodies of both the traders and his own boss were twisted up until bloody messes, torn around the abdomens. Clueless as to what had happened, a feeling of pleasure bubbled within his gullet despite his confusion. Just before the boy would set into panic a dark figure stepped in, remaining within the threshold of the shop, crimson and orange orbs gleamed from under a drawn hood. The young boy would slowly lift his head as the figure approached, and as it did, not an ounce of fear rose up within him, which was much to the boy’s surprise. "I sense great power within you.." The voice carried through the boys ears. "Come with me, and you shall learn how to harness the power that dwells within you, boy." Overwhelmed by a sense of being alone, and having no other option, the boy took the offer and exited the shop to embark on a painstaking journey.
Advancing Arc
Years passed by as the boy trained under the man he called master. Becoming more and more attuned to the dark side, broadening his strength. The boy and his master had been stationed in the outer rim, on Planet Geonosis. Bold, and so full of promise, the boy was considered a prodigy in the eyes of his master, having excelled so rapidly. He was eventually put on track to be faced with a test down the line. Vacuus (Master) and the young boy moved from Geonosis back to Tatooine where the boy originated. As they began their decent, passed events began to flood the boy’s thoughts, causing a manifestation of anger to build up within him. Vacuus had sent the boy on various missions to test him, various small assassination missions. During this time period was when V'rael was taught more powerfull techniques utilizing the Dark Side of the force. He was taught how to use Force Lightning, although not very powerful at this point, he was dedicated in honing his skills. So he trained rigorously and became more in tune with the Dark Side. This strengthened his abilities and learned Force Choke. But due to his greed it wasn't enough. He asked his Master about learning the more devistating Force Crush. Denied various times, he was finally put to the test to see if he was worth being taught further.
Deciding Mission
The second to last mission V’rael was sent on, was considered near-suicidal. His orders were to track down a group of Bounty Hunters who had been tracking down his master. Clearly, Vacuus was more than capable of handling them, but it was needed to see if his apprentice could hold his own. Also to prove he was ready to be taught further.
As soon as the order was given, V'rael had set out. Tracking the group was considered the difficult task, to the confident Apprentice. Little did he know what was in store for him once he found the Bounty Hunters.
It took less than three hours to track down the whereabouts of the small band of hunters. They hid out on the planet of Vizcarra, a distant one. Once gaining knowledge through the grape vine, V'rael proceeded to make his way toward the 'base' which they reside. Appraoching the hideout, V'rael would assume that there would be traps set up around the perimeter of their hideout. Confidence overwhelmed him as he pressed forward, disregarding the traps he knew were set. In his mind, it was nothing he couldn't handle. He'd pick up his pace to a jog, this triggered a trap. Two saucer-like discs shot up from the ground and as they did, V'rael drew his saber. As the saucers began firing of semi-auto shots, V'rael deflected a few before sending one back at each with ease, destroying them. By this time, the small explosions would have caught the Hunters attentions and give them enough time to prep for their oncomming foe.
V'rael would have closed in on the Hideout after making light work of the feeble traps set for intruders. He'd find himself standing before two large iron doors that stretched out into walls that surrounded the compund. A light chuckle found its way from under the drawn hood. Swithing his saber off, V'rael would bring both hands together at one side for a moment before hurling forth the gathered force which ripped through the iron plated doors. This would be the point where the calm before the storm would set in as V'rael passed through the threshold of the compound. Sinister eyes scanned the contents of the hideout before drawing his saber again.
Here came the storm, three young bounty hunters hovered from overtop of a small ship hanger and the two ranking Hunters came from either side. A sigh would escape him before gun fire began, grazing V'rael' robe as he leapt around avoiding the blasts and deflecting some. Two shots were sent back, knocking the blasters from the lower ranked hunters, where as he maintained focus on the more skilled ones. V'rael turned toward the ranking hunters, deflecting their blast before taking advantage of a brief pause between firing enough to extend a hand and emit archs of lightning from the tips of his fingers. While doing so he deflected the few stray shots got off before ensnared in the lightning. As the lightning arched off almost catching the second ranking hunter, V'rael hurled his saber toward the two younger Bounty Hunters.
The saber would sever ones hand and breeze through the others chest armor, sending him to the ground. Having nulified one ranking hunter for the moment, V'rael was forced to deflect even more blasters with just a hand due to his failed attempt in snagging both of them in his force lightning. Two down and two to go. V'rael ceased the current of lightning and as he did, the target fell to the ground, nerves were shocked and motor skills were damaged for the time being. Giving him enough time to deal with the remaining hunters. It was time to play the denfensive, V'rael put his gaurd up after catching the saber as it came back around. Having his blaster arm severed, the remaining young one would rely on his wrist mounted flamethrower to get the job done. Just as the flames were spat, V'rael rolled to the side just barely avoiding the flames and grabbed the remaining slab of metal that use to be the door with the force and utilized it to block the flames. With his saber hand, he'd emit a force push that would knock the skilled hunter off balance. But it was evaded, no matter, it still gave V'rael enough time during the cease of gun fire, to hurl the slab of iron toward the younger Bounty Hunter.
The iron tore through the flames and collided with the young one. That being succesful, taking out the last one would be simple compared. The battle went on for another few minutes before V'rael exposed an opening, grabbing the hunter with Force Grip and drawing him closer swiftly. As he passed by him, V'rael saber severed him in two. Having killed two, and imobilized two, V'rael was not done quite yet. As for the one who had his hand cut off, V'rael would simply decapitate his unconcious body. When it came to the final Bount Hunter, laying on the ground having his nerves fried due to the amplification of the lightning serging through the metallic armor, V'rael would lift the body with the force and for the next hour he would give it his all to try and crush the body with the force. He attempt to learn such a powerful technique without the aid of his Master, and the result was utter failure. So, to compensate for not being able to crush the victim, he would slam the body against the ground repeatedly until satisfied. After reaching satisfaction with killing the Bounty hunters, V'rael proceeded to lay waste to the entire hideout before making an exit.
Upon his return, V'rael was greeted with acknowledgement and news of his Masters will in teaching him further and so they would train. Vacuus would agree to begin teaching V'rael how to use Force Crush, but weither or not he could use it was entirely based on his connection with the Dark Side of the force. Along with furthing his skill in Force Techniques, V'rael also spent a great deal of time honing his skill in Lightsaber combat. After years of the slightly advanced training, Vacuus was convinced that it was time to put V'rael to his finally advancing test.
A Walk Down Memory lane
His orders were given, he was to enter the town in which he was born and wreak havoc. So, that is what he did, eager to release the anger that so badly wanted to break free. Draped in an ebony robe, hood drawn, the boy walked through the city streets as being after being passed by, flashbacks of his father’s death, his mother’s death, and the tormenting jealousy driven anger for the kids who were so lucky to have their parents and happiness.
It was time, no more 'fond' memories, the onslaught began. Tossing one side of his robe out of the way, V'rael drew his saber hissing as its beam erected. The crimson blade caused every passer-by to stop in their tracks for a moment before he slaughtered the first victim. This sent everyone into frenzy, innocents running left and right. It was too easy. Those brave enough to retaliate were swiftly put down. Gun fire soon overpowered the screams of victims, but they were proven to be feeble attempts as each shot was sent back to its sender. The 20 year old murderer had succeeded in slaughtering a good portion of the city, leaving just enough that had witness to relay the events that took place.
Shortly after, V'rael made a hasty escape as he was told to do. Returning to the ship which was located on the outskirts, he was acknowledged for his unbending loyalty. "Ah, your test is now set into motion." Vacuus would note followed by a chuckle. The two of them remained on the planet for a total of three days before they caught wind of a Jedi presence within the city. "They finally arrived I see. Go." He commanded, sending his Apprentice to begin a test that would prove his worth.
An Odd Turn of Events
V'rael entered the city as he did days ago. The streets parted swiftly as survivors recognized the sinister one. One man decided to walk against the current of people who fled in the other direction. "Bold are we?" V'rael called out to approaching man. But no words would be returned, just a clash of sabers as the battle began. V'rael was briefly overwhelmed as the Jedi came at him faster than he'd assumed. But, the boy kept himself well protected, defending against each and every swing of the opposing saber. A quick parry by V'rael left an open spot for a split second, at which point he'd use the force to push the Jedi back enough to catch his focus. Regaining a bit of confidence, V'rael pressed forward, heavy on the offensive. A few short minutes passed by as the two clashed, suddenly the Jedi had out maneuvered V'rael with a double parry which left him of balance for a second. It was long enough for the Jedi to sever both V'rael's saber arm and the leg opposite to that arm, rendering V'rael immobilized. Grunts bellowed from V'rael as he would lie in the dirt as the Jedi stood over him. "You are under arrest and will be taken prisoner as of now." The Jedi stated as a few troops came to aid the Jedi in bringing him to their ship.
This did not please Vacuus, being that everything he knows rests within V'rael and he would rather kill him then allow such techniques fall into the hands of the Jedi. Vacuus tracked down the Jedi ship just as it hand began it's take off. Gaining altitude, Vacuus reached out with the force, gripping the ship. "Sir, we have a problem." A trooper exclaimed, but before anything could be done about it, Vacuus drove the ship into the ground in an attempt on killing everyone in it. He'd turn around to leave, but was gripped by something in the crash. He'd sense that there was still life within the crash. He'd approach the crash site, saber drawn; looking for whatever life was left. Using the force to toss aside large pieces of scrap. Moments passed before he saw the mangled body of what seemed to be his apprentice. "You're stronger than this test showed, I assume." He spoke to the unconscious body.
Rebuilt, but tossed away
After the crash, V'rael was slowly rebuilt during a span of 3 years. It took precise surgery to rebuild the mangled body. Within those three years, Vacuus lost hope and had already found a new Apprentice to replace V'rael. Vacuus proceeded in training the new apprentice as he did V'rael, but to Vacuus' surprise, at the end of the third year V'rael had pulled through the painstaking surgery.
After V'rael realized what was going on, and was briefed on what exactly happened on Tatooine all those years ago, he'd expect to return to his master and resume his training. But behold, he discovered that he had been replaced. Enraged, he went after Vacuus and his new apprentice in an attempt to restore his place as the apprentice. It would seem that they were back on Geonosis, so V'rael already knew where Vacuus would be training his apprentice.
It was only a matter of minutes before V'rael had reached the designated spot where all training under Vacuus was held. Not surprised to see V'rael there, Vacuus welcomed him. "You replaced me? With trash?" He asked, anger and a sense of betrayal filled him. Ze'xian, Vacuus' new apprentice looked over V'rael's newly constructed body with a hint of disgust on his features. "It was only temporary, my boy." Vacuus replied, receiving a sharp and confused look from Ze'xian. V'rael grunted before reaching out with the force, lifting Ze'xian into the air as he struggled for air. With a slight clenching of V'rael's fingers, Ze'xian's throat was crushed and his lifeless body tossed aside.
The Birth of a New Plan
Having regained his spot as Vacuus's apprentice, it was to be assumed all was returned to normal. But it was far from such. V'rael would not forgive the betrayal of his master, and the loss of faith in his strength. V'rael would hold his tongue, and continue his training with Vacuus for the next six years.
Executing the Plan
After feeling their was nothing more he could learn from Vacuus, he would confront his former master in his quarters. "You've known this time was coming, since before the crash." V'rael said, drawing his saber. "I did, but there will always be more apprentices waiting to replace you." Vacuus replied. From his seated position his got to his feet swiftly and leapt over V'rael. As he did so he drew his saber before being upside down over his apprentice. As he was, he began his assault, swing down at V'rael but each swing was defended. Upon landing, Vacuus used the force to try and push V'rael back. Instead, V'rael deflected the push and sent it back with a little more punch. Vacuus was hurled through the wall of his quarters and slid across the ground outside. Leaping outside, V'rael came down with the tip of his saber pointed down. Before he could skewer his master, Vacuus utilized the force once more pushing V'rael back. V'rael threw himself into a back flip in order to land on his feet. Vacuus was on his feet quickly, and pushing is assault. The two clashed, sabers hissed as they connected again and again. Each swing evaded was so precise and so close to their target that each of their robes were tattered and shredded to the point of falling off. The battle was heated and for a moment, seemed it had no end. A brief intermission came about when both V'rael and Vacuus used force push against each other which only resulted in pushing them apart a few yards.
"You have excelled greatly, my apprentice. But I have no intention of losing this battle." Vacuus stated as he switched his battle stance. He'd rush forward with confidence as the seemingly ill-fated V'rael stood as his former master approached rapidly. At the last minute, V'rael switched his own stance, much to Vacuus' surprise, to the Shien form. In this, V'rael quickly counter the first swing from Vacuus, avoiding a deadly blow. Their sabers clashed over and over as the two dueled for their own lives. Each practicioner proved to be greatly skilled in lightsaber combat, but only one could walk away from the battle with their life. The lenght of the battle wa starting to take a toll on their bodies, having been at it nearly an hour. It was obvious that V'rael could outlast his Master when it came to physical ability so this was a crucial time where V'rael could not lower his guard for the slightest moment or it would be the death of him. It was the last burst of saber clashes, V'rael came in hot waring down his Master as best he could.
V'rael devised a plan to leave an obvious opening, assuming his Master would know it was a false one and move accordingly. It was a gamble seeing as how if he took the opening V'rael would have a small chance at avoiding it. So he'd put the plan in action and leave a small opening in his offensive, and to his surprise, Vacuus went for the opening. It was obvious that his Master had thought two steps ahead, but it V'rael was not to be taken lightly. He'd barely avoid the saber as it breezed through his robe. Dropping to one knee, as if he'd been injured, he set yet another plan in motion. As Vacuus step closer, V'rael quickly hurled forth his saber. It was quickly batted away, but what followed shortly after would leave little to no time to react. V'rael sent forth his most powerful force lightning at the vulnerable Vacuus. But it was still shy of killing him. Both Master and Apprentice appeared fatigued, but still had the will to fight. Both of them rushed toward eachother, clashing sabers each putting force behind it. As things came to a stalemate, V'rael knew this was his time to strike. Taking advantage of Vacuus's weakened physical state, V'rael used all his might to push Vacuus's arms up a bit and with a thrust of the butt of his saber he'd knock Vacuus off balance long enough to sever both hand, which gripped his saber, with ease. Suprised and confused as to what happened, Vacuus fell to his knees before V'rael.
The tip of V'rael's saber now at the throat of his former master, the former apprentice stared down at Vacuus. Malice still painted Vacuus' face as he stared death in the eyes. "I won't beg for my--" His words were cut short as V'rael saber pierced his throat and exited out the back. Pulling the saber from his former master, V'rael was no longer an apprentice just as he was no longer V'rael. After that day, V'rael took on the name of Malice and went in search of more power.
Lightsaber: Two Single Phase Lightsabers
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 1
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - 5
Shien / Djem So - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 2
Niman - 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 1
Juyo - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 4
Body: 6
Sense: 6
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Choke
Force Crush
Force Lightning
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -6
RP Sample:
Small clouds of exhaust curled up as the ship hovered above ground for a moment before allowing its landing gear to support it's mass. Slow whining of hatch doors bellowed from under the ships body as a platform lowered to the ground. Visability of what came from within, skewed by heat vapors from the ships exhaust. Slowly decending from the incline, a dark figure became visible, draped in what one would assume to be a robe.
From what was visible, it would seem the being had landed upon the planet of Nagi. After catching wind of a 'gifted' individual, V'rael has mad the journey to the planet having had his interest peaked. Tainted oculars scowered the surroundings, following his sense to lead him to his target. The nearest city was only a short walks distance from which he landed. Upon entering said city, he could feel the lifeform that had gripped his interest. With a point of his finger, V'rael ordered the few freelance soldiers he had acquired over time to spread out and begin their raid. Of course, V'rael had no faith the handfull of men would be able to fend against the city full of Nagai. As he pressumed, gunfire roared from the distance as his militia and Nagai warriors clashed, giving V'rael enough time to hone in on his target without the bothersome Nagai for a moment.
He'd arrive at the door of a home that harbored the assumed 'talented' being. Holding his hand forward, V'rael used the force to blow the door inward. Upon entering, the small family had put effort into a feeble attempt in retaliation. But their attempts were thwarted with ease, having been imobilized swiftly. V'rael had lifted a young female with the force as she gripped her own throat in attempts to break free, legs flailing wildly. V'rael's eyes tossed his focus upon a younger boy who's face was filled with rage as he slowly got up from the floor. A smirk painted V'rael's lips underneith machanics that veiled the lower half of his face. He'd tighten his grip on the girl, as he did the boy threw both hands forth emitting a wave using the force. With his free hand, V'rael extended his arm and negated the offensive. Slightly exhausted, the boy dropped his arms and lowered his head, only to hear the sound of bones snapping and a short gurgle.
The young Nagai male's eyes widened, feeling the sense of failure and helpessness invade his heart. As he looked up at the malicious intruder, he watched as V'rael hurled the lifeless corpse of his sister at him. The weight and force behind it threw the boy against the wall, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"This is the power you posess?" V'rael asked, disgust drenching his tone. "Pathetic.."He'd add, lifting the boy from under the corpse. "Allow the hate and anger build up inside of you, release it.." He commanded. No reaction was given, and so, short on patience, V'rael clutched his fist tight crushing the boys entire body until blood painted the walls and the father and mother whom laid on the ground before him. "A waste.." He muttered, dropping what was left of the corpse.
Angered, V'rael brought down wrath upon the small city, burning homes and destroying families. The destruction lasted minutes before a few Nagai warriors surrounded V'rael, guns drawn. With a slight shift of his eyes, V'rael hurled his saber forth severing four of the warriors in two. As the remainded began firing their weapons, V'rael rotated reflecting the blasters with either hand until his saber returned. As it did, he'd reflect the rest of the shots back at their senders. As the warriors dropped, V'rael shut off his saber and returned it to his waist. "Such a pathetic race.." He mumbled as he made his exit of the burning city.
(Forgive me, if it's very, very sloppy. I rushed. :/ )
