Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 13:17:55 GMT -5
Name: Avoim Oeymo
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance:
Appearance
Avoim is a decently sized man standing at five feet and eight inches tall, though a bit on the skinny side. He has long blue hair that when left untouched will reach all the way down to his buttocks. He has pale white skin and naturally brown eyes though the Dark Side has long since turned them more yellow than brown. He has a sharp jaw and a sharp nose. Some have even said that he has a rather feminine appearance.
Normally Avoim wears dark green cargo pants that go all the way down to his ankles and are tucked into combat boots that go up his shins that end just about two inches below his knees. On his torso he wears a short lavender T-shirt that has no collar on it, atop that he has a thicker jacket that is black with red lining on the outside. ON both of his sleeves he has a strange insignia that says “SMS” on it as well as another golden one on his left breast of the jacket that is made up of three six sided shapes that form an upside down triangle that has the letters “SMS” in black on it.
Avoim keeps his long blue hair tied in a high ponytail with a thin red string. On his waist he keeps an equipment belt, mostly obscured from sight thanks to his jacket, on either hip he keeps his Main Lightsaber hilt visible so as to make people know he doesn’t kid around, his second hilt is hidden within a special pouch on the inside of his jacket. On his right thigh he has a Pistol holster able to hold any kind of pistol that Avoim desires thanks to how it was made.
Personality:
Inward personality-
Towards others: He views every person he meets as expendable, he only sees them for what they can do for him and how useful they are, once they are no longer useful either he disposes of them himself or he just lets them get themselves killed.
Towards other Sith/Darkside users: Avoim lets his darker emotions flourish in his mind, letting his seething hate boil to the surface and even into his Force Aura.
Outward personality:
Towards others: He puts on a fake persona around those who don’t know him, acting friendly and nice, not letting people know his true intentions so easily that a normal person could figure out his true, dark potential.
Towards other Sith/Darkside users: Avoim lets his darkside flourish, though only when not trying to act as if he were someone else who didn’t know his true personality. If he were without that hindrance he would probably try to kill or otherwise recruit the other Dark Side user to his cause, of piracy.
Towards his Crew: To his crew, he is cruel, unrelenting and a harsh Man, letting them know when he is dissatisfied with their actions or even just cruel to keep them in place and in fear of him, to let him feed off their fear and anger and hate.
In Combat: Avoim is a harsh fighter, relying mostly on offensive fighting forms and rarely using any kinds of defensive moves, allowing his speed and sabers to do the work of dodging for him.
Birth place: Naboo
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: N/A
Lightsaber: Two Single Blade lightsabers, both with the ability to locked on for throwing
Color: Both are Red
First/Primary Lightsaber
Second Lightsaber
Other Weapons:
- 1x B-44s "Enforcer" Blaster Pistol
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 5
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 0
Shien / Djem So - 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 2
Juyo - 0
Double Bladed Combat - 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 2
Sense: 8
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills:
-Force Flash
-Push
-Pull
-Lightsaber Throw
-Force Crush
-Force Storm
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Birth –
Avoim was born on the planet Naboo, to a low wealth family. He grew up a street urchin, not having much of anything but the skills of his hands and the speed of his feet…and a little luck that he had been born force sensitive. Avoim was a pickpocket, the best in the area maybe even the world, he could steal anything and never got caught, well almost never.
Avoim had the misfortune to come across a man clad in dark clothes whom was strong in the force, though he didn’t know it at the time, he attempted to steal from the man who nearly cut Avoim down when his hand came from the man’s pocket. After a time of staring down the crimson blade tip of the man, the man laughed loudly, proclaiming that he was a Sith Lord - which was a false statement, though Avoim would most likely never know - and that Avoim would study under him or die here in the streets. Thinking that studying would be better than death, he accepted.
He would soon regret this decision…
Training –
Shortly after leaving the area, the strange man whom Avoim only knew as Master began his training. They started on the basics of the Force, skipping the theory and going straight into practice with it, though he was never good at it, he had a strange knack for some archaic force powers. Avoim’s Master would often do things to encourage Avom’s hate.
When Avoim was nine years of age, his Master gave him a small, simple lightsaber with a red color crystal. The hilt was a bit hard to hold at first, its weight strange and unusual in his hands. His Master gave him this saber as a tool for his training telling him that a Sith needed to be a Master of the blade as much as he is a Master of the Force and those around him. Avoim nodded, pressing the button and listening to the Snap-hiss of his Lightsaber activating for the first time, looking at the crimson blade of his.
Avoim’s Master taught him several forms including Shii-cho, Makashi, Djem-So and its variant Shien. This continued for a few years, the two of them would practice as well as travel, Avoim learning whatever his Master deemed him ready to learn or him demanding to be taught it. Though throughout their travels, they heard talk of a Sith Academy and rumblings of a war. Though secretly and whenever he could, Avoim would practice with Jar’Kai to try and have an advantage in combat, teaching himself from things he had heard of about the forms.
When Avoim was 16, his Master took the gifted lightsaber from him and dropped a box of metal and scrap, wiring and buttons, then placed a few crystals down and told Avoim to construct his own weapon. Avoim knew this was a test, that it was time for him to see how strong in the force he was. Avoim then spent the next few days constructing a weapon, or rather two. He had enough parts to construct two blades, and he had more than enough practice using two weapons.
After three days of solitude building his Lightsabers, he emerged with only one visible to his Master. He switched it on and let his Master take it from his hands to inspect it, Avoim’s Master was pleased with his craftsmanship and commended him, one of the few times he had heard such a praise from the man.
End of his Training –
Several years later, when Avoim was twenty-one, his Master told him the day was coming where only one of the two would live, either he would strike his Master down and take on his own student or he would be killed. Avoim knew that his Master had taught him everything he could, and that it was time to move on, without warning Avoim struck out at his Master with his main Lightsaber, having kept the second blade hidden all these years, the two battled fiercely, force attacks flying about and crimson blades clashing.
Though just when Avoim’s Master thought he’d gotten the best of Avoim and was starting to taunt him about having to find and train a new apprentice, Avoim pulled his second blade out and struck down his Master, just before the man died, he commended Avoim on his treachery and deceit of having a second hidden weapon.
Avoim picked up his Master’s belongings and left the area, knowing that soon it would be time for him to take on an apprentice, but for now the learner had become the Master.
RP Sample:
The Room was a cacophony of noise, emergency lights and the chatter of scared beings. The cause of all this panic was a single man, though they couldn’t tell that from their camera feeds that would die out just before another room was attacked. The Base was small with about one hundred people in it total, mostly they were farmers and such though. Avoim had chosen this as his first target because he wanted to see how good the locals of this planet were at defending themselves.
They scattered around their compound in an attempt to defend the farms and their livelihoods, though their weapons were pitiful and weren’t worth much. Avoim walked through the base, crimson Lightsaber ignited cutting down those who attempted to stop him, when he got to the main room, he began to scan for what he had been looking for, other than a little challenge, their savings.
The fools thought that it would be a smart idea to keep all their money inside a plasteel safe, Avoim chuckled a bit and started towards it until a man, rather muscular yet still small enough to have some speed, charged at him. He appeared to be wielding some kind of blade, Avoim laughed at the puny man, and swung his blade at the man’s weapon to try and slice it.
When his Lightsaber didn’t go through, Avoim looked at him and said “Cortosis? Where do a bunch of farmers get a Vibroblade with Cortosis weave from?” before the man could respond, Avoim extended his free hand and shoved the weapon from the man’s hand, bringing his blade down from the man’s left shoulder through his right hip, cutting him in two and ending his life.
By now those who wanted to run had done so, and Avoim walked to the safe unmolested. He then plunged his blade into the locking mechanism of the safe and melted it, he then cut the hinges off and used the force to send the door flying into the wall behind him, he then filled a bag he had with the money from the safe and said “This should be a good help in getting me off this rock.” Avoim then left the compound.
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 170lbs
Appearance:
Appearance
Avoim is a decently sized man standing at five feet and eight inches tall, though a bit on the skinny side. He has long blue hair that when left untouched will reach all the way down to his buttocks. He has pale white skin and naturally brown eyes though the Dark Side has long since turned them more yellow than brown. He has a sharp jaw and a sharp nose. Some have even said that he has a rather feminine appearance.
Normally Avoim wears dark green cargo pants that go all the way down to his ankles and are tucked into combat boots that go up his shins that end just about two inches below his knees. On his torso he wears a short lavender T-shirt that has no collar on it, atop that he has a thicker jacket that is black with red lining on the outside. ON both of his sleeves he has a strange insignia that says “SMS” on it as well as another golden one on his left breast of the jacket that is made up of three six sided shapes that form an upside down triangle that has the letters “SMS” in black on it.
Avoim keeps his long blue hair tied in a high ponytail with a thin red string. On his waist he keeps an equipment belt, mostly obscured from sight thanks to his jacket, on either hip he keeps his Main Lightsaber hilt visible so as to make people know he doesn’t kid around, his second hilt is hidden within a special pouch on the inside of his jacket. On his right thigh he has a Pistol holster able to hold any kind of pistol that Avoim desires thanks to how it was made.
Personality:
Inward personality-
Towards others: He views every person he meets as expendable, he only sees them for what they can do for him and how useful they are, once they are no longer useful either he disposes of them himself or he just lets them get themselves killed.
Towards other Sith/Darkside users: Avoim lets his darker emotions flourish in his mind, letting his seething hate boil to the surface and even into his Force Aura.
Outward personality:
Towards others: He puts on a fake persona around those who don’t know him, acting friendly and nice, not letting people know his true intentions so easily that a normal person could figure out his true, dark potential.
Towards other Sith/Darkside users: Avoim lets his darkside flourish, though only when not trying to act as if he were someone else who didn’t know his true personality. If he were without that hindrance he would probably try to kill or otherwise recruit the other Dark Side user to his cause, of piracy.
Towards his Crew: To his crew, he is cruel, unrelenting and a harsh Man, letting them know when he is dissatisfied with their actions or even just cruel to keep them in place and in fear of him, to let him feed off their fear and anger and hate.
In Combat: Avoim is a harsh fighter, relying mostly on offensive fighting forms and rarely using any kinds of defensive moves, allowing his speed and sabers to do the work of dodging for him.
Birth place: Naboo
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: N/A
Lightsaber: Two Single Blade lightsabers, both with the ability to locked on for throwing
Color: Both are Red
First/Primary Lightsaber
Second Lightsaber
Other Weapons:
- 1x B-44s "Enforcer" Blaster Pistol
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 5
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 0
Shien / Djem So - 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 2
Juyo - 0
Double Bladed Combat - 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 5
Body: 2
Sense: 8
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 6
Specialized Skills:
-Force Flash
-Push
-Pull
-Lightsaber Throw
-Force Crush
-Force Storm
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 2
Bio:
Birth –
Avoim was born on the planet Naboo, to a low wealth family. He grew up a street urchin, not having much of anything but the skills of his hands and the speed of his feet…and a little luck that he had been born force sensitive. Avoim was a pickpocket, the best in the area maybe even the world, he could steal anything and never got caught, well almost never.
Avoim had the misfortune to come across a man clad in dark clothes whom was strong in the force, though he didn’t know it at the time, he attempted to steal from the man who nearly cut Avoim down when his hand came from the man’s pocket. After a time of staring down the crimson blade tip of the man, the man laughed loudly, proclaiming that he was a Sith Lord - which was a false statement, though Avoim would most likely never know - and that Avoim would study under him or die here in the streets. Thinking that studying would be better than death, he accepted.
He would soon regret this decision…
Training –
Shortly after leaving the area, the strange man whom Avoim only knew as Master began his training. They started on the basics of the Force, skipping the theory and going straight into practice with it, though he was never good at it, he had a strange knack for some archaic force powers. Avoim’s Master would often do things to encourage Avom’s hate.
When Avoim was nine years of age, his Master gave him a small, simple lightsaber with a red color crystal. The hilt was a bit hard to hold at first, its weight strange and unusual in his hands. His Master gave him this saber as a tool for his training telling him that a Sith needed to be a Master of the blade as much as he is a Master of the Force and those around him. Avoim nodded, pressing the button and listening to the Snap-hiss of his Lightsaber activating for the first time, looking at the crimson blade of his.
Avoim’s Master taught him several forms including Shii-cho, Makashi, Djem-So and its variant Shien. This continued for a few years, the two of them would practice as well as travel, Avoim learning whatever his Master deemed him ready to learn or him demanding to be taught it. Though throughout their travels, they heard talk of a Sith Academy and rumblings of a war. Though secretly and whenever he could, Avoim would practice with Jar’Kai to try and have an advantage in combat, teaching himself from things he had heard of about the forms.
When Avoim was 16, his Master took the gifted lightsaber from him and dropped a box of metal and scrap, wiring and buttons, then placed a few crystals down and told Avoim to construct his own weapon. Avoim knew this was a test, that it was time for him to see how strong in the force he was. Avoim then spent the next few days constructing a weapon, or rather two. He had enough parts to construct two blades, and he had more than enough practice using two weapons.
After three days of solitude building his Lightsabers, he emerged with only one visible to his Master. He switched it on and let his Master take it from his hands to inspect it, Avoim’s Master was pleased with his craftsmanship and commended him, one of the few times he had heard such a praise from the man.
End of his Training –
Several years later, when Avoim was twenty-one, his Master told him the day was coming where only one of the two would live, either he would strike his Master down and take on his own student or he would be killed. Avoim knew that his Master had taught him everything he could, and that it was time to move on, without warning Avoim struck out at his Master with his main Lightsaber, having kept the second blade hidden all these years, the two battled fiercely, force attacks flying about and crimson blades clashing.
Though just when Avoim’s Master thought he’d gotten the best of Avoim and was starting to taunt him about having to find and train a new apprentice, Avoim pulled his second blade out and struck down his Master, just before the man died, he commended Avoim on his treachery and deceit of having a second hidden weapon.
Avoim picked up his Master’s belongings and left the area, knowing that soon it would be time for him to take on an apprentice, but for now the learner had become the Master.
RP Sample:
The Room was a cacophony of noise, emergency lights and the chatter of scared beings. The cause of all this panic was a single man, though they couldn’t tell that from their camera feeds that would die out just before another room was attacked. The Base was small with about one hundred people in it total, mostly they were farmers and such though. Avoim had chosen this as his first target because he wanted to see how good the locals of this planet were at defending themselves.
They scattered around their compound in an attempt to defend the farms and their livelihoods, though their weapons were pitiful and weren’t worth much. Avoim walked through the base, crimson Lightsaber ignited cutting down those who attempted to stop him, when he got to the main room, he began to scan for what he had been looking for, other than a little challenge, their savings.
The fools thought that it would be a smart idea to keep all their money inside a plasteel safe, Avoim chuckled a bit and started towards it until a man, rather muscular yet still small enough to have some speed, charged at him. He appeared to be wielding some kind of blade, Avoim laughed at the puny man, and swung his blade at the man’s weapon to try and slice it.
When his Lightsaber didn’t go through, Avoim looked at him and said “Cortosis? Where do a bunch of farmers get a Vibroblade with Cortosis weave from?” before the man could respond, Avoim extended his free hand and shoved the weapon from the man’s hand, bringing his blade down from the man’s left shoulder through his right hip, cutting him in two and ending his life.
By now those who wanted to run had done so, and Avoim walked to the safe unmolested. He then plunged his blade into the locking mechanism of the safe and melted it, he then cut the hinges off and used the force to send the door flying into the wall behind him, he then filled a bag he had with the money from the safe and said “This should be a good help in getting me off this rock.” Avoim then left the compound.
