Post by kritter on Feb 21, 2012 2:46:12 GMT -5
Name: Delvan Los
Race: Togruta
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 146lbs
Appearance: Delvan Los retains a typical Togruta pigmentation of dark red with a black patterning upon his skin and the occasional white dash here and there upon his arms or legs. He is small for a Togruta and always has been both in stature and frame, he never particularly filled out in his youth and many a time found himself the butt of a joke in the jedi order for it. However as a Togruta Del was quick to laugh along despite the irritation and always forced a smile. This was of course before everything changed for Delvan and he was forced into a claustrophobic mobile life support unit known as the Lazarus MK I. The suit forever changed how Delvan would look to others, no longer the smiling young jedi but a menacing mechanical structure that should not have been. Del has however taken to decorating the Lazarus with trophies from his kills as is the tradition on his homeworld. After he killed his old jedi master and his new apprentice, Del shattered their lightsaber crystals and creating some intricate jewellery with them which now hangs from his vambraces and battleskirt, a constant reminder for the price of betrayal.
Personality: Del is an almost exact mirror of his younger self, the young Togruta from the academy who loved to be surrounded by friends is gone. The Lazarus has completely changed him, he feels trapped in an inescapable prison his choices are death or torture, yet a fear of the unknown has him constantly choose the latter. Del does not like to fraternize, it makes him uncomfortable to talk with another about anything other than business now that he feels little more than a potent weapon.
In battle Del usually retains his jedi calmness and is able to thoroughly assess the situation. Often enough however if things start to go wrong Del can become enraged at his plight, blaming the Lazarus for his shortcomings, he switches to Ataru and begins a relentless force-fuelled assault, not stopping until he is either forced or his opponent lies at his feet. The Lazarus also has destroyed any opportunity for a romance in Del's life, he used to ponder it in his younger years at the academy but not only is he repulsive, he finds himself absolutely incapable of finding another attractive due to his seething jealousy of their intact bodies.
Birth place: Shili
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi/Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan/Prophet
Bio:
Delvan was born on Shili to one of the small settlements that make up the community of Togruta on the planet. His mother and father were both admirable and contributing members to the society, both with multiple trophies from the Akul, who would have guessed how differently their son would turn out? However there wasn't very much time for Del to become accustomed to his parents, in truth he doesn't have much more than vague recollections of a mother's soft embrace. Three years after his birth a Nautolan jedi master by the name of Ki'Fassa visited the planet on a routine search for force sensitive children. The Togruta have been contributing members to the jedi order since its establishment and this day would prove to be no different.
Ki'Fassa quickly identified Delvan Los as a Force sensitive and although his parents were understandably upset to hear of it, their pride at giving birth to a future guardian of the galaxy far outweighed this. They gladly gave up their son in the hopes that someday he would be one of the most respected members of civilized society. Del did not really possess the mental capacity at this point to fully understand what was happening, but he did know that he would never see his parents again, that they had gladly given him to this stranger he had not met before, he felt hurt and betrayed. Ki’Fassa, being a Nautolan picked up on this quickly and reassured the boy, trying to lead him away from the fear that was growing inside him, he could not explain to Del why fear was bad as he wouldn’t understand the concept, just that he had no reason to be scared.
Initiation into the order was smooth for the young Togruta, he made friends with the other younglings and actually enjoyed learning about this mysterious new ‘Force’ he liked his masters and often tried to bother them with questions they had already answered in the lesson so as to speak to them some more, or in the hopes of learning more about the force. When it came time to test out the younglings’ telekinetic abilities, Del proved to be quite the prospect, he already seemed to have a very basic grasp of moving objects through the force. However every strength has a deficiency and Delvan is no different. In a routine training lesson whereby the younglings would blindfold themselves and attempt to deflect stun bolts from a small droid, Delvan was taken by surprise when a youngling nearby who had failed to block any bolts swung out viciously in an attempt to strike the droid. He missed and instead struck Del across the face, badly burning him and sending him crashing to the floor. The Togruta was taken quickly to be healed and he suffered no permanent damage, not even a mark. Yet he now had an inbuilt reluctance to pick up a training saber again. This obviously led to the younglings’ training in the saber proving to be absolutely lacking as he took in almost nothing from his masters and was wary every time he held the saber. And yet with his time no longer split between contemplating the force and contemplating saber combat, he found himself with all the time in the world to dwell on the mysteries of the force.
At the grand old age of 10 Youngling Delvan Los had completed his initiate trials, he had begrudgingly learned the basics of the shii-cho lightsaber form. And yet, completing the trials did not immediately guarantee a master, plenty of younglings complete the trials. Delvan needed a way to stand out from the crowd, he was eager to begin true tutelage under a sole master and really unlock the mysteries of the force. Luckily the annual apprentice tournament was coming up, and now would be Delvan’s time to shine, his dedication to the force far outweighed any of his potential competition and a simple lightsaber was no match for his telekinetic abilities, which had grown much in the last few years. In the last weeks before the tournament, while all other younglings practiced their combat skills, Delvan meditated upon the force.
Finally the day arrived when he would make his mark on the jedi order, the tournament was to begin on this day. Delvan was not worried, his deficiency with lightsabers meant little when he could strike an opponent with his mind. The first round was with a Twilek female name Rasarah, she stood at a ready position with her training saber held in the classic shi-cho form. Delvan grinned at her and was greeted with a playful wink, he had seen this girl around before, she was quite pretty and did in fact seem to be good fun. But now was not the time to be distracted, Delvan had something to prove to all the masters and knights who had flocked to witness the tournament and before this day was through they would be clamouring to have him as their apprentice.
As the round started Delvan raised his hands to before him, he concentrated and let the force flow through him, he closed his eyes and..Ssst. He cried out in pain and leapt back with confusion clearly etched onto his features, Rasarah meanwhile simply smiled at the boy she was now face to face with and brought her saber back to a defensive position. Delvan’s face crunched up in frustration, she was quicker than he had anticipated, or perhaps Del was slower? It mattered little, the loser was decided after three strikes, he had all the time in the world. The Togruta quickly dashed backwards, using the force to push himself slightly quicker along the floor and out of his opponent’s reach. Or so he thought. Rasarah made a quick step towards him and extended with her saber, singing his chest with the tip of the blade, Del winced in pain but saw his opportunity. Reaching out with the force he grasped Rasarah’s blade a ripped it from her grasp, sending the hilt clattering along the floor, the Togruta followed up with a force push which managed to knock the Twi’lek from her feet. Delvan seized his chance and rushed upon the girl with the intention of placing her in an arm lock. However upon getting close, Rasarah’s eyes lit up with the telling sign of opportunity, she skidded along the floor and reached out, taking hold of the saber from Del’s belt and ignited it, grazing and burning the boy’s arm.
Del blinked in surprise as the overseer walked between the two and raised her hand between them, proclaiming Rasarah the winner of round one. The Twi’lek handed Del back his training saber, bowed and thanked him before turning to leave. Del felt ashamed of himself, the pride he had once held within himself dissipated as he was humbled practically by his own stubbornness, perhaps something he deserved.
It was difficult to find a quiet place on Corouscant but Del managed it, or perhaps he just blocked out the noise of the outside world. He was caught up in his failure and sat in an outer area of the temple staring out at nothing in particular, wondering if the force really could win over the pure ferocity and speed of a saber wielding opponent. He felt a familiar presence approach and turned to see Master Ki’Fassa walking towards him with a knowing expression on his features. The two spoke for some time about what had gone wrong in the battle with Rasarah, his overconfidence and his apparently surprising (if unrefined) aptitude for force techniques. Ki’Fassa himself was a jedi who focussed on training in the ways of the force much like Del hoped to one day become. After their talk, and much to Delvan’s surprise and pleasure, the young Togruta found himself offered the opportunity to become Master Ki’Fassa’s padawan learner. Del jumped at the opportunity, he had always held Ki’Fassa in high regard since he had come to the temple and the chance to learn from him was one that could not possibly be let slip.
Del stood before his master with his hands behind his back and his feet shoulder width apart, the perfect picture of a ready student, his eyes were focussed on the nautolan before him, eager to begin the training he had been waiting years for. Ki'fassa had arranged their first formal meeting as master and pupil but a few days after the apprenticeship had been approved by the council, the two met in a small courtyard outside of the temple. Ki'fassa was sat opposite his new padawan and grinned at him, he told the youngster to calm down and relax, they would be together for in excess of a decade and had no need of such formalities as standing to attention. Del was somewhat confused but nevertheless he slowly approached his master and sat next to him on the stone steps of the courtyard.
The two entered into a discussion about defensive techniques and Del was quick to highlight the lightsaber as a great form of defense against blaster bolts and other saber wielding foes. Ki'Fassa nodded slowly before pointing out that Del had failed to even touch his saber during the duel with Rasarah, that his reliance on the force was his biggest downfall when he had no idea how to defend himself with it, Ki'Fassa recognized that although Del appreciated the use of a lightsaber, he had no taste for it.
Ki'Fassa produced a small non-lethal blaster from within his robes and handed it to Delvan, instructing the padawan to fire the weapon at his new master. After a small amount of persuasion the padawan relented and fired, Ki'fassa raised his hand to the bolt and just before impact it seemed to bounce off some form of invisible barrier and ricocheted harmlessly into the sky. Delvan was stunned at his master's use of the force, Ki'Fassa explained that this was Force Deflection, something that was quite simple in application but took much skill and control, it was not a skill that Delvan would be able to learn overnight and this was something he would have to get used to when it came to the force. Unraveling the mysteries of such a power will take time and while Deflection is one of the more simple cases, it would still not be easy. However Master Ki'Fassa was adamant that Delvan learn this technique, its use extended past only blaster fire and with Delvan's reluctance to use a lightsaber, this was something that would be necessary to him.
Almost exactly a year after the tournament and Delvan had begun to see some success with the Force Deflection technique, whilst still far off his master’s prowess he was able to deflect blaster fire and had taken to practicing this whenever possible with the Twi’lek female who had bested him during the tournament. Rasarah and Delvan had become fast friends after she had been assigned to Master Kavros, a Twi’lek like her who was on very good terms with Master Ki’Fassa. Whilst Rasarah showed little interest or ability with the force, she was a fine student of the saber and in repayment for helping him train, Delvan was often her training dummy when she wanted to practice her lightsaber techniques. Whilst the young Togruta would not agree, this proved beneficial for him as his skill with the saber also increased.
Noticing this, it was not long before Ki’Fassa took Delvan to Ilum so that he could begin the process of creating his first lightsaber. The padawan could feel how strong the force was on the planet as he walked through the crystal caves, his hand brushed along shards until he eventually came to one which glowed a lilac hue. Something about this crystal just felt right to him. The padawn exited the cave with the stone in hand and found his master waiting for him. Upon their return Del was instructed that he now must meditate upon this crystal every day until he would be able to feel himself completely in tune with it. At first the padawan found this a very difficult process to work through, but after a few days he began to notice some slight changes in the crystal, it seemed to become more in tune with the apprentice and this actually pleased him.
Even with his distaste for matrial combat and sabers, Del managed to eventually fully tune the crystal with himself, it took just shy of three weeks but the process was finally complete and he was delighted to inform his master who presented him with the final pieces of his first lightsaber. In a short time the young Togruta had constructed his lightsaber and for the first time truly understood his master when he referred to the lightsaber as an extension of the jedi wielding it, the saber truly did feel like it was a part of him.
Ki'Fassa took this opportunity to instruct Del in the Niman form, it was the form most specially suited to the Togruta due to his favoritism of force abilities, the style would allow him to become competent with the blade without distracting him from his other studies and proved to be most effective when used in conjunction with the force. Delvan was particularly pleased with this, though still joked that he may as well simply attach a weight to his belt for all the times he would be using his saber.
By the time Delvan was 16 he had begun to make strides as a jedi padawan, his ability with the saber was not as feeble as it had once been and his strength in the force had only grown, his telekinetic abilities showing the most potential, he could suspend multiple people in the air with the force and move substantial weights. He also now often accompanied his master on missions which were not solely diplomatic and was not entirely useless on them either, there had been one occasion where Delvan had even managed to save Ki'Fassa's life by using force deflection to shield them both from an explosion in a hidden science facility on Onderron. Admittedly Delvan had sprung the trap which caused the explosion but it did not take away from the fact that he could at times have a use.
The young padawan's training with Rasarah had also continued at a steady pace and the two would consider each other something close to best friends. yet in recent years, teenage years, there had been something more sparking between the two and they both felt it, though neither of them would care to admit to it being that they were aiming to become jedi knights of the order. Though the more time the two spent with each other, the more their feelings grew. This however did not stop the two from training with each other, not being able to see the other seemed a horrible thing and so they met as often as possible.
It was on one such evening that things became particularly tricky for the two young padawans, their sabers clashed in the twilight sending sparks flying around the dark alcove, briefly lighting it with an appealing purple and blue contrast. By now Rasarah had become a competent practitioner of the makashi form whilst Del was slowly making progress with Niman. He had learned some of the weaknesses of the makashi form and on this night intended to expose them, the complete lack of momentum in the blade meant that a makashi practioner's parries and attacks could be easily knocked aside if chance presented itself. Rasarah made one of her trademark thrusts to the head which Del had become somewhat accustomed to, he ducked under the blade and span whilst rapidly rising to his full height, twirling his indigo saber through the air as he did so and building up a great kinetic force in the blade. He struck out and knocked Rasarah's blade skyward, with his off hand he struck out with a flat palm to his opponent and used the force to push her up against a tree. The Togruta quickly capitalized on his opportunity and dashed to place his blade at her throat.
the two stood motionless for a time, faces inches from each other, chests rising and falling rapidly as they both breathed heavily from exertion. With a snap, the blade disappeared and both grasped at each other sharing a passionate kiss in the heat of the moment. Neither was thinking of the potential consequences of their actions or of their training to resist this sort of temptation, both were simply caught up in each other's embrace, and years of frustration. Recklessly, they shared the stars that night.
In the morning the two would endulge in one last kiss before a hefty discussion about the possible repercussions of what hey had let happen, there was a burning desire left in the pit of their stomachs but they knew that this was not something that could continue lest they risk expulsion from the order. They agreed to resist what they both wanted for the sake of the order and to do their utmost to bury their feelings deep within themselves to avoid detection.
By 17 Del and Rasarah had given in to their desires a handful of times and the feelings they shared were rapidly growing into something much more substantial, at this rate it was only a matter of time before they were found out and expelled. Although neither of the two realized that it was becoming more and more dangerous for them as jedi. It was around this time that both Ki'Fassa and Kavros were given a mission to investigate the disappearance of a master and his padawan on Ilum. Naturally this was assumed to be a malicious attack rather than a simple case of a missing man. There were not many things in the galaxy that could endanger a jedi master but Ki'Fassa and Kavros had become well known for a unique brand of teamwork involving both mastery of the force and the lightsaber to overcome almost any obstacle. The two masters also chose to bring their padawans as it provided a unique opportunity for field experience in a hopefully controlled environment thanks to the presence of the two masters.
However neither of the masters could have expected what awaited for them on Ilum. The master and his padawan had gone missing in one of the crystal caverns just the day before. Investigation of these caverns lead to a disturbing discovery, a dark jedi master and his apprentice were found razing the cavern, no doubt in an attempt to restrict the jedi in creating any more lightsabers. Immediately, sabers were ignited as the two groups eyed each other up, the dark jedi were outnumbered two to one but their pride would not let them any disadvantages. There was a brief reprieve before the fighting as masters and apprentices split off to come face to face with each other, Kavros took this opportunity to accuse the dark jedi of killing the master and padawan whom they had come to search for, he got no reply and the battle started.
Rasarah lead the attack against the dark apprentice, he wielded two crimson sabers and appeared to perhaps be two or three years older than the jedi. Del frowned and attacked the apprentice from an opposite angle in order to increase their chance of success. The apprentice however seemed fully able to defend against their saber attacks, this obviously frustrated the young Twi'lek who began attacking with more ferocity.
Del became worried by Rasarah's behaviour, he took a quick step backwards and making an elaborate slash in the air, used the force to pull the apprentice into the path of his blade. The apprentice was taken by surprise but quickly regained his concentration, unfortunately Del had made the tactical error of taking Rasarah out of the fight against a superior oppponent. The apprentice slashed Delvan's lightsaber in half and, using the force to amplify his strength, struck out at the Togruta sending him skidding along the floor. Rasarah panicked to see Del hit so hard, she momentarily lost concentration as she watched him fall, just long enough for the apprentice's lightsaber to find its home in her abdomen.
Rasarah looked surprised to see the blade in her stomach, her fading eyes drifted to Del and he felt a wave of emotion from her. It wasn't like telepathy, there was no voiced message, but the emotions were strong enough to let him plainly see how she felt. She loved him. The Togruta roared in rage as she collapsed to the floor, the force flowed through him with such power he felt he could do anything, the dark apprentice was lifted into the air spread eagled. The look of pain on his face was not enough, he wanted to rend this man limb from limb, such was his anger and sorrow. Ki'Fassa could feel the overwhelming emotions from the other battle and turned to see the situation as it unfolded, he cried out for Delvan to stop but it was too late. The apprentice screamed in pain moments before his body was literally ripped in half through the force.
Delvan then turned his sights on the remaining jedi master, he felt had enough power to take on three masters even, his rage gave him strength. As he dashed to join the battle he found himself lifted into the air, surprisingly it was his own master Ki'Fassa who was disabling him. Before the Togruta could demand an explanation from his master, he was thrown into the cave wall with enough force to knock him cleanly unconscious.
When Delvan awoke it was to the bloodied face of his master Ki'Fassa, for a moment he was confused, forgetting what had taken place. But all too soon the recent minutes flooded back to him, his rage returned and he launched himself to his feet. But the dark jedi was no longer present, Del shouted at Ki'Fassa, demanding to know what had happened. The Nautolan's face creased in bitter regret, he explained that the brief moment Ki'Fassa had take to remove Del from the equation had been all their opponent had needed, he neutralized Ki'Fassa with swift use of the force and was able to overcome and severely wound Kavros in single combat, he had then fled the caverns and likely the planet. Delvan felt the sudden urge to strike out at his master, but this soon dissipated as his eyes fell upon Rasarah's lifeless form.
The young padawan stumbled to her side and fell to his knees, anger was replaced with a profound sense of loss and sorrow, he placed a hand on her back as if to measure whether or not she was actually real. Ki'Fassa came to Del's side and placed a hand upon the boy's shoulder, in the last few moments of her life everything had become clear, he tried to apologise but there really was nothing he could do for Del other than reassure him that she was now one with the Force, that although it seemed an impossibility at this point, he should rejoice for her. Upon hearing this something within the Togruta snapped, it did not cause him to fall into a rage but it planted the seeds of doubt. How could such an event call for celebration? The happiness he had experienced with Rasarah was beautiful, how could it be banned? The power that had coursed through him upon giving in to his rage..
A year later and Delvan Los was now a fully grown Togruta adult, although he may not seem like it due to his deficient height. After the mission to Ilum Rasarah's body had been ritually burned and with her Del had felt a part of himself disappear. Master Ki'Fassa had many long discussions with the boy about what he had done to the apprentice in the caverns, about his lapse in control over his emotions and about his relationship with the Twi'lek. Del had not been corrupted by his brief use of the dark side, he had no desire to conquer the galaxy or kick puppies, all he had were doubts that the jedi order was perhaps the infallible organisation it seemed to set itself up as, that the jedi may in fact be limiting themselves.
The Togruta built himself a new lightsaber after his last was destroyed by the dark apprentice he had killed. He now had quite a lot of experience in using his saber in battle and because of this, he knew that his own attacks were not powerful and that he most often succeeded when attacking from angles that the opponent was not used to defending, for example making a slight deviation from a specific attack of a specific style. Calling upon this experience, Del was able to deduce that a curved hilt lightsaber would be perfect for his own style as it addressed these flaws.
Often Delvan would think back on his master's advice to be happy for Rasarah, and every time he did it would sicken him more, it almost seemed cruel, he didn't understand how Ki'Fassa could justify such treatment. What would happen if Delvan had been the one to die? Would Ki'Fassa be happy about it? It was enough to make him doubt his place, he often saw his master as a sort of father figure, but what sort of father would be pleased at a son's death? Without Rasarah and with his lack of trust for his master, the young Togruta felt more alone that he ever had, he began to shun the friends he had made over the years, knowing all too well that they had been indoctrinated with the same disregard for life that the jedi seemed to promote. It was a terrible thing to realize and it left Del confused.
Soon after this the jedi council summoned Del and Ki'Fassa to present them with a simple enough mission, they were to travel to Corellia and investigate the kidnapping of an important politician's daughter. Ki'Fassa saw this as an opportunity to distract Delvan from his dangerous musings and jumped at the mission. Del was less enthused, having fallen into a lapse of apathy, however he had no choice but to accompany his master to the planet Corellia on what he considered a mission far below the skills of two jedi.
Upon arrival Delvan and Ki'Fassa were greeted by the politician, he was apparently a central figure on the planet and would soon be vying for control, the council considered political allies a boon. The politician revealed that his daughter had been missing for just over 3 days now and he had recently recieved a holo message from a local slaver named Kriosk, he claimed to have the girl in captivity and demanding an outrageous sum of credits for her release. Apparently giving in to these demands would make the politician seem weak and would obviously fund a dangerous crime syndicate, something that could not be afforded n Corellia. Del's face contorted as he listened to the man speak and his stomach twisted with a growing anger, why was it that the jedi and everyone close to them cared nothing for the individuals that surrounded them? This man refused to pay the ransom simply because it may weaken his political position, instead he would risk her safety by sending a team to take her by force. The Togruta did his best to suppress these feelings however, he did not want to run the risk of his master discovering how he had been battling with his emotions ever since Rasarah's death, it would only complicate matters.
The jedi spent much of the next two days in the poor quarter, posing as simple travelers who had managed to scrape together enough money to leave their home world of Nar Shaddaa and start a new life on a new planet. They had chosen the poor quarter as they knew that this would be where slavery was most prevalent, measly specimens would be plucked from the streets, or unfortunate men and women who could not afford to pay gambling debts, forced to into a life of thankless labour where the only escape was death. Their mission necessitated discretion, as two new arrivals in the poor quarter it was only a matter of time before the local crime lords would send representatives to set up 'protection' or some other such service.
Delvan spent the two days in almost complete solitude whilst his master spent most of his time exploring their surroundings, spreading the word of the two arrivals in the hopes that the attention would bring the visit they sought. The Togruta's confinement had him meditating in the quarters they had rented at a local bar, his control over the force was becoming more impressive with each passing year, recently he had been experimenting with the kinetic pressures that could be applied through the force, in almost exactly the opposite of what he had done to the dark apprentice over a year ago, Del now attempted to focus the force into a tight grip, squeezing until his target was completely crushed. This ability was not something easily mastered and the padawan had encountered great difficulty in training it, however he was now able to crush most objects he attempted to. This was demonstrated as each of the objects that floated around the Togruta in his meditation was demolished by the force, one by one they seemed to simply crumple. A chair, a table, a knife and a picture frame. All destroyed by the sheer strength of Del's connection to the force.
It was not soon enough when the newcomers were finally approached by two burly human males who looked to have a taste for brutality. The men barged their way into the lodgings rented by Del and Ki'Fassa in the middle of the night, grabbed the two by their collars and dragged them to their feet. The jedi at this point were still maintaining the guise of simple travelers, any retaliation would have them be instantly found out and all of this would have been for nothing. The two jedi played their part well, demanding to know what the meaning of the intrusion was and who these men worked for. The bigger, uglier brute sneered, revealing a couple of missing teeth, he informed the jedi that their 'new landlord' wanted to meet with them. Delvan had to suppress a smile, this was far too easy.
The two were blindfolded and taken to an undisclosed location, of course with their finely tuned senses, the pair would easily be able to find their way back to the destination if need be. A quick trip later and the blindfolds were removed, the jedi could see that they were now in a large conference hall. The walls were about twenty feet high and split at key sections to reveal parts of the city through expensive, glass view points, through these view points it could be noted that Kriosk preferred to conduct his business from the very top of a mind numbingly tall complex. All about the conference hall were armed guards, fixing the jedi with hostile gazes, directly in front of the two however was Kriosk, the Bith slave trader sat upon a large chair and fixing the two with an uneasy gaze. Behind him, bound within a cage was the politician's daughter, she didn't look to be in particularly bad physical condition but was at this time either unconscious or asleep.
The Bith identified himself as Kriosk, their target, he opened his arms wide as if to embrace them from afar and let out the laugh of a man who thought himself invulnerable. He began an obviously prepared and recycled speech about how he was the master of the little city they had chosen to live in and how he demanded rent. But to the bith's distaste he was cut off by Ki'fassa who took a few steps closer to the slaver, he introduced himself and Delvan as jedi here to take the girl back to her father and offered Kriosk the chance to return her peacefully. The bith was overcome with a sudden fear and instantly ordered his men to attack. After many years of teamwork and companionship, a master and his padawan often become so in tune they do not need to communicate to form a plan, this was the case with Delvan and Ki'Fassa. In unison the two reached out with the force, lifting multiple guards into the air and sending them crashing into unconsciousness against the walls of the room, within seconds lightsabers flew to the jedi's hands and snapped into life. Kriosk roared in a rage and pulled hard on a lever next to his throne which caused the floor beneath Delvan to part, the young padawan fell while his master continued to do battle with the guards.
Delvan landed gracefully into a sandpit, it wasn't much of a drop but there was still very little light in this new area. the padawan cursed himself for his carelessness, his master would now have to face a large number of opponents by himself and although Delvan had no doubt Ki'Fassa was up to the challenge, it was still not a situation he favored. Delvan looked about himself, it seemed that this was some sort of execution pit, there were skeletons scattered across the sands and no conceivable way out for any non-force user. Then the Togruta noticed something unusual, the walls were stone, stone was strong, these stone walls had deep chunks missing from them, it was as if something had gouged out pieces of the walls, suddenly the jedi did not feel so at ease in his current situation. Worse was yet to come.
Delvan's lightsaber blade fizzled from existence as he deactivated it in the hopes of not attracting whatever it was that had damaged the walls of his temporary prison. However he would not be so lucky. There was a deep rumble from one of the large shadowy recesses afforded by the dim light of the pit, a cave like structure that had gone unnoticed. There was a tudding as whatever it was moved towards Delvan, whatever it was, it was huge and the stench of it was almost overpowering. It was now clear that the skeletons were not here just to have been killed, they were food for this creature. Delvan backed up as out of the shadows emerged a rancor, not quite fully grown but still a horrifying sight, the jedi felt a small amount of panic in the pit of his stomach as he took in the enormity of his new opponent.
As the rancor laid eyes on its prey, it let out a bone chilling roar and rushed for Delvan, whose lightsaber crackled back into life. The beast reached out to grab the jedi with one of its monstrous hands, Delvan replied with a long swing which took of one of its fingers, the creature screamed with rage and pain. Striking out with the opposite hand, it caught Del before he had a chance to respond. The young jedi was sent flying into one of the pit walls, the wind was knocked out of his lungs and he felt at least two ribs brake thanks to the impact. The Togruta rasped and wheezed on the floor for a moment whilst the rancor seemed to lament in its pain at losing a finger.
However all too soon the beast renewed its attack, Del was forced to return to his feet, a long swipe from the rancor was ducked and a crushing hand dodged as the padawan dashed behind his foe and began gathering force energy into his body. The rancor roared in frustration as it swung around and attempted to squash this menacing bug with a flat palm, Del had other plans however. The Togruta blasted at the rancor's hand as it came over him, the palm simply hovered above the jedi's head as he fought back the brute's strength with his force power. With a cry he forced the hand away into the dirt, the rancor screamed with anger and tried again with its other hand. Yet it was faced with the same obstacle and ultimately, this attack too was beaten back.
Delvan's breathing was getting heavy, sweat formed on his brow and fear was starting to take hold in his stomach, he could not keep this up forever, he had to take action. The rancor screamed again and brought both hands together as if to clap in the hopes of completely crushing this little foe. Delvan's arms shot out in reply, one to either side to stop this attack, he gasped under the exertion as the rancor's arms were slowly beaten back, much to the creature's frustration. Delvan manipulated the force slowly to wrap around the beast's arms and he roared as his hands snapped closed into a fist. The rancor had never known pain like this, its arms literally imploded under the pressure of the force, bones were decimated and muscles absolutely destroyed, the beast slumped to its knees as Delvan slowly approached, his breathing now as if he had just finished a marathon. The jedi's lightsaber was ignited and burned furiously, his face held a look of scorn as he leaped abover the creature, bringing the purple blade down to penetrate the rancor's skull and met with naught but a weak moan. Delvan saw his opportunity and took it, leaping from atop the rancor's cranium he exited the pit and rejoined the fight above.
As Delvan reentered the "throne room" he found only bodies, clutching his side and wincing with each step he took the Togruta slowly moved towards a vast clear window which had been shattered in the fighting. He stepped over the bodies of Kriosk and several of his guards, all with obvious lightsaber wounds, it seemed his master really hadn't needed him for this fight at all. Some ways out of the window Del could see the smiling face of his master poking out of a speeder he had acquired, in the seat next to Ki'Fassa was the still unconscious girl. The Togruta returned the smile and waved, he prepared to leap onto the speeder when he heard footsteps behind him. Del span round to investigate the source of the noise and found one guard still alive, holding a missile launcher directed straight at the jedi. Del had already overexerted himself with the rancor, his eyes widened as the guard pulled the trigger. Del's fear took hold, he did not want to die. It was this fear that ultimately saved his life, the fear bred a desperation which Del had not felt before and has not felt since. Through this desperation he was able to use the force delfection his master had taught him, the technique he had been perfecting all these years. Though with the Togruta's fatigue, it was not as effective as it could have been. The missile exploded on impact with Delvan's force shield and shattered it, the force of the blast shook the entire building and brought down the wall which had housed the window. Ki'Fassa could only watch in horror as his apprentice died before him, he left as quickly as was possible, no one could survive a hit like that and he could still save the girl.
Delvan lay beneath the rubble, barely conscious, his entire body had been horrifically burned, the common clothes he had worn as a disguise were in parts disintegrated and in others, fused to his flesh through the sheer heat of the explosion. All sound was muffled and everything seemed much darker than it had previously been, both the Togruta's hearing and eyesight had been severely damaged. Del was not only burned but crushed under the tremendous weight of the stone upon him, his bones were fractured and splintered to an incredible degree. The Togruta could feel a horrendous pain shooting through his back and knew that his spine had been damaged, that he would never naturally move again, he couldn't even feel most of his body, either due to the severe burn damage or damaged nerves, he could not tell.
Delvan should be dead, but that fear of death, of the unknown kept him alive, he refused to die, to let go of his life. As he turned his head he could see a shadowy glimpse of his master's speeder leaving. Ki'Fassa was leaving his apprentice to die alone under the rubble! The fear in Del's stomach turned to anger, how could the Nautolan betray him like this? Had they not cared for each other for the last eight years? Did they not owe each other their lives on multiple occasions? Then he remembered the master's views on death and his anger became hate, pure, seething hate. Ki'Fassa did not care for him, never had. The Togruta tried to scream in his rage but all his charred vocal chords would do was screech, he vowed to himself right then that he would not rest until Ki'Fassa had paid for his betrayal. The dark side of the force surged through the Togruta, allowing him to cling on to life for a while longer.
Minutes later, the rubble which covered the padawan was blasted aside, a black figure marched towards the charred and burned shell which once was Delvan Los. All the jedi could make out was a dark shadow that peered over him, he wanted to lash out with the force, destroy this figure for even looking at him, but it was all he could do to stay alive. A voice spoke out to him, it was difficult to understand with his damaged ears but there was a tone of recognition. The voice offered Del power and a chance for revenge , in exchange it requested only his obedience and loyalty. The Togruta could feel the presence of the dark side within this creature, he knew the promises were not empty ones, the dark side was power, even with his destroyed body he could feel its strength. The Togruta quickly agreed as he finally lost consciousness.
It was a process which took months, Delvan had been rescued from certain death and quickly hooked up to life support while he was transported to a vessel which roamed the outer skirts of the known galaxy, keeping itself hidden in anonymity with the help of a top of the line stealth generator. The owner of the ship had used his affinity with the force to amass a huge fortune and now there was little he could not purchase or fund should he desire to. He already had a scientific research team at his disposal, kidnapped and kept prisoner, yet also held as lavishly as the situation allowed.
It was this team that worked tirelessly to construct the Lazarus Mk I, a technological triumph and feat of cybernetic engineering. The Lazarus was a suit created specifically for Delvan Los which would allow his damaged body to function even better than it had done before the incident which stripped so much from him and most importantly, would allow him to live without relying on external life support systems. The process however was so much more than just fitting a suit onto the body, the scientists did their best to encourage as much natural healing as was possible, they added implants wherever they thought it was needed to restore function, this included the ears and eyes, they also created cybernetics specifically for the suit which would strengthen and improve Delvan's muscles, increasing his speed and strength beyond that of what a regular near-human might be able to achieve. The armour also made use of a rare metal known as ultrachrome, this was chosen simply for the highly likely situation in which Delvan would come up against another saber wielding opponent.
Ultimately though, Del was now an agent of the dark side and so his armour was created to inspire fear and horror in all those who looked upon him. The dark master who had recruited him wanted people to look upon this manifestation of evil and instantly lose their willpower, he wanted to create something unique for the jedi to remember and flee from. In this he had succeeded.
When Delvan finally awoke after the months of induced coma, he screamed through the force, reliving the last moments of intense pain he had suffered before losing consciousness on Corellia. glass in close proximity to the Togruta was shattered and steel chairs and desks were warped as a telekinetic shockwave filled the room. Delvan's head sunk to his chest, for a man who had slept so long, he was exhausted. Del was clamped to a medical table in what appeared to be a small laboratory, it took him a moment to realize that he was wearing a full facemask, the Togruta was confused, his eyes seemed to work perfectly, his ears could pick up a rapid pattering of footsteps and raised voices just as clearly as they would have before Corellia. Del was confused, he spoke shouted out to no particular person that he demanded to know what had happened to him, to his surprise it was the suit he now wore which answered him.
The HUD on the facemask came to life at the former jedi's voice, it detailed to him the process of creation for the Lazarus, the extent of his injuries and the surgery he had undergone at the hands of the medical team funded by an unknown investor. A harsh cold spread through the Togruta's body as he saw the extent of what had been done to him, in order to preserve his life they had taken everything that made him alive. He was horrified, and as the door to the lab slid open to reveal three human males, his anger spilled over. The Togruta exploded through the force, the shackles which bound him to the table were torn away as paper and sent crashing into the walls. The scientists had done this to him, they would pay. Del's mind was blank of all but rage, he dragged two screaming men towards him through the force and took hold of their necks in each hand. Using the enhanced strength they had given him, he crushed them like twigs. The last begged for mercy, claiming they had only been trying to help him. He was not interested in excuses.
The Togruta stumbled through the halls of the ship, he found it was not going to be a quick process to get used to the way his legs now worked, they almost felt alien to him. A quick question to his suit had once again revealed the information he desired, he was aboard The Impirium, a private vessel registered to an unknown individual, likely the same who had entrapped him within this suit. Delvan seethed in his darker emotions, anger, despair and shame fueled his power, he could feel the dark side flowing through him and it gave him strength, enough to carry out his revenge.
On the bridge, Delvan was confronted with something he had not expected. The dark master he already hated, whom he had met before on Ilum. This was the man who had trained the young apprentice that had killed Rasarah little more than a year ago, enshrouded in dark robes, Delvan still knew it was him, a face he would never forget even having only had a brief glimpse of it. The two engaged in a short force duel before Del was beaten back against one of the high durasteel walls, even through the dark side he was no match for this man.
Delvan screamed at him, blaming him for the death of Rasarah and for taking away everything that made him who he was, replacing it with this abomination which covered his body. The master rebuked this, stating he was simply a better teacher than the jedi masters, that it was their fault for not teaching Rasarah how to best her opponents as he had. The master promised power, power enough to have his revenge on the true culprits behind the death of his love, the jedi who had failed her. He claimed the suit was the first step in this, that it offset his natural weaknesses in terms strength and speed. He presented the Togruta with two choices, either relent and accept him as his master or die, Delvan felt the same fear in his stomach as on Corellia when he was barely alive, the thought of death was something that chilled him to the bone. He dropped to his knees and finally agreed, the rage within him had not subsided, would not subside.
Over the next few years Delvan would become accustomed to his new body, utilizing his enhanced strength and speed to see himself through impossibly rigorous training imposed upon him by his new master, Drashuk. The man grilled his apprentice constantly from morning till eve and often engaged in practice duels with Del. It was during the very first of these duels that Drashuk chastised Delvan for practicing Niman as his main saber style, he claimed that it was not aggressive enough for him to fully make use of the dark side during combat, Drashuk claimed he needed to give himself to his emotions during combat and live in the moment, allowing himself to enjoy the thrill of battle and also make use of the strength and speed that his body now provided. To this end Drashuk directed his young apprentice to Ataru.
Lightsaber: Los utilizes a single phase curved hilt lightsaber for dueling, he made this choice after realizing that curved hilt sabers fit much better in the wielder's palm allowing for more power without any loss of accuracy, also due to the curvature of the hilt, the angle of attack is slightly altered which can throw off an opponent and any advantage in combat is welcomed.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru: 3
Niman: 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 9
Telepathic: 6
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 7
Healing: 2
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection
Force Rend
Force Crush
Force Repulse
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 8
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample: Another extermination order. Delvan was getting sick of these, his master knew how powerful the young Togruta was becoming and sought every possibility to send him away, to the far reaches of the galaxy on useless hunts for pitiful targets. This was likely only so that the weakling could gather power, Del could sense his fear, even so far away he could smell it creeping up Drashuk's spine. It sickened him. "Docking" The navicomputer shook Del from his contemplation as the ship's landing gear extended and the trees of Kashyyk completely blocked out the light.
The landing ramp descended into the earth and the Dark Jedi's feet soon followed, Del made use of a small switch on his wrist control and the landing ramp returned to its previous position, the ship deactivated all but the most necessary functions, it would be impossible to detect down here. "So this is it" Delvan's mechanical voice clawed its way over the reciever as his masked face took in his new surroundings. All around him he could hear the call of the wildlife and the movements of the many animals, he knew that it was warm here but he couldn't feel it due to his suit's thermal management system. He knew the air was more humid but he couldn't taste it due to his rebreather. He put a hand out on to the bark of one of kashyyk's ancient trees, he knew what bark felt like, but he would never touch it again through his armourweave.
A profound sorrow began to build within the dark jedi's stomach followed almost immediately by a crippling rage. He let out a roar that crackled over his reciever and smashed a fist into the tree, splintering and crushing the bark within a diameter of two feet from the point of impact. He took his hand away from the tree and stared at the damage he had caused, he shouldn't have been able to do that. "This suit has taken everything from me"
Race: Togruta
Age: 29
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 146lbs
Appearance: Delvan Los retains a typical Togruta pigmentation of dark red with a black patterning upon his skin and the occasional white dash here and there upon his arms or legs. He is small for a Togruta and always has been both in stature and frame, he never particularly filled out in his youth and many a time found himself the butt of a joke in the jedi order for it. However as a Togruta Del was quick to laugh along despite the irritation and always forced a smile. This was of course before everything changed for Delvan and he was forced into a claustrophobic mobile life support unit known as the Lazarus MK I. The suit forever changed how Delvan would look to others, no longer the smiling young jedi but a menacing mechanical structure that should not have been. Del has however taken to decorating the Lazarus with trophies from his kills as is the tradition on his homeworld. After he killed his old jedi master and his new apprentice, Del shattered their lightsaber crystals and creating some intricate jewellery with them which now hangs from his vambraces and battleskirt, a constant reminder for the price of betrayal.
Personality: Del is an almost exact mirror of his younger self, the young Togruta from the academy who loved to be surrounded by friends is gone. The Lazarus has completely changed him, he feels trapped in an inescapable prison his choices are death or torture, yet a fear of the unknown has him constantly choose the latter. Del does not like to fraternize, it makes him uncomfortable to talk with another about anything other than business now that he feels little more than a potent weapon.
In battle Del usually retains his jedi calmness and is able to thoroughly assess the situation. Often enough however if things start to go wrong Del can become enraged at his plight, blaming the Lazarus for his shortcomings, he switches to Ataru and begins a relentless force-fuelled assault, not stopping until he is either forced or his opponent lies at his feet. The Lazarus also has destroyed any opportunity for a romance in Del's life, he used to ponder it in his younger years at the academy but not only is he repulsive, he finds himself absolutely incapable of finding another attractive due to his seething jealousy of their intact bodies.
Birth place: Shili
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Jedi/Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Padawan/Prophet
Bio:
ORIGIN
Delvan was born on Shili to one of the small settlements that make up the community of Togruta on the planet. His mother and father were both admirable and contributing members to the society, both with multiple trophies from the Akul, who would have guessed how differently their son would turn out? However there wasn't very much time for Del to become accustomed to his parents, in truth he doesn't have much more than vague recollections of a mother's soft embrace. Three years after his birth a Nautolan jedi master by the name of Ki'Fassa visited the planet on a routine search for force sensitive children. The Togruta have been contributing members to the jedi order since its establishment and this day would prove to be no different.
Ki'Fassa quickly identified Delvan Los as a Force sensitive and although his parents were understandably upset to hear of it, their pride at giving birth to a future guardian of the galaxy far outweighed this. They gladly gave up their son in the hopes that someday he would be one of the most respected members of civilized society. Del did not really possess the mental capacity at this point to fully understand what was happening, but he did know that he would never see his parents again, that they had gladly given him to this stranger he had not met before, he felt hurt and betrayed. Ki’Fassa, being a Nautolan picked up on this quickly and reassured the boy, trying to lead him away from the fear that was growing inside him, he could not explain to Del why fear was bad as he wouldn’t understand the concept, just that he had no reason to be scared.
EARLY YEARS IN THE ORDER
Initiation into the order was smooth for the young Togruta, he made friends with the other younglings and actually enjoyed learning about this mysterious new ‘Force’ he liked his masters and often tried to bother them with questions they had already answered in the lesson so as to speak to them some more, or in the hopes of learning more about the force. When it came time to test out the younglings’ telekinetic abilities, Del proved to be quite the prospect, he already seemed to have a very basic grasp of moving objects through the force. However every strength has a deficiency and Delvan is no different. In a routine training lesson whereby the younglings would blindfold themselves and attempt to deflect stun bolts from a small droid, Delvan was taken by surprise when a youngling nearby who had failed to block any bolts swung out viciously in an attempt to strike the droid. He missed and instead struck Del across the face, badly burning him and sending him crashing to the floor. The Togruta was taken quickly to be healed and he suffered no permanent damage, not even a mark. Yet he now had an inbuilt reluctance to pick up a training saber again. This obviously led to the younglings’ training in the saber proving to be absolutely lacking as he took in almost nothing from his masters and was wary every time he held the saber. And yet with his time no longer split between contemplating the force and contemplating saber combat, he found himself with all the time in the world to dwell on the mysteries of the force.
BECOMING A PADAWAN
At the grand old age of 10 Youngling Delvan Los had completed his initiate trials, he had begrudgingly learned the basics of the shii-cho lightsaber form. And yet, completing the trials did not immediately guarantee a master, plenty of younglings complete the trials. Delvan needed a way to stand out from the crowd, he was eager to begin true tutelage under a sole master and really unlock the mysteries of the force. Luckily the annual apprentice tournament was coming up, and now would be Delvan’s time to shine, his dedication to the force far outweighed any of his potential competition and a simple lightsaber was no match for his telekinetic abilities, which had grown much in the last few years. In the last weeks before the tournament, while all other younglings practiced their combat skills, Delvan meditated upon the force.
Finally the day arrived when he would make his mark on the jedi order, the tournament was to begin on this day. Delvan was not worried, his deficiency with lightsabers meant little when he could strike an opponent with his mind. The first round was with a Twilek female name Rasarah, she stood at a ready position with her training saber held in the classic shi-cho form. Delvan grinned at her and was greeted with a playful wink, he had seen this girl around before, she was quite pretty and did in fact seem to be good fun. But now was not the time to be distracted, Delvan had something to prove to all the masters and knights who had flocked to witness the tournament and before this day was through they would be clamouring to have him as their apprentice.
As the round started Delvan raised his hands to before him, he concentrated and let the force flow through him, he closed his eyes and..Ssst. He cried out in pain and leapt back with confusion clearly etched onto his features, Rasarah meanwhile simply smiled at the boy she was now face to face with and brought her saber back to a defensive position. Delvan’s face crunched up in frustration, she was quicker than he had anticipated, or perhaps Del was slower? It mattered little, the loser was decided after three strikes, he had all the time in the world. The Togruta quickly dashed backwards, using the force to push himself slightly quicker along the floor and out of his opponent’s reach. Or so he thought. Rasarah made a quick step towards him and extended with her saber, singing his chest with the tip of the blade, Del winced in pain but saw his opportunity. Reaching out with the force he grasped Rasarah’s blade a ripped it from her grasp, sending the hilt clattering along the floor, the Togruta followed up with a force push which managed to knock the Twi’lek from her feet. Delvan seized his chance and rushed upon the girl with the intention of placing her in an arm lock. However upon getting close, Rasarah’s eyes lit up with the telling sign of opportunity, she skidded along the floor and reached out, taking hold of the saber from Del’s belt and ignited it, grazing and burning the boy’s arm.
Del blinked in surprise as the overseer walked between the two and raised her hand between them, proclaiming Rasarah the winner of round one. The Twi’lek handed Del back his training saber, bowed and thanked him before turning to leave. Del felt ashamed of himself, the pride he had once held within himself dissipated as he was humbled practically by his own stubbornness, perhaps something he deserved.
It was difficult to find a quiet place on Corouscant but Del managed it, or perhaps he just blocked out the noise of the outside world. He was caught up in his failure and sat in an outer area of the temple staring out at nothing in particular, wondering if the force really could win over the pure ferocity and speed of a saber wielding opponent. He felt a familiar presence approach and turned to see Master Ki’Fassa walking towards him with a knowing expression on his features. The two spoke for some time about what had gone wrong in the battle with Rasarah, his overconfidence and his apparently surprising (if unrefined) aptitude for force techniques. Ki’Fassa himself was a jedi who focussed on training in the ways of the force much like Del hoped to one day become. After their talk, and much to Delvan’s surprise and pleasure, the young Togruta found himself offered the opportunity to become Master Ki’Fassa’s padawan learner. Del jumped at the opportunity, he had always held Ki’Fassa in high regard since he had come to the temple and the chance to learn from him was one that could not possibly be let slip.
A VALUABLE LESSON
[/b]Del stood before his master with his hands behind his back and his feet shoulder width apart, the perfect picture of a ready student, his eyes were focussed on the nautolan before him, eager to begin the training he had been waiting years for. Ki'fassa had arranged their first formal meeting as master and pupil but a few days after the apprenticeship had been approved by the council, the two met in a small courtyard outside of the temple. Ki'fassa was sat opposite his new padawan and grinned at him, he told the youngster to calm down and relax, they would be together for in excess of a decade and had no need of such formalities as standing to attention. Del was somewhat confused but nevertheless he slowly approached his master and sat next to him on the stone steps of the courtyard.
The two entered into a discussion about defensive techniques and Del was quick to highlight the lightsaber as a great form of defense against blaster bolts and other saber wielding foes. Ki'Fassa nodded slowly before pointing out that Del had failed to even touch his saber during the duel with Rasarah, that his reliance on the force was his biggest downfall when he had no idea how to defend himself with it, Ki'Fassa recognized that although Del appreciated the use of a lightsaber, he had no taste for it.
Ki'Fassa produced a small non-lethal blaster from within his robes and handed it to Delvan, instructing the padawan to fire the weapon at his new master. After a small amount of persuasion the padawan relented and fired, Ki'fassa raised his hand to the bolt and just before impact it seemed to bounce off some form of invisible barrier and ricocheted harmlessly into the sky. Delvan was stunned at his master's use of the force, Ki'Fassa explained that this was Force Deflection, something that was quite simple in application but took much skill and control, it was not a skill that Delvan would be able to learn overnight and this was something he would have to get used to when it came to the force. Unraveling the mysteries of such a power will take time and while Deflection is one of the more simple cases, it would still not be easy. However Master Ki'Fassa was adamant that Delvan learn this technique, its use extended past only blaster fire and with Delvan's reluctance to use a lightsaber, this was something that would be necessary to him.
THE LIGHTSABER
Almost exactly a year after the tournament and Delvan had begun to see some success with the Force Deflection technique, whilst still far off his master’s prowess he was able to deflect blaster fire and had taken to practicing this whenever possible with the Twi’lek female who had bested him during the tournament. Rasarah and Delvan had become fast friends after she had been assigned to Master Kavros, a Twi’lek like her who was on very good terms with Master Ki’Fassa. Whilst Rasarah showed little interest or ability with the force, she was a fine student of the saber and in repayment for helping him train, Delvan was often her training dummy when she wanted to practice her lightsaber techniques. Whilst the young Togruta would not agree, this proved beneficial for him as his skill with the saber also increased.
Noticing this, it was not long before Ki’Fassa took Delvan to Ilum so that he could begin the process of creating his first lightsaber. The padawan could feel how strong the force was on the planet as he walked through the crystal caves, his hand brushed along shards until he eventually came to one which glowed a lilac hue. Something about this crystal just felt right to him. The padawn exited the cave with the stone in hand and found his master waiting for him. Upon their return Del was instructed that he now must meditate upon this crystal every day until he would be able to feel himself completely in tune with it. At first the padawan found this a very difficult process to work through, but after a few days he began to notice some slight changes in the crystal, it seemed to become more in tune with the apprentice and this actually pleased him.
Even with his distaste for matrial combat and sabers, Del managed to eventually fully tune the crystal with himself, it took just shy of three weeks but the process was finally complete and he was delighted to inform his master who presented him with the final pieces of his first lightsaber. In a short time the young Togruta had constructed his lightsaber and for the first time truly understood his master when he referred to the lightsaber as an extension of the jedi wielding it, the saber truly did feel like it was a part of him.
Ki'Fassa took this opportunity to instruct Del in the Niman form, it was the form most specially suited to the Togruta due to his favoritism of force abilities, the style would allow him to become competent with the blade without distracting him from his other studies and proved to be most effective when used in conjunction with the force. Delvan was particularly pleased with this, though still joked that he may as well simply attach a weight to his belt for all the times he would be using his saber.
FORBIDDEN LOVE
By the time Delvan was 16 he had begun to make strides as a jedi padawan, his ability with the saber was not as feeble as it had once been and his strength in the force had only grown, his telekinetic abilities showing the most potential, he could suspend multiple people in the air with the force and move substantial weights. He also now often accompanied his master on missions which were not solely diplomatic and was not entirely useless on them either, there had been one occasion where Delvan had even managed to save Ki'Fassa's life by using force deflection to shield them both from an explosion in a hidden science facility on Onderron. Admittedly Delvan had sprung the trap which caused the explosion but it did not take away from the fact that he could at times have a use.
The young padawan's training with Rasarah had also continued at a steady pace and the two would consider each other something close to best friends. yet in recent years, teenage years, there had been something more sparking between the two and they both felt it, though neither of them would care to admit to it being that they were aiming to become jedi knights of the order. Though the more time the two spent with each other, the more their feelings grew. This however did not stop the two from training with each other, not being able to see the other seemed a horrible thing and so they met as often as possible.
It was on one such evening that things became particularly tricky for the two young padawans, their sabers clashed in the twilight sending sparks flying around the dark alcove, briefly lighting it with an appealing purple and blue contrast. By now Rasarah had become a competent practitioner of the makashi form whilst Del was slowly making progress with Niman. He had learned some of the weaknesses of the makashi form and on this night intended to expose them, the complete lack of momentum in the blade meant that a makashi practioner's parries and attacks could be easily knocked aside if chance presented itself. Rasarah made one of her trademark thrusts to the head which Del had become somewhat accustomed to, he ducked under the blade and span whilst rapidly rising to his full height, twirling his indigo saber through the air as he did so and building up a great kinetic force in the blade. He struck out and knocked Rasarah's blade skyward, with his off hand he struck out with a flat palm to his opponent and used the force to push her up against a tree. The Togruta quickly capitalized on his opportunity and dashed to place his blade at her throat.
the two stood motionless for a time, faces inches from each other, chests rising and falling rapidly as they both breathed heavily from exertion. With a snap, the blade disappeared and both grasped at each other sharing a passionate kiss in the heat of the moment. Neither was thinking of the potential consequences of their actions or of their training to resist this sort of temptation, both were simply caught up in each other's embrace, and years of frustration. Recklessly, they shared the stars that night.
In the morning the two would endulge in one last kiss before a hefty discussion about the possible repercussions of what hey had let happen, there was a burning desire left in the pit of their stomachs but they knew that this was not something that could continue lest they risk expulsion from the order. They agreed to resist what they both wanted for the sake of the order and to do their utmost to bury their feelings deep within themselves to avoid detection.
TRAGEDY
By 17 Del and Rasarah had given in to their desires a handful of times and the feelings they shared were rapidly growing into something much more substantial, at this rate it was only a matter of time before they were found out and expelled. Although neither of the two realized that it was becoming more and more dangerous for them as jedi. It was around this time that both Ki'Fassa and Kavros were given a mission to investigate the disappearance of a master and his padawan on Ilum. Naturally this was assumed to be a malicious attack rather than a simple case of a missing man. There were not many things in the galaxy that could endanger a jedi master but Ki'Fassa and Kavros had become well known for a unique brand of teamwork involving both mastery of the force and the lightsaber to overcome almost any obstacle. The two masters also chose to bring their padawans as it provided a unique opportunity for field experience in a hopefully controlled environment thanks to the presence of the two masters.
However neither of the masters could have expected what awaited for them on Ilum. The master and his padawan had gone missing in one of the crystal caverns just the day before. Investigation of these caverns lead to a disturbing discovery, a dark jedi master and his apprentice were found razing the cavern, no doubt in an attempt to restrict the jedi in creating any more lightsabers. Immediately, sabers were ignited as the two groups eyed each other up, the dark jedi were outnumbered two to one but their pride would not let them any disadvantages. There was a brief reprieve before the fighting as masters and apprentices split off to come face to face with each other, Kavros took this opportunity to accuse the dark jedi of killing the master and padawan whom they had come to search for, he got no reply and the battle started.
Rasarah lead the attack against the dark apprentice, he wielded two crimson sabers and appeared to perhaps be two or three years older than the jedi. Del frowned and attacked the apprentice from an opposite angle in order to increase their chance of success. The apprentice however seemed fully able to defend against their saber attacks, this obviously frustrated the young Twi'lek who began attacking with more ferocity.
Del became worried by Rasarah's behaviour, he took a quick step backwards and making an elaborate slash in the air, used the force to pull the apprentice into the path of his blade. The apprentice was taken by surprise but quickly regained his concentration, unfortunately Del had made the tactical error of taking Rasarah out of the fight against a superior oppponent. The apprentice slashed Delvan's lightsaber in half and, using the force to amplify his strength, struck out at the Togruta sending him skidding along the floor. Rasarah panicked to see Del hit so hard, she momentarily lost concentration as she watched him fall, just long enough for the apprentice's lightsaber to find its home in her abdomen.
Rasarah looked surprised to see the blade in her stomach, her fading eyes drifted to Del and he felt a wave of emotion from her. It wasn't like telepathy, there was no voiced message, but the emotions were strong enough to let him plainly see how she felt. She loved him. The Togruta roared in rage as she collapsed to the floor, the force flowed through him with such power he felt he could do anything, the dark apprentice was lifted into the air spread eagled. The look of pain on his face was not enough, he wanted to rend this man limb from limb, such was his anger and sorrow. Ki'Fassa could feel the overwhelming emotions from the other battle and turned to see the situation as it unfolded, he cried out for Delvan to stop but it was too late. The apprentice screamed in pain moments before his body was literally ripped in half through the force.
Delvan then turned his sights on the remaining jedi master, he felt had enough power to take on three masters even, his rage gave him strength. As he dashed to join the battle he found himself lifted into the air, surprisingly it was his own master Ki'Fassa who was disabling him. Before the Togruta could demand an explanation from his master, he was thrown into the cave wall with enough force to knock him cleanly unconscious.
When Delvan awoke it was to the bloodied face of his master Ki'Fassa, for a moment he was confused, forgetting what had taken place. But all too soon the recent minutes flooded back to him, his rage returned and he launched himself to his feet. But the dark jedi was no longer present, Del shouted at Ki'Fassa, demanding to know what had happened. The Nautolan's face creased in bitter regret, he explained that the brief moment Ki'Fassa had take to remove Del from the equation had been all their opponent had needed, he neutralized Ki'Fassa with swift use of the force and was able to overcome and severely wound Kavros in single combat, he had then fled the caverns and likely the planet. Delvan felt the sudden urge to strike out at his master, but this soon dissipated as his eyes fell upon Rasarah's lifeless form.
The young padawan stumbled to her side and fell to his knees, anger was replaced with a profound sense of loss and sorrow, he placed a hand on her back as if to measure whether or not she was actually real. Ki'Fassa came to Del's side and placed a hand upon the boy's shoulder, in the last few moments of her life everything had become clear, he tried to apologise but there really was nothing he could do for Del other than reassure him that she was now one with the Force, that although it seemed an impossibility at this point, he should rejoice for her. Upon hearing this something within the Togruta snapped, it did not cause him to fall into a rage but it planted the seeds of doubt. How could such an event call for celebration? The happiness he had experienced with Rasarah was beautiful, how could it be banned? The power that had coursed through him upon giving in to his rage..
CORRUPTION
A year later and Delvan Los was now a fully grown Togruta adult, although he may not seem like it due to his deficient height. After the mission to Ilum Rasarah's body had been ritually burned and with her Del had felt a part of himself disappear. Master Ki'Fassa had many long discussions with the boy about what he had done to the apprentice in the caverns, about his lapse in control over his emotions and about his relationship with the Twi'lek. Del had not been corrupted by his brief use of the dark side, he had no desire to conquer the galaxy or kick puppies, all he had were doubts that the jedi order was perhaps the infallible organisation it seemed to set itself up as, that the jedi may in fact be limiting themselves.
The Togruta built himself a new lightsaber after his last was destroyed by the dark apprentice he had killed. He now had quite a lot of experience in using his saber in battle and because of this, he knew that his own attacks were not powerful and that he most often succeeded when attacking from angles that the opponent was not used to defending, for example making a slight deviation from a specific attack of a specific style. Calling upon this experience, Del was able to deduce that a curved hilt lightsaber would be perfect for his own style as it addressed these flaws.
Often Delvan would think back on his master's advice to be happy for Rasarah, and every time he did it would sicken him more, it almost seemed cruel, he didn't understand how Ki'Fassa could justify such treatment. What would happen if Delvan had been the one to die? Would Ki'Fassa be happy about it? It was enough to make him doubt his place, he often saw his master as a sort of father figure, but what sort of father would be pleased at a son's death? Without Rasarah and with his lack of trust for his master, the young Togruta felt more alone that he ever had, he began to shun the friends he had made over the years, knowing all too well that they had been indoctrinated with the same disregard for life that the jedi seemed to promote. It was a terrible thing to realize and it left Del confused.
Soon after this the jedi council summoned Del and Ki'Fassa to present them with a simple enough mission, they were to travel to Corellia and investigate the kidnapping of an important politician's daughter. Ki'Fassa saw this as an opportunity to distract Delvan from his dangerous musings and jumped at the mission. Del was less enthused, having fallen into a lapse of apathy, however he had no choice but to accompany his master to the planet Corellia on what he considered a mission far below the skills of two jedi.
Upon arrival Delvan and Ki'Fassa were greeted by the politician, he was apparently a central figure on the planet and would soon be vying for control, the council considered political allies a boon. The politician revealed that his daughter had been missing for just over 3 days now and he had recently recieved a holo message from a local slaver named Kriosk, he claimed to have the girl in captivity and demanding an outrageous sum of credits for her release. Apparently giving in to these demands would make the politician seem weak and would obviously fund a dangerous crime syndicate, something that could not be afforded n Corellia. Del's face contorted as he listened to the man speak and his stomach twisted with a growing anger, why was it that the jedi and everyone close to them cared nothing for the individuals that surrounded them? This man refused to pay the ransom simply because it may weaken his political position, instead he would risk her safety by sending a team to take her by force. The Togruta did his best to suppress these feelings however, he did not want to run the risk of his master discovering how he had been battling with his emotions ever since Rasarah's death, it would only complicate matters.
The jedi spent much of the next two days in the poor quarter, posing as simple travelers who had managed to scrape together enough money to leave their home world of Nar Shaddaa and start a new life on a new planet. They had chosen the poor quarter as they knew that this would be where slavery was most prevalent, measly specimens would be plucked from the streets, or unfortunate men and women who could not afford to pay gambling debts, forced to into a life of thankless labour where the only escape was death. Their mission necessitated discretion, as two new arrivals in the poor quarter it was only a matter of time before the local crime lords would send representatives to set up 'protection' or some other such service.
Delvan spent the two days in almost complete solitude whilst his master spent most of his time exploring their surroundings, spreading the word of the two arrivals in the hopes that the attention would bring the visit they sought. The Togruta's confinement had him meditating in the quarters they had rented at a local bar, his control over the force was becoming more impressive with each passing year, recently he had been experimenting with the kinetic pressures that could be applied through the force, in almost exactly the opposite of what he had done to the dark apprentice over a year ago, Del now attempted to focus the force into a tight grip, squeezing until his target was completely crushed. This ability was not something easily mastered and the padawan had encountered great difficulty in training it, however he was now able to crush most objects he attempted to. This was demonstrated as each of the objects that floated around the Togruta in his meditation was demolished by the force, one by one they seemed to simply crumple. A chair, a table, a knife and a picture frame. All destroyed by the sheer strength of Del's connection to the force.
It was not soon enough when the newcomers were finally approached by two burly human males who looked to have a taste for brutality. The men barged their way into the lodgings rented by Del and Ki'Fassa in the middle of the night, grabbed the two by their collars and dragged them to their feet. The jedi at this point were still maintaining the guise of simple travelers, any retaliation would have them be instantly found out and all of this would have been for nothing. The two jedi played their part well, demanding to know what the meaning of the intrusion was and who these men worked for. The bigger, uglier brute sneered, revealing a couple of missing teeth, he informed the jedi that their 'new landlord' wanted to meet with them. Delvan had to suppress a smile, this was far too easy.
The two were blindfolded and taken to an undisclosed location, of course with their finely tuned senses, the pair would easily be able to find their way back to the destination if need be. A quick trip later and the blindfolds were removed, the jedi could see that they were now in a large conference hall. The walls were about twenty feet high and split at key sections to reveal parts of the city through expensive, glass view points, through these view points it could be noted that Kriosk preferred to conduct his business from the very top of a mind numbingly tall complex. All about the conference hall were armed guards, fixing the jedi with hostile gazes, directly in front of the two however was Kriosk, the Bith slave trader sat upon a large chair and fixing the two with an uneasy gaze. Behind him, bound within a cage was the politician's daughter, she didn't look to be in particularly bad physical condition but was at this time either unconscious or asleep.
The Bith identified himself as Kriosk, their target, he opened his arms wide as if to embrace them from afar and let out the laugh of a man who thought himself invulnerable. He began an obviously prepared and recycled speech about how he was the master of the little city they had chosen to live in and how he demanded rent. But to the bith's distaste he was cut off by Ki'fassa who took a few steps closer to the slaver, he introduced himself and Delvan as jedi here to take the girl back to her father and offered Kriosk the chance to return her peacefully. The bith was overcome with a sudden fear and instantly ordered his men to attack. After many years of teamwork and companionship, a master and his padawan often become so in tune they do not need to communicate to form a plan, this was the case with Delvan and Ki'Fassa. In unison the two reached out with the force, lifting multiple guards into the air and sending them crashing into unconsciousness against the walls of the room, within seconds lightsabers flew to the jedi's hands and snapped into life. Kriosk roared in a rage and pulled hard on a lever next to his throne which caused the floor beneath Delvan to part, the young padawan fell while his master continued to do battle with the guards.
Delvan landed gracefully into a sandpit, it wasn't much of a drop but there was still very little light in this new area. the padawan cursed himself for his carelessness, his master would now have to face a large number of opponents by himself and although Delvan had no doubt Ki'Fassa was up to the challenge, it was still not a situation he favored. Delvan looked about himself, it seemed that this was some sort of execution pit, there were skeletons scattered across the sands and no conceivable way out for any non-force user. Then the Togruta noticed something unusual, the walls were stone, stone was strong, these stone walls had deep chunks missing from them, it was as if something had gouged out pieces of the walls, suddenly the jedi did not feel so at ease in his current situation. Worse was yet to come.
Delvan's lightsaber blade fizzled from existence as he deactivated it in the hopes of not attracting whatever it was that had damaged the walls of his temporary prison. However he would not be so lucky. There was a deep rumble from one of the large shadowy recesses afforded by the dim light of the pit, a cave like structure that had gone unnoticed. There was a tudding as whatever it was moved towards Delvan, whatever it was, it was huge and the stench of it was almost overpowering. It was now clear that the skeletons were not here just to have been killed, they were food for this creature. Delvan backed up as out of the shadows emerged a rancor, not quite fully grown but still a horrifying sight, the jedi felt a small amount of panic in the pit of his stomach as he took in the enormity of his new opponent.
As the rancor laid eyes on its prey, it let out a bone chilling roar and rushed for Delvan, whose lightsaber crackled back into life. The beast reached out to grab the jedi with one of its monstrous hands, Delvan replied with a long swing which took of one of its fingers, the creature screamed with rage and pain. Striking out with the opposite hand, it caught Del before he had a chance to respond. The young jedi was sent flying into one of the pit walls, the wind was knocked out of his lungs and he felt at least two ribs brake thanks to the impact. The Togruta rasped and wheezed on the floor for a moment whilst the rancor seemed to lament in its pain at losing a finger.
However all too soon the beast renewed its attack, Del was forced to return to his feet, a long swipe from the rancor was ducked and a crushing hand dodged as the padawan dashed behind his foe and began gathering force energy into his body. The rancor roared in frustration as it swung around and attempted to squash this menacing bug with a flat palm, Del had other plans however. The Togruta blasted at the rancor's hand as it came over him, the palm simply hovered above the jedi's head as he fought back the brute's strength with his force power. With a cry he forced the hand away into the dirt, the rancor screamed with anger and tried again with its other hand. Yet it was faced with the same obstacle and ultimately, this attack too was beaten back.
Delvan's breathing was getting heavy, sweat formed on his brow and fear was starting to take hold in his stomach, he could not keep this up forever, he had to take action. The rancor screamed again and brought both hands together as if to clap in the hopes of completely crushing this little foe. Delvan's arms shot out in reply, one to either side to stop this attack, he gasped under the exertion as the rancor's arms were slowly beaten back, much to the creature's frustration. Delvan manipulated the force slowly to wrap around the beast's arms and he roared as his hands snapped closed into a fist. The rancor had never known pain like this, its arms literally imploded under the pressure of the force, bones were decimated and muscles absolutely destroyed, the beast slumped to its knees as Delvan slowly approached, his breathing now as if he had just finished a marathon. The jedi's lightsaber was ignited and burned furiously, his face held a look of scorn as he leaped abover the creature, bringing the purple blade down to penetrate the rancor's skull and met with naught but a weak moan. Delvan saw his opportunity and took it, leaping from atop the rancor's cranium he exited the pit and rejoined the fight above.
As Delvan reentered the "throne room" he found only bodies, clutching his side and wincing with each step he took the Togruta slowly moved towards a vast clear window which had been shattered in the fighting. He stepped over the bodies of Kriosk and several of his guards, all with obvious lightsaber wounds, it seemed his master really hadn't needed him for this fight at all. Some ways out of the window Del could see the smiling face of his master poking out of a speeder he had acquired, in the seat next to Ki'Fassa was the still unconscious girl. The Togruta returned the smile and waved, he prepared to leap onto the speeder when he heard footsteps behind him. Del span round to investigate the source of the noise and found one guard still alive, holding a missile launcher directed straight at the jedi. Del had already overexerted himself with the rancor, his eyes widened as the guard pulled the trigger. Del's fear took hold, he did not want to die. It was this fear that ultimately saved his life, the fear bred a desperation which Del had not felt before and has not felt since. Through this desperation he was able to use the force delfection his master had taught him, the technique he had been perfecting all these years. Though with the Togruta's fatigue, it was not as effective as it could have been. The missile exploded on impact with Delvan's force shield and shattered it, the force of the blast shook the entire building and brought down the wall which had housed the window. Ki'Fassa could only watch in horror as his apprentice died before him, he left as quickly as was possible, no one could survive a hit like that and he could still save the girl.
Delvan lay beneath the rubble, barely conscious, his entire body had been horrifically burned, the common clothes he had worn as a disguise were in parts disintegrated and in others, fused to his flesh through the sheer heat of the explosion. All sound was muffled and everything seemed much darker than it had previously been, both the Togruta's hearing and eyesight had been severely damaged. Del was not only burned but crushed under the tremendous weight of the stone upon him, his bones were fractured and splintered to an incredible degree. The Togruta could feel a horrendous pain shooting through his back and knew that his spine had been damaged, that he would never naturally move again, he couldn't even feel most of his body, either due to the severe burn damage or damaged nerves, he could not tell.
Delvan should be dead, but that fear of death, of the unknown kept him alive, he refused to die, to let go of his life. As he turned his head he could see a shadowy glimpse of his master's speeder leaving. Ki'Fassa was leaving his apprentice to die alone under the rubble! The fear in Del's stomach turned to anger, how could the Nautolan betray him like this? Had they not cared for each other for the last eight years? Did they not owe each other their lives on multiple occasions? Then he remembered the master's views on death and his anger became hate, pure, seething hate. Ki'Fassa did not care for him, never had. The Togruta tried to scream in his rage but all his charred vocal chords would do was screech, he vowed to himself right then that he would not rest until Ki'Fassa had paid for his betrayal. The dark side of the force surged through the Togruta, allowing him to cling on to life for a while longer.
Minutes later, the rubble which covered the padawan was blasted aside, a black figure marched towards the charred and burned shell which once was Delvan Los. All the jedi could make out was a dark shadow that peered over him, he wanted to lash out with the force, destroy this figure for even looking at him, but it was all he could do to stay alive. A voice spoke out to him, it was difficult to understand with his damaged ears but there was a tone of recognition. The voice offered Del power and a chance for revenge , in exchange it requested only his obedience and loyalty. The Togruta could feel the presence of the dark side within this creature, he knew the promises were not empty ones, the dark side was power, even with his destroyed body he could feel its strength. The Togruta quickly agreed as he finally lost consciousness.
REBIRTH
It was a process which took months, Delvan had been rescued from certain death and quickly hooked up to life support while he was transported to a vessel which roamed the outer skirts of the known galaxy, keeping itself hidden in anonymity with the help of a top of the line stealth generator. The owner of the ship had used his affinity with the force to amass a huge fortune and now there was little he could not purchase or fund should he desire to. He already had a scientific research team at his disposal, kidnapped and kept prisoner, yet also held as lavishly as the situation allowed.
It was this team that worked tirelessly to construct the Lazarus Mk I, a technological triumph and feat of cybernetic engineering. The Lazarus was a suit created specifically for Delvan Los which would allow his damaged body to function even better than it had done before the incident which stripped so much from him and most importantly, would allow him to live without relying on external life support systems. The process however was so much more than just fitting a suit onto the body, the scientists did their best to encourage as much natural healing as was possible, they added implants wherever they thought it was needed to restore function, this included the ears and eyes, they also created cybernetics specifically for the suit which would strengthen and improve Delvan's muscles, increasing his speed and strength beyond that of what a regular near-human might be able to achieve. The armour also made use of a rare metal known as ultrachrome, this was chosen simply for the highly likely situation in which Delvan would come up against another saber wielding opponent.
Ultimately though, Del was now an agent of the dark side and so his armour was created to inspire fear and horror in all those who looked upon him. The dark master who had recruited him wanted people to look upon this manifestation of evil and instantly lose their willpower, he wanted to create something unique for the jedi to remember and flee from. In this he had succeeded.
When Delvan finally awoke after the months of induced coma, he screamed through the force, reliving the last moments of intense pain he had suffered before losing consciousness on Corellia. glass in close proximity to the Togruta was shattered and steel chairs and desks were warped as a telekinetic shockwave filled the room. Delvan's head sunk to his chest, for a man who had slept so long, he was exhausted. Del was clamped to a medical table in what appeared to be a small laboratory, it took him a moment to realize that he was wearing a full facemask, the Togruta was confused, his eyes seemed to work perfectly, his ears could pick up a rapid pattering of footsteps and raised voices just as clearly as they would have before Corellia. Del was confused, he spoke shouted out to no particular person that he demanded to know what had happened to him, to his surprise it was the suit he now wore which answered him.
The HUD on the facemask came to life at the former jedi's voice, it detailed to him the process of creation for the Lazarus, the extent of his injuries and the surgery he had undergone at the hands of the medical team funded by an unknown investor. A harsh cold spread through the Togruta's body as he saw the extent of what had been done to him, in order to preserve his life they had taken everything that made him alive. He was horrified, and as the door to the lab slid open to reveal three human males, his anger spilled over. The Togruta exploded through the force, the shackles which bound him to the table were torn away as paper and sent crashing into the walls. The scientists had done this to him, they would pay. Del's mind was blank of all but rage, he dragged two screaming men towards him through the force and took hold of their necks in each hand. Using the enhanced strength they had given him, he crushed them like twigs. The last begged for mercy, claiming they had only been trying to help him. He was not interested in excuses.
The Togruta stumbled through the halls of the ship, he found it was not going to be a quick process to get used to the way his legs now worked, they almost felt alien to him. A quick question to his suit had once again revealed the information he desired, he was aboard The Impirium, a private vessel registered to an unknown individual, likely the same who had entrapped him within this suit. Delvan seethed in his darker emotions, anger, despair and shame fueled his power, he could feel the dark side flowing through him and it gave him strength, enough to carry out his revenge.
On the bridge, Delvan was confronted with something he had not expected. The dark master he already hated, whom he had met before on Ilum. This was the man who had trained the young apprentice that had killed Rasarah little more than a year ago, enshrouded in dark robes, Delvan still knew it was him, a face he would never forget even having only had a brief glimpse of it. The two engaged in a short force duel before Del was beaten back against one of the high durasteel walls, even through the dark side he was no match for this man.
Delvan screamed at him, blaming him for the death of Rasarah and for taking away everything that made him who he was, replacing it with this abomination which covered his body. The master rebuked this, stating he was simply a better teacher than the jedi masters, that it was their fault for not teaching Rasarah how to best her opponents as he had. The master promised power, power enough to have his revenge on the true culprits behind the death of his love, the jedi who had failed her. He claimed the suit was the first step in this, that it offset his natural weaknesses in terms strength and speed. He presented the Togruta with two choices, either relent and accept him as his master or die, Delvan felt the same fear in his stomach as on Corellia when he was barely alive, the thought of death was something that chilled him to the bone. He dropped to his knees and finally agreed, the rage within him had not subsided, would not subside.
DARK TRAINING
Over the next few years Delvan would become accustomed to his new body, utilizing his enhanced strength and speed to see himself through impossibly rigorous training imposed upon him by his new master, Drashuk. The man grilled his apprentice constantly from morning till eve and often engaged in practice duels with Del. It was during the very first of these duels that Drashuk chastised Delvan for practicing Niman as his main saber style, he claimed that it was not aggressive enough for him to fully make use of the dark side during combat, Drashuk claimed he needed to give himself to his emotions during combat and live in the moment, allowing himself to enjoy the thrill of battle and also make use of the strength and speed that his body now provided. To this end Drashuk directed his young apprentice to Ataru.
Lightsaber: Los utilizes a single phase curved hilt lightsaber for dueling, he made this choice after realizing that curved hilt sabers fit much better in the wielder's palm allowing for more power without any loss of accuracy, also due to the curvature of the hilt, the angle of attack is slightly altered which can throw off an opponent and any advantage in combat is welcomed.
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho: 4
Ataru: 3
Niman: 3
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 9
Telepathic: 6
Body: 7
Sense: 5
Protection: 7
Healing: 2
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills:
Force Deflection
Force Rend
Force Crush
Force Repulse
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 8
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample: Another extermination order. Delvan was getting sick of these, his master knew how powerful the young Togruta was becoming and sought every possibility to send him away, to the far reaches of the galaxy on useless hunts for pitiful targets. This was likely only so that the weakling could gather power, Del could sense his fear, even so far away he could smell it creeping up Drashuk's spine. It sickened him. "Docking" The navicomputer shook Del from his contemplation as the ship's landing gear extended and the trees of Kashyyk completely blocked out the light.
The landing ramp descended into the earth and the Dark Jedi's feet soon followed, Del made use of a small switch on his wrist control and the landing ramp returned to its previous position, the ship deactivated all but the most necessary functions, it would be impossible to detect down here. "So this is it" Delvan's mechanical voice clawed its way over the reciever as his masked face took in his new surroundings. All around him he could hear the call of the wildlife and the movements of the many animals, he knew that it was warm here but he couldn't feel it due to his suit's thermal management system. He knew the air was more humid but he couldn't taste it due to his rebreather. He put a hand out on to the bark of one of kashyyk's ancient trees, he knew what bark felt like, but he would never touch it again through his armourweave.
A profound sorrow began to build within the dark jedi's stomach followed almost immediately by a crippling rage. He let out a roar that crackled over his reciever and smashed a fist into the tree, splintering and crushing the bark within a diameter of two feet from the point of impact. He took his hand away from the tree and stared at the damage he had caused, he shouldn't have been able to do that. "This suit has taken everything from me"
