Post by tymyshoe on Feb 15, 2013 20:14:00 GMT -5
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 1.88m
Weight: 95
Appearance: Ballen is a tall, athletic human male. His dark brown hair is kept to a short buzz, and lacking in facial hair altogether. His eyes have warped from an emerald green to a yellowed and faded hue. Multiple scars run across the left side of his face, which he keeps covered with his hood.
Personality: Ballen Maius is an extremely troubled individual suffering from multiple personality disorder, bi-polarism, and depression. He is extremely prone to violence and highly aggressive. However, the times between these savage outbursts are usually quite calm and serene, an eye of the storm if you will.
Birth place: Centares
Faction: Sith
Rank: Lord
Previous Faction: Mandalorian
Previous Rank: Crusader
Lightsaber: Saberstaff, separable at the joined hilt.
Color: Crimson
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 6
Makashi 1
Soresu 4
Ataru 4
Shien / Djem So 6
>>Sub-form Backhanded 6
Niman 6
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield 6
Juyo 6
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 3
Body: 7
Sense: 3
Protection: 3
Healing: 1
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: Force Repulse, Force Rage
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 7
Bio: Birth-Adolescence
I was born on the planet of Centares to a poor merchant family. My father Dormus was a good business man, and provided well for my mother and I, until his gambling got him in bad with Trandoshan Cartel: The Sons of T'doshok. They took him from us, and to where I do not know. I didn't know my father well enough for him to impact me, but I remember his kindness and devotion to his family. Without my father to support us, my mother turned to dancing in my fourth year of life. In my sixth, she met an Iridonian by the name of Korg.
Korg was an frequent client of hers, and thus their relationship was born. Her new boyfriend ended up hooking her on Red Spice. My mother would take it at the club, and the joy ensued. When she arrived home however, she began her decline. She would begin to get angry, and unnaturally so. The spice would drive her mad, and it caused her to begin beating me in my seventh year. This continued until my twelfth birthday. That night when she came home, she grabbed a pan from the kitchen table and came at me. Five years of being beaten like an animal had finally been enough. She stumbled and fell, dropping the pan. I picked up the iron utensil, knelt upon her chest, and bashed her skull inward.
The ruckus alerted a neighbor who knew of my mother's abusive nature. She immediately contacted the authorities. As I stood, baptized in the blood of the woman who gave me life, I heard the sirens. And so I ran. I ran further into the city until I had reached the docks. A small group of Mandalorians had been on planet, for whatever reason. As they finished loading their cargo, I managed to stow away in their ship's hold. I would be free from this planet, but to what end?
Adolescence-Adulthood
The ship departed Centares, and made birth on Dxun, the fourth moon of Onderon. The vessel belonged to a small clan of Mandalorian Crusaders. The Clan Kenv. I was found almost immediately, and brought before their leader. I did not try to fight, I knew of the legends of the Mandalorian fighting strength, and I was only a child. Their leader's name was Coolak Kenv. But they called him by another name, Mandalore The Pure.
When I told Coolak of the events that led to my capture by his men, he merely watched me behind his black visor. After the end of my story thus far, he chose to adopt me. I was the clan's responsibility now, and they were mine. Eight years I spent with my brothers, and eight years I was a warrior. I would tell you more of my life with Kenv, but at the moment it is not needed. My story continues at the age of twenty one, the year I left Dxun.
Early Adulthood
At the age of twenty-one, I chose to leave Dxun, and Coolak behind. I believe that he knew as well as I that I needed to find my destiny. I managed to earn enough credits in three years through security detail for a Republic outpost. I escorted several merchants through the dense jungles of Dxun, along with a few soldiers as well. When I had enough to catch a ship off-planet, I did. The ship was yet another cargo transport, though this one was on it's way to a planet I was unfamiliar with. It was called Korriban.
Arriving at the cantina in Dreshae, I met a man if you could call him that. He called himself, Valtak Zevok. He told me of The Jedi and The Sith. He told me things I had learned from Coolak, and things I had not. Then, he told me of their lies. He told me of the fallacies and corruption of both. He told me that he was the one True Sith. And then, he told me that he had brought me here. He had called to me through the force, and I had unknowingly answered.
He asked that I follow, and to this I do not know why I did. Yet nonetheless, I did. He took me far into the deserts of Korriban, far into the rock and sand. Valtak took me to the tomb of Ayut Styn, his master. I learned more of death and life with Valtak than anytime before. I learned of suffering and hatred. I began to once again hate my mother, and my father for leaving me. I began to hate Valtak as well, for he was cruel and unyielding.
Three years into my apprenticeship, I was sent to Ryloth to assassinate a Jedi Master. The mission was suicide, and Valtak knew it. The Jedi's name was Fuquix Laas, a male Twi'lek. I knew that I was unable to face him in combat, and so I chose another route. I chose plant permacrete in his penthouse while he attended a matter of local government. The chaos of the political arena had clouded his mind, and so he did not sense the danger. The blast incinerated him. From down the hall, a blonde human female watched as her master burned. Her name was Emilia.
She felt the disturbance, and she followed that feeling to my ship. When she attacked me, I had no choice but ignite my lightsaber and reveal myself as Sith. She was trained well, but Valtak accepted no weakness or failure. I had to be the best, or I would've already been dead. Using the force, I slammed her head against the bulkhead, knocking her unconscious. Every fiber of my being told to end her life, but I could not.
I took her aboard my vessel and departed for Dxun. It was the only place I knew, and I did not wish to take a Jedi back to Valtak. When I landed on Dxun, I found the encampment to be empty. Coolak had finally gathered his army and left. They had gone to Tatooine, for whatever I do not know. I took this girl into Coolak's old quarters, and lay her upon the bed. It was hours before she awoke. When her eyes opened, I held her with the force and began speaking. When I stopped, I lifted the hold and she did not attack. She simple spoke back. Her name was Emilia When. Over the course of the next four years, she taught me what her master had taught her, and I loved her. We lay together knightly, and she became my heart.
It was at the beginning of our fourth year together that she convinced me of the need to slay Valtak. The need to rid myself of this darkness. I listened and agreed. And so we went to Korriban. Valtak was waiting for us, he had been watching as I grew more powerful, and he watched as I fell into Emilia's arms. When we attacked, he killed her. In a rage, I claimed his life. And now, now I am lost.
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Year Twenty-Three
"Power. Power is what we seek. The inevitable fallacy of hope will fade from the eyes of the galaxy as it becomes derelict in it's own darkness. We embody that darkness. We are not evil. We are not villianous. We are neccesary."
Ballen's head remained lowered as his master's words filled his ears.
"Those without power will always remain subject to those whom wield it. We exist to wield that power. We exist because no other being is capable of harnessing such immense strength. We do what we must, so that life may continue. The Jedi manipulate the force to their will. They become servents to their power, yet use that power as they see fit. In this sense, they are corrupt. The Sith allow the force to be their guide. We allow the force to purify us. We have no use for such enlightenment as The Jedi hold so dear. We were created with emotion, passion, and desire. The Force gave unto us these gifts, and we are pure."
The hollow, emotionless voice of Valtak Zevok echoed in the cold tomb. The hard stone floor gave no reprieve to Ballen's knees as he knelt motionless, his head lowered before his master. The Dark Side saturated this place like a flood of shadow and malcontent. Without raising his head, the young Sith Apprentice acknowledged his master for the first time in nearly an hour.
"I understand, my master. The Dark Side flows through me because I am strong. Those who are weak, those who deny their strengths, they are denied this power."
Valtak's reply came with a slight raise in tone, as if expecting a lack of understanding from his young apprentice.
"And what must we do to those without this power?"
Looking up, Ballen gazed into the faceless mask of his master. Before him stood the most powerful Sith in history. He had watched as his master had slain dozens of fallen Jedi seeking refuge on Korriban. He had stood in awe as Valtak merely raised a hand, and an entire pack of tuk'ata lay down at his feet. And then, the answer to his master's question became apparant. As he looked into the expresionless metal beneath his master's hood, he spoke. His voice echoing in the small sanctum deep within the tomb.
"We must make them kneel."
Without words, the Dark Lord of The Sith turned his back to his apprentice and stepped into the shadow. As suddenly as Valtak disappeared, a low and thunderous growl came from behind Ballen. Rising rapidly, he turned to watch as section of the stone wall nearly three times as wide as he was tall, rose into the high ceiling. As the stone rose, it began to reveal the source of the ferocious growl. Ballen had never before seen a creature such as this, but he knew of it nonetheless. Valtak had shown him pictures of such beasts in the time of Revan, Malak, and Darth Traya. The young Sith ignited the saberstaff in his right hand, twin beams of crimson plasma bursting forth to take life.
At the sight of the lightsaber, the terentatek lifted it's monsterous head and roared. With a savage and aggressive roar of his own, Ballen charged the Dark Side beast. Twirling the saber at his side like a turbine, Ballen leapt upward and into a twisting motion. His intent was to land upon the creature's back, and sever it's head. However, his intention was not enough. As he prepared to mount the beast, it shifted it's powerful feet and swung one of it's massive taloned fists through the air. Ballen's spine nearly cracked as the terentatek's fist impacted the middle of his back.
Ballen was propelled through the air, landing on his side against the stone walls. As he rose, he felt a stabbing pain in his right shoulder. The landing had broken it. Using the force to shift the saberstaff to his left hand, he rushed forward again before the beast could turn towards him. Again, the terentatek slung it's thick, muscled arms. But this time, Ballen slid under the blow and through the legs of the beast. As he moved under the dark side creature, he rotated his wrist, severing the beasts right leg. A massive roar of pain bellowed from the terentatek's maw as it fell upon the cauterized stump. Seeing his oppotuntity, the apprentice flung his saberstaff through the air.
The crimson blade found it's mark, burying itself into the creature's exposed back. The plasma seared flesh and bone, utterly incinerating the hellish nightmare's spine. With a final suffering roar, the terentatek fell forward with a sudden and powerful thump. Ballen approached the monster with caution before gripping his lightsaber's hilt and lifting it from it's temporary placing. As the young sith turned away from the beast, he found the figure of Valtak Zevok standing before him. His master's cold and emotionless tone gave no indication of his opinion of the fight.
"You defeated your foe, but not before underestimated it. Assuming your own power to be greater than your enemies is foolish, and it is a weakness within itself. I will not tolerate weakness."
The Dark Lord lifted his left hand towards his apprentice, and all Ballen could do was kneel. His voice was a cracked whisper in the darkness, the pain of his shattered shoulder stifling his voice.
"Master, please."
The surge of lightening from Valtak's hand impacted Ballen more powerfully than the terentatek's blow. It's power surged through the young Sith, filling his body with hatred, rage, and pain. His attempt to plea for mercy was to of no avail. Among the Sith, there was no mercy. Among the teachings of Valtak Zevok, there was no mercy. When the time came for Ballen to rise above his master, there would be no mercy. These were the thoughts of Ballen Maius as the lightening engulfed his body, and he faded into unconsciousness.
Year Twenty-Eight
He held her. He held her closer than ever before. Her shallow gasps of air were muffled by the whimpering sounds escaping from her lungs. With her remaining hand, she reached up and touched his face. Her once delicate skin, now bruised and bloodied, brushed his cheek. His tears ran down into the crevices of her broken flesh as her name came with a choked cry from his lips.
"Emila"
Her azure eyes gazed into his, bloodshot from the intensity of his emotion. As they gazed into one another, her lips parted into soundless words. The gaping hole in her chest leaving no distinction of sound.
"Do not be afraid."
Life escaped from her with the final word, falling away into the abyss. As the light faded from her eyes, he was lost in the darkness that consumed them both. Once more, he was alone. Yet even still, he held her.
"My apprentice, you see now what weakness this was. You see now that she was nothing. And now, she is nothing."
The words broke the silence like a particle cannon. Ballen had long since forgot the masked man standing just meters away. Slowly lowering Emilia's body to the ground, the young Sith Apprentice stood to face the man. As he stood, the sun rose with him. It's crimson rays breaking the darkness of the valley as it eclipsed the mountain peaks of Korriban. The young man began to shake with a fury born of heartache and pain.
Sensing the boy's frustration, the Sith Lord continued. His sharp and raspy voice now raised in a threatening manner.
"She would do nothing but hold you back! You have the potential to be everything! Your destiny would never be fulfilled had you chosen the path of the light! Do not make me give you the same fate as her, Ballen!"
The young Sith Apprentice continued to shake, his head lowered. His reply came between tears and heavy breaths.
"You have done everything for me. Without you, I would not have survived this place. Without you, I would never possess the strength I have now. I will use everything that you have taught me, every lesson that I have learned, and every skill that I have mastered to do what I will.
You once told me that peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. You once told me that The Force shall free me. I see now the truth in your words. I would never have found peace with her, I would never be free from my destiny."
After several moments, the Sith Lord lowered his lightsaber and held out his hand.
"Then you will retake your place by my side?"
Ballen's head snapped up, his saberstaff ignited in brilliant beams of pure, crimson plasma. His voice was a whisper as he separated the blades at the joined hilt, holding a single blade in each hand.
"No. I am going to kill you."
The burst of speed came instantly, and with an intensity never before seen in Ballen. Something had changed. He leaped into the air a mere meter before reaching Valtak. The Sith Lord's Makashi style caused him to bring his lightsaber up at an angle to deflect the attempted decapitation. However, he did not have the skill or the time to deflect the second saber. Valtak jerked back violently as his durasteel mask was cut deep into. Fortunately for him, it was not deep enough to reach flesh.
The apprentice was an animal. He struck again and again without hesitation. His movements were savage and fluid, each strike an attempt to end Valtak's life. It was all The Sith Lord could do to continue stepping backwards and deflect the blows. He called out to the young Sith as they continued to engage each other under the Korriban sun.
"You are not strong enough to defeat me, Ballen! You never will be!"
Ballen spun rapidly, bringing the saber in his left hand low to cleave through his master's legs. Valtak leaped backwards, landing a few meters away. The young sith stood upright, rotating the sabers in his hands in rapid circles before rejoining them into a single double-blade. His voice split the hot air as he called to his master.
"You manipulated me! You knew of her all along! You wanted me to bring her here!"
Valtak's head simply tilted, his faceless mask casting an obscure shadow beneath his hood. The voice that came from him was all but emotionless.
"And you did. You killed her, my young apprentice. I was only the blade that you buried in her chest."
Roaring at his master's accusation, Ballen rushed forward again. Utilizing his hyper-aggressive form of Juyo to strike at Valtak's heart, he gives into the hatred burning through his veins. The hard durasteel of Valtak's boot connects with Ballen, causing him to fall backwards. Catching himself with his free hand, the young Sith kicks upward. Valtak flips backward as Ballen's own boot connects with the dark lord's chest.
Regaining their composure, the two Sith stare onward at each other. Glaring yellow eyes only reflected by a solid, obsidian mask. Only a few meters away from them both, the valley is torn from a long passed seismic event. The chasm stretches down for miles, an abyss of darkness. As Ballen stares onward, the memories of his master play across his mind like a cartographer's illustration. Time and time again he had knelt before The Dark Lord. Time and time again, he had pledged himself to this man. Time and time again, he had wished only to rip out his heart.
"This is your final chance, boy. Kneel, or die."
Ballen gripped his lightsaber tightly, detaching the two hilts violently once again. The motion was obvious to Valtak. His words came with something more than the typical emotionless command. They came with regret.
"So be it."
The surge of lighting erupted from Valtak's outstreched hand as he lowered his lightsaber. The electric onslaught met the crossed blades of Ballen Maius as he was pressed backwards in the sand by the force of the blast. The intensity of the heat was virtually unbearable. The young apprentice knew that he could not face this power. He knew that if he lowered his blades, he would die.
It was in this moment of acceptance, that a voice was felt by Ballen. He did not hear it, rather he simply knew it's existence. He felt the voice not from the valley around him, but from within. It's cold and hollow tone was not unlike that of his master's. Yet, something was different about it.
"There will be enemies that you cannot defeat by mere swordsmanship. It is inevitable that you will come across these foes. When you are met by a strength you cannot overcome, you must use that to your advantage. Allow yourself to feel their power. Allow yourself to be strengthened by it, and when you do, you will consume them."
Driven by nothing more than the words he felt echo through him, Ballen disengaged the crimson blades that held the storm at bay. When he did, the full power of Valtak Zevok unleashed across the young Sith. As he held out his hands, he felt the power of the storm surge through him like an erupting star. The power of The Dark Side expanding throughout the body of Ballen, bolstering the young man with unbridled power. It was with this power that he reacted to The Dark Lord's attack.
Ballen's own explosion of lightening ruptured from his fingertips, meeting Valtak's own. The ensuing explosion of force energy was enough to send the young Sith flying backwards. But not before his own lighting overcame his master's. The electric deluge washed over Valtak like a wave of hell fire, incinerating flesh and bone. As it did Ballen, the force of the blast also carried Valtak backwards. Where Ballen fell into the hot sands, Valtak found only air to break his fall. The smoldering body of The Dark Lord of The Sith fell into the chasm, disappearing into the abyss below.
The wailing roar of a Tuk'ata in the distance caused Ballen to stir. His body felt like it had been torn in two, and reassembled incorrectly. For a moment, he gazed into the amber. And then he rose. The young Sith stumbled continously, barely able to stand as he approached Emilia's body. The sun now faded behind the mountains to the East, he had been unconscious for hours. He could barely stand, and so he knelt. Lifting her head up to his, he brushed his cracked lips against her cheek. His tears staining the cold, pale skin as he held her. The words came again from within. He did not know their origin, yet he repeating them to the body that lay in his arms. His words fell on the ears of the the fallen as the sun fell, and the valley was cast into darkness.
"Ballen Maius is dead. The man who loved you, died with you. My name, is Darth Verloren."
