Post by intercept on Feb 5, 2013 18:48:35 GMT -5
Name: Brycean Loric
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs
Appearance: In battle/on missions: i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g383/Noctiel/Decorated%20images/ee4f3057b8102320d5fdf6d6ed4f42fd-d4dhl4w-1.jpg
Regular: His face is well sculpted, A firm jaw line with high cheek bones. His eyes lay a bit slanted on his face, the coloring being a dull orange now working their way to yellow. His mouth is always played in a sarcastic smirk. His nose being crafted sharply like the rest of his face. His auburn hair cropped short to fit under his mask when in battle. His shoulders wide and his chest well defined. Appearing to be an all around well crafted human specimen. He looks to be built to trade blows as well as move swiftly around the battle field. His eyes looking around sharply at all times.
Personality: Bryce tends to be a quiet man. Knowing that speaking doesn't make him look good, whenever you show promise or any skill amongst the sith you show signs of becoming a rival. His mind is quick, his hand quicker. His wit sharp, his tongue silver. He does enjoy going off on his own on missions. Being a sith he is expected to kill but he hates the idea of it, he kills quickly and with mercy. Not wanting to drag un-needed pains out. He's a the broody type that prefers to be left alone all and all.
Birth place:Space!
Faction: None yet
Rank: /////
Previous Faction: //////
Previous Rank: /////
Lightsaber: Dual lightsabers both being ones crafted for single hand combat. The one for his right hand only coming out when he is outnumbered or his opponent decides to forgo using the force
Color: Left: Orange Right: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho- ///
Makashi- 8
Soresu- 7
Ataru- 7
Shien / Djem So- 8
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 10
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo- 10.
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: Bryce was born on a cruiser in the Mandalore system, his parents being smugglers on the planet of Mandalore. The funny part about his birth was that he was born while his parents were being hunted down for a job gone bad, this job would have given them enough credits to set them up for life. The ship was stopped and they were both killed but the baby was spared, taken by the group of mercenaries to be raised. He spent years thinking the leader of the group was his father until his tenth year when the man got in a drunken rage and spatted out the truth to Bryce. Something snapped in Bryce and the next thing he saw was his fake father across the room, the force becoming known in him now.
He was soon taken to the jedi temple to train and join them. He hated it feeling as if he had no real choice but he kept his anger hidden and let it grow, he only waited long enough to obtain his sabers and kill his mentor. He quickly fled to Mandalore, hoping to reconnect with his people once more. What he found was a world in chaos that needed guidance as well as Sith. He soon turned to the sith for instruction and they trained him, trained him and left him to his own devices. To this day he works as a hired bounty hunter doing jobs most crews are too afraid to do. He craves a master to teach him though.
RP Sample: Bryce sat on the bluff, his left leg hanging down the side. He had report that his target would be through this section of canyon in a day or less. He had set up a trap to snare and kill the man with speed and mercy. Behind him his speeder bike hummed softly. He looked off to the far entrance of the canyon seeing a dust cloud forming and growing. He smirked a bit as he pulled his mask on, his target would be upon the trap in a few moments and he had only one shot.
As soon as the target entered the area of affect Bryce threw out both his arms aiming them across the opening to the other side of the bluff where two piles of rocks rested, he brought down the one ahead of the target first cutting off the speeder bike the target was mounted on as a wall of boulders formed, next he brought down the one that would allow the man to flee.
He smiled just a bit more as he fell down into the canyon using the force to lessen his impact with the ground. His orange saber now in his left hand with the energy blade out, casting a glow upon his attire and mask. Silently he rushed forward past the target slashing his arm out to the side, at the man as he passed by. He stopped a few feet away with his back to the target, hearing a faint gargling noise as the man fell over, his body now in two pieces. Cleaved through at the waist.
Race: Human
Age: 23
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 165 lbs
Appearance: In battle/on missions: i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g383/Noctiel/Decorated%20images/ee4f3057b8102320d5fdf6d6ed4f42fd-d4dhl4w-1.jpg
Regular: His face is well sculpted, A firm jaw line with high cheek bones. His eyes lay a bit slanted on his face, the coloring being a dull orange now working their way to yellow. His mouth is always played in a sarcastic smirk. His nose being crafted sharply like the rest of his face. His auburn hair cropped short to fit under his mask when in battle. His shoulders wide and his chest well defined. Appearing to be an all around well crafted human specimen. He looks to be built to trade blows as well as move swiftly around the battle field. His eyes looking around sharply at all times.
Personality: Bryce tends to be a quiet man. Knowing that speaking doesn't make him look good, whenever you show promise or any skill amongst the sith you show signs of becoming a rival. His mind is quick, his hand quicker. His wit sharp, his tongue silver. He does enjoy going off on his own on missions. Being a sith he is expected to kill but he hates the idea of it, he kills quickly and with mercy. Not wanting to drag un-needed pains out. He's a the broody type that prefers to be left alone all and all.
Birth place:Space!
Faction: None yet
Rank: /////
Previous Faction: //////
Previous Rank: /////
Lightsaber: Dual lightsabers both being ones crafted for single hand combat. The one for his right hand only coming out when he is outnumbered or his opponent decides to forgo using the force
Color: Left: Orange Right: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho- ///
Makashi- 8
Soresu- 7
Ataru- 7
Shien / Djem So- 8
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman 10
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo- 10.
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 5
Body: 6
Sense: 4
Protection: 3
Healing: 3
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 9
Ranged Weapons: 6
Bio: Bryce was born on a cruiser in the Mandalore system, his parents being smugglers on the planet of Mandalore. The funny part about his birth was that he was born while his parents were being hunted down for a job gone bad, this job would have given them enough credits to set them up for life. The ship was stopped and they were both killed but the baby was spared, taken by the group of mercenaries to be raised. He spent years thinking the leader of the group was his father until his tenth year when the man got in a drunken rage and spatted out the truth to Bryce. Something snapped in Bryce and the next thing he saw was his fake father across the room, the force becoming known in him now.
He was soon taken to the jedi temple to train and join them. He hated it feeling as if he had no real choice but he kept his anger hidden and let it grow, he only waited long enough to obtain his sabers and kill his mentor. He quickly fled to Mandalore, hoping to reconnect with his people once more. What he found was a world in chaos that needed guidance as well as Sith. He soon turned to the sith for instruction and they trained him, trained him and left him to his own devices. To this day he works as a hired bounty hunter doing jobs most crews are too afraid to do. He craves a master to teach him though.
RP Sample: Bryce sat on the bluff, his left leg hanging down the side. He had report that his target would be through this section of canyon in a day or less. He had set up a trap to snare and kill the man with speed and mercy. Behind him his speeder bike hummed softly. He looked off to the far entrance of the canyon seeing a dust cloud forming and growing. He smirked a bit as he pulled his mask on, his target would be upon the trap in a few moments and he had only one shot.
As soon as the target entered the area of affect Bryce threw out both his arms aiming them across the opening to the other side of the bluff where two piles of rocks rested, he brought down the one ahead of the target first cutting off the speeder bike the target was mounted on as a wall of boulders formed, next he brought down the one that would allow the man to flee.
He smiled just a bit more as he fell down into the canyon using the force to lessen his impact with the ground. His orange saber now in his left hand with the energy blade out, casting a glow upon his attire and mask. Silently he rushed forward past the target slashing his arm out to the side, at the man as he passed by. He stopped a few feet away with his back to the target, hearing a faint gargling noise as the man fell over, his body now in two pieces. Cleaved through at the waist.
