Post by jaker on Apr 8, 2011 14:29:05 GMT -5
Name:Venat Sailoh
Race: Kaleesh
Age: 30
Height:5 ft 5
Weight: 209 lbs
Appearance:
Being a typical earth red with scaly skin to boot, the usual features of course along with two tusks protruding from his top jaw. Whilst his eyes are the usual yellow as most of his race, but, his eyes burn with unnerving insanity and sadistic thoughts. His body is covered in scars from when he has moments that are beyond his control. Also, he wears the tradition Kaleesh warrior outfit mixed with a dark jedi robe.
Personality: He is schizophrenic, neurotic and psychotic, a lovely bundle of love aye? He will suddenly burst out into fits of roaring and screaming while throwing people and objects into walls or just plain breaking them. Meaning duels with him can be unpredictable and very very dangerous.
Birth place:
Kalee
Faction: Dark jedi
Rank:Marauder
Bio:
Being a child of the planet Kalee, he was trained to be a skilled warrior at a very young age. Going through harsh training regimes at the time he could walk, and having disciplinary actions against his failures which were even harsher. This harsh bringing up took a toll on the young Kaleesh's mind, causing complications and corruption due to his, different thought process. He had a problem coping with anything at all, usually approaching it violently with great ferocity. As said before, this was due to his father's brutal raising of the boy, telling him he was a mistake and a waste of spawn for being such a lowly insect that cannot fight properly. One example of this is when he was five and he was eating with the other children after a long difficult day of practice duels and the such. Everything was perfectly fine until of the others got the last tasty piece of meat, leaving the more blander wheat produce of mush, the other children sighed and sulked about it before half heartedly tucking into the rest of their, not so pleasant meal. But for Venat? He couldn't see why he didn't get it, he couldn't accept it and it made his body shake as he couldn't understand or take it at all, angry over nothing? Not for him, this was important and he wanted it badly. Which in the end, resulted in him hurling across the table and clutching the other male child by the throat until he choked up the meat so Venat could have it, then punching the boy in the face a couple of times for good measure. Though this showed great combat potential, his father scorned him for being angry over something so stupid before putting him in a box for a few days to 'contain' his spiteful anger.
Many incidents had happened, similar to that day and all have been shrugged off with the boy being punished and ignored, only for it to happen all over again and causing great trauma for most who grew up with him, considering him an unstable freak. Many people who were sparring with him ended up with broken bones and deep lacerations from Venat's teeth as he went too far, not being able to stop, he didn't know what stop even meant in those moments. In the end, they eventually did draw the line when it came to one his most horrific break downs noted by his tribe... he was around sixteen when a female decided to make 'advances' on him, attracted by the danger that hung over him like a blood red gown, she went up close to him one night, running her fingers down his scarred body with a devilish smile that made Venat feel strange and flustered, never been given such affection before nor ever feeling what he was feel, it confused and aggravated him incredibly, to point where in his mind something summed up that she was obviously trying to kill him and, unsurprisingly, reacted violently. Leaving the female with several broken bones and lacerations from where the young Kaleesh had beaten and ripped at her with a knife. His tribe found the act horrific, unforgivable and deem him to be too dangerous to be kept with in the village in the risk that he may kill more of the precious lives that were needed to keep the village continuing through the generations. And so, they exiled him to live in the cruel wilderness, with the hopes that he will die with some small shred of honor fending off the beasts that lurked those lonely lands with no 'civilized' being to be seen.
Of course, beasts wasn't the only thing he found out in the lonesome wilds. When he was wrestling with some small predator over a rotten carcass that head been left to decay in the heat, he discovered strange people with darkness shrouding their beings watching him with much amusement of his desperation for food that he'd fight over festering flesh that was days old. It turned out this was a group of dark jedi's looking for new recruits to their sect, and heard of the fearsome people of Kalee who were born to fight and hunt. And this particular Kaleesh had something rare compared to others of his kind, a gift of sorts that only a minority in the galaxy had, the sensitivity of the force. Venat was indeed confused by these strange people and their deep interest with him, thus followed by him holding his head firmly andbecoming angry with this complicated situation that seemed to arouse out of no where , 'defend yourself worm, you'll never be a warrior' snapped in his mind, causing him to react with a sudden leap and an attempt to lash out at one of the dark jedis with his rigged sword, but only to be knock out by a rock cracking across his skul, resulting in him being limp on the floor
When he awoke, he was in a strange temple surrounded by people who were deemed as 'hopefuls' and neophytes. Venat looked around in confusion, jumping to his feet and glaring at the others, his eyes dart around like two small torches flickering in the dimly lighted room that they were residing in. At the door, familiar silhouettes were discussing things to each over whilst looking over the small group of people hoping to know the ways of the darkside, though there were some who dreaded the though and would soon die if they did not comply with the teachings. Venat growled and dove at the spectators, only to be whipped back by chains clasping his arms whilst they linked the to cracking floor.
It took many days before Venat calmed down, all it took was a promise of power and strength if he followed the teachings. Of course, he was still resilient due to the training was on the same lines as the one he received as a child, bringing harsh memories and a disowning father who was more focused on his half brothers born through his many wives. The anger though, drove Venat on with no remorse for his fellow students deaths and suffering but rather was more concerned at becoming stronger, though he had a while yet as he needed a master.
This was simple, he had to prove himself in some sort of way to show great potential. This was done by a duel of sorts, where four of the students would fight each over till the others can't fight or are dead, this may of been brutal but was also very effective in bringing out the more stronger of students. Each was given a saber and stood at the corners of the combat area. Venat glared at the other three, "ENGAGE", the training master's voice ripped the veil of silence and the scratching sounds of the weapons echoed through the halls. Venat dodged, blocked and rolled, trying to avoid the deadly swipes as best as he could. He heard one of the combatants scream as the unfortunate was slashed a across the neck by a nimble sweep of the bleed. His attention was turned as a gleam of red flicked in the corner of his eye, he panicked, voices were shouting at him in his mind and he lost. He grabbed the foe's arm and sliced down hard with his glowing blade, leaving the forearm of the student in Venat's firm grip. The Kaleesh screamed while stumbling about, throwing the arm on the floor and swing both of the sabers about, slicing the walls, torches and anyone who got in his way. The student with both hands intact slashed Venat across the back which didn't really entice Venat's anger at all, the crazed warrior slung back limply with his saber and catching the student in face, causing him to stumble and trip onto the floor whilst holding his inflicted area in great pain. The Kaleesh chucked the spare saber in a random direction before falling to his knee's, muttering and cursing through his teeth about things that weren't actually going on.
After this, he was finally chosen to be an Acolyte for one of the more, ambitious masters. He wasn't afraid of Venat's unpredictable and deadly nature that came from his insanity, this was a useful trait as Venat wouldn't show remorse or mercy towards his foes. This master was refined also. Teaching the Kaleesh how to use grace in his attacks whilst combining it with the ferocity of his angry slashes and stabs. At first, Venat was resentful as usual but came round more and more as his master showed him how useful it was for killing the opponent with great ease. This was mainly the craft of the curved light saber, which was more of a single bladed technique though Venat preferred a flurry of two so he also use a standard saber, give a variety from each blade slash to confuse the enemy during duels.
While perfecting his saber skills, his master also taught to use the force. Mainly focusing on his telekinetic ability to throw an enemy off track with a projectile or just simply crush them with a heavy object, he also wanted to improve Venat's speed and other similar skills, even though Venat was naturally strong and speedy thanks to his race's birth given traits and the warrior training he had received at a young age. He trained hard, with whatever warrior spirit he had within him and worked heavily on perfecting his abilities and still does to this very day.
He was sixteen when they found him and with fourteen years of hard, tireless training.... and many injuries inflicted on his trainers and fellow students. He climbed to the rank of marauder thanks to his ferocity and speed in combat that was only matched by the lack of remorse he had when decapitating his opponents and punishing the weak for their mistakes.
Once reaching his rank of marauder, the hierarchy of his cult decided to lengthen his leash a little more by sending him into missions and battles that required relentless strikes that could take on crowds of enemies that would try to outrun them. Venat would literally dive into the group screaming and turn his sabers on in the thick of the crowd, piercing through anyone too close before he slashed, chopped and stabbed, high and low, taking out foes during all the confusion that was amidst. The bloodshed wouldn't usually help with his, issues, which would send him into an unpredictable machine that hurtled itself with no concerns of it's well being.
Lightsaber:
One standard light saber
One curved light saber
Color: The usual red.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho -5
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru 5
Shien / Djem So 5
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo 3
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
A chair flew into a wall with great force and it's integrity seemed non-existent as it fell to pieces and fell to the cold, hard floor. Venat's eyes were bewildered like two moons set a blaze in an icy fire, as he glared around his room while breathing heavily like something was stealing his breath. He screamed before lobbing the table to the other side of the room and stamped on the books that had been laying on the table but now on the floor. He shook his head helplessly before cursing and punching through the window while roaring angrily. Two warriors in dark robes watched him as if this was a normal day, which it was. Venat had the tendency to break down and break everything that he could reach for, thus why they kept their distance from him but spectated him with much amusement.
Though Venat was not a stable being, he was certainly a powerful and destructive one that was most valued by his comrades and piers, as he had great affect in battles by striking fear into any soldier or young jedi who had to confront his fury and lack of remorse whilst being armed with deadly light sabers.
Race: Kaleesh
Age: 30
Height:5 ft 5
Weight: 209 lbs
Appearance:
Being a typical earth red with scaly skin to boot, the usual features of course along with two tusks protruding from his top jaw. Whilst his eyes are the usual yellow as most of his race, but, his eyes burn with unnerving insanity and sadistic thoughts. His body is covered in scars from when he has moments that are beyond his control. Also, he wears the tradition Kaleesh warrior outfit mixed with a dark jedi robe.
Personality: He is schizophrenic, neurotic and psychotic, a lovely bundle of love aye? He will suddenly burst out into fits of roaring and screaming while throwing people and objects into walls or just plain breaking them. Meaning duels with him can be unpredictable and very very dangerous.
Birth place:
Kalee
Faction: Dark jedi
Rank:Marauder
Bio:
Being a child of the planet Kalee, he was trained to be a skilled warrior at a very young age. Going through harsh training regimes at the time he could walk, and having disciplinary actions against his failures which were even harsher. This harsh bringing up took a toll on the young Kaleesh's mind, causing complications and corruption due to his, different thought process. He had a problem coping with anything at all, usually approaching it violently with great ferocity. As said before, this was due to his father's brutal raising of the boy, telling him he was a mistake and a waste of spawn for being such a lowly insect that cannot fight properly. One example of this is when he was five and he was eating with the other children after a long difficult day of practice duels and the such. Everything was perfectly fine until of the others got the last tasty piece of meat, leaving the more blander wheat produce of mush, the other children sighed and sulked about it before half heartedly tucking into the rest of their, not so pleasant meal. But for Venat? He couldn't see why he didn't get it, he couldn't accept it and it made his body shake as he couldn't understand or take it at all, angry over nothing? Not for him, this was important and he wanted it badly. Which in the end, resulted in him hurling across the table and clutching the other male child by the throat until he choked up the meat so Venat could have it, then punching the boy in the face a couple of times for good measure. Though this showed great combat potential, his father scorned him for being angry over something so stupid before putting him in a box for a few days to 'contain' his spiteful anger.
Many incidents had happened, similar to that day and all have been shrugged off with the boy being punished and ignored, only for it to happen all over again and causing great trauma for most who grew up with him, considering him an unstable freak. Many people who were sparring with him ended up with broken bones and deep lacerations from Venat's teeth as he went too far, not being able to stop, he didn't know what stop even meant in those moments. In the end, they eventually did draw the line when it came to one his most horrific break downs noted by his tribe... he was around sixteen when a female decided to make 'advances' on him, attracted by the danger that hung over him like a blood red gown, she went up close to him one night, running her fingers down his scarred body with a devilish smile that made Venat feel strange and flustered, never been given such affection before nor ever feeling what he was feel, it confused and aggravated him incredibly, to point where in his mind something summed up that she was obviously trying to kill him and, unsurprisingly, reacted violently. Leaving the female with several broken bones and lacerations from where the young Kaleesh had beaten and ripped at her with a knife. His tribe found the act horrific, unforgivable and deem him to be too dangerous to be kept with in the village in the risk that he may kill more of the precious lives that were needed to keep the village continuing through the generations. And so, they exiled him to live in the cruel wilderness, with the hopes that he will die with some small shred of honor fending off the beasts that lurked those lonely lands with no 'civilized' being to be seen.
Of course, beasts wasn't the only thing he found out in the lonesome wilds. When he was wrestling with some small predator over a rotten carcass that head been left to decay in the heat, he discovered strange people with darkness shrouding their beings watching him with much amusement of his desperation for food that he'd fight over festering flesh that was days old. It turned out this was a group of dark jedi's looking for new recruits to their sect, and heard of the fearsome people of Kalee who were born to fight and hunt. And this particular Kaleesh had something rare compared to others of his kind, a gift of sorts that only a minority in the galaxy had, the sensitivity of the force. Venat was indeed confused by these strange people and their deep interest with him, thus followed by him holding his head firmly andbecoming angry with this complicated situation that seemed to arouse out of no where , 'defend yourself worm, you'll never be a warrior' snapped in his mind, causing him to react with a sudden leap and an attempt to lash out at one of the dark jedis with his rigged sword, but only to be knock out by a rock cracking across his skul, resulting in him being limp on the floor
When he awoke, he was in a strange temple surrounded by people who were deemed as 'hopefuls' and neophytes. Venat looked around in confusion, jumping to his feet and glaring at the others, his eyes dart around like two small torches flickering in the dimly lighted room that they were residing in. At the door, familiar silhouettes were discussing things to each over whilst looking over the small group of people hoping to know the ways of the darkside, though there were some who dreaded the though and would soon die if they did not comply with the teachings. Venat growled and dove at the spectators, only to be whipped back by chains clasping his arms whilst they linked the to cracking floor.
It took many days before Venat calmed down, all it took was a promise of power and strength if he followed the teachings. Of course, he was still resilient due to the training was on the same lines as the one he received as a child, bringing harsh memories and a disowning father who was more focused on his half brothers born through his many wives. The anger though, drove Venat on with no remorse for his fellow students deaths and suffering but rather was more concerned at becoming stronger, though he had a while yet as he needed a master.
This was simple, he had to prove himself in some sort of way to show great potential. This was done by a duel of sorts, where four of the students would fight each over till the others can't fight or are dead, this may of been brutal but was also very effective in bringing out the more stronger of students. Each was given a saber and stood at the corners of the combat area. Venat glared at the other three, "ENGAGE", the training master's voice ripped the veil of silence and the scratching sounds of the weapons echoed through the halls. Venat dodged, blocked and rolled, trying to avoid the deadly swipes as best as he could. He heard one of the combatants scream as the unfortunate was slashed a across the neck by a nimble sweep of the bleed. His attention was turned as a gleam of red flicked in the corner of his eye, he panicked, voices were shouting at him in his mind and he lost. He grabbed the foe's arm and sliced down hard with his glowing blade, leaving the forearm of the student in Venat's firm grip. The Kaleesh screamed while stumbling about, throwing the arm on the floor and swing both of the sabers about, slicing the walls, torches and anyone who got in his way. The student with both hands intact slashed Venat across the back which didn't really entice Venat's anger at all, the crazed warrior slung back limply with his saber and catching the student in face, causing him to stumble and trip onto the floor whilst holding his inflicted area in great pain. The Kaleesh chucked the spare saber in a random direction before falling to his knee's, muttering and cursing through his teeth about things that weren't actually going on.
After this, he was finally chosen to be an Acolyte for one of the more, ambitious masters. He wasn't afraid of Venat's unpredictable and deadly nature that came from his insanity, this was a useful trait as Venat wouldn't show remorse or mercy towards his foes. This master was refined also. Teaching the Kaleesh how to use grace in his attacks whilst combining it with the ferocity of his angry slashes and stabs. At first, Venat was resentful as usual but came round more and more as his master showed him how useful it was for killing the opponent with great ease. This was mainly the craft of the curved light saber, which was more of a single bladed technique though Venat preferred a flurry of two so he also use a standard saber, give a variety from each blade slash to confuse the enemy during duels.
While perfecting his saber skills, his master also taught to use the force. Mainly focusing on his telekinetic ability to throw an enemy off track with a projectile or just simply crush them with a heavy object, he also wanted to improve Venat's speed and other similar skills, even though Venat was naturally strong and speedy thanks to his race's birth given traits and the warrior training he had received at a young age. He trained hard, with whatever warrior spirit he had within him and worked heavily on perfecting his abilities and still does to this very day.
He was sixteen when they found him and with fourteen years of hard, tireless training.... and many injuries inflicted on his trainers and fellow students. He climbed to the rank of marauder thanks to his ferocity and speed in combat that was only matched by the lack of remorse he had when decapitating his opponents and punishing the weak for their mistakes.
Once reaching his rank of marauder, the hierarchy of his cult decided to lengthen his leash a little more by sending him into missions and battles that required relentless strikes that could take on crowds of enemies that would try to outrun them. Venat would literally dive into the group screaming and turn his sabers on in the thick of the crowd, piercing through anyone too close before he slashed, chopped and stabbed, high and low, taking out foes during all the confusion that was amidst. The bloodshed wouldn't usually help with his, issues, which would send him into an unpredictable machine that hurtled itself with no concerns of it's well being.
Lightsaber:
One standard light saber
One curved light saber
Color: The usual red.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho -5
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru 5
Shien / Djem So 5
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo 3
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 2
Body: 5
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 4
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample:
A chair flew into a wall with great force and it's integrity seemed non-existent as it fell to pieces and fell to the cold, hard floor. Venat's eyes were bewildered like two moons set a blaze in an icy fire, as he glared around his room while breathing heavily like something was stealing his breath. He screamed before lobbing the table to the other side of the room and stamped on the books that had been laying on the table but now on the floor. He shook his head helplessly before cursing and punching through the window while roaring angrily. Two warriors in dark robes watched him as if this was a normal day, which it was. Venat had the tendency to break down and break everything that he could reach for, thus why they kept their distance from him but spectated him with much amusement.
Though Venat was not a stable being, he was certainly a powerful and destructive one that was most valued by his comrades and piers, as he had great affect in battles by striking fear into any soldier or young jedi who had to confront his fury and lack of remorse whilst being armed with deadly light sabers.
