Post by badkarma on Oct 2, 2011 4:20:29 GMT -5
"I'm so old now ... I remember ... A hundred years ago, back when I had so much Mercy ... You get One warning, Jedi fool ... after that your head shall roll. That was your Warning." - Hijom'a Okatomi
Dark Lord Okatomi:
Name: Hijom'a Okatomi
Race: Epicanthix
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Lord
Actual Age: 143
Physical Age: 89
Height: 5.7 Feet
Weight: 107.9 Pounds
Birth place: Panatha
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Master
Facial Appearance: Hijom'a is old, there is no way around this, however unlike most old men he is anything but weaker with age, the Force flows through him strongly now having been a wielder of it for a Century, with a Midi-chlorian count of nearly 18,000 per cell, the force moves with him in everything he does. His body at first seems frail and old, until he stands tall and large defined muscles are shown on his old thin frame, his skin is a sickly grey and covered in scar's along his body, his right arm and leg being Cybernetic limbs at the loss of them during the Final battle with the Mandalories Fifty years ago. As you look upon him, the old man at first seems fairly average, He stands at five feet seven inches, fairly short though not unusual for someone his age. His face is hidden by a low hood and heavy shadowing over his face, a long snow white beard flows down his chest down to his belt the tip braided into a neat tip with silver metal ring to hold it firmly in place. If you are unlucky enough for the Hood to be lowered your eyes find a face of a old man, hollowed cheeks, dark grey wrinkle-covered skin, sick disgusting black skin around his eyes and sockets which are also sunken into his head from Age. His eyes themselves being isntead of white a unholy pitch black like the eyes of a shark, the irises being bright yellow with vertical pupils. Snow white hair, surprisingly a full head of such, flows down his back held back into hundreds of thin braids each ending in the same silver ring as his heard as they ran down his back to the center of his back.
Physical Appearance: From here it them began to slowly become a bit different, though his face is old and corpse-like, his body though it is winkled, covered in scars and old, he is covered in solid hard muscle are beyond the normal for such an old man. He holds a solid Eight pack and muscles buldge from every part of his body, lined with wrinkled grey skin, however along these muscular limbs and forms are mechanical allow marking his severe weakness as he cannot rely on them as well. His right leg starting at the middle of his thigh all the way to his foot is completely cybernetic technology covered in artificial skin that matches his skins color and winkled form. The same goes for his right arm from the center of his Bicep down, these limbs were lost in the Final Mandalorian attack Twenty years ago and had to be replaced, however they are twice as strong and fast as his other limbs, they are still more vulnerably because of the limitations of the Technology in this current year. His nails and teeth have as well been infected from the massive amount of Dark side energy he has become, becoming yellow and claw-like, his teeth becoming more like fangs then normal human teeth. However despite this fact his physical form is one of muscle, speed, and power despite his small size he is able to throw many opponents away form himself, over his shoulder, stab his cybernetic arm through an opponents chest, even so far as to catch incoming large objects such as chunks of a ship and other things of the like if he cannot wield the force to protect himself in Time. However, he is not impossibly strong, or fast he is simply ... ancient, the power of the force and a perfectly physically conditioned body of an Epicanthix even one of old age is not something to shove away. As well thanks to this blood, he is able to live unto the years of around two hundred, as the Epicanthix usually live longer then a hundred years anyway, but he has been greatly enhanced by the power of the Force itself granting him a larger lifespan by seventy years, or around there.
Outfit Appearance: His outfit is likely the Most Undetailed version of himself, it is the robes of a Dark Jedi for anyone that knows what to look for, he is one of the few that remember very vaguely the old order of the Dark ones, and has begun the work to create his own Academy, his own Fleet, not like these petty Wannabi Young Sith or the Fool's int eh Jedi Temple who think they know the old ways but truly know nothing. He has based his outfit around the Uniform for this 'New branch' of the force as he calls it, unlike the New sith who are organized and training the order he is creating is about chaos and destruction, the true meaning of being of the Dark side. The outfit takes first the use of the Krayt dragon he slayed so many years ago, his gauntlets travel up to just below the elbow made of polished and smooth Krayt dragon leather, with bright silver buckles, a baggy dark grey silk shirt is tucked into these gauntlets and his belt, made of the same Krayt dragon leather, the buckle being a Human Skull of Silver with Ruby Red Eyes for sockets. Over his shirt he wears a tight leather Vest that is bonded to the belt perfectly to fit him much like a Sith battle robe, this as well begin black Krayt dragon leather. His pants are baggy robe-like pants tucked into Knee-high Krayt dragon black leather boots with bright silver buckles. On his belt he wears the elaborate and powerful Lightsaber it took him so many years to create. Finally as the last touch he wears a pure black silk cape with a low cowl for a hood, on its shoulder's are large Krayt dragon black leather pads studded with small silver spikes, the underside of this cloak being a blood red crimson, its large enough to hand just above his ankles and completely cover him from front to back if he wishes it.
Normal Personality: Normally Hijom'a is a very Un-Sithlike Individual, at least so he puts off, h is always calm and calculating, however that is only the aspect of chaos and destruction of the Dark Jedi. In the essence of the force he is as Dark, Twisted, and Field with deep dark emotion as anyone else, maybe even greater then other Dark Jedi. He takes pleasure in seeing Destruction, Death and blood mean nothing to him nor does Age, He has become so old that he has gone through the negative of the two options with old age. You can become one to help the ones to come after you and become a master of good and light, or become bitter, filled with hatred and have no desire to give mercy. He is the one whom has chosen the second path, Life, Death, Love, Happyness, it no longer exists for him, he has not smiled for over Fifty years and he see's no need to do so ether, even when he is amused greatly the most you will get is a glint in his ancient dark eyes and a slight smirk showing his yellow Fanged teeth. He is calm, collected, merciless and cold when he is collected himself, always examining the entire situation before acting, never relying on instinct relying isntead on the Force itself and his own Insight into it with his ancient age and skill. With his mentality, he is often found walking away form massacred towns, cities, lives or even war area's, it is all meaningless to him, the petty war's of the Sith and Jedi, he was to old to fight for a cause of any sort anymore, and to wise and smart to fall for the twisted words of any Sith Overlord, or Master. As such, he faught what he wished to, he occasionally worked with the Sith if He had no other choice to get what he wanted, however often those working with him had mysterious accidents when they tried to deny him what he was working with them for, or deny him anything really, it has come to be that to the Universe, He is nothing more then a Hermit, ancient and powerful and very unlikely to help anyone unless you give him an incredibly reason to, and even then he may simply kill you for no apparent reason.
Enraged Personality: The last thing you wish to do is Anger Hijom'a, it is quiet possibly the last thing you will ever do. When angered his personality doesn't change, no, instead it enhances its current characteristics. His rage rises, then suddenly his entire eyes turn pitch black, no pupils or irises to speak of, his skin turns a pale blue and his veins become see able pulsing black blood through his tainted ancient body, he becomes merciless, cold, hard and bloodthirsty, "When the General gets mad ... I feel as if Im fighting alongside the reaper himself, I feel ... cold ... as if Death is right beside me." - Captain Jodai Kondo, Battle of Dantooine. And this is rightly said, for his personality becomes like that of an intelligent animal, all senses on high alert at this point you will die if you are an enemy there is no in between, ally, get out of his way, enemy die where you stand, that is all his mind will process, and if you are an ally and get in his way you are now an enemy. Three simple rules is all this man knows when his personality shifts into his enraged state, his furry is infinite and comes in like a storm rising as the world seems like it is ending around you as lightning and the force itself cracks down on his opponents crushing and turning them to charred blackened corpses. Many have compared this mans Force fury equal tot hat of a Wookies Instinctual rage with the power and bloodthirsty animalistic murdering intent that he gains from it, his abilities may increase but so does his killing intent, many of those fighting him will feel as if they were already being impaled or shocked or crushed before it even happened just from making Eye contact with this ancient, powerful, and dark man. In a few words in Summary of this ... Three Rules; Enemies shal die by my hand, Allies shal be removed from my Way, and if your an Ally and stay in my Way, your now an Enemy, refer to Rule One and Die quickly.
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History of the Dark Lord:
Birth:
Youngling:
Padawan:
Adept:
Knight:
Master:
Fall to the Dark Side:
The Hunt:
The Massacre:
The Darkness He Walks:
Training in the Shadows:
Lord of the Dark Side:
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Lightsaber: Having spent literally Decades creating his lgihtsaber and upgrading it as his time has passed after his escape of the Jedi, he has made it the peak of existence, everything from is Power Cell, too its Twin Focus Crystals, to its Main Colored Crystal, even its Lense and Energy shield are the highest technology as of Up-to-date, having earned every part of it through sweat pain and age. The first thing to emotion is the usual blood red crimson color instead of the usual Sith red, this comes from a unique crystal found in the heart of the Korriban caves, amongst the shattered remains of a Sith Lord Tomb, one of the few things left in its casing, likely having fallen from the Sith's actual lgihtsaber, though it holds no properties besides the abnormal coloring. The second is the rare Crystal shard he has placed in the Lightsaber, a Kaiburr crystal a relic of the force itself resides in his blade enhancing the plasma's pure energy to incredible heights as well as the user's connection tot eh force itself. Among its magnification of abilities were the ability to heal, to further augment a Force-user's connection to the Force, to project Force lightning by those typically unable, and to empower and energize a tired being close in proximity to the crystal The second stone being that of a Krayt dragon pearl, a beast eh slayed himself at the age of eighty seven, the beast nearly took him with it but int eh end he was successful, gaining seven of the magnificent pearls, eh sold six of them however he kept one the most perfect one polishing it and cleaning it, and installing ti himself the pearl gave his lightsaber blade unique triangular properties beyond any normal blade making it ten times hotter then any other.
Color: Deep Crimson; Orange Tinted Core
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
Force-Sensitive Abilities or Practices:
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Force Atonement: -8; Evil Incarnate
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RP Sample:
The man stood over the town clothed in pure black robes, his hood riding low over his face as his bright yellow eyes watched from beneath the shadows of the cowl. He held in one hand a large staff of black steel of some sort with a pulsating red crystal on its top, held in a claw-like hand at the top of the staff, he used it leaning heavily as he walked down the hill his snow white beard hanging down to the center of his stomach. And yet despite his obvious ancient age and his obvious pain at having to walk, slouching over and leaning heavily on his staff, he wore the garments of a fighter of some sort underneath the silk black robes. A black leather Tunic with baggy silk black pants tucked into black leather boots that even when walking through mud seemed to remain a smooth polished shine. His leather vest was worn over a tight-fitting black silk shirt with larger sleeves tucked into black leather gauntlets that matched his boots perfectly, a black leather belt studded with silver notches and a silver skull for a buckle finished the look. The buckles of both boots and gloves, as well as the buttons for the shirt being a polished silver, the underside of every piece of black garment being a blood red crimson, underneath the hood however, was where the true horror was hidden.
The old man limped slowly into the town getting many odd looks from those still awake at the hour of twilight and still up and about, he moved slowly forward and crossed into an alleyway, however the old man suddenly stopped as two Figures blocked his path on the streets of it, thugs from the local swoop gangs. A rather large fellow towered over the old man and gave a lopsided stupid Grin, he had the old man sorrowed with seven of the Gang including himself, four behind the old man and tow others infront with himself, they all had large Metal Stun clubs, he even had a blaster in his hand he had gotten lucky from and been able to steal. He grinned wide and raised his hand holding it out, "Alright pops ... hand over your Credits ... the way your dressed we know you got plenty ... just hand it over and you can be on your way." The old man however, simply stared at him from the shadows of his hood. Then man blinked, thinking he was hard of hearing with his old age he raised his voice, "I SAID! HAND OVER YOUR CREDITS OLD MA- GAAAWWW!!!!" His yell turned to a scream of agony as he stared down at his Hand that the old man had impaled with his staff, strait through his hand and chest, lung and ribs, and finally through his sine, coming out the other side of the large man.
The others stared in shock as the old man slowly drug the staff from the mans body clicking it back onto the ground and began to slowly limp forward once again, the man fell over dieing as blood began to pour out of the wound, one of the members yelled in rage and charged the old man. "YOU BASTA-" This time there was no further scream of pain, before the old man slowly turned and simply raised a hand, the member shivered before his hands rose to his throat as he began to choke on appearently nothing at all, the old man slowly flipped his hood back and they all stared in horror, there was the face of a dead man still living. Coated in wrinkles the skin around his eyes a dark grey, his eyes a bright unnatural catlike yellow with vertical pupils. He sighed a bit and flicked his wrist, as the Man crumpled over, his neck snapped clean in two, "I do not have time for pathetic babies trying to get by int heir Pitiful lifespans ... go become something useful or die in a ditch where your blood wont filthy up my Shoes." His voice was graveling and old, ancient, cold and filled with absolute distaste at the filth that had come even close to him.
He eyed them and noticed they all seemed to be preparing to attack ... he sighed and raised his hand coldly, "Fools shal Die." He said coldly, before Lightning blasted forward their were several seconds of screams of pain before it stopped and as the townspeople rushed into the alley, they covered their mouths and gagged, because seven roasted black bodies lay there and the old man was nowhere to be seen ... Later he appeared leaning on his staff on-top of a building sighing, now where was that so called rare lightsaber crystal ... it would be of such use if he could find it, but then he'd have to kill whoever had it ... Or eh could just massacre the whole town he supposed, he stopped and considered that a moment, before he smiled and leap down ... giving a cruel grin as he began ... many screams of terror, filled that bloody night. Finally as he stood in the center of the blood-soaked village he smiled, it had been on some child that was holding it for his dead father, he held the pure black gem up tot he sky and grinned cruelly, good ... no blood ahd gotten on it, that would be such an annoyance. He gently tucked it away, and gave a merry whistle of a tune as he walked out of the burning town, limping along content with hi day, now it was time to meditate and then install this gem into his own lightsaber.
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Dark Lord Okatomi:
Name: Hijom'a Okatomi
Race: Epicanthix
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Lord
Actual Age: 143
Physical Age: 89
Height: 5.7 Feet
Weight: 107.9 Pounds
Birth place: Panatha
Previous Faction: Jedi Order
Previous Rank: Master
Facial Appearance: Hijom'a is old, there is no way around this, however unlike most old men he is anything but weaker with age, the Force flows through him strongly now having been a wielder of it for a Century, with a Midi-chlorian count of nearly 18,000 per cell, the force moves with him in everything he does. His body at first seems frail and old, until he stands tall and large defined muscles are shown on his old thin frame, his skin is a sickly grey and covered in scar's along his body, his right arm and leg being Cybernetic limbs at the loss of them during the Final battle with the Mandalories Fifty years ago. As you look upon him, the old man at first seems fairly average, He stands at five feet seven inches, fairly short though not unusual for someone his age. His face is hidden by a low hood and heavy shadowing over his face, a long snow white beard flows down his chest down to his belt the tip braided into a neat tip with silver metal ring to hold it firmly in place. If you are unlucky enough for the Hood to be lowered your eyes find a face of a old man, hollowed cheeks, dark grey wrinkle-covered skin, sick disgusting black skin around his eyes and sockets which are also sunken into his head from Age. His eyes themselves being isntead of white a unholy pitch black like the eyes of a shark, the irises being bright yellow with vertical pupils. Snow white hair, surprisingly a full head of such, flows down his back held back into hundreds of thin braids each ending in the same silver ring as his heard as they ran down his back to the center of his back.
Physical Appearance: From here it them began to slowly become a bit different, though his face is old and corpse-like, his body though it is winkled, covered in scars and old, he is covered in solid hard muscle are beyond the normal for such an old man. He holds a solid Eight pack and muscles buldge from every part of his body, lined with wrinkled grey skin, however along these muscular limbs and forms are mechanical allow marking his severe weakness as he cannot rely on them as well. His right leg starting at the middle of his thigh all the way to his foot is completely cybernetic technology covered in artificial skin that matches his skins color and winkled form. The same goes for his right arm from the center of his Bicep down, these limbs were lost in the Final Mandalorian attack Twenty years ago and had to be replaced, however they are twice as strong and fast as his other limbs, they are still more vulnerably because of the limitations of the Technology in this current year. His nails and teeth have as well been infected from the massive amount of Dark side energy he has become, becoming yellow and claw-like, his teeth becoming more like fangs then normal human teeth. However despite this fact his physical form is one of muscle, speed, and power despite his small size he is able to throw many opponents away form himself, over his shoulder, stab his cybernetic arm through an opponents chest, even so far as to catch incoming large objects such as chunks of a ship and other things of the like if he cannot wield the force to protect himself in Time. However, he is not impossibly strong, or fast he is simply ... ancient, the power of the force and a perfectly physically conditioned body of an Epicanthix even one of old age is not something to shove away. As well thanks to this blood, he is able to live unto the years of around two hundred, as the Epicanthix usually live longer then a hundred years anyway, but he has been greatly enhanced by the power of the Force itself granting him a larger lifespan by seventy years, or around there.
Outfit Appearance: His outfit is likely the Most Undetailed version of himself, it is the robes of a Dark Jedi for anyone that knows what to look for, he is one of the few that remember very vaguely the old order of the Dark ones, and has begun the work to create his own Academy, his own Fleet, not like these petty Wannabi Young Sith or the Fool's int eh Jedi Temple who think they know the old ways but truly know nothing. He has based his outfit around the Uniform for this 'New branch' of the force as he calls it, unlike the New sith who are organized and training the order he is creating is about chaos and destruction, the true meaning of being of the Dark side. The outfit takes first the use of the Krayt dragon he slayed so many years ago, his gauntlets travel up to just below the elbow made of polished and smooth Krayt dragon leather, with bright silver buckles, a baggy dark grey silk shirt is tucked into these gauntlets and his belt, made of the same Krayt dragon leather, the buckle being a Human Skull of Silver with Ruby Red Eyes for sockets. Over his shirt he wears a tight leather Vest that is bonded to the belt perfectly to fit him much like a Sith battle robe, this as well begin black Krayt dragon leather. His pants are baggy robe-like pants tucked into Knee-high Krayt dragon black leather boots with bright silver buckles. On his belt he wears the elaborate and powerful Lightsaber it took him so many years to create. Finally as the last touch he wears a pure black silk cape with a low cowl for a hood, on its shoulder's are large Krayt dragon black leather pads studded with small silver spikes, the underside of this cloak being a blood red crimson, its large enough to hand just above his ankles and completely cover him from front to back if he wishes it.
Normal Personality: Normally Hijom'a is a very Un-Sithlike Individual, at least so he puts off, h is always calm and calculating, however that is only the aspect of chaos and destruction of the Dark Jedi. In the essence of the force he is as Dark, Twisted, and Field with deep dark emotion as anyone else, maybe even greater then other Dark Jedi. He takes pleasure in seeing Destruction, Death and blood mean nothing to him nor does Age, He has become so old that he has gone through the negative of the two options with old age. You can become one to help the ones to come after you and become a master of good and light, or become bitter, filled with hatred and have no desire to give mercy. He is the one whom has chosen the second path, Life, Death, Love, Happyness, it no longer exists for him, he has not smiled for over Fifty years and he see's no need to do so ether, even when he is amused greatly the most you will get is a glint in his ancient dark eyes and a slight smirk showing his yellow Fanged teeth. He is calm, collected, merciless and cold when he is collected himself, always examining the entire situation before acting, never relying on instinct relying isntead on the Force itself and his own Insight into it with his ancient age and skill. With his mentality, he is often found walking away form massacred towns, cities, lives or even war area's, it is all meaningless to him, the petty war's of the Sith and Jedi, he was to old to fight for a cause of any sort anymore, and to wise and smart to fall for the twisted words of any Sith Overlord, or Master. As such, he faught what he wished to, he occasionally worked with the Sith if He had no other choice to get what he wanted, however often those working with him had mysterious accidents when they tried to deny him what he was working with them for, or deny him anything really, it has come to be that to the Universe, He is nothing more then a Hermit, ancient and powerful and very unlikely to help anyone unless you give him an incredibly reason to, and even then he may simply kill you for no apparent reason.
Enraged Personality: The last thing you wish to do is Anger Hijom'a, it is quiet possibly the last thing you will ever do. When angered his personality doesn't change, no, instead it enhances its current characteristics. His rage rises, then suddenly his entire eyes turn pitch black, no pupils or irises to speak of, his skin turns a pale blue and his veins become see able pulsing black blood through his tainted ancient body, he becomes merciless, cold, hard and bloodthirsty, "When the General gets mad ... I feel as if Im fighting alongside the reaper himself, I feel ... cold ... as if Death is right beside me." - Captain Jodai Kondo, Battle of Dantooine. And this is rightly said, for his personality becomes like that of an intelligent animal, all senses on high alert at this point you will die if you are an enemy there is no in between, ally, get out of his way, enemy die where you stand, that is all his mind will process, and if you are an ally and get in his way you are now an enemy. Three simple rules is all this man knows when his personality shifts into his enraged state, his furry is infinite and comes in like a storm rising as the world seems like it is ending around you as lightning and the force itself cracks down on his opponents crushing and turning them to charred blackened corpses. Many have compared this mans Force fury equal tot hat of a Wookies Instinctual rage with the power and bloodthirsty animalistic murdering intent that he gains from it, his abilities may increase but so does his killing intent, many of those fighting him will feel as if they were already being impaled or shocked or crushed before it even happened just from making Eye contact with this ancient, powerful, and dark man. In a few words in Summary of this ... Three Rules; Enemies shal die by my hand, Allies shal be removed from my Way, and if your an Ally and stay in my Way, your now an Enemy, refer to Rule One and Die quickly.
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History of the Dark Lord:
Birth:
- Short Description of Parents
- Actual Birth and Naming
- First Year of Life, Parents Killed
- Second Year of Life to Fourth Year of life
- Jedi Come and Save him, He joins the Order
Youngling:
- Six Years old, First Year in the Academy
- Second Year, Learning the way of the Light-saber
- Third Year, Learning the Way of the Force
- Fourth Year, Begins to learn to Manipulate it
- Fifth Year, Age of Eleven Meets his new Master
Padawan:
- Meets his new Master and Learns About the Lightsaber
- Begins to Gather Components for his Lightsaber
- Creates his lgihtsaber, Begins Advanced Training
- Joins his Master on a Mission to Naboo
- Has his First Battle with Bursa (Bearlike Naboo Beasts) To save a young Gungan Noble.
Adept:
- Now the age of Thirteen, Training Daily with his master
- Kills his First Sentient Opponent, a Mandalorian to protect his Master
- Begins serious training, surprising his master
- Watches his master Loose his arm to a Sith, he manages to seal off the door of the starship and flee, saving hsi master ocne again
- He watches hsi master fall into Depression at hsi own Weakness, and Leaves him to find a New Master
Knight:
- After fighting to combat a Young Sith and Defeating him, he is given Knighthood
- Gains his Very first Apprentice, Beginning the boys training
- Protecting his Apprentice he Takes on Ten Mandalorians and barely survives suffering severe blaster injuries
- After healing he Gains Several Artificial organs and teaches his apprentice how to make his own lgihtsaber
- Begins daily spars with his apprentice to create new training methods
Master:
- His Apprentice Becomes a Jedi knight and He is, Via emergency for the I mending attacks from the Sith and Madalorians is turned into a General and Master Jedi.
- While Visiting Dantooine, saves his Apprentice from a Krayt dragon slaying it at suffering hsi own serious injuries.
- Gaining the pearls he sells five and installs the Sixth eprfect one into his lgihtsaber.
- He becomes an Instructor at the academy, teaching classes of Ten younglings at a Time.
- He defends the Academy and Temple from an Sith assassin who was meant to destroy the Future generation of jedi, earning tremendous Respect among the Council. However, the taint of the Dark side having been planted with the Power of the Crystal he takes from the assassins blade, a Kaiburr crystal shard tainted with the Dark side energy.
Fall to the Dark Side:
- The taint growing, The Jedi Council do not notice it yet, and Promote him to being one of the High Seats on the jedi Counsel itself.
- The shards whispering begin to drive him further and further form the light with lust for power, until finally he uses the Tempels records to locate a old forgotten Dark Jedi Temple.
- Finding the dark side strong in this Place, he stays begining to rebuild it with the force tiself ... Meditating Daily.
- His old apprentice and his apprentices Padawan come and track him, trying to turn him back to the light, and he kills them both, finally turning to the dark side completely.
- He Begisn to travel through the darkness, Korriban, Forggoten tainted Academy's, places the Sith held dear, researching, and looking.
The Hunt:
- He is hunted down by three Jedi Knights who engage him, each loosing their life as he finally unlocks the rage of the Dark Side.
- Begins to delve deep intot eh dark sides meditation of chaos ... and finally by sacrificing hundreds of innocents for his training, unlocked the power of Force Drain.
- He begins to physically change with the Taint, his Power multiplying beyond that of a master.
The Massacre:
- He travels to the battlefeild, intending to Join the Sith when he is attacked from all sides, killing Jedi, Sith, Mandalorian and Soldier alike.
- Soon Madalorians begin to win over the Planet, and he is stuck in the middle of it all fighting for hsi life, in teh end killing and draining A Jedi master, but in the end he is finally taken out by a Mandalorian Ion Canon.
- Loosing his Leg and arm, he is forced to delve deep into a Hybernating Stasis to stay alive, where he is found by sith Drawn tot he massive Dark side energy that resides inside him.
- He finds his Old amster, now a Sith lrod who gives him enahcned Cybernetic limbs and Medical treatement saving his Life ... In thanks He kills his Master, draining him of the Force to enahcne his own power as well as all of hsi apprentices, and leaves.
- Traveling to Korriban, he goes deep into the Sith Tombs, until he finds the old Red Crystal of a long-death Sith Overlord, he places it into his lightsaber turning it a unique blood red with an organe center ... his turning to the Dark side truly complete now, a Dark Lord.
The Darkness He Walks:
- As he walked through the Star's, he outlived anyone that once Knew him ... he had walked the planets for hundred years now, and He had gotten old and pwoerful int eh Dark side.
- His physical aspects had turned him mroe into a lviing Corpse now of Grey hair and skin, he began to train in the pwoer fo the Force storm and true Darkness.
- Finally having mastered his Force lgihtning, he begins to train witht eh Lightsaber forms and searches out for a palce to reside in.
- He fidns a Sith ship, and after slaying the entire crew and draining the three Sith Knights of their force and killing them, he dumped their bodies and took over the ship as his own.
Training in the Shadows:
- Masters Makashi on hsi own, training on his Ship and korriban itself
- Masters Soresu on hsi own, training on his Ship and korriban itself
- Masters Ataru on hsi own, training on his Ship and korriban itself
- Masters Shien / Djem So, and its Sub-forms of Backhand strikes and technqiues on hsi own, training on his Ship and korriban itself
- Masters Niman on hsi own, training on his Ship and korriban itself
Lord of the Dark Side:
- He begins to Trian in Juyo, and Finally finsihes hsi research and masteres the power of the Dark Illusion Torture by Chagrin.
- He searches out the old Jedi master's, and finding Four of them engages them in an Epic battle of the force and lgihtsaber, before using a mixture of attaching his Force Draining power with his Juyo ... mastering both at cone, and draining them all dry .. finally becoming one with the dark side, with their power, reaching new heights, becoming a Dark Lord of the Force itself.
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Lightsaber: Having spent literally Decades creating his lgihtsaber and upgrading it as his time has passed after his escape of the Jedi, he has made it the peak of existence, everything from is Power Cell, too its Twin Focus Crystals, to its Main Colored Crystal, even its Lense and Energy shield are the highest technology as of Up-to-date, having earned every part of it through sweat pain and age. The first thing to emotion is the usual blood red crimson color instead of the usual Sith red, this comes from a unique crystal found in the heart of the Korriban caves, amongst the shattered remains of a Sith Lord Tomb, one of the few things left in its casing, likely having fallen from the Sith's actual lgihtsaber, though it holds no properties besides the abnormal coloring. The second is the rare Crystal shard he has placed in the Lightsaber, a Kaiburr crystal a relic of the force itself resides in his blade enhancing the plasma's pure energy to incredible heights as well as the user's connection tot eh force itself. Among its magnification of abilities were the ability to heal, to further augment a Force-user's connection to the Force, to project Force lightning by those typically unable, and to empower and energize a tired being close in proximity to the crystal The second stone being that of a Krayt dragon pearl, a beast eh slayed himself at the age of eighty seven, the beast nearly took him with it but int eh end he was successful, gaining seven of the magnificent pearls, eh sold six of them however he kept one the most perfect one polishing it and cleaning it, and installing ti himself the pearl gave his lightsaber blade unique triangular properties beyond any normal blade making it ten times hotter then any other.
Color: Deep Crimson; Orange Tinted Core
Practiced Lightsaber Forms:
- Shii-Cho: 5/5
- Makashi: 5/5
- Soresu: 5/5
- Ataru: 5/5
- Shien / Djem So: 5/5
- Sub-form Backhanded: 5/5
- Niman: 5/5
- Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield: 1/5
- Juyo: 5/5
- Double Bladed Combat: 1/5
Force-Sensitive Abilities or Practices:
- Telekinetic: 9/10
- Telepathic: 7/10
- Body: 7/10
- Sense: 9/10
- Protection: 7/10
- Healing: 5/10
- Destruction: 9/10
Specialized Skills:
- Force Crush
- Force Storm
- Hibernation Trance
- Force Drain
- Torture by Chagrin
- Tràkata
- Teräs Käsi
Attributes:
- Physical Strength: 7/10
- Intelligence: 9/10
- Speed / Agility: 9/10
- Leadership: 7/10
- Unarmed: 9/10
- Mele Weapons: 9/10
- Ranged Weapons: 7/10
Force Atonement: -8; Evil Incarnate
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RP Sample:
The man stood over the town clothed in pure black robes, his hood riding low over his face as his bright yellow eyes watched from beneath the shadows of the cowl. He held in one hand a large staff of black steel of some sort with a pulsating red crystal on its top, held in a claw-like hand at the top of the staff, he used it leaning heavily as he walked down the hill his snow white beard hanging down to the center of his stomach. And yet despite his obvious ancient age and his obvious pain at having to walk, slouching over and leaning heavily on his staff, he wore the garments of a fighter of some sort underneath the silk black robes. A black leather Tunic with baggy silk black pants tucked into black leather boots that even when walking through mud seemed to remain a smooth polished shine. His leather vest was worn over a tight-fitting black silk shirt with larger sleeves tucked into black leather gauntlets that matched his boots perfectly, a black leather belt studded with silver notches and a silver skull for a buckle finished the look. The buckles of both boots and gloves, as well as the buttons for the shirt being a polished silver, the underside of every piece of black garment being a blood red crimson, underneath the hood however, was where the true horror was hidden.
The old man limped slowly into the town getting many odd looks from those still awake at the hour of twilight and still up and about, he moved slowly forward and crossed into an alleyway, however the old man suddenly stopped as two Figures blocked his path on the streets of it, thugs from the local swoop gangs. A rather large fellow towered over the old man and gave a lopsided stupid Grin, he had the old man sorrowed with seven of the Gang including himself, four behind the old man and tow others infront with himself, they all had large Metal Stun clubs, he even had a blaster in his hand he had gotten lucky from and been able to steal. He grinned wide and raised his hand holding it out, "Alright pops ... hand over your Credits ... the way your dressed we know you got plenty ... just hand it over and you can be on your way." The old man however, simply stared at him from the shadows of his hood. Then man blinked, thinking he was hard of hearing with his old age he raised his voice, "I SAID! HAND OVER YOUR CREDITS OLD MA- GAAAWWW!!!!" His yell turned to a scream of agony as he stared down at his Hand that the old man had impaled with his staff, strait through his hand and chest, lung and ribs, and finally through his sine, coming out the other side of the large man.
The others stared in shock as the old man slowly drug the staff from the mans body clicking it back onto the ground and began to slowly limp forward once again, the man fell over dieing as blood began to pour out of the wound, one of the members yelled in rage and charged the old man. "YOU BASTA-" This time there was no further scream of pain, before the old man slowly turned and simply raised a hand, the member shivered before his hands rose to his throat as he began to choke on appearently nothing at all, the old man slowly flipped his hood back and they all stared in horror, there was the face of a dead man still living. Coated in wrinkles the skin around his eyes a dark grey, his eyes a bright unnatural catlike yellow with vertical pupils. He sighed a bit and flicked his wrist, as the Man crumpled over, his neck snapped clean in two, "I do not have time for pathetic babies trying to get by int heir Pitiful lifespans ... go become something useful or die in a ditch where your blood wont filthy up my Shoes." His voice was graveling and old, ancient, cold and filled with absolute distaste at the filth that had come even close to him.
He eyed them and noticed they all seemed to be preparing to attack ... he sighed and raised his hand coldly, "Fools shal Die." He said coldly, before Lightning blasted forward their were several seconds of screams of pain before it stopped and as the townspeople rushed into the alley, they covered their mouths and gagged, because seven roasted black bodies lay there and the old man was nowhere to be seen ... Later he appeared leaning on his staff on-top of a building sighing, now where was that so called rare lightsaber crystal ... it would be of such use if he could find it, but then he'd have to kill whoever had it ... Or eh could just massacre the whole town he supposed, he stopped and considered that a moment, before he smiled and leap down ... giving a cruel grin as he began ... many screams of terror, filled that bloody night. Finally as he stood in the center of the blood-soaked village he smiled, it had been on some child that was holding it for his dead father, he held the pure black gem up tot he sky and grinned cruelly, good ... no blood ahd gotten on it, that would be such an annoyance. He gently tucked it away, and gave a merry whistle of a tune as he walked out of the burning town, limping along content with hi day, now it was time to meditate and then install this gem into his own lightsaber.
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