Post by vallen on Jan 9, 2014 20:15:03 GMT -5
Name: Vallen Thul
Race: Devaronian
Age: 22
Height: 5'7
Weight: 190
Appearance:
Vallen, being a Devaronian, is rather small in stature. Where most are well above six foot, the young alien stretches to five-foot-seven though is condensed and thick--heavy due to the anatomy of his species. In regard to his features, his expression is hardened as is the form of his face--curves jutting with sharply-shaped cheek bones and piercing yellow eyes. To further compliment the air of the macabre man, two horns penetrate his scalp and extend out just before his forehead in an upward curvature. He is fit but not overly muscular and often sports a black cloak which encompasses the entirety of his form save his head, the hood extending from his broad shoulders.
Personality:
Wheather it was coincidence or something that was produced, directly or indirectly, from his appearance--Vallen could assimilate into the culture of the Sith quite nicely. His first instincts are not to confront but warp and confuse..and instead of killing, he finds much pleasure in torture and the art of deception. To those that society would consider his comrades, he is quite the opposite, quit to move towards deceit and betrayal. To his foes, he isn't one to reason with. Ambitions of powers urge him to delve deeper into the sadistic and deceptive nature of the Sith and he has come to relish in the relics of the Sith and the knowledge of the past to further. He is studious by nature and would prefer to turn his enemy against his own, using him to Vallen's ends, rather than slay him.
Birth place: Devaron
Faction: The Sith Order
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction:
Previous Rank:
Lightsaber: Single-Phased, with a curved hilt designed to accomodate a Makashi-user
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 2
Shii-Cho - 2
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 4
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 3
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
He was born on Devaron. His father left soon after his birth so he never knew him, and as for his mom, they were not of the highest stature within the society he was born into--having said this his mom worked in a market place not too far from his home. Long hours and little sleep, the mother did not have much time to tend to the child and as such the inherent curious mind of a young devaronian boy brought him through many adventures. Growing into adolescence, around the age of fifteen, he encountered the man which would bring his perception to new depths---Saren.
Before he came upon the man, he did little but cause trouble in the neighborhood which he was raised in. From an early age he had a rather strong ability to coax and persuade those around him, specifically the weak-willed, to bend to his will with mere words. At an early age he had built a small group of peers which would follow his directives in light criminal activity ranging from sacking houses to lifting items out of markets from unsuspecting vendor-men. Eventually though, as word caught onto the small group and its leader, the thirteen-year-old Devaronian was forced to disband the group in fear of the harsh penalties that they would all face if caught.
In the end, he didn't need what he took, it was more of a rush for him than anything...And as time passed, the rush lessened and his mind transitioned to darker things that could not be accomplished or experienced with a group involved. It wasn't long after this that he had met Saren, the man that would teach him the ways of the force. Now by himself, and still unhindered with the fact his guardian was always working, Vallen would often venture into the outskirts of the city and observe the indigenous wildlife within the valleys. He would lay traps to catch them and afterwards he would observe them as they cried in pain while attempting to escape the trap. Sometimes he would even approach the animal and finish it off in gruesome manners depending on his mood. This was how the man came upon him, with Vallen having ventured quite far from the city one day--he stumbled upon the man's shack that was far from the city's hands or ears.
Before he came upon the man, he did little but cause trouble in the neighborhood which he was raised in. From an early age he had a rather strong ability to coax and persuade those around him, specifically the weak-willed, to bend to his will with mere words. At an early age he had built a small group of peers which would follow his directives in light criminal activity ranging from sacking houses to lifting items out of markets from unsuspecting vendor-men. Eventually though, as word caught onto the small group and its leader, the thirteen-year-old Devaronian was forced to disband the group in fear of the harsh penalties that they would all face if caught.
In the end, he didn't need what he took, it was more of a rush for him than anything...And as time passed, the rush lessened and his mind transitioned to darker things that could not be accomplished or experienced with a group involved. It wasn't long after this that he had met Saren, the man that would teach him the ways of the force. Now by himself, and still unhindered with the fact his guardian was always working, Vallen would often venture into the outskirts of the city and observe the indigenous wildlife within the valleys. He would lay traps to catch them and afterwards he would observe them as they cried in pain while attempting to escape the trap. Sometimes he would even approach the animal and finish it off in gruesome manners depending on his mood. This was how the man came upon him, with Vallen having ventured quite far from the city one day--he stumbled upon the man's shack that was far from the city's hands or ears.
Saren's voice was serpentine in nature, and like Vallen, the voice seemed to carry a very persuasive air to it that drew in whoever was speaking to them. It wasn't something bolstered by the force inherently, although one could say they both spoke as though they were politicians. Upon the river they spoke for quite a while, Saren detailing a few stories of the past that involved the complexities of the force--each story drawing in Vallen's interest in the ways of the force. Vallen didn't know it, but Saren immediately knew that the boy was force-sensitive and that was the only reason that conversation was sparked between the two. For Vallen, the mundane existence which he had been subjected to had already brought him to want something more. It was what drew him to create the gang within his town and it was what brought him outside the city to occupy his time. Vallen was very much interested in Saren, and when he offered to train Vallen in the ways of the force--the young boy eagerly agreed.
Again, due to his arrangement with his mother, it was not hard for Vallen to escape the city and find himself in Saren's company on a daily basis, having his already warped mind being further warped by Saren and the darkside in which he taught the boy. He instructed him as to what the very essence of the force was, how it was the make-up of everything around them essentially. He also taught him, as a follower of the darkside, the force was there for him to bend given his will was powerful enough. It wasn't long before Vallen was convinced that this was the void in his stomach--that the petty crime and simplistic sadistic acts that he had endured were simply transitions to ultimately lead up to this training. He embraced the darkside in its entirety.
Having received enough instruction, and through much direct training and meditation, he had summoned the affinity which was within him so that he could utilize the force himself..Enough to the satisfaction of his master that Saren decided that he would send him out on a hunting mission to see if the training in which the boy had endured had a positive effect. Vallen was then tasked with hunting and killing a Clawcat. As though his acceptance mattered, the boy ventured into the mountainous regions surrounding the valley the man lived in until he found a cave. It went without saying that the untamed region was home to many creatures, and clawcats were known to be housed within the many caves littering the mountain sides. He entered cautiously.
He entered the cat's den, and instead of fighting it within the den--he drew it out so that he would have both the light and space to his advantage. The cave itself had a rather spacious platform of earth just outside the entrance, so he picked that as the area in which he would slay the beast. He could hear it's roars, echoing through the length of the cave--it's sound growing louder as it neared him. He called to it, having brought a fish he captured before-hand to lure the cat out. Just as it leapt from the mouth of the cave, Vallen ducked underneath it--avoiding the first pounce of the beast.
As the beast landed and slid across the ground, its form turned and gazed hungrily at Vallen, the boy tossed the fish towards the edge in hopes that it would chase after it. It didn't though, perhaps it was smarter than that, Vallen didn't have time to think about it. The only thing he had to fend off the beast was a blade which his master had sent with him. It charged towards him and Vallen drew the blade. The beast far out-weighed Vallen, and was riddled with muscle, so it went without saying that Vallen wouldn't be able to fend off the beast if he jumped on top of him. The beast jumped forward, claws baring towards Vallen. He leapt to the side, rolling as he turned his blade--slicing the animal's leg. It growled in protest and rolled as it landed, though not hindered by the strike set upon him. He attacked again, though now Vallen was unable to dodge.
The beast landed ontop of him, Vallen's head crashing into the ground just near the edge of the cliff which the cave over-looked. It's claws dug into his arm, ripping into his flesh. On the other hand, Vallen realized that he was no match and instead of dodging--he had directed the blade outward so that the animal's chest would be punctured as it tackled into Vallen. With the weakened state of the animal apparent, Vallen twisted both his own form and the blade, using the pain from the twisitng to force the animal to retreat it's form. Laying ,parallel to the edge, his twist beckoned the animal towards the edge and he pushed the blade forward to further it's direction to his will. As the cat retreated fully, it couldn't help but teeter upon the edge, clawing at the edge to avoid falling over. With the advantage in his favor, Vallen pushed the blade forward as well as the animal, sending it hurdling down to the rocks below. He retrieved its carcass and returned to his master.
There were many more tests such as this, sometimes venturing as far as to killing devaronians that were informative to those looking for Saren. Although these were much easier than the beasts he encountered in the wilderness, punishments for law-breaking were strict on the planet so being captured would spell very bad things for Vallen. Because of this, he had to plan out his assassinations of these men in meticulous manners, ranging from sabotage of speeders to knives in the midst of the night. He developed tactical skills beyond what his master had thought Vallen was capable of, enough to where he rewarded him with a new facet of training--sabers.
Saren then began training Vallen in the form of basic lightsaber combat, the Shii-Cho form. Hours and hours, day after day, they spent sparring with sabers and meditating upon what was learned after each session. While Vallen preferred learning about the complexities of the force, he found the Makashi style to be quite intriguing and while he never had the pleasure to learn it, it was one that his master had shown him very briefly with a oral elaboration on its form. Parrying and dodging, striking with light but efficient lunges and slices. Had he not acquired a love for the smell of blood, he might have preferred it over the knife which, in the midst of his more sadistic episodes, provided further satisfaction than a saber ever could. In the end, his focus was trained upon the force and it's complexities.
Again, due to his arrangement with his mother, it was not hard for Vallen to escape the city and find himself in Saren's company on a daily basis, having his already warped mind being further warped by Saren and the darkside in which he taught the boy. He instructed him as to what the very essence of the force was, how it was the make-up of everything around them essentially. He also taught him, as a follower of the darkside, the force was there for him to bend given his will was powerful enough. It wasn't long before Vallen was convinced that this was the void in his stomach--that the petty crime and simplistic sadistic acts that he had endured were simply transitions to ultimately lead up to this training. He embraced the darkside in its entirety.
Having received enough instruction, and through much direct training and meditation, he had summoned the affinity which was within him so that he could utilize the force himself..Enough to the satisfaction of his master that Saren decided that he would send him out on a hunting mission to see if the training in which the boy had endured had a positive effect. Vallen was then tasked with hunting and killing a Clawcat. As though his acceptance mattered, the boy ventured into the mountainous regions surrounding the valley the man lived in until he found a cave. It went without saying that the untamed region was home to many creatures, and clawcats were known to be housed within the many caves littering the mountain sides. He entered cautiously.
He entered the cat's den, and instead of fighting it within the den--he drew it out so that he would have both the light and space to his advantage. The cave itself had a rather spacious platform of earth just outside the entrance, so he picked that as the area in which he would slay the beast. He could hear it's roars, echoing through the length of the cave--it's sound growing louder as it neared him. He called to it, having brought a fish he captured before-hand to lure the cat out. Just as it leapt from the mouth of the cave, Vallen ducked underneath it--avoiding the first pounce of the beast.
As the beast landed and slid across the ground, its form turned and gazed hungrily at Vallen, the boy tossed the fish towards the edge in hopes that it would chase after it. It didn't though, perhaps it was smarter than that, Vallen didn't have time to think about it. The only thing he had to fend off the beast was a blade which his master had sent with him. It charged towards him and Vallen drew the blade. The beast far out-weighed Vallen, and was riddled with muscle, so it went without saying that Vallen wouldn't be able to fend off the beast if he jumped on top of him. The beast jumped forward, claws baring towards Vallen. He leapt to the side, rolling as he turned his blade--slicing the animal's leg. It growled in protest and rolled as it landed, though not hindered by the strike set upon him. He attacked again, though now Vallen was unable to dodge.
The beast landed ontop of him, Vallen's head crashing into the ground just near the edge of the cliff which the cave over-looked. It's claws dug into his arm, ripping into his flesh. On the other hand, Vallen realized that he was no match and instead of dodging--he had directed the blade outward so that the animal's chest would be punctured as it tackled into Vallen. With the weakened state of the animal apparent, Vallen twisted both his own form and the blade, using the pain from the twisitng to force the animal to retreat it's form. Laying ,parallel to the edge, his twist beckoned the animal towards the edge and he pushed the blade forward to further it's direction to his will. As the cat retreated fully, it couldn't help but teeter upon the edge, clawing at the edge to avoid falling over. With the advantage in his favor, Vallen pushed the blade forward as well as the animal, sending it hurdling down to the rocks below. He retrieved its carcass and returned to his master.
There were many more tests such as this, sometimes venturing as far as to killing devaronians that were informative to those looking for Saren. Although these were much easier than the beasts he encountered in the wilderness, punishments for law-breaking were strict on the planet so being captured would spell very bad things for Vallen. Because of this, he had to plan out his assassinations of these men in meticulous manners, ranging from sabotage of speeders to knives in the midst of the night. He developed tactical skills beyond what his master had thought Vallen was capable of, enough to where he rewarded him with a new facet of training--sabers.
Saren then began training Vallen in the form of basic lightsaber combat, the Shii-Cho form. Hours and hours, day after day, they spent sparring with sabers and meditating upon what was learned after each session. While Vallen preferred learning about the complexities of the force, he found the Makashi style to be quite intriguing and while he never had the pleasure to learn it, it was one that his master had shown him very briefly with a oral elaboration on its form. Parrying and dodging, striking with light but efficient lunges and slices. Had he not acquired a love for the smell of blood, he might have preferred it over the knife which, in the midst of his more sadistic episodes, provided further satisfaction than a saber ever could. In the end, his focus was trained upon the force and it's complexities.
With each story beginning, another one ends. Having said that, Saren wasn't meant to live forever. If anything, his existence was merely a medium to which Vallen could begin his quest to become a powerful force-user. That fact had come apparent as ghosts of the past resurfaced to exact justice upon the old dark jedi. A jedi master and his padawan seemed to, despite both Vallen's and Saren's efforts, uncover the location of Saren's hide out and ventured there. Luckily, Vallen was stuck helping his mother with some menial tasks around the house when the assault occured. He heard about the business and concluded his work with his mother, venturing out immediately afterwards to see if the rumors of a lightsaber battle on the outskirts occuring being true.
As he neared the Saren's shack, it was apparent that a battle had occured there. He remained vigilant in his approach and heard noises from within the decrepit building. The door was open as he came, so there was no need to open it, and there he saw his master before a single jedi. He could tell the jedi was young from behind, and assumed the master laying upon the ground had been slain by Vallen's master. Although this was true, Saren was badly hurt--so much that he was laying against the wall close to death. It was apparent that the duo of jedi were able to beat him despite suffering the lost of the stronger one. With the Jedi approaching, Vallen took the opportunity to flank the jedi, digging a blade into the Jedi's spin and dropping him immediately.
"You saved me Vallen..."
Vallen didn't speak as his mind was racing. His eyes were upon the dead jedi, watching as the blood seeped from the back of his neck and created a puddle which encompassed the area of the jedi's head. He had indeed saved his master from death by a jedi, although thoughts of homicide was on his own mind. He then looked up at his master, willing the force to call upon Saren's lightsaber that had escaped his master's grasp in the wake of the current events. As it slid into his hands and he brought it before his eyes, boasting that the saber was now his and that his master was soon to perish.
"Call it a graduation present...my child.."
The serpentine voice was riddled with fear, as though the emotions and thoughts within Vallen were apparent to the old force-user. Saren activated the saber, it's red energy beaming into existence with a subtle hum-giving much satisfaction to the growing darksider. He took steps forward to the dying man.
"There isn't anything more that you can teach me, old man. It is time for us to part ways.. "
The boy spoke with a voice enriched with his sadistic nature, thereafter extending the second hand as the extremity that was the force extended beyond physical reach of Vallen, gripping Saren's neck as it proceeded to choke out what was left of the man's lifeforce. Vallen gazed towards his master as the last sign of life slipped from Saren's expression and his lifeless eyes simply stared into the abyss of death.
As he neared the Saren's shack, it was apparent that a battle had occured there. He remained vigilant in his approach and heard noises from within the decrepit building. The door was open as he came, so there was no need to open it, and there he saw his master before a single jedi. He could tell the jedi was young from behind, and assumed the master laying upon the ground had been slain by Vallen's master. Although this was true, Saren was badly hurt--so much that he was laying against the wall close to death. It was apparent that the duo of jedi were able to beat him despite suffering the lost of the stronger one. With the Jedi approaching, Vallen took the opportunity to flank the jedi, digging a blade into the Jedi's spin and dropping him immediately.
"You saved me Vallen..."
Vallen didn't speak as his mind was racing. His eyes were upon the dead jedi, watching as the blood seeped from the back of his neck and created a puddle which encompassed the area of the jedi's head. He had indeed saved his master from death by a jedi, although thoughts of homicide was on his own mind. He then looked up at his master, willing the force to call upon Saren's lightsaber that had escaped his master's grasp in the wake of the current events. As it slid into his hands and he brought it before his eyes, boasting that the saber was now his and that his master was soon to perish.
"Call it a graduation present...my child.."
The serpentine voice was riddled with fear, as though the emotions and thoughts within Vallen were apparent to the old force-user. Saren activated the saber, it's red energy beaming into existence with a subtle hum-giving much satisfaction to the growing darksider. He took steps forward to the dying man.
"There isn't anything more that you can teach me, old man. It is time for us to part ways.. "
The boy spoke with a voice enriched with his sadistic nature, thereafter extending the second hand as the extremity that was the force extended beyond physical reach of Vallen, gripping Saren's neck as it proceeded to choke out what was left of the man's lifeforce. Vallen gazed towards his master as the last sign of life slipped from Saren's expression and his lifeless eyes simply stared into the abyss of death.
In the act of killing his master, Vallen had an undeniable rush teeming through his form. Those he had killed before hand meant little to him, and although he held no real love for his master, one could not say a relationship had not been developed. As sad as it was, Saren was the closest thing to a father figure that Vallen had. Having said that, the rush that he received was different from the ones he experienced before--it was burdened with both the love for killing and the dismal feeling of loss. Ultimately though, as he was taught by his master, the strong killed the weak and as such--in Saren's moment of weakness it was to be that he should perish by his pupil's hands.
He returned to his mother then, no longer having any real reason to venture out into the wilderness and remained there for mere days before deciding his next move. He contemplated the teachings of his old master and how he could apply it to his future; he also recalled his master mentioning the Sith order. It was something that he had not seen first-hand, although information received by his master detailed it being an organization of darksiders. Now feeling that the life on Devaron was at best inadequate, he sought to venture to Korriban--the home of the Sith Empire--so that he could continue his training in the force.
Little was said to his mother, in fact--there wasn't even so much as a goodbye said to her before he departed. Over time his perception of both his family and the planet in which he was raised in had changed quite a bit. He felt that the life he was subjected to was beneath him and that through Saren's direction he had been given opportunities beyond what Devaron could provide. He left with a disdain for both the planet and his mother upon a freighter heading anywhere but there. It would take some time, though with his sly tongue he managed to talk his way onto enough transportation vessels to find himself upon the planet of Korriban where he intended to formerly join The Sith Order.
He returned to his mother then, no longer having any real reason to venture out into the wilderness and remained there for mere days before deciding his next move. He contemplated the teachings of his old master and how he could apply it to his future; he also recalled his master mentioning the Sith order. It was something that he had not seen first-hand, although information received by his master detailed it being an organization of darksiders. Now feeling that the life on Devaron was at best inadequate, he sought to venture to Korriban--the home of the Sith Empire--so that he could continue his training in the force.
Little was said to his mother, in fact--there wasn't even so much as a goodbye said to her before he departed. Over time his perception of both his family and the planet in which he was raised in had changed quite a bit. He felt that the life he was subjected to was beneath him and that through Saren's direction he had been given opportunities beyond what Devaron could provide. He left with a disdain for both the planet and his mother upon a freighter heading anywhere but there. It would take some time, though with his sly tongue he managed to talk his way onto enough transportation vessels to find himself upon the planet of Korriban where he intended to formerly join The Sith Order.
RP Sample:
Korriban...In many ways it was not unlike Devaron. In fact, it held more similarities to his home world than any other planet in which he had come across in his adventures that would ultimately lead him to the Sith Headquarters. He peered through the thick glass which separated him from the atmosphere of the planet, observing the landscape as the descent of the freighter brought him closer to the planet's surface. As it drew closer, it became more apparent that the planet was encroached in the energies of the darkside, and Vallen then realized how minute his old master's presence truly was in the wake of the darkside's true power. There was much to learn and the thought of this world's information being at the hands of Vallen riddled his form with pleasure, providing goosebumps that inched through his arms with an anxious sensation.
As the intercom switched on, and a voice which announced the arrival to Korriban sounded, the young devaronian was already making his way towards the ship's exit. He was in line like many others, mostly workers who were going to prepare the area in which they landed for unloading supplies. Having said that, he stuck out like a Bantha on Manaan, the thought brought a wicked smile to his face. He was above those here, merely by his training and destiny, and so he moved past them and exited the ship first. He could hear the scowling but gave the protests little acknowledgement apart from the smile etched upon his features. Hearing the crunch of the dry surface underneath his boots, the actuality of his arrival had become apparent, leaving his digits to instinctively ravel into his palm and clench with anticipation. He would then trek through the space port towards the direction of the academy--relishing in the thoughts of what was to come.
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