Post by Cuttlefish on Feb 27, 2012 16:20:37 GMT -5
Name: Reiv, formerly Raiden Athos
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: Reiv is of average height, lean, and muscular, with pale skin and a square jaw. He has short, messily cut black hair brushed back from his eyes to reveal a widow's peak, and green eyes tinted with gold which go full-on glowing yellow when he uses the Force. He has a scar tracing over his right cheek which appears to darken when using the Force, and a larger, uglier black scar on his left hand which appears to be steadily growing as he gives himself over further to the dark side. He wears a black glove on his left hand at all times to hide this.
He wears the standard Sith black robes and cloak most of the time, but when on a populated planet, he'll abandon these for whatever the local garb is for the purposes of socializing with the locals. His posture is straight and he moves like a dancer - a product of his training which has conditioned him to be aware of his movements.
Here are some pictures of him.
Personality: Reiv is a hedonist. He embraces the chaotic emotions that power the dark side of the Force as his life philosophy, and doesn't believe in laws or moral codes, holding them to be social constructs which lack value and needlessly restrict people from following their instincts.
This philosophy is expressed in his basic nature, too. Reiv is intensely emotional, given to intense anger or hatred, and conversely to intense mirth or loyalty. He never does anything half-way. When he takes against someone, it'll be with a burning, sadistic hatred, and when he likes someone he'll be the world's most loyal friend. This tendency towards extreme reactions has been increased by the influence of the dark side.
He never does anything because it's right or wrong, but more because it feels right. He does have very good instincts, and often these can make him seem extraordinarily perceptive. They can also make his actions irrational and poorly thought out, and sometimes even he is at a loss to explain why he did something. This is the guy who you find sitting in the smoking ruins of some elaborate and massively ill-advised plan going “It seemed like a good idea at the time!”
As with everything, Reiv throws himself into certain specialties and neglects the others. If he's trying to do something he's good at, his enemies should be very afraid. If he's trying to do something he isn't good at, his allies should be very afraid because this is not going to end well. He is very, very fast and very, very agile. He might not hit hard and he might not hit accurately, and God help you if he tries to heal you, but he's likely to hit so fast you don't see it coming. His fighting style is mostly focused on offense, with an emphasis on disabling the enemy before they can hurt him rather than on outlasting them.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Bio: (Being something of a n00b to the Star Wars universe, I bet there are errors in here. Please tell me if you spot any?)
Raiden Athos was the son of one of Alderaan's noble houses, the youngest of five children, and was raised in a stifling household, allowed very few freedoms. His parents punished any deviation from their edicts harshly, on more than a few occasions crossing over into what any sensible person might term abuse. They wanted Raiden to grow up to be a politician; Raiden, even at such a young age, did not approve of this plan. He chafed at their rules and at his studies, and dreamed of being a great, heroic Jedi. He had a supporter in this plan; his aunt Keris Athos. Though she was perfectly willing to dismiss Raiden's distaste for politics on the grounds that he was four and did not actually know what that word meant, she had witnessed some of the harsher punishments his parents dealt out to their children, and was determined to save at least one child – if she could without bringing the law into their family's personal business. It was Keris who brought him to be tested by the Watchmen for Force sensitivity, and Keris who convinced his parents that it would be politically advantageous to have a son in the Jedi. The young Raiden was overjoyed.
A tiny bit of the shine wore off for him when he realized that studying to become a Jedi was just that – studying – but Raiden's enthusiasm was impossible to kill, and he threw himself into those subjects he was interested in with such enthusiasm and capability as to mostly make up for his sheer incompetence in other subjects. Although his teachers had some misgivings, he was chosen to be a padawan and began learning to use a lightsaber. The man assigned to be his master was, depending on how you look at it, either perfect to complement his weak spots, or completely mismatched to him, being a very lawful, logical, and practical man even by the standards of Jedi Masters. Raiden hated his guts. Nevertheless, he learned a great deal from him, and it was under his tutelage that Raiden crafted his yellow lightsaber, designed to fit with his swift, maneuverable style of fighting.
His further training was mostly without incident, although during this period his teachers and fellow students noticed a distressing tendency towards uncontrolled rage, and an only slightly less distressing tendency to hop into bed with anything on two legs and some things with more.
Raiden was drawn to the style of Ataru, since it fit his impressive speed and his enthusiasm for offense, and specialized in it. His master made some efforts to teach him defensive moves, but Raiden's heart wasn't in it, and it was and always had been impossible for Raiden to go where his heart wasn't. He excelled at Ataru, using the Force first ad foremost to aid his physical prowess and help him in moving faster and more fluidly. Even without the force, he was impressively fast and he trained to focus on this.
He passed his Trial of Skill with flying colors, years of pent up hatred for his master and years of devoted training culminating in a fiery duel against his master. He showed off his skills quite well, using his impressive speed and his ferocity to his best advantage. But there was a moment, after his master declared that he'd passed, that it looked like Raiden wasn't going to stop fighting. That this was about to cease to be a test and turn into a fight to the death, Raiden's hatred getting the better of him. But then the moment ended, and Raiden deactivated his lightsaber and accepted his success with good grace.
He did similarly well on his Trials of Courage and Flesh, done on the battlefield in a fight with space pirates. He proved himself willing to risk injury for a friend, pulling one of his comrades out of the way of an attack and being painfully injured in the process.
His Trial of Spirit was . . . a little more complicated. Raiden had never been inclined to see the world in terms of good and evil - the closest he came was us versus them. He had been told that the Sith Empire was evil because they were trying to take over the galaxy (and a fair few more complex rationals), but on a basic level, all he understood was that people from the Sith Empire were trying to hurt him and his friends.
The apparition he fought in his vision didn't wear his own face; what kind of trial would it have been for him to fight himself? That would have been too easy for Raiden. No, although the tactics it used, rushed and hurriedly offensive, were Raiden's, the face and voice it wore was that of Raiden's best friend. Raiden was horrified; although whatever logical facilities he had were telling him that this was just a vision, not really his friend, and that the best thing to do would be to fight the apparition to the best of his abilities and pass the test, his emotions were telling him that this is your friend and you can't hurt her no matter if she's attacking you. Raiden just barely managed to fight back against the apparition, doing the logical thing, and defeat it. His master ruled that this constituted a pass, but to this day Raiden feels he did the wrong thing.
Even as an adult Jedi, Raiden was something of a loose canon, and many descriptions of him by his fellow Jedi began with, “He means well, but . . .”. He particularly chafed at the rules against forming strong attachments; he never had learned to form any other kind.
Still, he managed to keep under the radar just enough to avoid being expelled for his transgressions, until one day when he was twenty-six and one of his friends was badly injured in a fight with the Sith Empire. Infuriated, Raiden went out to hunt down the soldier responsible, mutilating and torturing her. He was found standing over her body, the dark Force running through him, by a fellow Jedi, who recognized that the situation had gotten out of hand and tried to apprehend him. Raiden refused to go, but he also refused to attack his friend, and in the ensuing battle Raiden's poor defensive skills betrayed him, and although he escaped he sustained wounds to his face and left hand, which didn't heal quite right due to the corruption of the dark side.
If asked what he did directly after leaving the Jedi, he would spin a dramatic tail of spaceship chases and evil deeds. The truth is, he took the first liner to the nearest civilized planet, rented himself a hotel room, and spent the next week sulking miserably and consuming enough alcohol to put him off of it for the next decade. But he's a difficult man to keep down, and he soon found that his inner strengths were well-matched with those of the dark side. He threw himself into the pursuit of the darker powers, at first alone, and then sought out a master who could teach him more of the dark side. He found one with the Sith Order, and trained with the same devotion he'd put into his Jedi training. He also got himself a red artificial lightsaber crystal and used this to replace his yellow crystal, on the grounds that if he was going to be a Sith now, he was determined to look the part.
He rose through the ranks swiftly, having already passed his training as a Jedi, and chose the name “Reiv” for himself as a Sith Knight, a name meaning “with wild abandon” in one of the many and varied languages of the galaxy.
Lightsaber: A fairly standard single blade lightsaber, designed for speed and maneuverability, with a slightly longer beam than normal.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Ataru - 5
Shien / Djem So - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons:0
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample:
The Jedi's lightsaber glowed bright green in the darkness as he made his way cautiously deeper into the shadowy caves, closer to where Reiv lurked. His hood over his face, his lightsaber deactivated, Reiv waited in the shadows. He was grinning, his eyes bright yellow and his scar dark on his face. The thrill of the hunt was wonderful.
The Jedi stepped forward carefully, coming up next to Reiv's tunnel, and Reiv blurred into action, his lightsaber activating as he lunged swiftly out of the shadows.
“Found you!” the Sith Knight hissed. The Jedi just barely brought up his lightsaber in time to block the blow, Reiv's lightsaber grazing past his ear.
“You!” said the Jedi. He recognized Reiv from the last time they had fought, not that long ago.
“You remember me!” Reiv said, gleefully, flipping backwards to evade a slash from the Jedi, and then to aim a blow at the Jedi's knees. “I'll fix that soon enough, Jedi!”
“Where did you get that threat, the one-size fits all Sith lines handbook?” the Jedi snapped, jumping over Reiv's blade and then bringing his own blade down towards Reiv's shoulder.
“Pretty much,” Reiv confessed with a grin, and ducked to avoid the blade. He was aware that his lines were perhaps not the most original, but he didn't care; he'd save the ingenuity for pickup lines.
The Jedi didn't dignify this with a response, just slashing at Reiv's head. Reiv flipped back to avoid it, and then leapt at the Jedi's head, lightsaber first. The Jedi ducked, but Reiv was prepared for this, and twisted to kick him in the head. Startled, the Jedi stumbled, and with that Reiv brought his lightsaber down to decapitate him.
The Sith stepped over the body, deactivating his lightsaber again. “Too slow, Jedi!”
There wasn't a one-size fits all Sith one-liners handbook, but if there was, Reiv would have read every page.
Race: Human
Age: 29
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: Reiv is of average height, lean, and muscular, with pale skin and a square jaw. He has short, messily cut black hair brushed back from his eyes to reveal a widow's peak, and green eyes tinted with gold which go full-on glowing yellow when he uses the Force. He has a scar tracing over his right cheek which appears to darken when using the Force, and a larger, uglier black scar on his left hand which appears to be steadily growing as he gives himself over further to the dark side. He wears a black glove on his left hand at all times to hide this.
He wears the standard Sith black robes and cloak most of the time, but when on a populated planet, he'll abandon these for whatever the local garb is for the purposes of socializing with the locals. His posture is straight and he moves like a dancer - a product of his training which has conditioned him to be aware of his movements.
Here are some pictures of him.
Personality: Reiv is a hedonist. He embraces the chaotic emotions that power the dark side of the Force as his life philosophy, and doesn't believe in laws or moral codes, holding them to be social constructs which lack value and needlessly restrict people from following their instincts.
This philosophy is expressed in his basic nature, too. Reiv is intensely emotional, given to intense anger or hatred, and conversely to intense mirth or loyalty. He never does anything half-way. When he takes against someone, it'll be with a burning, sadistic hatred, and when he likes someone he'll be the world's most loyal friend. This tendency towards extreme reactions has been increased by the influence of the dark side.
He never does anything because it's right or wrong, but more because it feels right. He does have very good instincts, and often these can make him seem extraordinarily perceptive. They can also make his actions irrational and poorly thought out, and sometimes even he is at a loss to explain why he did something. This is the guy who you find sitting in the smoking ruins of some elaborate and massively ill-advised plan going “It seemed like a good idea at the time!”
As with everything, Reiv throws himself into certain specialties and neglects the others. If he's trying to do something he's good at, his enemies should be very afraid. If he's trying to do something he isn't good at, his allies should be very afraid because this is not going to end well. He is very, very fast and very, very agile. He might not hit hard and he might not hit accurately, and God help you if he tries to heal you, but he's likely to hit so fast you don't see it coming. His fighting style is mostly focused on offense, with an emphasis on disabling the enemy before they can hurt him rather than on outlasting them.
Birth place: Alderaan
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: Jedi
Previous Rank: Knight
Bio: (Being something of a n00b to the Star Wars universe, I bet there are errors in here. Please tell me if you spot any?)
Raiden Athos was the son of one of Alderaan's noble houses, the youngest of five children, and was raised in a stifling household, allowed very few freedoms. His parents punished any deviation from their edicts harshly, on more than a few occasions crossing over into what any sensible person might term abuse. They wanted Raiden to grow up to be a politician; Raiden, even at such a young age, did not approve of this plan. He chafed at their rules and at his studies, and dreamed of being a great, heroic Jedi. He had a supporter in this plan; his aunt Keris Athos. Though she was perfectly willing to dismiss Raiden's distaste for politics on the grounds that he was four and did not actually know what that word meant, she had witnessed some of the harsher punishments his parents dealt out to their children, and was determined to save at least one child – if she could without bringing the law into their family's personal business. It was Keris who brought him to be tested by the Watchmen for Force sensitivity, and Keris who convinced his parents that it would be politically advantageous to have a son in the Jedi. The young Raiden was overjoyed.
A tiny bit of the shine wore off for him when he realized that studying to become a Jedi was just that – studying – but Raiden's enthusiasm was impossible to kill, and he threw himself into those subjects he was interested in with such enthusiasm and capability as to mostly make up for his sheer incompetence in other subjects. Although his teachers had some misgivings, he was chosen to be a padawan and began learning to use a lightsaber. The man assigned to be his master was, depending on how you look at it, either perfect to complement his weak spots, or completely mismatched to him, being a very lawful, logical, and practical man even by the standards of Jedi Masters. Raiden hated his guts. Nevertheless, he learned a great deal from him, and it was under his tutelage that Raiden crafted his yellow lightsaber, designed to fit with his swift, maneuverable style of fighting.
His further training was mostly without incident, although during this period his teachers and fellow students noticed a distressing tendency towards uncontrolled rage, and an only slightly less distressing tendency to hop into bed with anything on two legs and some things with more.
Raiden was drawn to the style of Ataru, since it fit his impressive speed and his enthusiasm for offense, and specialized in it. His master made some efforts to teach him defensive moves, but Raiden's heart wasn't in it, and it was and always had been impossible for Raiden to go where his heart wasn't. He excelled at Ataru, using the Force first ad foremost to aid his physical prowess and help him in moving faster and more fluidly. Even without the force, he was impressively fast and he trained to focus on this.
He passed his Trial of Skill with flying colors, years of pent up hatred for his master and years of devoted training culminating in a fiery duel against his master. He showed off his skills quite well, using his impressive speed and his ferocity to his best advantage. But there was a moment, after his master declared that he'd passed, that it looked like Raiden wasn't going to stop fighting. That this was about to cease to be a test and turn into a fight to the death, Raiden's hatred getting the better of him. But then the moment ended, and Raiden deactivated his lightsaber and accepted his success with good grace.
He did similarly well on his Trials of Courage and Flesh, done on the battlefield in a fight with space pirates. He proved himself willing to risk injury for a friend, pulling one of his comrades out of the way of an attack and being painfully injured in the process.
His Trial of Spirit was . . . a little more complicated. Raiden had never been inclined to see the world in terms of good and evil - the closest he came was us versus them. He had been told that the Sith Empire was evil because they were trying to take over the galaxy (and a fair few more complex rationals), but on a basic level, all he understood was that people from the Sith Empire were trying to hurt him and his friends.
The apparition he fought in his vision didn't wear his own face; what kind of trial would it have been for him to fight himself? That would have been too easy for Raiden. No, although the tactics it used, rushed and hurriedly offensive, were Raiden's, the face and voice it wore was that of Raiden's best friend. Raiden was horrified; although whatever logical facilities he had were telling him that this was just a vision, not really his friend, and that the best thing to do would be to fight the apparition to the best of his abilities and pass the test, his emotions were telling him that this is your friend and you can't hurt her no matter if she's attacking you. Raiden just barely managed to fight back against the apparition, doing the logical thing, and defeat it. His master ruled that this constituted a pass, but to this day Raiden feels he did the wrong thing.
Even as an adult Jedi, Raiden was something of a loose canon, and many descriptions of him by his fellow Jedi began with, “He means well, but . . .”. He particularly chafed at the rules against forming strong attachments; he never had learned to form any other kind.
Still, he managed to keep under the radar just enough to avoid being expelled for his transgressions, until one day when he was twenty-six and one of his friends was badly injured in a fight with the Sith Empire. Infuriated, Raiden went out to hunt down the soldier responsible, mutilating and torturing her. He was found standing over her body, the dark Force running through him, by a fellow Jedi, who recognized that the situation had gotten out of hand and tried to apprehend him. Raiden refused to go, but he also refused to attack his friend, and in the ensuing battle Raiden's poor defensive skills betrayed him, and although he escaped he sustained wounds to his face and left hand, which didn't heal quite right due to the corruption of the dark side.
If asked what he did directly after leaving the Jedi, he would spin a dramatic tail of spaceship chases and evil deeds. The truth is, he took the first liner to the nearest civilized planet, rented himself a hotel room, and spent the next week sulking miserably and consuming enough alcohol to put him off of it for the next decade. But he's a difficult man to keep down, and he soon found that his inner strengths were well-matched with those of the dark side. He threw himself into the pursuit of the darker powers, at first alone, and then sought out a master who could teach him more of the dark side. He found one with the Sith Order, and trained with the same devotion he'd put into his Jedi training. He also got himself a red artificial lightsaber crystal and used this to replace his yellow crystal, on the grounds that if he was going to be a Sith now, he was determined to look the part.
He rose through the ranks swiftly, having already passed his training as a Jedi, and chose the name “Reiv” for himself as a Sith Knight, a name meaning “with wild abandon” in one of the many and varied languages of the galaxy.
Lightsaber: A fairly standard single blade lightsaber, designed for speed and maneuverability, with a slightly longer beam than normal.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Ataru - 5
Shien / Djem So - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills: None
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 7
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons:0
Ranged Weapons: 5
Force Attunement: -3
RP Sample:
The Jedi's lightsaber glowed bright green in the darkness as he made his way cautiously deeper into the shadowy caves, closer to where Reiv lurked. His hood over his face, his lightsaber deactivated, Reiv waited in the shadows. He was grinning, his eyes bright yellow and his scar dark on his face. The thrill of the hunt was wonderful.
The Jedi stepped forward carefully, coming up next to Reiv's tunnel, and Reiv blurred into action, his lightsaber activating as he lunged swiftly out of the shadows.
“Found you!” the Sith Knight hissed. The Jedi just barely brought up his lightsaber in time to block the blow, Reiv's lightsaber grazing past his ear.
“You!” said the Jedi. He recognized Reiv from the last time they had fought, not that long ago.
“You remember me!” Reiv said, gleefully, flipping backwards to evade a slash from the Jedi, and then to aim a blow at the Jedi's knees. “I'll fix that soon enough, Jedi!”
“Where did you get that threat, the one-size fits all Sith lines handbook?” the Jedi snapped, jumping over Reiv's blade and then bringing his own blade down towards Reiv's shoulder.
“Pretty much,” Reiv confessed with a grin, and ducked to avoid the blade. He was aware that his lines were perhaps not the most original, but he didn't care; he'd save the ingenuity for pickup lines.
The Jedi didn't dignify this with a response, just slashing at Reiv's head. Reiv flipped back to avoid it, and then leapt at the Jedi's head, lightsaber first. The Jedi ducked, but Reiv was prepared for this, and twisted to kick him in the head. Startled, the Jedi stumbled, and with that Reiv brought his lightsaber down to decapitate him.
The Sith stepped over the body, deactivating his lightsaber again. “Too slow, Jedi!”
There wasn't a one-size fits all Sith one-liners handbook, but if there was, Reiv would have read every page.
