Post by Kito on Aug 9, 2012 19:50:09 GMT -5
Name: Kito Nexor
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 22
Height: 6,2ft
Weight: 220lb
Appearance:
Personality: Kito has a very mixed personality at times, for the things close to him he will fight with total loyalty towards them but if they were to stand in his way of having more power he wouldn't take a second glance at them as he wrapped his hands around their necks. He is very withdrawn from most people choosing to focus on his body and mind than enjoying some of the fine fruits of life, he See's no point in trivial things such as friends only allies that at one point will run out of use for him although he has made friends in the past but most choose to stay away knowing that the second they crossed his path he would destroy them.
He enjoys watching people sometimes going into crowded nightclubs and watching the people around him trying to built up a picture of their life's, studying their movements and how they react to others somethings he would observe what they do when confronted would they fight or run away. He See's this as a way to training himself to read a person since no one will tell him the truth without added incentive then being able to watch someones actions would give him a means to determine their true intentions and always how to predict them in a fight.
Deep down however Kito doe's remember the people that he came from the honour and pride that flows through his veins. He views his personal honour very closely at times it will stop him doing things he doesn't see at honourable.
Kito is very aggressive around slaves seeing them as weak and pointless beings he can't grasp why they never try to kill their masters and take what was theirs. He See's them as nothing more than walking flesh less use than a droid but he does enjoy watching them squirm whenever they are challenged and to smell the fear stink from them. He however still expects a slave to show the proper respect when it is due not only to himself but to others that they should know to show respect to even Kito will show the respect to those above him or the stronger although he one day hopes to be above them himself.
Kito although scarred and having to wear a mask to keep his pain in check enjoys it, he believes not only must a warrior be strong but to first win a battle must put fear into their hearts and make them believe the second the enemy See's him that they are afraid although he knows if that doesn't work then his other methods will but with the mask has brought a very special sound to his voice making it sound more deeper and giving it a very unique sound. He is a brawler when not holding a weapon, spending many years to develop his body he enjoys using his hands just as much as a knife or any other weapon.
Birth place: Space
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/a
Previous Rank: N/a
Lightsaber: Lightsaber
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho -3
Makashi - 2
Shien / Djem So - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Birth
Kito was born in the great darkness of space while his parents travelled between jobs. He was told as a child his birth took hours that he was stubborn to leave the womb of his mother causing her much pain and distress. As he was born into the world his father marked the child with a scar all the clan had it was tradition for a scar to be cut over their right eye so that the warriors would be able to see the galaxy through the only true way through pain. As Kito's screams filled the room his father smeared the blood over the child's face to mark its birth. His clan was small most of their power had been lost during the Mandalorian Wars only a handful that had survived carried on the tradition. His parents worked on-board a pirate's ship his father as muscle and his mother as a engineer that kept the ship running.
Childhood
His years from one to five were mainly a blur to Kito since he couldn't remember most of it but as he grew older his father began to teach him the skills he would need to fight and survive and what it meant to be a Mandalorian. His father taught him about honour and told him stories of glorious battles his clan had fought in and promised him that one day he would be able to fight his own glorious battles. Kito began to practice at first he would attempt to get into fights with others on the ships but he was punching well above his age. The thugs on-board didn't see anything wrong with teaching a Mandalorian runt a lesson or two but the next day Kito would show up again trying again.
Over the next years his physical training began by his father showing him how to stalk prey and then kill it. As his father tried to teach him how to use a blaster Kito was nearly useless with it until his father stuck a blade in his sons hand. With a blade Kito became more than capable using it to skin his prey and cut their throats. The captain had even allowed Kito to follow on less dangerous missions mainly transporting but Kito would sometimes find his way into trouble straying and finding other kids around his age. He would get into fights sometimes he would win and other times he would take on more than he was able to sometimes taking weeks to recover but that nor his own fathers beatings were going to stop him, his body could heal and each time he learned something new and more and more he would improve himself.
Teenager
On his twelve birthday he was allowed to go with the captain out on a small bit of work nothing to bad just collecting some credits for a job they had finished. Afterwards however the Captain stopped off at a Catina for something to drink and to lose some of those hard earned credits. Kito went with him seeing all the different kinds of people there was in the galaxy from Humans to Twe'liks there was always a lot of different people in a Cantina. Afterward a few drinks however the captain took Kito into the back of the place to watch a little "Sport". Kito found out by sport it was underground fighting to the death if the purse was high enough but most of the time it was drunks beating each other up over small matters. Kito wanted to jump straight in see who he could take but the Captain held him back rathering telling him to watch instead and see how people fought to
As the years went on however Kito found himself more in the company of the captain than he did that of his own family. It wasn't until his mother stopped him one day showing him her fathers armour. She told him that her father was a strong man who had seen much fighting and like Kito had a rage that seemed to be uncontrollable and that had gotten him killed in a cantina. She told him not to live in the rage but to control it harness it into becoming a better warrior. He took his mothers words on board and began to train with her while his father still refused to even see his son.
When he was fifteen however everything changed, a job had went wrong and the law was hot on their tail. As they took off they were attacked by fighters knocking out the engines and bringing them down over a jungle. As the ship crashed Kito was sent against the wall knocking him out. When he came to he could hear the noise of blaster fire outside his room and peered out to see republic soldiers fighting the crew. As he watched he saw his mother being struck down and his father rushing to her side. As he cradled her in his arms he watched as his father was slain like nothing. Kito ran out towards the troopers grabbing the first one he saw and throwing him against his squad. He could feel the rage building up inside him and the walls seemed like they shook with his anger. He took out his blade and began to cut his way into the troopers smearing their blood over the walls. As he fought on his body began to shake at his anger until he could no long hold it. The next moments he doesn't remember well just that as he screamed out his vision darkened and he collapsed. As he came to later he could see troopers moving over the group that was there checking for anyone who was still alive. As Kito turned to find a weapon the only thing he felt was the stock of a blaster being smashed over his head. When he woke up he found himself in the custody of the planets prison system.
The Dark Years
He had been tossed into one of the worst pits in the galaxy, survival was the only thing he had to matter about. He was younger than most of the inmates which made him a target but his own enjoyment of fighting would show them he wasn't someone they wanted to deal with. At first only one or two would try to steal something from him or make him do something but he just kept sending them back to their cells bloody and in pain. It was after three months that people began to come to him for protection mainly younger members of the prison like himself. After one year in the prison he had a gang large enough to rival any of the others inside the prison itself so he began to spread his people around gathering information on the other gangs. He began to enjoy the game of learning everything about his enemy his father always said never to go into battle not knowing your enemy to learn everything about them that he could. He would use this to his advantage either using it as leverage against the gang leaders or finding out when they would be alone so he could finish them. The guards started calling him the Mandalore of the Pit through him putting all the gangs under his control out of fear and intimidation. He was growing restless with his prison he had no plans on staying in there for all of his life and thought it time to get out. He invoked a prison riot against the guards and as all hell broke loose he went for the front door. As he made it through the levels he was stopped by a Jedi who had been dropping off a prisoner to the prison, Kito saw it as a way to gain honour in defeating a Jedi of the Order but the battle however was short lived. The Jedi took one hit from Kito and choose that it be the last they took from him. With a few quick slashes of it's lightsaber Kito was put down.
He was dragged to a dark cell with no light and only one way in and out and left to rot. He woke in the worst pain he had ever felt. For days he screamed out in agony before he ended up laying there in pain. For weeks he hardly moved and eating was difficult there was little he could to stay sane or alive. He lay on his bed one night with the pain in full swing he thought about ending his life the pain he been here for weeks keeping him awake and letting him eat very little. It was then in his suffering and pain he felt that connection once more when his parents died, it allowed him relief it allowed him to see clearly. As the days went one he kept focusing on his pain and anger eating more and regaining his strength it was this point that allowed him to notice his connection to the force, he had like all in the galaxy heard or seen about it his father would talk of Jedi who their clan fought long ago and called them the greatest warriors and how they could use something called the force to aid them in battle. Kito knew he had the power they had and how the Jedi was able to throw Kito to the side so easy. Kito began to try and focus this connection at the most however he could only allow his hate to numb the pain he was in anything else he could not do as well as he had hoped without any sort of training he was simply hoping to get it right. As the months went past no one had came in to see him he was left there to die but all the screaming had stopped now in-fact all noise had stopped except all they knew is they handed in food and got the tray back. He was now nineteen and no one had seen him in years or let alone knew what was inside the room. The prison filled with rumours about what was behind the door be it some kind of monster or some republic experiment well they were nearly right. Late one night as some of the guards were drinking they thought they should peek inside the cell and see what was really alive inside. As they moved inside they saw only the darkest blackness surrounding them as they closed the door nearly all the way over. As they looked around with their lights they saw nothing but that was because Kito didn't want them to see anything. As they moved deeper into the cell they heard nothing until they turned around. They saw Kito standing there much stronger than he was last time he was out he had mastered his own body and now he was getting out. As he slay the three guards he moved out of the cell and began his sprint towards freedom. He moved through the levels of the prison letting nothing stop him until finally he reached the surface once more.
Freedom
As he found his way to the planets capital he seek-ed out a doctor, he had no credits to pay but he wasn't planning on it anyways. As he strong-armed the doctor to fix his face the doctor did what he could but the damage was done and the body had healed what it had. Instead the doctor was forced to make him a mask to supply him with painkillers to dull the pain allowing him to focus his mind elsewhere than always having to focus on the pain. As the doctor placed the mask over his face he felt the pain disappear for the first time in years and thanked the doctor by only ripping out one of his eyes.
As soon as he was ready he left the planet and sought other worlds to explore he had been out of the galaxy to long. He began working with pirates but at the same time taking his own trips to bars and clubs to work on reading people a skill that had been dulled since his time inside his cage. By the time he was twenty-one however he wanted to fulfill his destiny but all he could remember was the Jedi that had caused him so much pain and agony. His hate was nearly an obsession with the Jedi and he knew of only one place to go where they could teach him to destroy the Jedi and he knew he had the power to be taken. He was dumb he knew he had some force ability but it wasn't fully harnessed it wasn't at its full potential only with Sith training could he be the warrior of nightmares. He however had no idea how to find them or how to go around it so instead he would search until he found them or until he could make them notice him however he wasn't that sure how to do that but if anything he was going to find a way to do that.
RP Sample:
Kito stood in the shadows of the room as the other Initiates ate their food and drank, he much rather enjoyed eating alone the thought of sharing how he ate his food in front of them would give to much away rather he enjoyed listening to how they thought he ate it was amusing and served its purpose. He thought it better to go back to his room he had some matters that needed attended to and would rather enjoy some silence for a while. He got up from his chair and pushed it back in before walking past the other Intiates some moved out of his way and others gazed at him with hate, Kito had made his views known that he thought they were nothing to him only bumps on his path to glory.
As he made his way through the Academy he looked around his noticing the designs on the walls and even respecting a few of the masters as they moved past him, he felt angry at not being picked he was frustrated at his title and wanted to move up the food chain and gain his rightful power. As he came just to his room and opened the door he could hear noises coming from behind him.
"Your a bit heavy footed I noticed you following me from the dining hall and when you thought you had me three minutes ago."
He turned to see two other Initiates drop down behind him ones he had noticed from before gazing at him. Kito stood not moving or giving away any of his body's truths he just stood as a still as a statue waiting on them. They were around his level in training he had as the Initiate had put it
"Dishonored his family" all Kito had done was divert him on a training mission which gave him a lovely scar across his face and a week in the medical bay.
"You've had enough time to get out of here now we've come to take care of you ourselves."
"Yeah tell him Vorgon."
Kito looked at the weaker of the two a smaller and more weaker Initiate than Vorgon someone who was used to do small deeds and get his hands dirty rather than Vorgon doing it himself. Vorgon was born into a high class family and thought because of his blood he was already a lord of the dark arts himself, he was weak and had the mind of a fool.
"Well I would of left but seeing you fail is to much fun I'd much rather take away all that you think is yours is so much more pleasing to take from the weak."
"Bah enough of this lets see how you handle Cirkon here."
The weaker Initiate Cirkon pulled out a small blade and began to move slowly towards Kito as he still refused to move. Kito looked over his body seeing the sweat collecting on his forehead, his erratic blinking and his hand shaking just enough to sell his movements away. As he moved forward with speed now raising up the blade Kito waited until he was in his killing zone before grabbing his wrist. He twisted it to the side making Cirkon release the blade from his hands.
"I will show you the true meaning of Sith."
He began to punch into Cirkon's rib cage with his powerful arm's and speed, each blow knocking more air out of Cirkon's lungs and each time he took in another breath to replace it Kito would lay another fist into his side. Soon Cirkon began to spit up blood as it began to drool down his chin before Kito snapped back the wrist more until he heard a loud noise of a snap before throwing Cirkon to the side. He took his last stance standing still and gazing back at Vorgon.
"Now now I hope you don't plan on wasting all of my time today with weak challenges I would much rather hope to spend my time furthering myself."
Vorgon was looking down at a beaten Cirkon as he lay on the ground clutching his chest with blood all around his mouth. Kito wanted to test him to see if he really was afraid, taking a short and sharp step forward he watched Cirkon take three steps backwards, he was afraid. Cirkon's hands nervously went down to his belt taking out his lightsaber before the loud ignition noise was heard and the humming. He lea-pt forward slashing downwards towards Kito but as it came down Kito was already at the side of him. Cirkon was moving erratic with fear swinging wild and easily countered movements. Kito didn't fight only move only feeding Cirkon the belief that he could win and kill Kito. As Cirkon moved forward to plunge the lightsaber into Kito he simply found Kito standing beside him with his hands on the lightsaber hilt as well.
"Here let me show you how to use this weapon."
Forcing down with his strength and breaking the bones in Vorgon's hands he watched as control of the weapon went from Vorgon to himself. He shoved Vorgon away with his forearm before moving the weapon to either side of Vorgon showing the control he had over his enemies weapon and how to wield it. Kito turned around pointing it towards and listened as Vorgon sighed in relief and as he did Kito turned and slashed his opponent in half. He turned back to Cirkon now who was trying to crawl away from him. Kito walked behind him slowly listening to the pathetic noises that Cirkon made as he tried to get away. He knelt down behind Cirkon and picked him up by the hair and listened to the pitiful pleases for remorse.
"Do not worry now Cirkon I am not going to kill you rather you shall become mine and do as I say. If I desire knowledge on others you shall find it and If I want something to happen to someone else you shall be my blade in their side do we have an agreement."
Cirkon didn't speak just nodded and held his eyes tightly shut, Kito lay him on his back and began to help the poor man using some of the basic medical supplies he had on him to better patch up Cirkon. As Cirkon raised to his feet Kito simply began to walk away and pointed at Vorgons corpse, Cirkon got the picture it wasn't to be there by the time he left his room and Cirkon would do as he was told. As Kito moved inside of his room and sat down on his chair he inspected the lightsaber he had taken, it was to be the first of many of his rivals and enemies on his path to power it was a landmark that he had power and nothing was going to stop him.
Race: Human (Mandalorian)
Age: 22
Height: 6,2ft
Weight: 220lb
Appearance:
Personality: Kito has a very mixed personality at times, for the things close to him he will fight with total loyalty towards them but if they were to stand in his way of having more power he wouldn't take a second glance at them as he wrapped his hands around their necks. He is very withdrawn from most people choosing to focus on his body and mind than enjoying some of the fine fruits of life, he See's no point in trivial things such as friends only allies that at one point will run out of use for him although he has made friends in the past but most choose to stay away knowing that the second they crossed his path he would destroy them.
He enjoys watching people sometimes going into crowded nightclubs and watching the people around him trying to built up a picture of their life's, studying their movements and how they react to others somethings he would observe what they do when confronted would they fight or run away. He See's this as a way to training himself to read a person since no one will tell him the truth without added incentive then being able to watch someones actions would give him a means to determine their true intentions and always how to predict them in a fight.
Deep down however Kito doe's remember the people that he came from the honour and pride that flows through his veins. He views his personal honour very closely at times it will stop him doing things he doesn't see at honourable.
Kito is very aggressive around slaves seeing them as weak and pointless beings he can't grasp why they never try to kill their masters and take what was theirs. He See's them as nothing more than walking flesh less use than a droid but he does enjoy watching them squirm whenever they are challenged and to smell the fear stink from them. He however still expects a slave to show the proper respect when it is due not only to himself but to others that they should know to show respect to even Kito will show the respect to those above him or the stronger although he one day hopes to be above them himself.
Kito although scarred and having to wear a mask to keep his pain in check enjoys it, he believes not only must a warrior be strong but to first win a battle must put fear into their hearts and make them believe the second the enemy See's him that they are afraid although he knows if that doesn't work then his other methods will but with the mask has brought a very special sound to his voice making it sound more deeper and giving it a very unique sound. He is a brawler when not holding a weapon, spending many years to develop his body he enjoys using his hands just as much as a knife or any other weapon.
Birth place: Space
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: N/a
Previous Rank: N/a
Lightsaber: Lightsaber
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho -3
Makashi - 2
Shien / Djem So - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 2
Telepathic: 2
Body: 2
Sense: 2
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Birth
Kito was born in the great darkness of space while his parents travelled between jobs. He was told as a child his birth took hours that he was stubborn to leave the womb of his mother causing her much pain and distress. As he was born into the world his father marked the child with a scar all the clan had it was tradition for a scar to be cut over their right eye so that the warriors would be able to see the galaxy through the only true way through pain. As Kito's screams filled the room his father smeared the blood over the child's face to mark its birth. His clan was small most of their power had been lost during the Mandalorian Wars only a handful that had survived carried on the tradition. His parents worked on-board a pirate's ship his father as muscle and his mother as a engineer that kept the ship running.
Childhood
His years from one to five were mainly a blur to Kito since he couldn't remember most of it but as he grew older his father began to teach him the skills he would need to fight and survive and what it meant to be a Mandalorian. His father taught him about honour and told him stories of glorious battles his clan had fought in and promised him that one day he would be able to fight his own glorious battles. Kito began to practice at first he would attempt to get into fights with others on the ships but he was punching well above his age. The thugs on-board didn't see anything wrong with teaching a Mandalorian runt a lesson or two but the next day Kito would show up again trying again.
Over the next years his physical training began by his father showing him how to stalk prey and then kill it. As his father tried to teach him how to use a blaster Kito was nearly useless with it until his father stuck a blade in his sons hand. With a blade Kito became more than capable using it to skin his prey and cut their throats. The captain had even allowed Kito to follow on less dangerous missions mainly transporting but Kito would sometimes find his way into trouble straying and finding other kids around his age. He would get into fights sometimes he would win and other times he would take on more than he was able to sometimes taking weeks to recover but that nor his own fathers beatings were going to stop him, his body could heal and each time he learned something new and more and more he would improve himself.
Teenager
On his twelve birthday he was allowed to go with the captain out on a small bit of work nothing to bad just collecting some credits for a job they had finished. Afterwards however the Captain stopped off at a Catina for something to drink and to lose some of those hard earned credits. Kito went with him seeing all the different kinds of people there was in the galaxy from Humans to Twe'liks there was always a lot of different people in a Cantina. Afterward a few drinks however the captain took Kito into the back of the place to watch a little "Sport". Kito found out by sport it was underground fighting to the death if the purse was high enough but most of the time it was drunks beating each other up over small matters. Kito wanted to jump straight in see who he could take but the Captain held him back rathering telling him to watch instead and see how people fought to
As the years went on however Kito found himself more in the company of the captain than he did that of his own family. It wasn't until his mother stopped him one day showing him her fathers armour. She told him that her father was a strong man who had seen much fighting and like Kito had a rage that seemed to be uncontrollable and that had gotten him killed in a cantina. She told him not to live in the rage but to control it harness it into becoming a better warrior. He took his mothers words on board and began to train with her while his father still refused to even see his son.
When he was fifteen however everything changed, a job had went wrong and the law was hot on their tail. As they took off they were attacked by fighters knocking out the engines and bringing them down over a jungle. As the ship crashed Kito was sent against the wall knocking him out. When he came to he could hear the noise of blaster fire outside his room and peered out to see republic soldiers fighting the crew. As he watched he saw his mother being struck down and his father rushing to her side. As he cradled her in his arms he watched as his father was slain like nothing. Kito ran out towards the troopers grabbing the first one he saw and throwing him against his squad. He could feel the rage building up inside him and the walls seemed like they shook with his anger. He took out his blade and began to cut his way into the troopers smearing their blood over the walls. As he fought on his body began to shake at his anger until he could no long hold it. The next moments he doesn't remember well just that as he screamed out his vision darkened and he collapsed. As he came to later he could see troopers moving over the group that was there checking for anyone who was still alive. As Kito turned to find a weapon the only thing he felt was the stock of a blaster being smashed over his head. When he woke up he found himself in the custody of the planets prison system.
The Dark Years
He had been tossed into one of the worst pits in the galaxy, survival was the only thing he had to matter about. He was younger than most of the inmates which made him a target but his own enjoyment of fighting would show them he wasn't someone they wanted to deal with. At first only one or two would try to steal something from him or make him do something but he just kept sending them back to their cells bloody and in pain. It was after three months that people began to come to him for protection mainly younger members of the prison like himself. After one year in the prison he had a gang large enough to rival any of the others inside the prison itself so he began to spread his people around gathering information on the other gangs. He began to enjoy the game of learning everything about his enemy his father always said never to go into battle not knowing your enemy to learn everything about them that he could. He would use this to his advantage either using it as leverage against the gang leaders or finding out when they would be alone so he could finish them. The guards started calling him the Mandalore of the Pit through him putting all the gangs under his control out of fear and intimidation. He was growing restless with his prison he had no plans on staying in there for all of his life and thought it time to get out. He invoked a prison riot against the guards and as all hell broke loose he went for the front door. As he made it through the levels he was stopped by a Jedi who had been dropping off a prisoner to the prison, Kito saw it as a way to gain honour in defeating a Jedi of the Order but the battle however was short lived. The Jedi took one hit from Kito and choose that it be the last they took from him. With a few quick slashes of it's lightsaber Kito was put down.
He was dragged to a dark cell with no light and only one way in and out and left to rot. He woke in the worst pain he had ever felt. For days he screamed out in agony before he ended up laying there in pain. For weeks he hardly moved and eating was difficult there was little he could to stay sane or alive. He lay on his bed one night with the pain in full swing he thought about ending his life the pain he been here for weeks keeping him awake and letting him eat very little. It was then in his suffering and pain he felt that connection once more when his parents died, it allowed him relief it allowed him to see clearly. As the days went one he kept focusing on his pain and anger eating more and regaining his strength it was this point that allowed him to notice his connection to the force, he had like all in the galaxy heard or seen about it his father would talk of Jedi who their clan fought long ago and called them the greatest warriors and how they could use something called the force to aid them in battle. Kito knew he had the power they had and how the Jedi was able to throw Kito to the side so easy. Kito began to try and focus this connection at the most however he could only allow his hate to numb the pain he was in anything else he could not do as well as he had hoped without any sort of training he was simply hoping to get it right. As the months went past no one had came in to see him he was left there to die but all the screaming had stopped now in-fact all noise had stopped except all they knew is they handed in food and got the tray back. He was now nineteen and no one had seen him in years or let alone knew what was inside the room. The prison filled with rumours about what was behind the door be it some kind of monster or some republic experiment well they were nearly right. Late one night as some of the guards were drinking they thought they should peek inside the cell and see what was really alive inside. As they moved inside they saw only the darkest blackness surrounding them as they closed the door nearly all the way over. As they looked around with their lights they saw nothing but that was because Kito didn't want them to see anything. As they moved deeper into the cell they heard nothing until they turned around. They saw Kito standing there much stronger than he was last time he was out he had mastered his own body and now he was getting out. As he slay the three guards he moved out of the cell and began his sprint towards freedom. He moved through the levels of the prison letting nothing stop him until finally he reached the surface once more.
Freedom
As he found his way to the planets capital he seek-ed out a doctor, he had no credits to pay but he wasn't planning on it anyways. As he strong-armed the doctor to fix his face the doctor did what he could but the damage was done and the body had healed what it had. Instead the doctor was forced to make him a mask to supply him with painkillers to dull the pain allowing him to focus his mind elsewhere than always having to focus on the pain. As the doctor placed the mask over his face he felt the pain disappear for the first time in years and thanked the doctor by only ripping out one of his eyes.
As soon as he was ready he left the planet and sought other worlds to explore he had been out of the galaxy to long. He began working with pirates but at the same time taking his own trips to bars and clubs to work on reading people a skill that had been dulled since his time inside his cage. By the time he was twenty-one however he wanted to fulfill his destiny but all he could remember was the Jedi that had caused him so much pain and agony. His hate was nearly an obsession with the Jedi and he knew of only one place to go where they could teach him to destroy the Jedi and he knew he had the power to be taken. He was dumb he knew he had some force ability but it wasn't fully harnessed it wasn't at its full potential only with Sith training could he be the warrior of nightmares. He however had no idea how to find them or how to go around it so instead he would search until he found them or until he could make them notice him however he wasn't that sure how to do that but if anything he was going to find a way to do that.
RP Sample:
Kito stood in the shadows of the room as the other Initiates ate their food and drank, he much rather enjoyed eating alone the thought of sharing how he ate his food in front of them would give to much away rather he enjoyed listening to how they thought he ate it was amusing and served its purpose. He thought it better to go back to his room he had some matters that needed attended to and would rather enjoy some silence for a while. He got up from his chair and pushed it back in before walking past the other Intiates some moved out of his way and others gazed at him with hate, Kito had made his views known that he thought they were nothing to him only bumps on his path to glory.
As he made his way through the Academy he looked around his noticing the designs on the walls and even respecting a few of the masters as they moved past him, he felt angry at not being picked he was frustrated at his title and wanted to move up the food chain and gain his rightful power. As he came just to his room and opened the door he could hear noises coming from behind him.
"Your a bit heavy footed I noticed you following me from the dining hall and when you thought you had me three minutes ago."
He turned to see two other Initiates drop down behind him ones he had noticed from before gazing at him. Kito stood not moving or giving away any of his body's truths he just stood as a still as a statue waiting on them. They were around his level in training he had as the Initiate had put it
"Dishonored his family" all Kito had done was divert him on a training mission which gave him a lovely scar across his face and a week in the medical bay.
"You've had enough time to get out of here now we've come to take care of you ourselves."
"Yeah tell him Vorgon."
Kito looked at the weaker of the two a smaller and more weaker Initiate than Vorgon someone who was used to do small deeds and get his hands dirty rather than Vorgon doing it himself. Vorgon was born into a high class family and thought because of his blood he was already a lord of the dark arts himself, he was weak and had the mind of a fool.
"Well I would of left but seeing you fail is to much fun I'd much rather take away all that you think is yours is so much more pleasing to take from the weak."
"Bah enough of this lets see how you handle Cirkon here."
The weaker Initiate Cirkon pulled out a small blade and began to move slowly towards Kito as he still refused to move. Kito looked over his body seeing the sweat collecting on his forehead, his erratic blinking and his hand shaking just enough to sell his movements away. As he moved forward with speed now raising up the blade Kito waited until he was in his killing zone before grabbing his wrist. He twisted it to the side making Cirkon release the blade from his hands.
"I will show you the true meaning of Sith."
He began to punch into Cirkon's rib cage with his powerful arm's and speed, each blow knocking more air out of Cirkon's lungs and each time he took in another breath to replace it Kito would lay another fist into his side. Soon Cirkon began to spit up blood as it began to drool down his chin before Kito snapped back the wrist more until he heard a loud noise of a snap before throwing Cirkon to the side. He took his last stance standing still and gazing back at Vorgon.
"Now now I hope you don't plan on wasting all of my time today with weak challenges I would much rather hope to spend my time furthering myself."
Vorgon was looking down at a beaten Cirkon as he lay on the ground clutching his chest with blood all around his mouth. Kito wanted to test him to see if he really was afraid, taking a short and sharp step forward he watched Cirkon take three steps backwards, he was afraid. Cirkon's hands nervously went down to his belt taking out his lightsaber before the loud ignition noise was heard and the humming. He lea-pt forward slashing downwards towards Kito but as it came down Kito was already at the side of him. Cirkon was moving erratic with fear swinging wild and easily countered movements. Kito didn't fight only move only feeding Cirkon the belief that he could win and kill Kito. As Cirkon moved forward to plunge the lightsaber into Kito he simply found Kito standing beside him with his hands on the lightsaber hilt as well.
"Here let me show you how to use this weapon."
Forcing down with his strength and breaking the bones in Vorgon's hands he watched as control of the weapon went from Vorgon to himself. He shoved Vorgon away with his forearm before moving the weapon to either side of Vorgon showing the control he had over his enemies weapon and how to wield it. Kito turned around pointing it towards and listened as Vorgon sighed in relief and as he did Kito turned and slashed his opponent in half. He turned back to Cirkon now who was trying to crawl away from him. Kito walked behind him slowly listening to the pathetic noises that Cirkon made as he tried to get away. He knelt down behind Cirkon and picked him up by the hair and listened to the pitiful pleases for remorse.
"Do not worry now Cirkon I am not going to kill you rather you shall become mine and do as I say. If I desire knowledge on others you shall find it and If I want something to happen to someone else you shall be my blade in their side do we have an agreement."
Cirkon didn't speak just nodded and held his eyes tightly shut, Kito lay him on his back and began to help the poor man using some of the basic medical supplies he had on him to better patch up Cirkon. As Cirkon raised to his feet Kito simply began to walk away and pointed at Vorgons corpse, Cirkon got the picture it wasn't to be there by the time he left his room and Cirkon would do as he was told. As Kito moved inside of his room and sat down on his chair he inspected the lightsaber he had taken, it was to be the first of many of his rivals and enemies on his path to power it was a landmark that he had power and nothing was going to stop him.
