Visari Netellus/Lord Phaestus

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Name:Visari Netellus/Lord Phaestus
Race: Epicanthix
Age: 64
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 170 lbs.
Appearance:

Alright, that's the closest image that I've been able to find so far to the way I imagine Visari in my head, though, since his species ages slower than humans, his face would not be nearly as lined as this man's is. But the goatee, hair, and general features of the face are pretty close to my mental image.

And this would be his attire when fighting in the war or in some other sort of situation where armor would be beneficial. That's not what his face looks like, I'm just going for the outfit here. Not my picture. Here's a link to the artist.


Despite his age, Visari stands straight and tall. He's very much a megalomaniac, though it is subtle, hidden beneath a very calm, cruel shell; but for someone that knows him, or has a keen eye for such things, his ego is apparent. While you can tell he's old, he is not nearly as aged as one would expect for a man of his age, in part due to the fact that an Epicanthix lives longer than a human does. His skin is moderately toned, with a few very faint lines on his face. He has a lean, lithe build, and he's in good shape for a man of his age. His full head of hair went white long ago, and he keeps it trimmed short. He keeps a neatly trimmed white goatee around him mouth and chin. His eyes are a striking emerald green, and posses a sharpness that speaks of a great amount of shrewdness. He has some scars that cross his torso from his younger days, though none are visible when he's fully clothed.

Visari wears a fine black long sleeve shirt with a bit of decorative gold scrollwork at the ends of his sleeves. Over that, he often wears a smokey grey vest, with the Netellus family crest emblazoned on the left breast in gold trim. His trousers are a the same smokey grey, and he wears Rancor-leather black boots. A fine leather belt sits on his waist, with a holster for a pistol on his left hip. The pistol is for show more than anything; he's not the best shot, but he keeps his lightsaber hidden out of necessity. Visari wears a fine long (a little longer than knee length) coat black coat that has gold scrollwork on the ends of the sleeves like his shirt. A heavy silver signet ring sits on the ring finger of his right hand. If someone else other than him wore it, it would just be a ring with a flat surface, but through a trick of the Force, when he wears it, it reveals the seal of the CEO of his corporation, Visari Enterprises. He always keeps a thin cane of polished silver with him. Its purpose isn't support when he's walking - he can walk just fine - it is to conceal his lightsaber. The cane has a false top that can be opened in an instant with a touch of the Force, and his lightsaber is kept inside.

Birth place: Panatha

Faction: Sith
Rank: Lord

Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Master (Prophet)

Lightsaber:Single blade, single phase
Color: Silver

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 5
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So:/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 8
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 2
Destruction: 7


Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection
Force Concealment
Force Crush

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8

Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3

Force Attunement:-5

Bio:

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Act I

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows. ~John Betjeman

Years 0-8

Tabula Rasa Years 0-8
Visari was born to Jean and Dena Netellus. His family was very wealthy; his father was the owner and CEO of Netellus Arms, a privately owned weapons company stationed on their homeworld of Panatha. Dena was a well known, well like reporter. One would expect that all would have been well for Visari, with being born into a well-to-do family. But alas, it was not. Jean had problems with paranoia, and always thought that there was someone plotting to take his company away from him; Dena had a terminal illness, and was almost always too sick to help in the raising of the child, though she tried as best she could. So, his father spent the bulk of his time hidden away in the corporate offices of Netellus Arms, and his mother was usually sequestered away in her room, dying.

Fortunately for Visari, his parents (his mother) at least had the sense to hire someone care for the child. They employed and man named Nevak Onin. Nevak was an old man, with a great white beard and thick bushy eyebrows. He was a big man, but had a kind voice, and gentle hands. He would prove to be a good mentor for Visari. As the boy grew older, Nevak began to teach him basic things; language, arithmetic, a bit of culture; the things that the heir to a corporation would be expected to know. But Nevak also started to teach Visari things that were more moral in nature; what it was to be a good person, kindness, chivalry, and more than anything he wanted to tech Visari to trust, to keep him from becoming the same terrified waste that his father was.

For a time, all was well, at least in Visari's mind. He was approaching seven years old, and seemed to be showing the fruits of Nevak's labor. He was a kind boy, though he had a problem with arrogance that Nevak labored (unsuccessfully) day and night to rid him of. But other than that, he was a good kid, and intelligent; he took his studies seriously and progressed quickly because of that. He was happy, as one would expect a young boy to be and his parents,(even his father, when he wasn't crippled by his paranoia) were proud of him. But things as they were could only last for so long.

Dual Disasters Year 7
The first disaster struck a few months before Visari's seventh birthday. The illness that his mother had been battling for so long began to worsen. She would spend more and more time locked away in her rooms, but the family's hired medical staff could do nothing for her. As things got worse, she was taken to the best hospital on Panatha. Visari's father, who had been away on Coruscant for business purposes rushed back to Panatha to be with his wife. The person that was the worst off was Visari. He didn't completely understand everything that was happening, but he understood enough. His mother was dying. Nevak and Jean tried to shield Visari from the worst of it - from her hemorrhaging that grew worse as time went by - but the boy wasn't stupid. He could make out that his mother was suffering, and he was very, very afraid.

To add to the situation, Nevak also fell ill while Dena mother was in the hospital. The illness that he suffered was not as bad as what if mother had been afflicted with, but even so, it would be the end of the line for the old man. Nevak was too old, his body to weak to fight off the illness. Visari didn't know what to do. He loved his mother; she had tried as best she could to be good to him, even though the disease made it very hard on her. He loved Nevak as well, though. The old man had been his mentor, and in the face of his father's incompetence at raising a child, had be more of a father to Visari than Jean had. The thought of losing both of them kept him from sleeping well, if he got any sleep at all, and during the time that they were in the hospital, the signs of his stress started to show physically; he started to get thinner, and his eyes always seemed dull and listless.

Finally, on his seventh birthday, the disasters struck. Early in the morning, early enough to still be called night, the illness finally claimed victory over his Dena. Around the middle of the afternoon on that same fateful day, Nevak passed away in his sleep. Visari almost went mad with grief. The two most important people in his life were now gone. Visari's personality is not one that handles a deep loss well, and these were more than he knew what to do with. However, Jean, in one of the few times where his mind was clear, went to his son to comfort him. He promised Visari that Nevak, who had no family left, would be given a place of honor among the Netellus family's private burial grounds. He promised his son that he would make up for his own failures as a father would be there to raise him into a good man, to help Visari avoid some of the mistakes that he himself had made.

The funerals were held on the same day. Dena was buried with the rest of the Netellus family while Nevak was buried on top of a hill on the burial grounds. The hill was tall, and was topped by the oldest, strongest tree on the lands. Visari would often spend time at the top of that hill, which he would go on to call Nevak Hill, and eventually, it would become his place to go when he needed to think about something, or to be alone.

For the most part, his father made good on his promise. He spent much more time with Visari, and continued the education that Nevak had started, though with less focus on building moral character than Nevak, and more on building intellect. Visari started to build a bond with his father, but ultimately, another mentor was coming that would end up replacing his father.

Discovery Year 7
One day, a Grey Jedi by the name of Karen Missaes. She was a Miraluka, and in her early forties. She had been visiting Panatha when the Force drew her to the Netellus family compound. She was almost refused entrance, but when Jean heard that she was a wielder of the Force, she was allowed in. The pull in the Force led her to Visari. He was Force sensitive, and once she was in the boy's presence, she knew he would one day be strong, if he was allowed to be trained. She told this much to Jean. Jean was apprehensive about this at first; Visari was to be his heir and carry on Netellus Arms after him, and even more, he was afraid that something would happen to Visari and he would lose him like he did Dena. After a few hours of talking a deal was reached. For Visari's first year of training, he would remain on Panatha. Karen would be provided with a place to stay, and all of her basic needs met. In return, Jean would be able to keep an eye Visari's training, and continue to prepare him for the world of business. Once the year was over, if he decided to allow Visari's training to continue, he would allow Karen to take Visari offworld, though only for a short time at first; he wouldn't allow Visari to go on longer trips or missions until he was older.

And so Visari's training began, and Visari got to learn that Karen was a harsh master; she wasn't cruel, but she was merciless in her training. Things were simple at first; you have to be able to walk before you can run, after all. Karen started by teaching him how to open himself up to the Force. This was the only thing that she focused on for a very long time; if Visari could not wield the Force effectively, then there would be no hope for him. Luckily for Visari, things that had to do with the Force came naturally to him, and he learned quickly. As his training with the Force progressed, Karen introduced rudimentary lightsaber training to him, first teaching him how to hold it without killing himself, and then moving to the classic practice with remotes. He struggled a bit with the lightsaber, but Karen was relentless with his training, and Visari was determined to please his father enough to be able to continue his training when the year was over.

At the same time that his training with Karen was going on, his father stepped up Visari's education. In addition to the teaching that he provided himself, he hired some of the best tutors on Panatha, no matter their cost; no price would be too high for his son. Visari's learning continued to accelerate, and he constantly pleased his teachers with his sharp mind. Everything was going well, and when the year was up, the decision was made.

Visari would continue to learn the ways of the Force.

Act II

The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy. ~Alfred North Whitehead.

Years 8-23

The Ways of the Force Years 8-14
Visari's training continued, though largely in the same fashion as it had. He still only knew the basics, and Karen continued to lay down a very solid foundation for him to learn from. His lessons with his tutors continued, and day by day he grew stronger, both in mind and in the Force. Even at such an early age, and at such low levels of learning, he showed an astounding proficiency for handling the Force. Karen even admitted her surprise at his ability to learn her lessons on the Force so easily. Now let me be clear: he wasn't some god-child that could take on a master; he wasn't even anywhere close to being able to start to think of that. But, for his age, and for the fact that he had only been trained for about two years, he showed a remarkable amount of progress. His lightsaber lessons left a little to be desired, though. He wasn't terrible, but compared to his amazing progress with the Force, they were a bit... lackluster, to say the least. Visari had never been a very strong boy to start with; he preferred strengthening his mind more than his body. Karen would have no excuses for it, however. In order to try to correct this, Karen shifted their training time around. Instead of spending most of their time on training with the Force, she swapped the balance so that most of their time was spent focusing on learning the basics of using a lightsaber. Visari hated it. He complained to Karen, who would only respond by saying that if he wanted to focus more on the Force again he'd have to get better with a lightsaber. He complained to Jean, who told him that he'd have to trust in Karen's instruction. He even complained to his tutors, who told him there was nothing they could do. In the end, the only Visari could do was do as Karen asked and focus on his lightsaber training.

It was rough. When he turned ten, Karen stepped the training up to include the beginnings of Shii-Cho, the most basic form of lightsaber combat, and the foundation of all the other form; sher reasoning that because of the way Visari struggled with lightsaber training, he'd have to start earlier and spend more time on the basics in order to stay on par with where he would need to be later on. Visari struggled with it, but he is nothing if he is not persistent, and he started to make progress. At the same time, his studies started to pick up and become a bit more advanced, and his father started to show him a little bit more of the basics of business and economics. Visari also started to receive lessons on leading, because in order to run a business, he'd have to know how to lead people. To Visari's relief, he was better at the newer lessons than he was with a lightsaber.

As time marched on, Karen's methods and steadfastness finally began to bear fruit. By the time Visari was twelve, he was starting to show signs of learning his lightsaber lessons easier. Karen once again shifted the proportion of time that they spent on lightsaber training so that it would now be equal with the time they spent training on the Force. Visari's big advances continued to be in the Force, as Karen expected, but now she at least had faith that he would one day be able to use a lightsaber with some degree of success. At this point, she told Visari that he had satisfied her with the basics of lightsaber usage, and he would start to learn more of Shii-Cho. His academic lessons continued to advance along nicely as well.

It was during this time that Visari and Karen started to develop a bond. Visari was now becoming old enough to be able to understand that even though he didn't always like the ways that Karen pushed him during their training time, it was for his own good. As such, he started to respect the Miraluka more, and as time went by, the two of them would grow to be very good friends.

But finally, shortly after Visari reached the age of fourteen, the time for his first venture off of Panatha with Karen came.

First Flight Years 14-18
The first mission that Karen and Visari would go out on was a simple one. After leaving the Order, Karen had become a sort of Jedi-for-hire, seeking to lend a hand to those that needed it at her discretion. She had a friend on Alpheridies that asked her to find out and pursue a man that had killed her father. She accepted gladly, and Jean was let Visari tag along, claiming that he'd need to get off of Panatha and see the galaxy for himself. Karen had her own personal craft, a small thing that could be operated by one person. The Netellus family had let her keep it in one of the family's private hangars, and Jean had made sure that workers kept it in top condition. Karen and Visari loaded up onto the craft, and Visari said his farewell to his father. It would be his first time leaving Panatha, though certainly not his last. Jean bid Visari farewell, and told him to make the Netellus name proud.

And so they went. They landed near the home of the family, the Vasens. When they arrived, they were greeted by Misami Vasen, the Human that hired them. Her father had been an old veteran, and moved in with her after he retired. She lived with him and her daughter, Kamea. Two weeks prior to Karen and Visari's arrival, a man had broken into their house, seeking to steal from them. He was unaware that they were in the house at the time, and Misami's father tried to fight him off. But he was old, and the man was armed; he killed her father and escaped while they were trying to keep the old man alive. So Misami, who had known Karen for a very long time, called on her for aid. They had an idea of where the man was from. A few years ago, there had been a dispute between the Vasen family and a family of Miralukas. Misami was a merchant, and the Miralukas claimed that she had intentionally sold them a faulty product to make them come to her for repairs or a new one. The Vasen family denied the claims, or course, and after a while, they were able to get the issue sorted out. But the man that thought himself wronged held onto a grudge, and Misami believed that the break-in had been an attempt to get back at the family. The Miraluka man lived a few miles to the north, away from anyone else.

Karen and Visari stayed for the night and planned to head out in the morning. However, that night, there was an attack. Apparently, if the culprit was indeed the Miraluka, he wanted Misami dead, because a bounty hunter showed up inside the house. He was a Duros, and not really that good of a bounty hunter; Karen and Visari were easily able to unarm him and restrain him for an interrogation. Karen interrogated the man as Visari watched, and was not at all to use pain as a means to get information out of him. It turned out that their suspicions were correct, and the Miraluka, a man by the name of Aldyn Cyll, was behind the attack and the break in. He had attempted to break in with the hopes that he could take the amount of money (or enough items to equal it) that he felt that Misami and swindled him out of. After the failed attempt, he hired the Duros to simply kill Misami. Misami was of course outraged that Aldyn could still hold on to a grudge after so many years, and Karen offered to go find him and bring him to her. Visari suggested waiting at the house for a while to be sure that there wouldn't be any more attacks. After he said that, the Duros informed them that Aldyn was very poor, and had offered almost all of his money to him for the job; he had even paid some beforehand to make sure the job got done. Aldyn would not have enough money to hire another hunter, and on top of that, the Duros thought he seemed odd, like something had corrupted his mind. Karen noted this, and said she'd look into when he was found.

So the next step was planning. They weren't sure where Aldyn would be; they didn't know if he'd stay at his home, or if he'd try to strike out at Misami once again. In the end, Karen and Visari would split - Karen would head out to the location of Aldyn's home, and Visari would stay with Misami and Kamea, in case Aldyn slipped by Karen and made it back to their home.

So, while Karen was off hunting, Visari found himself with a bit a free time. He did what he could to keep up his training by himself, but he was curious about the his new surroundings. So he spent some time off looking around, venturing out onto the land around the house, though not going too far out; his objective was still to protect the family. He also had time to notice Karen's daughter. She was fifteen, a year older than he, but that didn't matter to him. She was nice and witty, and she dreamed of one day traveling the stars as a merchant, like her mother. Now this was all well and good for Visari, and he truly did like Kamea for who she was, but as a boy in puberty, there were certain things about her that interested him more than others. She was pretty, and our young boy, who hadn't had much exposure to the opposite sex, other than Karen (who was FAR too old for him)and his mother (that's just nasty), was infatuated. Kamea found this all very amusing, as did Misami, but she liked Visari, so she humored him.

All in all, Visari's part of the mission went very smoothly. There was no attack from Aldyn, so after a while, it turned into waiting for Karen to return. When she did, she had interesting news. Aldyn had, in fact been out of his mind. She had tried to reason with him, but in the end, she ended up having to kill him after he attacked her. What's more, she had felt the dark side very strongly around him, but not from him. She suspected that someone had been meddling with him, but for what purpose, she knew not. She didn't know why what she was assuming to be a Dark Jedi would have any need to off Misami, other than for the sake of being malicious. Visari and Karen stayed at the Vasen house for a few more days, watching to see if something else would happen.

The night before they left, Karen took Visari on a walk out onto the plains outside the house. She told him that she had taken notice of how his crush on Kamea. She told him that love was something best left alone, and then told him her story. Years ago, she had been a Knight in the Jedi Order. However, when she was still in her twenties, her heart was stolen by a young man. Her teachers warned her against it, telling her that love could lead to pain or even darkness, but she was young, and thought that their ways were the ways of those who never knew love. So, after a period of friction between her and the Order, she left, believing with all of her heart that what she felt could only lead to happiness. She was a fool. For a time, she was happy. But one day, her love was killed. He was killed by a man that he owed money to, but refused to pay, claiming the one he owed money to stole his ship, and until it was returned, he would not pay. The pain that she felt at her loss was worse than any physical pain she had ever felt. For a time, she feared that she would kill the man that killed her love in a blind fit of rage. Even now, the wound left by that loss still festered, and was the first thing she thought of when she awoke and the last thing she thought of before she went to sleep. So she told Visari to let his infatuation with Kamea go; it wouldn't be worth it, and to avoid such bonds in the future. They could only lead to sorrow. Visari said that he would keep her warning in mind, and try to take the lesson to heart.

The next morning, the two left Alpheridies and returned to Panatha after the completion of the mission. Visari's father was thrilled to hear that it had been a success, and was quite amused at Visari's descriptions of Kamea. After they spent some time resting, the routine returned to normal, with most of Visari's time dedicated to training with Karen or learning from his tutors. As the training pressed on, Visari started to have an easier time with lightsaber training; it seemed that he was a late bloomer in that regard. Shortly before he turned sixteen, Karen started to teach him Niman, in addition to their work with Shii-Cho since she felt it could work best for him. It would give him any specific advantage in combat, no, but it would make sure that his skills were balanced, and with his strength in the Force, if he could hold his own in a lightsaber battle, he'd be fine. Karen also started to teach him the basics of Force Deflection. She claimed that sometimes, as a businessman, he might not have access to a lightsaber, or if there was a sudden assassination attempt on him, he might not have time to reach for his lightsaber and wait for it to activate. At first the going with this new power was slow, as one would expect, but as time went by, Visari started to grasp it. During this time, Jean ramped up Visari's learning, introducing deeper economic lessons and business law to the mix of what he was already learning. Things continued along smoothly during this time; Karen and Visari even went on a few more adventures off of Panatha. Finally though, when Visari reached the age of eighteen, the time came for him to construct a lightsaber.

To Build a Lightsaber Year 18
The time came when Karen received word that there was a man with a rare crystal that he was willing to offer in exchange for a bit of help. The man lived on Taris, and claimed that he was being harassed by a group of local group of thugs. For a time, he had been able to deal with them, but they started to ramp up their measures, and eventually stole his speeder. He called on Karen and Visari to take the thugs out. Karen accepted the offer and she and Visari made their way from Panatha to Taris.

When they arrived, they met with the man for more details as to what would need to be done. He was an elderly man, and had the look of one who had traveled the galaxy a great deal. He wanted Karen and Visari to get the thugs to leave him alone; he didn't care if they worked out a deal or if they were killed, as long as they left him alone. So the two got to work. They headed to the lower city, where the man said that the thugs resided. After spending a few days getting their bearings and searching around, they were able to find the hideout. The thugs were led by a Gran named Ulong. Karen and Visari allowed themselves to be 'captured' by Ulong's group in order to get to him without having to massacre his thugs; they wanted to avoid conflict if possible. They were taken to his presence, as planned. When he asked why they had been snooping around in his turf for the last few days, they told him that they had been hired by the man that was being harassed, and were seeking an end to the conflict, either through a deal or through violence. Ulong was, of course, very amused by this and made a counter proposal. He offered them a very large amount of credits if they would simply turn on the man and kill him. Visari vehemently rejected his offer, refusing to betray the man that had hired them with trust; Karen agreed, and the Gran's deal was turned down. This miffed the Gran very much, and he ordered the two to be killed by his men.

Then things got ugly.

Karen broke out of her bonds with a powerful wave of the Force that sent all of the thugs flying and then freed Visari. Visari, thinking quickly, tried to use a Mind Trick to dissuade Ulong from the course he was on, but Ulong would not be fooled, and Visari's effort only made him angrier. Karen and Visari prepared to fight, going back-to-back. Then the fight broke out. Ulong's men attacked, assaulting the two with blasters. There were quite a few of them, and the Jedi had to split up to get to something that offered a bit more cover, but they were able to start thinning the thugs' numbers. Visari was faring well, and he was rushed by a Togruta with a vibrosword. He prepared to meet his foe, wielding the yellow lightsaber that Karen had given him to use until he built his own. The two had a short duel, since the Togruta's blade had a cortosis weave in it. Visari was able to overcome the Togruta through a combination of better skills and his power in the Force; he slammed his foe's head into an exposed beam in the ceiling with a powerful Force push before cutting off the Togruta's sword arm. As it become more and more evident that the Jedi would not be felled by his men, Ulong fled to the back and locked himself into his private room. Karen went to the back to get him while Visari stood watch outside to take care of any more thugs that would try to come and intervene. Then the droid came.

It was massive; it had been used for construction before the thugs got their hands on it. Over the years they had modified it heavily, adding weapons to it and increasing its armor. Visari took up his blade once more and prepared to fend off the droid, or at least hold out long enough for Karen to arrive and help him. Things went poorly from the start. Visari got to find out that the armor was too heavy for reflected blaster bolts to do any damage, and the droid was too heavy for his current skill in the force to be able to throw around much. He tried to close in on the droid to cut it with his blade, but that just lead to him getting thrown back into a wall. After his head cleared, he was barely able to get up and out of the way before the droid's foot slammed down into where his head would have been. He renewed his assault, but it still lead nowhere. Once again, he tried to close in, this time from behind the droid to cut one of its legs. He almost succeeded, but the droid was deceptively fast. It spun around, slamming one of its huge arms into Visari and launching him across the room. His saber fell to the ground at the droid's feet from the surprise blow, and his arm had been hit in such a way that it ended up broken. Visari watched groggily as the droid carelessly crushed the lightsaber and started to advance on him. He reached out in the Force to Karen, but unless she was very fast, she wouldn't make it in time.

So there Visari was, unable to fight the monstrosity before him and barely able to move. Deep down in his heart, he believed that this would be the end of him. Fear surged through him. He needed to do something, but what? As the droid closed in on him, the fear got stronger, until suddenly, he reached out in a final desperate attempt to stop it. He wasn't completely sure what he was doing, he just knew that the Force was surging through him, in a different way than he had ever felt before.. The droid was stopped in its tracks and lifted into the air. Then, Visari slowly started to close his fist, and the droid started to compact in on itself. Visari continued to squeeze with the Force, and before long, the droid was too deformed to continue to operate properly. The exhaustion of the battle then hit Visari, and he passed out.

When Visari awoke, he was on Karen's starship. His arm had been casted up Karen had patched up numerous cuts around his body. When he asked what had happened, Karen told him that she had taken care of Ulong, and felt Visari's fear more than the call he sent out in the Force. By the time she made it back to him, he had disabled the droid and was laid out on the floor. For a moment she had feared that he was dead, but she was still able to sense him in the Force. From there, she had carried him back to the old man's place and used some medical supplies from her ship to patch him up. It would take time for his arm to heal; healing wasn't her forte, and the broken arm was beyond her abilities. When Visari asked about what he had done to the droid, Karen went silent for a moment. After a heavy sigh, she told him that he had used Force Crush. What he had done had been sloppy, and he hadn't been very efficient with it, but it was there. She told him it was a power often associated with the Dark Side of the Force, and he would need to be careful to control his emotions to prevent further outbreaks like that; she feared that it might happen again, but to a living being, or even worse, to a noncombatant. Now, Karen wasn't opposed to killing when needed, but she did not want Visari learning a power that was known for causing a great deal of pain before killing the victim, so she refused to teach him more on it, even though she could use it herself.

Visari informed Karen that the lightsaber she let him use had been destroyed by the droid, though she already knew that. She told him it was okay, since such things happened from time to time; besides that, it was time for him to build his own lightsaber. The man had given her the crystal that he promised. It was one of the rare Durindfire crystals, known for giving lightsabers a silver color. The old man had come across it years ago during his travels of the galaxy, when he had made a stop on Tatooine. He hadn't known what it was; he had a feeling it was valuable, and thought Karen could perhaps sell it for a good bit of money. She gave Visari the crystal and told him that he would have to spend time meditating over it to bond it to him. Once that was done, he could begin the construction of the lightsaber. Visari gratefully took the crystal and went to the back of the ship to start meditating. He turned it over in his hands, looking at it. It had been worn smooth over the years, but it still had a brilliant luster to it. He could almost feel the Force flowing through it, and as the meditation began, that feeling got stronger.

His meditation continued after their return to Panantha and stretched out over the next three weeks. Once that was done, the construction began. It took about a month and a half, and was rife with failed attempts, but Visari was able to get it done. The completed blade was a point of pride for Visari. It wasn't an ostentatious work, but it was well made. It had a black core, with a silver overlay [picture in the lightsaber section]. The silver blade that emanated from it was the best part for Visari. He knew from Karen that silver blades were rare, and he was very proud to have one of his own.

Hubris Years 18-22
Visari's training time with Karen started to head for a close. He was nearing mastery of Shii-Cho, was doing fairly well with Niman, and his proficiency with the Force continued to advance. It seemed that perhaps having his own lightsaber offered increased motivation to improve in blade-to-blade combat, because his progress started to pick up. But for the first time, Visari went against Karen's wishes in regards to his training. Whenever he felt he could do it without getting caught, he tried to practice Force Crush. The work he did was slower than it would be with an instructor, and he wasn't even sure if he was learning it correctly, but he did what he could. One night when he was twenty, he was caught.

It happened when he was out training away from the Netellus family complex after a late rain. Karen had been looking for him followed the Force to him. She watched him from afar for a few minutes, hoping that he wasn't doing what she thought he was, but the truth is not always pleasant. Visari sensed her presence, but too late; he had already been discovered. Karen upbraided him severely, telling him that learning such things could lead to a lot of trouble for him if he used them with the wrong intention. On top that, if used against a living being, she didn't feel that there could be a right intention; the only way such a power could be used was with the intent to cause a great deal of pain or to kill. But Visari had started to get a little arrogant. He countered, saying that he wouldn't fall victim to his emotions, and that he had enough judgment to be able to keep from using the ability when it wasn't needed. Karen told him he was a fool and threatened to end his training if he did not stop trying to learn such things. For the first time, Visari got mad at Karen. How could she tell him that? She knew how to use the power herself! She had ignored the warnings of the Jedi Council to follow her own path! How could she try to tell him that he had no right to learn such a thing after what she had done? And worst of all, how could she even dare to tell him that he wouldn't be able to control himself when she hadn't been able to control herself in her youth?

Karen was quiet for a moment. The only thing she told him was an almost whispered "You know nothing, Visari," which was followed by more silence. Then she told him that she would be leaving the next day; his arrogance was too great, and if he would not listen to reason, then he would have to learn for himself. She would not be responsible for the training of a monster. She then turned to leave, leaving Visari to feel as if he had been punched in the stomach. He didn't get any sleep that night; he was torn between his urge to learn the new power and his desire to finish his training with Karen. She had been a good teacher for him, and the thought of leaving on such a bad not made him taste bile. Before the sun rose, he knew what he had to do. He rose with the sun to get to Karen before she left. He caught her as she was leaving her quarters. He apologized to her out for his outburst, saying that he had lost control of himself, and added that he now understood what it was she meant when she said that it was dangerous to lose control of himself. He told her that he would give up his curiosity in learning Force Crush, and that she was right. Karen was once again quiet for a long moment as she thought. She told him that she would stay and finish his training. But if she ever found that he was still trying to learn that power again, against her wishes, she would leave.

And so the learning continued. But from that day, the relationship between Karen and Visari was different; it was strained a bit, and Visari could tell that Karen didn't trust him as much as she once did. But time heals all wounds, and for a time, it seemed that their relationship was on the mend. Visari finally mastered Shii-Cho when he was twenty-two, and was proficient with Niman. He was also quite strong in the Force, and had a great knack for using the Force to influence other people. Shortly after his twenty-third birthday, Karen told him that he was ready to be on his own. He would now be able to handle himself out in the Galaxy, and that their time together was coming to a close. She told him that despite the Force Crush incident, she was proud of him, and that she believed he would go on to great things. But, before they went their separate ways, there was one more mission for the two to go on; one that would change Visari forever.

Loss Year 23
During the years after their first mission, Karen had quietly been trying to find information on who the Dark Jedi was that could have corrupted Aldyn to such a degree. At first, it seemed like the search would lead nowhere, but she was dogged in her work, and as time passed, a trail started to emerge. From what she could gather, he was an Echani that went only by the name of Nero. He seemed to be quite insane, and had a record of corrupting the minds of his victims before killing them. Her information pointed to him being on Farrfin, and she was going to track him down and kill him. Since Visari was no longer under her tutelage, she asked if he would go along with her. He gladly accepted.

The two arrived on Farrfin and started their search. The amount of crime and corruption on Farrfin made it hard to search for Nero, and for a time, they just ended up going in circles. After a days, though, a clue came up. A man reported having met with someone that called themselves Nero a few days ago, and gave them directions to where the mysterious man seemed to be heading. Once they got there, they spent a few more days searching for Nero, and the same thing happened; another person that claimed to have met with the mysterious man sent them on towards him. The pattern continued on for about a month, and Karen and Visari were slowly being led north, toward a small industrial complex. After a while, they started to suspect that they were being led into a trap. They didn't know how right they were.

The day came when they encountered Nero. He fled from them, and the two gave chase. They were lead to an old abandoned factory, and there the fight began. Nero knew the place better than the back of his hand, and he used that to his advantage, suddenly appearing and striking out at the two Jedi with the Force. They were able to fight him off, and as they moved deeper into the old, dark factory, it seemed that they had the upper hand. And then Nero set his plan in motion. He struck out once more, this time using a powerful push of the Force to fling Visari away from Karen. Before Karen could do anything, he slammed her into the ground and broke her saber arm. Then, as Visari was getting up, he picked up a large piece of metal and flung it at him. Visari was able to stop it and returned the favor, sending it flying at Nero. Nero stopped it, and set it to the side. Karen tried to reach out to stop him with the Force, but Nero blocked her attack, and broke her other arm in return. Then, he scampered away. Visari ran to Karen, and tried to get her to a safer location, but then Nero returned, this time with a Force collar. He swatted Visari aside once more and snapped the collar around Karen's neck. The scream that came from Karen's throat still haunts Visari's nightmares to this day.

You see, a Force collar would be a bad enough thing to use on any Force-sensitive, but because Karen was a Miraluka, its effects were even worse. The world went black around her as her connection was abruptly severed, and all she felt in its place was a cold emptiness. Visari's silver blade sprung to life and he tried to get to his teacher to sever the collar, but Nero met him with his own blade before he could get to her. And so the two fought. Now, despite his initial troubles with a lightsaber, Visari had still grown to be a dangerous foe with one, but it was still not a strong point for him. To add to the problem, Nero was an Echani, and had trained much more than Visari in the ways of blade-to-blade and unarmed combat; he was about ten years Visari's elder, too. So, Visari was beaten. Very badly. But Nero only hit him to hurt him, not to kill; he used shiim touches against Visari many times, not to mention the brutal strikes he landed with his hands and feet. End the end, Visari was defeated, and collapsed before Nero. But Nero did not kill Visari. Instead he used the Force to bind Visari so that he would not be able to move (not that he'd be able to with his injuries) and Visari was forced to watch in horror as Nero turned his attention to Karen. First he simply toyed with her, flinging her about with the Force as she screamed in terror. Then, after a while, he started to hurt her more, flinging her harder into various objects in the factory, and beating her with his hands and feet. After he seemed to get bored with that, he got out his lightsaber and went to work; first, he'd just drag it along her skin, but only hard enough to cause a great deal of pain, not to cut off anything. Next he started to cut of things, starting with her fingers and her feet, and then moving onto larger things. Visari thought he would go mad. He screamed and yelled for Nero to stop, but the Dark Jedi only seemed to bask in the pain he was causing. Once he had had enough with Karen, he lopped off her head with a single, casual stroke.

Rage flooded Visari, and he was able to break out of Nero's bonds. The Force flowed into him, fueled by a mix of hatred and sorrow; he was so enraged that he was able to ignore the wounds that Nero had inflicted upon him. He struck out viciously at Nero, trying to use the Force Crush ability that had come to him years ago. But time without using the power had caused what proficiency he had with it to fade, and his attempt was unsuccessful. Nero turned to face him, and after another short struggle, Visari was once more on the ground, with Nero's boot on his chest. As Nero crushed the air out of his lungs, Visari asked why he had done what he did. Nero only sneered at Visari, and then told him he thought it would be fun. Visari asked if Nero was going to kill him, and to his surprise, Nero shook his head. When Visari asked what he was going to do, he only replied "I have plans for you, Visari. But for them to come to fruition, I need you to live." Before Visari could ask what he meant, Nero knocked him unconscious.

When Visari awoke two and a half days later, he found that he had been deposited into Karen's vessel outside of the factory. Nero's words and the sight of what happened to Karen echoed in his head, and he dragged himself to his feet, suddenly very desperate to be off of Farrfin. As he made his way back to Panatha he thought in silence. What did Nero mean? Did he know more about who Visari was than he thought? Had he known Karen was chasing him from the very beginning? He couldn't think of any answers. The only thing that he knew was that he hated Nero and he very much wanted him dead.

When Visari arrived on Panatha once more, he was greeted by his father, who immediately rushed him to get medical attention, though not much could be done. The wounds left by Nero's lightsaber would leave scars, and the bruises would heal in time. But Nero had done more than mere physical damage to Visari. He had left some deep emotional scars, and Visari was never quite the same from that day. he was colder, and almost seemed obsessed with getting some form of revenge on Nero. He spent a great deal of time on Nevak Hill, but he could find no peace. So, he took up training himself with Force Crush once more, wanting to learn anything he could for the inevitable reunion with his nemesis. After a few months, he told his father that he would be leaving Panatha for a while. He didn't know how long he would be gone, but he would wander the galaxy, seeking out new powers that he could use to kill Nero.

So he left, out on his journey to seek power. At the time, though he didn't completely realize it, he was teetering on the precipice of the light and darkness, and by leaving Panatha, he left the door open for Nero to come in and push him over the edge.

Act III

C'era una volta un uomo
Con gli occhi verso la luna
E si chiedeva:
"Verra presto l'amore?"
E che altro esiste
In un cuore gelato?
Tranne il pensiero
Di un assassinio molto silenzioso
~Un Assassinio Molto Silenzioso, Kamelot

Years 23-34

Lost and Damned Years 24-27
Visari wandered the galaxy alone for a long time after the events on Farrfin. He changed, turning into a much rougher, crueler man than what he had been. Now, the man that had often tried to avoid getting into fights had no problem beating the daylights out of someone, and oftentimes when he had been drinking a bit too much in a cantina, was the one that started a fight. Though his search for ways to get stronger was his sole goal at first, as time passed, he started to lose hope, and turned his anger outwards. Though he didn't want to admit it, Visari was hurting, very badly, and that pain was sliding him ever closer to the Dark Side of the Force. What happened to him on Farrfin left a wound, that even to this day, has yet to heal completely. So, for a time, he was little more than a wandering thug, picking fights, hoping to find something that would help ease the pain inside of him, but all that gained him were a few new scars and that same feeling of hollowness. It only got worse as time rolled by, compounding up like a snowball rolling down a hillside, until one day, a bit of fortune finally came his way.

It happened when he made a stop on Taris. He was quite drunk after leaving a cantina one night; a common enough occurrence. As he was making his way back to the place he was staying in, he was confronted by a group of thugs that wanted his money. Well, Visari certainly wasn't going to have any of that, so in a drunken rage, he whipped out his lightsaber and the fight was on. There were quite a few thugs, about ten, and Visari's drunkenness wasn't helping any, so he ended up getting roughed up quite a bit. But he was able to kill some of them and the rest were scared off. As he started to stumble his way back to his place, he passed out from his drunkenness and his injuries.

When he awoke, he was greeted by none other than Kamea. Her dream of becoming a merchant had come to be, and she spent her days traveling the stars, selling her wares. She sold mechanical things; ship parts, components for weapons, etc. She found Visari about an hour after he passed out, and could tell that he had been drinking. With the help of a local man, she was able to get him into a speeder and onto her ship, where she was staying. The two spent the rest of the day talking, catching up on what had been going on over the last ten years. Kamea had left Alpheridies when she turned twenty, and had been a merchant ever since. Visari told her about his training, his lightsaber, the adventures he had gone on with Karen. When Kamea asked how Karen was, he told her about the disaster at Farrfin, though he left the more disturbing details out. Kamea gave him her sympathy, and then he went on, telling her about what had gone on in the year after Karen's death, and the things that he had done. Things that he was suddenly very ashamed of. He told Kamea that more than anything, he was afraid of what would happen to him if Nero found him again, and he didn't know what to do. After a few moments, Kamea offered that he could travel with her, to be a guard of sorts. She could defend herself, but Visari would be a better guardian, and it would be good for both of them to have some company. Visari accepted without hesitation.

And so the two were off, traveling the galaxy. Visari picked his training up again, and more than once had to fend off ne'er-do-wells that wanted to take advantage of Kamea. For the first time in over a year, Visari was happy. He was slowly starting to move on from Karen's death, though he could never forget it, and his fear was starting to fade. What's more, as the two traveled more and more, the relationship between them started to grow from friendship into something deeper. Visari still had that same attraction to her that he had in his youth, and as she spent more time with him, Kamea really started to take to Visari. All was well, at least for a time. But, as fate would have it, all would not stay well.

After traveling together for three years, the pair made a stop on Panatha. Kamea had never been to Panatha, and after Visari's stories of the beauty of the planet, she decided to stop by. They landed in one of the planet's cities, about fifty miles away from the Netellus family complex. They stayed for a few weeks, and everything was fine. For once, Visari didn't have to fight off any thugs, and Kamea was finding that her business did well on Panatha. They were happy. And then, disaster found Visari once more.

It happened one rainy night when the two were out and about after a long day of work. Kamea had sold the rest of her wares and they were making preparations to leave. Visari had suggested stopping by his old home to see his father, and to introduce Kamea to him. Kamea thought it was a good idea, and so they would visit the Netellus complex the next morning before heading out. As they were leaving a restaurant after spending the night together, Nero made himself known once more. As the two were walking down the rain-soaked street, something made Kamea drop the bag she had with leftover food in it. When she turned around to get it, she bumped into a tall man in a dark, hooded cloak. Something about him made Visari's hackles rise, but he wasn't sure what. As Kamea bent down to pick up her bag, the man grabbed her by the shoulder and straightened her up, pulling her into him as he did. He said only "Jean Netellus sends his regards" before his red lightsaber blossomed through her chest. Visari's heart froze. He knew the voice immediately; it was Nero. His silver blade was in his hands before he could think about it, and he stared Nero down. Nero let Kamea drop to the ground and casually told Visari it was good to see him again. Visari rushed Nero, but Nero simply bound him with the Force, and told Visari that he was a hired man, acting on orders from Jean. Visari vehemently denied this, saying that Nero was lying. Nero told Visari that if he was lying, he would have been able to sense it, and if he didn't believe him, he could go ask Jean himself. Then Nero put his cloak's hood back up and vanished into the night, leaving Visari bound until he was out of sight. Visari rushed to Kamea, who was barely still alive. He tried to heal her, but his healing abilities were meager, and he knew there was nothing he could do. In desperation, he called out to the people that had formed a circle around them, begging for someone, anyone to help. But no one even moved to do anything other than offer sympathetic looks. And so, with rain pouring down on him and tears blurring his vision, Visari watched Kamea die in his arms.

Something inside of Visari died with her. Though his personality had taken a change for the worse after Karen's death, the loss of Kamea broke him, as one extra push can shatter a glass filled with cracks. No longer would he be the kind, if a bit headstrong, man he had been. No, the only thing that he would become was cruel, and cold. He fled Panatha, wanting to be away from the place that had now come to bear so much pain. Visari did as he always did in such times: he wandered from place to place. But this time, as he wandered, instead of trying to get over what happened and letting the wounds start to heal, he let them fester, feeding off of his hatred. As time passed, he started to reflect on what happened. Had Nero spoke the truth? He didn't know, but he'd have to find out. So, he devised a plan. He'd return to Panatha and seek out his father. If what Nero said rang true, and his father was behind the murder of Kamea, he vowed that would take what his father held dearest from him, as his father had done to him.

[Rugs]

Un Assassinio Molto Silenzioso Years 28-30
Visari returned to the Netellus family complex for the first time since leaving after Karen's death. Things were different. The first thing that he noticed was that a darkness seemed to permeate the place. He suspected that Nero's hand had been at work. Jean came out to greet him, welcoming his son home after such a long absence. Visari was whisked away into the complex to his father's private lobby to meet with him and to tell him of all the things that he had done and seen during his time away. When they got into the room, Visari was greeted by none other than Nero. The Dark Jedi simply smiled at him, and Visari had to resist the urge to engage him in combat; he would in all likelihood get stomped into the ground again, and for the time, his focus was on his father.

When Visari asked about Nero, his father said that he was an adviser. He had been hired a few months after Visari left Panatha, and had proven to be very helpful. As such, he flew up through the ranks, and now was Jean's most trusted advisor. Visari suspected that Nero was playing mind games with his father, a suspicion that wasn't eased by Nero's arrogant grinning while his father spoke. Jean and Visari spoke for a while, though Visari was tense, dreading the moment when he would ask about Kamea; if Nero had gained control of his father, then he already knew what the answer would be. But the time finally came. Visari asked if Jean had anything to do with Kamea's assassination, and his father sighed heavily and was quiet for a long while. Then, speaking slowly, he told Visari that he was. He claimed that Kamea had only been trying to get close to Visari to one day take control of Netellus Arms. She had to be killed to protect the company. Rage unlike anything he had ever felt before flooded through Visari, and that grin that Nero was wearing only deepened; but Visari held his anger in and excused himself. He knew what would need to be done, and to do that, he would need to work carefully.

He spent the next span of time getting back into the swing of life on Panatha, trying to fit back in as best he could. His training resumed, and after a few months, he mastered the Niman form, and took up Soresu. As he went about his business, he did his best to avoid Nero, both out of fear and because he did not want to get into any sort of confrontation with him. Nero, though seemed to bask in occasionally letting Visari know that there really wasn't anywhere that he couldn't find him. Quite a few times, he watched Visari train, often watching from right in front of him. But Visari did his best to ignore Nero, though he didn't work on Force Crush when Nero was (to his knowledge) present. During this time, Visari also spent a lot of time away from the family complex, searching in the city for a seller of poisons. He would need something that couldn't be traced, and would cause symptoms that seemed natural. The search took a long while, as one would expect, and when he found someone that sold it, the price was astronomical. But Visari was patient; he had come this far, he would be willing to wait longer. In the end, he sold off Karen's ship, claiming that he didn't need it any more. He used the funds gained to buy the poison and started to move to set the rest of his plan in motion.

His father's sixtieth birthday was approaching, and there would be a feast inside the complex to celebrate. Preparations were in full swing, and Visari would use that to his advantage. He became active in the planning; it was his father's birthday, after all. He spent a great deal of time learning everything that would happen on the night of the feast, and what would be the best opportunity for him to murder his father. As the days passed, he decided that the time would be during the feast itself, when there would be a lot of noise and people's attention was focused elsewhere. The day before the feast, he was confronted by Nero. Nero greeted him warmly, and asked if they could talk privately. Not wanting to cause a scene, Visari reluctantly agreed. They went to an empty room, and started to talk. Visari tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible, but Nero was having none of it; he taunted Visari by making small talk, asking about inane things that were of no importance. Then he started to ask why Visari had been trying to avoid him, or why he had become so involved with the preparations for Jean's birthday so suddenly. As Visari got more and more irritated with him, he asked if Visari still remembered what happened on Farrfin. At Visari's answer and question as to why Nero was asking him that, he only replied "Just wondering" before giggling madly to himself and turning to leave. But he stopped in the doorway, and told Visari that if he failed in the attempt to assassinate Jean and ruined his plans, he would kill Visari. He left before Visari could say anything in response.

The night of the feast arrived, and things were set on their final course. Visari was confident that everything would go well. He sat at the right hand of his father, as his father's declared guest of honor. Unfortunately, that put him across the table from Nero, who seemed to love irritating him with that maddening grin. Visari had been quite busy during the day. He had injected the poison into the food that his father would be using, and had needed to use the Force on numerous occasions to convince the workers in the back that the food was fine. If that failed, he had a small vial hidden on his person that he could use to slip poison into Jean's drink. If that failed, he'd have to find another way to kill his father, a way that would probably be more messy. But that would not be necessary. When the food was brought out, he immediately reached out with the Force to check his father's meal. The poison was still there. From there, everything went well. The feast and celebration were a fantastic affair, and his Jean consumed all of his food, and the poison with it. The only bad thing that night was the way Nero constantly taunted him, though subtly; asking if he ever encountered any Dark Jedi in his travels, what happened to his master, things like that. But Visari managed to keep his composure and the night passed without incident. Now came the waiting.

The poison worked fast. By the next morning, his father was abed, seemingly befallen with some strange illness. From the symptoms presented, the medical staff concluded that he had merely eaten a bit too much, or had a mild case of food poisoning. This caused a great deal of fear among the kitchen workers, since no one wanted to be the one responsible for killing Jean Netellus. But by that night, the poison was in full swing, and Jean had a high fever, along with a lot of internal bleeding. No one knew what to do. Initial tests that were run brought up nothing, and Jean's condition was deteriorating too quickly for any more extensive tests to be run. Visari played the part of a worried son very well, ordering medical personnel around, and even getting angry at the doctors when they couldn't do anything. But deep down inside of him, the only thing he felt was a cool, steady sense of accomplishment. Jean was as good as dead by his hands, and there was nothing anyone else could do about it. Netellus arms would be his, wrested suddenly from Jean's grasp as Kamea had been for his. Early the next morning, just about an hour after midnight, Jean Netellus died.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for Visari. He had to make appearances, as he was now the face of the Netellus family, and through inheritance, the CEO of Netellus Arms. He did everything well, making sure to seem to be grieving heavily, while inside, the only thing he cared about was solidifying his hold on the company and getting prepared to kill Nero. Jean's funeral was a grand thing; Visari made sure of that. Over five thousand Panathan soldiers provided an honor guard for the casket, and when Jean's body entered the ground, a team of fighters did a stunning flyover. Visari wanted to leave no doubt in the public mind that he loved his father.

After the burial, an investigation began into what happened to Jean. With some heavy use of persuasion in the Force, and a good number of false trails, Visari was able to lay the blame on all of the workers in the kitchens that knew of his involvement. They were to be arrested and thrown into jail, but Visari had other plans. He'd need to be away from Nero for a time, so why not try to take out two birds with one stone? Visari slit all of the kitchen worker's throat in the night, and the next day, once more using the Force to influence the investigation, pointed the blame to Nero: he had risen too far too fast through the ranks, and only wanted to control Netellus Arms himself. Nero fled Panatha, now a wanted criminal, but before leaving, he confronted Visari in his own room and promised that they would meet again.

Aftermath Years 31-34
Visari soon got to learn that there was much more to running a company than his schooling had lead him to believe. There were what seemed to be constant meetings, a lot of traveling around, and dealing with those in the company that had their own delusions of power. The first year was rough for him and Netellus arms; profits fell by just under ten percent. As things got worse, he was forced to devote less and less of his time to his training in order to try to keep things in good condition. But fortunately for him, as time went on, he started to better get a grasp on what needed to be done to run the business successfully. He started to crack down on those that questioned his authority, and even fired one man, who he found out held on to beliefs that Visari was the one to kill Jean. Almost immediately after the man was fired, Visari put a price on his head to keep such thoughts from spreading; the last thing he needed to deal with was the emergence of rumors that he was a murderer. In his second year of leading Netellus Arms, he made council of the brightest minds in the company. He made sure that they weren't all yes men, and that they would share their opinions if they differed from his, but they would have to understand that the ultimate power over the company was his and his alone. He gathered them together for the purpose of making a major decision.

Visari wanted to move the headquarters of Netellus Arms to a different world, one that wasn't as remote as Panatha. For years, Netellus Arms had primarily served Panatha, with some business done offworld, but Visari had grander things in mind than that. He wanted a corporation that would span the stars, but to do that, he would need to move deeper into the galaxy. So, the group started to look for a world that would suit the needs of the company, but it would be a few years before a planet was settled on, and even longer before the move was ready to be made.

So time passed on. Visari continued to learn more about running the company as he gained experience, and as often as he could, trained, fueled by his hatred for Nero and his burning desire to kill him. He had come a long way in his studies of Soresu, though he had not yet quite mastered it, and he had become very good at exerting influence over others with the Force. He was strong. Strong enough, he hoped to defeat Nero when the Dark Jedi made his inevitable return, a return that came sooner than Visari thought it would.

Act IV

All that I require
Is some trust as the pages turn
I can take you higher
'Cause your will is my concern
~ III Ways to Epica, Kamelot

Years 35-41

Reunion Year 35
Time continued to move forward, and Visari's understanding of the workings of Netellus Arms grew. He started to expand out into the galactic market more, almost timidly at first, until the company gained a customer base. By this point, he came to realize that the company would need to innovate more in order break deeper into the galactic market, and to do that, he'd have to hire more engineers to make new product. So that was what he did. He went out into the galaxy, and sent out his council of men as well, to find the best minds that could be hired. He was met with mixed success; some engineers didn't want to work for some unknown company, while others saw it as an opportunity to work on new ideas that more established businesses wouldn't want to risk. But Visari was patient, and with time, he started to build a small division of engineers and founded the Visari Research Division. One of the buildings of the Netellus family complex was converted into a research facility, and that was where they were based.

For the first time in a long time, Visari felt that all was well. He continued to train and to grow, and the company was growing as well. But as had been the case for his life, Nero was about to step in once more.

Perhaps to taunt Visari, Nero showed up in his bedroom while he was asleep. Visari awoke, and grabbed his lightsaber, and the two fought. The fight went a little better for Visari this time- he at least was able to fight Nero off for a short while before the Dark Jedi got irritated and slammed him to the ground. There, he once again but his boot on Visari's chest to pin him down, and his red blade to Visari's neck and offered him a proposition.

He offered Visari training. Visari vehemently refused, as one would expect. Nero told Visari that he knew Visari wanted him dead. He also knew that Visari knew that as things stood, he could not stand up to him. So, he was offering Visari a chance, a path to the power that he wanted to finally be able to kill Nero. Visari was, if you can imagine, a bit thrown off by this. Why would Nero want to throw his life away to train someone that he had seemingly devoted his whole life to making miserable? Nero told Visari that it was a matter of positioning. Nero wasn't really poised to be in a position of galactic prominence, but Visari was. Sure, Nero could do a few random killings here and there, but he wanted something grander than that. He wanted to do something that could be felt across the galaxy. But alas, fate had not put him in a position to do that; he was a lone man, and other than his power in the Force, didn't really have the ability to cause such wide-reaching affects. But Visari did. If Visari stepped carefully, he was poised to have a powerful company that could span the stars. That could put him in a much better position to cause grief than Nero was, and if Nero could play a part in that, by training Visari to use his anger, and the bitterness that lurked within, then he would have left his mark in the best way he could. Visari was quiet for a long while. He asked Nero what made him think that he would want to cause suffering to people on a wide scale. Nero told him that he knew Visari's feelings, and he knew that once he was dead, Visari's bitterness would not be satiated, and he'd need somewhere to turn his ire. Running a company presented a unique opportunity for that. Expand into the areas people lived in, enslave others to work in his factories, take over other businesses and ruin the dreams of those that created them. After all, Visari's life had been cruel, why shouldn't other people have one just as cruel? Visari had to consider Nero's offer for a long time, and his thought process wasn't helped by the lightsaber that was bare inches from his throat. But in the end, he accepted. He wanted to kill Nero more than anything else in the galaxy, and if Nero was offering him more power, then why not? It wasn't like he could fight Nero off- he'd probably be killed if he tried. So the deal was made, and Visari became a student of the Dark Side of the Force.

The Dark Arts Years 35-40
Visari's training started the next day, though it had to be done in secret. There was an old hidden vault down in the basement of the Netellus complex, though it hadn't been used in years. This is where the lessons were held, often late at night, and it was also where Nero would live; he was still, after all, a wanted man. The first things Visari would have to learn from Nero was the art of Force Concealment. It would be paramount that he keep his ability to channel the Force, and even more, his alignment hidden from any possible Jedi that he might cross paths with. It was a somewhat complex thing, but Visari caught on quickly, as he had in his youth, so things progressed smoothly. Nero also focused on increasing Visari's already outstanding ability to influence others through the Force; it was another crucial thing that he'd need to know. As he was learning that, Nero also helped Visari in his work to master Soresu; Visari would master the form during his time training with Nero. Work with traditional melee weapons was added as well; Visari might not always be able to use his lightsaber to fight of someone, but it wouldn't be unheard of for a man of his position to use a sword.

If Visari thought Karen could be harsh master, then Nero was downright cruel. He had no patience for mistakes, and often berated or even hurt Visari physically if he screwed something up enough. Visari's hatred for the Echani only grew as the training continued, but he suspected that Nero may have been trying to make him angrier on purpose. But Nero was true to his word; he showed Visari how to use his anger to fuel him, and Visari finally got an instructor that was both able and willing to help him with Force Crush, a power that he still didn't have the best grasp on at the time.

After about two years of training, Nero suggested that Visari find a better way to store his lightsaber. Up to that point, Visari had simply kept it hidden up a sleeve or something, but Nero suggested something more secure; if the lightsaber happened to slip out in front of someone that didn't need to know what Visari was, there could be problems. Visari would think of something eventually.

The training continued, and Visari's growth was spectacular. He grasped whatever Nero threw at him very quickly, and pushed himself to grow more than he ever had before. As he learned more and more of the Dark Side, his personality began to change, and he started to become even colder and crueler than he had been since Kamea's death, and he started to very much believe what Nero had said to him: that life was cruel.

During these years, he did not take his focus of off his main responsibility: the running of Netellus Arms. The base for the company continued to grow as the pushed deeper into the galactic market, and the search for a new headquarter planet was nearing completion. It was looking like Balmorra, a world known for industry, was going to be the candidate most likely to be the location of the company's headquarters. Not that Panatha would be abandoned; it would still function as a very important location for the company, and would be converted into the headquarters of the Visari Research division of the company. But it would still be several years before the move was ready to be made, but Visari and some of his advisors made a few trips to Balmorra, looking for a suitable location.
Finally, after five years, Visari felt that he was as ready as he would ever be to take on Nero. Nero may have felt the change in Visari, because he told Visari that there was nothing else for him to teach him; he knew how to use his anger, he knew how to fight with other weapons than a lightsaber, he knew how to use the Force to instill fear and suffering on others. He was a Dark Jedi. Visari knew now that the only left to do to truly complete his training would be to kill Nero.

And so the stage was set for a final confrontation.


Master Year 41
One night, when he felt that the time was finally right, Visari sought out Nero. To his surprise, the old vault in the basement was empty, and Nero was nowhere to be found in the building. But Visari could feel him; he was still on the Netellus grounds. And so the hunt began, and Visari let the Force guide him to where Nero awaited. After about an hour of searching, and chasing Nero around, he found him. He was out in the family burial site, perched up on one of the branches of the great tree that was on top of Nevak Hill. Memories of his first mentor flooded through Visari's mind, and the thought of the man that had done so many things to cause him pain sitting on the grave of one who was so much kinder and wiser than he enraged Visari. Visari's silver blade came alive, and Nero only laughed, claiming that the 'weak one' had come to kill him. He jumped down to the ground, and as he did, lightning flew across the sky, and the heavens opened up. The fight was on.

The battle was fierce; Visari and Nero knew each other well after training together for five years. The torrential rain didn't help, it made the ground muddy and slippery, but the two battled on regardless. Their sabers were a blur, weaving an intricate tapestry of silver and red, and for a time, neither of them would back down from the other. But Nero started to gain the upper hand, so Visari was forced back down the hill into the older part of the burial grounds; to fight Nero on the graves of his ancestors. He fought back against Nero's prowess with a blade with his abilities in the Force, and was able to land a push that sent Nero flying through the air. Visari was on him immediately, with a downward slash of his blade meant to rend Nero in half from head to groin, by the Echani was fast, and rolled out of the way. Before Visari could stop him, he launched a devastating physical assault, pounding Visari with his hands and feet, all the while taunting him, saying that he would kill him as he killed Karen, or as he killed Kamea. Visari was forced to the ground by the assault, but he fought on, ripping one of the tombstones from a grave with the Force and slamming it into Nero. Nero was forced back, and Visari was back on his feet, renewing his assault with his blade. The fight continued on like this, with one of them gaining the upper hand for a moment, for a few minutes. As it dragged on, Visari realized that the two were at a draw, and he'd have to do something quickly. He was already starting to tire, and Nero's edge in blade-to-blade combat was growing as he did. While Visari was thinking about what he could do, Nero struck out, and blue lightning lanced out from his fingers. It would be a bit of an understatement to say Visari was surprised by this; Nero had never mentioned anything about knowing such a power. Visari caught it on his blade, but was forced back, until his back was against the side of a cenotaph that had been erected in honor of his great grandfather. Nero closed in on him, saying that he was weak, and that he would die as everyone else dear to him had. Visari countered, saying that Nero would be naught but ash after he killed him. Nero stopped his lightning, and the two closed on each other, blades meeting again. This time, it was apparent that Nero had the upper hand, and Visari gave ground. Nero, a bit overconfident, slammed Visari back into the cenotaph with the Force and made a wide stroke to cut off Visari's head. Visari just barely rolled out of the way in time to dodge it, and struck out blindly with his lightsaber as he did. The hit connected; Nero's left leg came off at the knee, and he toppled to the ground.

Visari stood over Nero, triumphant after the long struggle. He severed Nero's saber arm, and cut his lightsaber in two with his own. Then he just stared at Nero, for a long time. Nero told Visari to kill him, to strike him down. Visari said that Nero would die, and would get to experience some of the pain that he had caused him. Then, he lifted Nero up into the air, and started to crush him. Slowly. At first, Nero resisted screaming, or making any sounds of pain, but as Visari's grip on him tightened, his screams rang out through the night, and they were sweet to Visari's ears. Nero's screams got louder and more frantic as the Crush got stronger, and right before he died, he actually begged Visari to stop, which only got a round of laughter from Visari.

Finally though, the deed was done. Nero's broken body fell to the ground before Visari, and the man that had tormented him for so long was gone forever. As Visari made his way back into the Netellus complex he thought of what he'd call himself now that he'd killed the man that taught him. A master perhaps? Yes, that had a nice, grandiose ring to it. It would have to do.

Act V

Power is my mistress. I have worked too hard at her conquest to allow anyone to take her away from me. ~ Napoleon Bonaparte

Years 41-63

Transition Years 41-46
After Nero's demise, Visari's attention was finally able to be solely focused on the running of Netellus Arms. The company purchased a large chunk of land on Balmorra, and two old factories in preparation for the move. Offices and other buildings that would be needed had been constructed, and everything was entering the final phases of planning. The conversion of part of the Netellus complex into the headquarters of the research division was almost complete, and once that was done, it would be full steam ahead to Balmorra.

But while things for the company were going well, Visari was suffering from a bit of an internal conflict. Nero was dead, he had been for a year. Why then did Visari still feel so mad, so bitter. The only thing he could think of were Nero's words the night the deal was made: his life had been cruel, why shouldn't he make everyone else's the same? At the time Visari though Nero was just trying to convince him to take his training, but now... He wasn't so sure. To be sure, despite the fact that he now was in a position many would long to be in, his life had not been a good one. In fact, everyone that he cared about had died, two by the hand of a man who wanted nothing more than to try to manipulate events from behind the shadows. His own father had even betrayed him, though he had fallen under the influence of Nero. The people that knew Visari thought he was a cold, calmly cruel man, and perhaps a bit bitter. He was all of these for sure, but what he was noticing was that below it all, he was more sorrowful than anything. But sorrow wouldn't help him in his quest to make Netellus Arms great. No, for that he'd have to be hard, and if he had to ruin or even take some lives to get to that point, then so be it.

After two years of preparation the move came. The company purchased a small fleet of freighters in order to move everything that needed to be moved. The new headquarters on Balmorra would be just outside of a small city nestled in between the curve of a river and the foot of snow capped mountains. The factories were located about ten miles to the east, out on a plain. Everything went as planned, and the move went without a hitch. After settling into the new space, Visari turned his attention to expansion. The galaxy was huge, after all, and filled with countless businesses. He wanted Netellus Arms to be one of the greatest, but it would take a lot of work to get there.

He started by doing the same thing that he had done to get the small base he had: a bit of aggressive advertising, some word of mouth, and most importantly, by supplying affordable, reliable products. It went a little slower than he would've liked, but once the company started to gain a bit of traction, things picked up.

And then Netellus Arm's first chief competitor showed up.


Competition Years 46-50
The first signs were when the growth of Netellus Arms started to slow, and then hit a plateau. Visari and his advisors looked into it, and as far as they could tell, there wasn't any drop in customer satisfaction, so the sudden stop in growth was a bit alarming. After some more investigation into the phenomenon, the discovered that another weapons company, a more established one based out of Fondor by the name of Symtech Weapons, was stopping and starting to eat into their expansion. They had a rival to deal with. So be it.

Netellus Arms launched a massive ad campaign against Symtech, and saw some small gains, but nothing on the scale of what was needed. Symtech produced some very good quality weapons for good prices, in addition to having a branch devoted to starship construction, and they knew how to sell their wares very well; it didn't help Visari and his company that they were new to the galactic market and still not very well known. Symtech, on the other hand, was a much more popular brand, and Visari would have to do something to keep Netellus Arms from falling behind. He went to the research division of the company, asking them to try to come up with new ideas. Innovation would be key in this fight, and he provided the engineers with plenty of funding to do their work. After some time, they started to churn out new designs, and the market share for Netellus Arms started to creep upwards. Visari decided to augment this by dropping the price of the most popular older model weapons they sold, and sales skyrocketed, along with the share price for the company. Netellus Arms had the upper hand for the time being.

They held onto their lead for about four years, and in that time, profits for the company exploded upwards, as did their stock prices. Everything was going great; they continued to roll out new models on a regular basis, and kept up the trend of greatly reducing the price of older ones. Netellus Arms was growing to be a quite a popular company, but Symtech wasn't done yet. Symtech launched an ad campaign of their own, and while it had some effect, it wasn't enough to eat into the lead that Visari's company enjoyed. So they too started producing new weapons in the hopes that something would work. But it was too late; Netellus Arms was expanding rapidly, and Symtech would be left behind. There was even talk that Netellus Arms was looking to outright purchase Symtech, and that could not be. In a move of crazed deperation, Symtech quietly put a price on the head of Visari Netellus, and in doing so, sealed their fate.

The assassination attempt came when Visari was out on business in Bin Prime, the capital city of Balmorra. As he was making his way back to his speeder, a shot rang out from the top of a building; there was a bounty hunter after him. The shot just barely missed Visari, and against his wishes, he had to play the role of the frightened CEO, not the one of powerful Dark Jedi. He was ushered into his speeder quickly, but as it was lifting off and getting away, a small charge that the bounty hunter had placed on the back of it detonated, and the speeder was sent spiraling to the ground before bursting into flame. Visari called on the Force to shield him from the blast once the speeder was on the ground, though he had took a mild injury to his right leg. The bounty hunter was captured and killed by the security forces of Bin Prime, though they weren't able to find out who hired him. But Visari knew. He didn't have to interrogate the man that tried to kill him, nor did he need to speak to the higher-ups at Symtech. They were behind it, that much he could tell from the sudden influx of sympathy from executives that had never shown any interest in such things before that day. But that was fine. If they wanted to have things that way, then it would be war.

Takeover Years 51-53
If there was one good thing that came from Symtech's botched assassination attempt, other than Visari's new iron will to crush them, it was that he was able to take advantage of his injury to his leg to finally construct a way to hide his lightsaber. He had a cane constructed by one of his researchers; it was a long, thin one made of polished metal. It had an open compartment towards the top that would be big enough to hide a lightsaber. With some tinkering, he was able to put all of the mechanisms on the inside of it, so that only someone who could use the Force could open it.

Anyway, back to the business part of the story.

After the botched attempt, Visari's mind was made up as to what he would do finally answer the Symtech question: he would take them over, and leave their executives nothing. The CEO, the man who was constantly blubbering sympathy and condolences to him, the man Visari suspected called out the hit, would have to die, and Visari looked forward to killing him himself. The takeover bid started slowly, with Netellus Arms quietly buying Symtech stocks over the course of a few months. By the time they had purchased enough to own five percent of the company, Visari held a conference, announcing that Netellus Arms would be purchasing Symtech. Symtech responded quickly, saying that they were not for sale. Visari then called the Symtech CEO, and informed him that Symtech didn't have a choice in the matter; they would be consumed whether they wanted it or not.

And so the hostile takeover began. A huge ad war between the two companies started, and over time, the ads got fiercer and fiercer, eventually going so far as to target the CEOs of the two companies individually, claiming that the one was a fool and didn't know anything about running a business, and the other would lead his corporation to ruin. As the war of words continued, Netellus Arms continued to buy Symtech stock, and by the time the company reached a twenty percent ownership in Symtech, Symtech started to take more decisive action. They offered any current shareholders that were not Netellus Arms an extremely steep discount to more stock, to get them to buy more and try to fend off the advances of Netellus Arms. It was a success. Stock sales surged, and the percentage of ownership the Netellus Arms had fell. Realizing that buying enough stock to try and get to the point where he'd have enough voting power to change the ownership of the company wasn't going to work, Visari decided to change his methods. He'd have to change the minds of those that already held considerable voting power in Symtech, and he had an idea on just how to do that.

After a few months of positioning, he was able to arrange a meeting with the CEO of Symtech and his board of advisors. He would go alone; his intention wasn't to actually convince them through normal means, but with a bit of blackmail and the Force; but even with the aid of the Force, he would need to proceed very carefully, one wrong step, and his efforts would be wasted. When the meeting was held, he made the argument to the executives that there was nothing for them to lose; if they would stop fighting the acquisition and go along with it, none of them would lose their jobs, and they could finally be apart of a company that was experiencing growth. He pointed out that he was the one taking the risk, after all; Netellus Arms was the company that was growing, and Symtech the one that was losing business. As the meeting dragged on, he used the Force on all of them except the CEO; his fate was sealed. He used it very subtly, not trying to get them to agree with him flat out, but to help to plant the seeds of dissent; infighting amongst the higher-ups would be what he needed, and if enough of them would turn to his side, they could bypass the wishes of the CEO and vote to agree to Visari's terms. But before the meeting was done, Visari used the weapon he had been holding onto for the right time. He informed the CEO that he knew that he had been the one to call out the hit on him, and that the CEO should be grateful that Visari had not called an investigation into the attempt. The CEO's face paled, and when the other executives asked if what Visari said was true, he told them only to look at the man's face.

The meeting was a success, though it would take some time for the fruits of Visari's efforts to come into being. After a few months of continued, fighting, he received a call. The board of executives had decided to allow Symtech to be purchased by Netellus Arms, and together they held enough stock to vote for the decision to be made. From there, it was only a matter of time. The merger was made, and Visari renamed the new company Visari Enterprises. The former CEO of Symtech quit, though Visari hadn't forgotten about him. He paid the man a visit one night, and crushed the life from his body with the Force, telling the man as he died that he was not one to cross.

One huge boon to Visari Enterprises after the acquisition of Symtech was the addition of the shipbuilding division of the company. They owned some of the shipyards over Fondor, and Visari now had them, as well as another outpost. One of the first things Visari did was commission a private ship for himself, The Ballestra. It would be his private sip for business, and as the company grew over the years, it became his own personal headquaters, since because he was often traveling, he didn't spend a lot of time at any of the particular worlds his corporation was stationed on. Another thing he did to prevent the same thing that happened to Symtech from happening to him was add some more stock to his own ownership of the corporation, so that he went from owning forty percent to sixty. An additional twenty percent was spread out among his top five executives, all of whom were directly under his influence either naturally or through the Force.

Conglomerate Years 54-63
With time, Visari Enterprises grew to become a very wealthy, powerful corporation. Business boomed after the acquisition of Symtech, and as the growth of the company continued upwards, the now power-hungry Visari turned his attention to other companies to consume. Most of them were small; he was now searching for companies that had something in particular he wanted, rather than trying to get rid of a competitor as he had done with Symtech. He would acquire other companies that had researchers he wanted, or access to certain resources. Some of them jumped at the opportunity to be a part of a corporation that was expanding so quickly, but others wanted to fight as Symtech did. But when Visari had his eyes set on a target, he wouldn't stop shot of getting what he wanted. If they could not be convinced, then assassinations would happen, or the planting of evidence to make it look like the company had done something wrong when they had not; anything to get what he wanted. He grew more and more ruthless, promising CEOs of companies that refused to join willfully that they wouldn't be fired; he kept his word on that, and usually killed them instead, or called a bounty hunter to have them killed. Nothing would stand in his way.

When he was 59, a small droid producing company by the name of Galactic Droids came to Visari Enterprises, seeking a buyer. They had fallen on hard times, and they were desperately looking for a buyer to save them. After some investigation into what he company had to offer, Visari and his board of executives decided that there could be some potential in taking on the struggling company. In return, Galactic Droids offered themselves at a steeply discounted price, thankful to have a savior. The acquisition was one of the best Visari Enterprises ever made. Galactic Droids had some great designs, and now that they had proper funding and resources, they were able to start cranking out some truly amazing work. Over time, they grew to be the second most valuable branch of Visari Enterprises, after the weapons branch. Their CEO was very cooperative, and a big help; so much so that he earned a place on Visari's board of executives.

That was the last major acquisition Visari Enterprises made, and now the company is poised to push to the forefront t as one of the leading corporations in the galaxy. It's been a marked change in living for Visari Netellus, who has gone from a life of living in between tragedies, to being on the path to becoming one of the most influential businessmen in the galaxy, not to mention a powerful Dark Jedi. Now he spends his time looking for potential business partners, to take Visari Enterprises to the next level.


RP Sample
Visari walked among the graves of his family, on a rare visit back to Panatha. This was the place were he had fought Nero to kill him, and there were still scars on some of the gravestones from that battle. He made his way up to Nevak Hill, a place of peace for him when he was troubled, or when he wasn't troubled, just a favorite place for him to think. It had always been that way since he was a small boy. Now he was merely reflecting as he spent time waiting for the preparations for The Ballestra to be off were completed. Things have changed so much since then, he thought, almost remorsefully. Nevak had been a kind man, and tried to instill kindness into Visari when he was still a boy. I wonder what he'd think of me today... It makes no matter. What's done is done and nothing will change that.

He turned on his heel, his cape swirling out behind him, and made his way back down the hill towards the buildings of the Visari Research Division of Visari Enterprises. As he was walking, a disturbance in the Force made him stop; someone was following him. Someone that had no right to be following him. He stopped, sighing deeply and tapped the metal cane that held his lightsaber against the soft dirt of the ground. An assassination attempt, perhaps. They weren't anything new to him, because he had made a great deal of enemies during his time as CEO of Visari Enterprises. If it wasn't someone out to kill him, he'd soon know what it was they wanted.

"Alright, come on out. Show yourself and stop wasting my time. I've got things that need doing, and if you're going to keep hiding, we're going to have problems." There was the sound of movement, but no one emerged to show themself. "Well, if you're going to make this difficult, then so be it." He turned to where he felt the presence coming from and started walking in it's direction. As he drew closer, a blaster bolt shot out from a bush, flying for his head. Visari knocked it aside almost lazily with a flick of his wrist; the Force Deflection power that his first master taught him had come to be a very useful ability indeed. "Come now, you'll have to do better than that," he sneered, contempt evident in his voice.

Suddenly, a Gran jumped out, of the bushes and screamed something at Visari, though Visari wasn't paying attention to his words. The gran wore a light suit of armor, and had a blaster rifle slung across his back, along with a blaster pistol in his right hand and a frag grenade in his left. He had a vibrosword hanging from the left side of his hip. Visari lifted an eyebrow at the grenade and leaned on his cane a bit, as if having a casual conversation with the Gran. "Well, i have to say, I've never had a Gran sent after me. I'm honored." He made a short bow. "But what, my friend do you intend to do with that?" he pointed toward the grenade with the end of his cane, as he said that.

"DIE!!" the Gran screamed, and hurled the grenade at Visari. Visari actually rolled his eyes, and caught the grenade with the Force and flung it away to watch it explode harmlessly. "So is this what people send after me now? I must say, if this is the best they could send, then I weep for the state of the assassination business today."

The Gran growled some other incoherent insult at Visari rushed him, drawing the vibrosword and swing it a Visari. Visari only shook his head and muttered "Fool." He blocked the swing with the metal cane, and swung in a counterattack, feinting high and then swinging low to hit the Gran's left knee. The Gran stumbled, and Visari struck again, this time aiming for the Gran's head with horizontal strike with all of his strength behind it. There was a satisfying craaaack when the blow hit, the Gran fell to the ground, unconscious. Visari bent over and picked up the blaster pistol the Gran had and fired a few shots into the Gran's face. He tossed the pistol back to the ground and continued along as if nothing had happened.

When he got inside, one of his men rushed to meet him. "Sir, is everything okay? The Ballestra has been ready and is waiting on you."

"No, no," Visari said casually as he kept walking. "There was just a... distraction. Some fool of a bounty hunter that thought he could kill me. Have someone dispose of the body, will you?"

"Yes sir, of course," the man said, though his facial expression said he was a bit bewildered by Visari's apparent apathy to having someone just try to kill him.

"Good man," Visari said, and kept walking.

[Rugs]

Alright, he's done. Have at him.

[Dutch]

Ok Mats, let's do this.

Yes, if you want to make an initiate, you can either have them recruited in your bio, or have it rp'd out.

Forms:

Your Lightsaber forms look perfect, maybe a point lower in one of your non Shii-Cho forms.

Force Abilities:

Once more, looks fine to me, the 8's and 7's should be explained well in the bio, but if they are this is fine.

A Force Skill is any specialized skill that is gained either through special training, natural gift, etc. it's not a normal skill for Jedi/ Sith to learn. Also, any one skill takes a lot of explaining, so 3... well, it better be in there, and you might have to choose only one or two of said abilities.

Attributes:

Look good for a master level char I'd say, just remember anything over a 7 needs to be explained in the bio.

I'd say you did just fine there Mats, I'll leave the Bio to Jace cause I'm a jerk, and from there, you should be good.

[Rugs]

Ok. I can drop Force Deflection if needed. Crush I'd like to hold on to, since it's explained throughout the bio, and I think Concealment is vital to the character. I'll see what Jace says about it and go from there. Although, if I do end up dropping Deflection, I'll probably drop his protection skill a tad, since that's where the 7 stems from.


Edit: Also, I think I'll RP out him finding out about/becoming a Sith with Karl.

[Jace]

good stuff, I liked it very much.

<Approved>

[Rugs]

Update note: Added in an outfit with some armor for when it's time to get dangerous

[Squee]

Approved Stats:

Practiced Lightsaber forms:

Shii-Cho: 5
Makashi: N/A
Soresu: 5
Ataru: N/A
Shien / Djem So:/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded: N/A
Niman: 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: N/A
Juyo: N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A

Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 7
Telepathic: 8
Body: 4
Sense: 6
Protection: 7
Healing: 2
Destruction: 7


Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection
Force Concealment
Force Crush

Attributes:

Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 6
Leadership: 8

Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3

Force Attunement:-5

[Rugs]

Alright, I've not really had the will or interest to play this guy for the longest time. Nothing's really changed, so for now, I'm requesting inactivation. Maybe I'll pick him back up later.