Post by Jace on Sept 15, 2011 11:56:49 GMT -5
Name:'Baron' Melchior Mendelev
Race:Human
Age:55
Height:5'10
Weight:145 pounds
Appearance:
Personality:
Melchior is an aristocrat despite his early years growing up in an orphanage. He is confident in his abilities though not to the point of blind arrogance. He often used to be looked down upon for his obscure birth by his peers but after his achievements their dislike is now rooted in jealousy. Melchior's intelligence combined with his talent for telepathy makes him a formidable opponent. He has used both to work his way into the trust of the Sith Empire, and to avoid what he considers unnecessary battles.
His inability to speak does not detract from his ability to lead. In fact, more people are drawn to him because of the trials he has gone through. His age, experience, and talent in the Force gives Melchior a powerful presence. Some follow him in awe, others because they believe in his vision, and some for personal benefit. Of course, he has gained many enemies over the years for the same reason. Melchior is a pragmatic man, and by no means is considered good yet he isn't the bane of the world either. He is loyal to the most part to those who follow him, a belief he inherited from his father. Logically he understands that sacrifices are necessary but that isn't to say he doesn't regret the fact either.
Melchior's true goal is the purging of the Sith Empire of corruption. After learning that his father was killed by a conglomerate of Sith aristocrats, he has strove to achieve this goal. At first he desired only to achieve revenge yet his belief slowly changed to an almost fervent need to cleanse the Empire. Most accurately though, Melchior can be said to be driven by ideal, revenge, and plain ambition. He has slowly worked his way up the ladder of the Sith Empire, patience is a virtue after all.
He has a great appreciation for the arts. It isn't unusual for an aristocrat to be a patron of the arts but he does so as a personal choice not as a societal expectation. He finds the arts provide an aesthetic beauty that he lacks in his darker life. As such, he will often go to great lengths to acquire certain pieces of art. Melchior even writes his own poetry occasionally, much to Faustus' dislike.
Birth place:Bastion
Faction:Dark Jedi
Rank:Master
Bio:
Youth Gone Wild
Growing up without parents isn’t exactly an experience that could be defined as easy. Of course Melchior’s parents wouldn’t know anything about that. Both of his parents were children of relatively wealthy aristocrats. They had met at university, got drunk one night, and hit it off. They also happened to be from two families that didn’t think to two highly of each other. It went without saying then that they wouldn’t be able to get permission from their parents. Young and all caught up in that thing called love, they decided to run off and get married.
Surprisingly, things went much better than they expected even though they had been ostracized from their families. Nine months later, Melchior came into the world and everything went downhill from there. Melchior’s father lost his job, and his mother was simply not ready to handle the caring of a child. The couple suddenly found themselves wishing they had all the comforts of an aristocratic life. They believed that their parents would take them back in, but definitely not if they had a child. Melchior’s father was reluctant but their growing poverty forced him into action. Thus only a few months after his birth, Melchior found himself at the steps of an orphanage.
A Pit Stop
The orphanage didn’t have much choice but to take the baby in, whom, all things considered was in relatively good health. They knew nothing about the boy though, not even his name. It was the main matron who gave him the name Melchior. There was nothing overly unusual about Melchior, and as the years passed, he managed to get along well with the other orphans. Things changed slightly as he approached the age of five in the form of a few odd occurrences. It was nothing major, and couldn’t necessarily be tied to Melchior himself. He later learned that they were minor displays of his Force sensitivity.
Melchior’s fortune and life was completely turned upside down only a few days before his birthday, or rather what had been decided as his birthday. One day they were told to make the orphanage as clean as possible, and wear their best clothes. All Melchior could gather was that someone important was coming to the orphanage. He soon learned that it was Marshall Hague, the man who actually owned the orphanage. Melchior had never seen or heard of the man before in his five years at the orphanage.
The young boy found himself completely in awe of the man who owned the orphanage. It wasn’t because he was well dressed or spoke in a refined manner, but it was something else. Something that Melchior had a very hard time explaining. Melchior couldn’t understand how the other orphans didn’t feel what he was experiencing. One can imagine the boy’s surprise when Marshall asked to speak to him. He told Andre that he held a special ability, the ability to use the Force. Melchior didn’t understand much of the older man was telling him, but there was one thing he did. Marshall wanted to adopt Melchior, and though he could barely register the idea, the boy was more than happy to accept.
Home Sweet Home
Marshall’s estate was like nothing the boy had ever set his eyes on. Though Marshall was a relatively minor aristocrat, his lands were still expansive. For a boy who had only known a small orphanage as home, he was struggling to comprehend the fact that this is where he would be living from now on. Aside from the fact that he apparently had some ‘unusual’ power, Melchior couldn’t understand why Marshall would adopt him. It wasn’t until later that he learned that Marshall had just about everything except a son.
Melchior wasn’t really given any time to acclimate himself to his surroundings, and was immediately thrust into learning. A private teacher came to the estate everyday and taught him during the day and then there was the evening training. Marshall began to explain the Force, its universal influence, and that there were those who had the ability to manipulate it. The boy was still young and had trouble grasping the abstract concepts that his adoptive father was teaching. Still, they continued on day after day, and year after year.
A little more than ten years had passed since Melchior had arrived at the Mendelev estate. Melchior led a rather sheltered life, unable to the leave the estate. His master left to attend to business but there was something preventing him from letting his adopted son go out into the world. The years had also rather defined their relationship as both father/son and master/apprentice. Marshall was not a man who displayed outward compassion but Melchior learned that his father had his own ways of showing his feelings. There was thus a definite distance in their relationship, but it almost seemed as if it was one of necessity rather than choice.
They had not been unproductive years though, and Melchior was developing into a rather brilliant individual. His understanding of the Force was growing daily, and it was beginning to become clear where his aptitude laid. According to Marshall, his apprentice had demonstrated quite an exceptional grasp of telepathy. It was also clear though that lightsaber combat was not his strongest suit. Though he was progressing decently in his learning of Shii-Cho, it did not come easy to him. Still, his growing grasp of telepathy complimented by his sharp mind, was molding him into someone quite formidable.
Melchior was now closing in on his 15th year since he had been taken from the orphanage. As the years passed, his training had become more intense and more technical. Marshall was giving him extensive lessons to help hone his telepathic talents. His master also saw fit to begin teaching him a unique skill to help disable his opponents. The skill focused on disturbing a person’s balance which would result in incapacitation. He explained that it was the perfect skill for Melchior due to his lack of lightsaber prowess. It was also a rather non violent way of incapacitating a person, a much more refined method than using a lightsaber.
Midnight Raid
Up to this point, Melchior had experienced a relatively sheltered but peaceful life. His training was grueling but he was completely satisfied with his life. Then late one night, the 22 year old adoptee suddenly found himself in a fight for his life. He awoke in the middle of the night with a vague sense of foreboding. As he shook off his drowsiness, Melchior suddenly realized numerous presences approaching the mansion. His first reaction was to find his father and then decide what to do from there. There was one problem; Marshall was out of town on business, which meant it was up to Melchior to hold off the invaders.
It didn’t take him long to realize that they had not come for his father, but for him. The invaders seemed to consist of soldiers, dressed in what he would later learn was that of the Republic military. He sensed another presence which bothered him, but fighting off highly trained soldiers didn’t give him much time for further thought. Though he only just recently mastered Shii-Cho, and had a minimum knowledge of Soresu, things were turning in his favor. His telepathy combined with his intimate knowledge of the premises, gave him the advantage.
Melchior finally watched as the soldiers retreated, wary, but he believed that he had won. Then he was set upon by another opponent he had not expected. The man wore a brown robe, wielded a lightsaber, and had skills much beyond Melchior. The obvious conclusion that the young man came to was that his opponent was a Jedi. He attempted to utilize whatever he had learned, but nothing was working, the other man was just too powerful. Melchior was soon disarmed and left at the mercy of his attacker. He was determined to go out with as much dignity as he could muster, but instead of killing him, he was dealt a blow to the head, sending him into unconsciousness.
He woke up in a decent amount of pain, most of it originating in his head. There was something worse than the pain, a strange and terrible feeling, as if he had been disconnected from the world. Melchior looked around and realized he was in a cage, and it didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t just any cage. He attempted to send his consciousness out, possibly to latch onto a mind and gain some sort of information. Yet for hour after hour he did not succeed, and eventually gave up. He could occasionally hear muted voices outside the door, but no one ever actually came in. For a person who had always relied on information, he had none, and was beginning to lose hope.
Melchior had no idea how much time had passed, he would fade in and out of consciousness regularly. His captors had still not provided him with any sort of food or nourishment. Thus he was slow to react when he heard yelling outside, followed by scattered screams. Then there was a painfully long silence before the door to his room finally opened. Instead of one of his captors stepping through the doorway, it was his father. Marshall had the same stoic face that he always maintained, but once Melchior was out from the cage, he could sense a subtle rage behind the calm exterior. As Melchior was led through the halls, he passed the many bodies of his captors. Marshall had said nothing about who they were, and how he had found his apprentice.
He questioned his father, but got no answer but silence. Melchior could tell something was wrong; there was definitely something that was bothering his master. Finally they had found the exit to the complex, and there Melchior encountered the only other living person, though just barely. Marshall was shuffling him out but Melchior managed to glean one thing from the dying man’s mind, his name. A name that would prove essential in deciding the young man’s future.
Lightsaber:Standard hilt/Single phase
Color:Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-5
Makashi-5
Soresu-3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic:6
Telepathic:9
Body:4
Sense: 7
Protection:3
Healing:1
Destruction:3
Specialized Skills:
Malachi
Force Illusion
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:3
Ranged Weapons:3
Force Attunement:-4
RP Sample:
Race:Human
Age:55
Height:5'10
Weight:145 pounds
Appearance:
Personality:
Melchior is an aristocrat despite his early years growing up in an orphanage. He is confident in his abilities though not to the point of blind arrogance. He often used to be looked down upon for his obscure birth by his peers but after his achievements their dislike is now rooted in jealousy. Melchior's intelligence combined with his talent for telepathy makes him a formidable opponent. He has used both to work his way into the trust of the Sith Empire, and to avoid what he considers unnecessary battles.
His inability to speak does not detract from his ability to lead. In fact, more people are drawn to him because of the trials he has gone through. His age, experience, and talent in the Force gives Melchior a powerful presence. Some follow him in awe, others because they believe in his vision, and some for personal benefit. Of course, he has gained many enemies over the years for the same reason. Melchior is a pragmatic man, and by no means is considered good yet he isn't the bane of the world either. He is loyal to the most part to those who follow him, a belief he inherited from his father. Logically he understands that sacrifices are necessary but that isn't to say he doesn't regret the fact either.
Melchior's true goal is the purging of the Sith Empire of corruption. After learning that his father was killed by a conglomerate of Sith aristocrats, he has strove to achieve this goal. At first he desired only to achieve revenge yet his belief slowly changed to an almost fervent need to cleanse the Empire. Most accurately though, Melchior can be said to be driven by ideal, revenge, and plain ambition. He has slowly worked his way up the ladder of the Sith Empire, patience is a virtue after all.
He has a great appreciation for the arts. It isn't unusual for an aristocrat to be a patron of the arts but he does so as a personal choice not as a societal expectation. He finds the arts provide an aesthetic beauty that he lacks in his darker life. As such, he will often go to great lengths to acquire certain pieces of art. Melchior even writes his own poetry occasionally, much to Faustus' dislike.
Birth place:Bastion
Faction:Dark Jedi
Rank:Master
Bio:
Youth Gone Wild
Growing up without parents isn’t exactly an experience that could be defined as easy. Of course Melchior’s parents wouldn’t know anything about that. Both of his parents were children of relatively wealthy aristocrats. They had met at university, got drunk one night, and hit it off. They also happened to be from two families that didn’t think to two highly of each other. It went without saying then that they wouldn’t be able to get permission from their parents. Young and all caught up in that thing called love, they decided to run off and get married.
Surprisingly, things went much better than they expected even though they had been ostracized from their families. Nine months later, Melchior came into the world and everything went downhill from there. Melchior’s father lost his job, and his mother was simply not ready to handle the caring of a child. The couple suddenly found themselves wishing they had all the comforts of an aristocratic life. They believed that their parents would take them back in, but definitely not if they had a child. Melchior’s father was reluctant but their growing poverty forced him into action. Thus only a few months after his birth, Melchior found himself at the steps of an orphanage.
A Pit Stop
The orphanage didn’t have much choice but to take the baby in, whom, all things considered was in relatively good health. They knew nothing about the boy though, not even his name. It was the main matron who gave him the name Melchior. There was nothing overly unusual about Melchior, and as the years passed, he managed to get along well with the other orphans. Things changed slightly as he approached the age of five in the form of a few odd occurrences. It was nothing major, and couldn’t necessarily be tied to Melchior himself. He later learned that they were minor displays of his Force sensitivity.
Melchior’s fortune and life was completely turned upside down only a few days before his birthday, or rather what had been decided as his birthday. One day they were told to make the orphanage as clean as possible, and wear their best clothes. All Melchior could gather was that someone important was coming to the orphanage. He soon learned that it was Marshall Hague, the man who actually owned the orphanage. Melchior had never seen or heard of the man before in his five years at the orphanage.
The young boy found himself completely in awe of the man who owned the orphanage. It wasn’t because he was well dressed or spoke in a refined manner, but it was something else. Something that Melchior had a very hard time explaining. Melchior couldn’t understand how the other orphans didn’t feel what he was experiencing. One can imagine the boy’s surprise when Marshall asked to speak to him. He told Andre that he held a special ability, the ability to use the Force. Melchior didn’t understand much of the older man was telling him, but there was one thing he did. Marshall wanted to adopt Melchior, and though he could barely register the idea, the boy was more than happy to accept.
Home Sweet Home
Marshall’s estate was like nothing the boy had ever set his eyes on. Though Marshall was a relatively minor aristocrat, his lands were still expansive. For a boy who had only known a small orphanage as home, he was struggling to comprehend the fact that this is where he would be living from now on. Aside from the fact that he apparently had some ‘unusual’ power, Melchior couldn’t understand why Marshall would adopt him. It wasn’t until later that he learned that Marshall had just about everything except a son.
Melchior wasn’t really given any time to acclimate himself to his surroundings, and was immediately thrust into learning. A private teacher came to the estate everyday and taught him during the day and then there was the evening training. Marshall began to explain the Force, its universal influence, and that there were those who had the ability to manipulate it. The boy was still young and had trouble grasping the abstract concepts that his adoptive father was teaching. Still, they continued on day after day, and year after year.
A little more than ten years had passed since Melchior had arrived at the Mendelev estate. Melchior led a rather sheltered life, unable to the leave the estate. His master left to attend to business but there was something preventing him from letting his adopted son go out into the world. The years had also rather defined their relationship as both father/son and master/apprentice. Marshall was not a man who displayed outward compassion but Melchior learned that his father had his own ways of showing his feelings. There was thus a definite distance in their relationship, but it almost seemed as if it was one of necessity rather than choice.
They had not been unproductive years though, and Melchior was developing into a rather brilliant individual. His understanding of the Force was growing daily, and it was beginning to become clear where his aptitude laid. According to Marshall, his apprentice had demonstrated quite an exceptional grasp of telepathy. It was also clear though that lightsaber combat was not his strongest suit. Though he was progressing decently in his learning of Shii-Cho, it did not come easy to him. Still, his growing grasp of telepathy complimented by his sharp mind, was molding him into someone quite formidable.
Melchior was now closing in on his 15th year since he had been taken from the orphanage. As the years passed, his training had become more intense and more technical. Marshall was giving him extensive lessons to help hone his telepathic talents. His master also saw fit to begin teaching him a unique skill to help disable his opponents. The skill focused on disturbing a person’s balance which would result in incapacitation. He explained that it was the perfect skill for Melchior due to his lack of lightsaber prowess. It was also a rather non violent way of incapacitating a person, a much more refined method than using a lightsaber.
Midnight Raid
Up to this point, Melchior had experienced a relatively sheltered but peaceful life. His training was grueling but he was completely satisfied with his life. Then late one night, the 22 year old adoptee suddenly found himself in a fight for his life. He awoke in the middle of the night with a vague sense of foreboding. As he shook off his drowsiness, Melchior suddenly realized numerous presences approaching the mansion. His first reaction was to find his father and then decide what to do from there. There was one problem; Marshall was out of town on business, which meant it was up to Melchior to hold off the invaders.
It didn’t take him long to realize that they had not come for his father, but for him. The invaders seemed to consist of soldiers, dressed in what he would later learn was that of the Republic military. He sensed another presence which bothered him, but fighting off highly trained soldiers didn’t give him much time for further thought. Though he only just recently mastered Shii-Cho, and had a minimum knowledge of Soresu, things were turning in his favor. His telepathy combined with his intimate knowledge of the premises, gave him the advantage.
Melchior finally watched as the soldiers retreated, wary, but he believed that he had won. Then he was set upon by another opponent he had not expected. The man wore a brown robe, wielded a lightsaber, and had skills much beyond Melchior. The obvious conclusion that the young man came to was that his opponent was a Jedi. He attempted to utilize whatever he had learned, but nothing was working, the other man was just too powerful. Melchior was soon disarmed and left at the mercy of his attacker. He was determined to go out with as much dignity as he could muster, but instead of killing him, he was dealt a blow to the head, sending him into unconsciousness.
To Die, To Sleep, No More
He woke up in a decent amount of pain, most of it originating in his head. There was something worse than the pain, a strange and terrible feeling, as if he had been disconnected from the world. Melchior looked around and realized he was in a cage, and it didn’t take him long to realize it wasn’t just any cage. He attempted to send his consciousness out, possibly to latch onto a mind and gain some sort of information. Yet for hour after hour he did not succeed, and eventually gave up. He could occasionally hear muted voices outside the door, but no one ever actually came in. For a person who had always relied on information, he had none, and was beginning to lose hope.
Melchior had no idea how much time had passed, he would fade in and out of consciousness regularly. His captors had still not provided him with any sort of food or nourishment. Thus he was slow to react when he heard yelling outside, followed by scattered screams. Then there was a painfully long silence before the door to his room finally opened. Instead of one of his captors stepping through the doorway, it was his father. Marshall had the same stoic face that he always maintained, but once Melchior was out from the cage, he could sense a subtle rage behind the calm exterior. As Melchior was led through the halls, he passed the many bodies of his captors. Marshall had said nothing about who they were, and how he had found his apprentice.
He questioned his father, but got no answer but silence. Melchior could tell something was wrong; there was definitely something that was bothering his master. Finally they had found the exit to the complex, and there Melchior encountered the only other living person, though just barely. Marshall was shuffling him out but Melchior managed to glean one thing from the dying man’s mind, his name. A name that would prove essential in deciding the young man’s future.
Lightsaber:Standard hilt/Single phase
Color:Blue
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho-5
Makashi-5
Soresu-3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic:6
Telepathic:9
Body:4
Sense: 7
Protection:3
Healing:1
Destruction:3
Specialized Skills:
Malachi
Force Illusion
Attributes:
Physical Strength:5
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons:3
Ranged Weapons:3
Force Attunement:-4
RP Sample: