Post by Aleksandr on Aug 4, 2014 17:13:56 GMT -5
Name: Aleksandr Idruin
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 151lbs
Appearance:
He typically wears his dark hair long, down past his ears. On close inspection one might find his hair streaked with natural auburn hue. His blue-green eyes are striking to some and possess a piercing quality. These days, however, those eyes are more often the molten gold of a Sith. The features of the youth are sharp and proud. He possesses an ectomorphic body-type, which gives him a lean appearance, but renders gaining any substantial amount of muscle a hard task. Alek often wears loose fitting robes of muted, somber hues, the most colorful being those of a deep crimson. He usually wears shin-length black boots of spunplast.
His presence in a room is that of a flame that spits out emotions like sparks. He speaks his mind, much to the displeasure of his superiors. However, get him to sit down and have a normal conversation and one will quickly find him socially awkward.
On Korriban, he can be most often seen sitting somewhere, brooding, or stalking off on a mission. Typically, he carries himself tall and proud, with chin held high. Smiles from him are incredibly rare and the only laughter one will hear from Aleksandr is either a bitter bark or else derisive.
Personality:
Impulsive is the word best used to describe Aleks. Passionate would be another. Although he may be racked with doubts about a decision, he will rarely show such weakness. Instead, he will explode in a fit of aimless rage. He is incredibly stubborn. Though he lacks any loquacious skill or superior intellect he is possessed of a powerful conviction and an indomitable will. To describe him as humorless would be incorrect, though many might perceive him as such due to his usual serious appearance that is only broken by his zealotry for whatever happens to rile his emotions at the moment. He is honorable to a fault and this honor tends to come into conflict with the Sith tenet of survival before all else. The Sith seek to crush the weak, but Aleksandr has his moments of compassion where he is unwilling to simply destroy another person simply because they are weaker.
Once, he possessed social graces. Yet after the harsh conditioning of the Sith Order and the death of his mother, brother and Master he became entirely unconcerned with small talk. He is serious, frank, and charmless.
Birth place: Mygeeto
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Sith Apprentice
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: N/A
Lightsaber: Saberstaff, Dual-Phase
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 0
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 2
Shien / Djem So - 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 0
Juyo - 0
Double Bladed Combat - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Aleksandr was born to the CEO of a lucrative mining corporation on Mygeeto. The boy was raised with wealth at his fingertips. The youngest of three brothers, he did not take to the family business his siblings did. Where they possessed a keen intellect for numbers to make even the Muun wary, Aleks was more interested in martial affairs.
With the Sith Empire's annexation of the Hydian Way along that area, the Idruin family soon became players in the grand schemes of the Empire's aristocracy. The Idruins had never been considered nobility... until now. Money flowed through their veins and in this age as in every age money could overcome what blood could not. Aleksandr's father situated himself firmly inside the circle of nobility and his brothers followed suit, but not Alek.
The youth hated the cold, barren world of Mygeeto and he hated the corporations that ran it. He was tired of the pointless strategy meetings for hostile takeovers and business mergers. He wanted to fight against the Republic, their true enemy. Indoctrination under the Sith Empire's schooling had served its purpose well with Aleksandr Idruin. Hook, line, and sinker went down his gullet and he truly believed that the superior system of the Empire was the greatest in the galaxy. Other civilizations simply didn't understand, they resisted, and so they needed to be corrected. They acted as children and so they would be instructed as children.
Thus, Aleks used his rather considerable allowance to buy classes in martial unarmed combat. He also hired a Tapani saber rake to train him in the use of a lightfoil. It was this Rake that was a cause of some contention in the Idruin household. He was gregarious, charming, and had a notable scar across his cheek that somehow made him look more handsome. He taught Aleksandr how to laugh and filled the manor with smiles. Yet after just three years of training his father had the Rake suddenly arrested and sent away. Patriarch Idruin suspected the man of seducing his wife, but never told the boy.
There was no more laughter after that.
In pursuit of these extracurricular activities, Aleksandr neglected almost all else. He had few friends on the ice-covered planet and fewer interest in pursuing careers akin to theirs. They were all wealthy and they all wished to continue to stay that way. Yet, Aleksandr dreamed of glory on the fields of battle. This caused them to slowly drift apart as Aleksandr became increasingly frustrated with their complacency. They did not seek fame, only wealth.
Idruin did not want to be a businessman. He wanted to be a conqueror.
The Republic, he'd been taught, was a foolish entity that sought to reward incompetence. It was a failing welfare State in the beginnings of its death throes. Aleks just wanted to help it along toward the inevitable.
His mother encouraged such pursuits and would regale her with stories he'd heard about the "Front," where the fighting was fiercest. She would always smile and tell him that he'd be her little soldier. Of course, that little soldier soon grew into a young man.
However, his father did not see eye to eye on the matter and at the age of 17 he was put in charge of a business merger. Unfortunately, his lack of interest in such matters coupled with his impulsivity led to him purchasing stocks at a high cost right before a large dip in the market. It cost his father a fortune, but what's more is that it cost that of several influential bodies in the noble court.
Vasel, the middle brother, tried to take the blame. He'd always been found of Aleksandr and protected him from his father's wrath. But this time he could do nothing for his young brother. Idruin had no choice but to send his youngest son somewhere he couldn't bother any of them again.
The topic of Aleksandr's Force Sensitivity came up again as it had several years previously. The family knew of his powers but kept it a secret as the patriarch hoped to some day utilize those powers to his advantage. Such powers, including a relatively small display of telekinesis, were why Aleksandr had so few friends in the first place. Patriarch Idruin wanted a card up his sleeve, so to speak. However, that was no longer possible. So, after some inquiring about a topic he'd heard earlier, a friend on the nobility told him of an academy on Korriban for those with such skills.
Idruin sent his son off to this mysterious academy, hoping it was for the best.
Aleksandr spent two years at this Sith Academy on Korriban. Despite his zeal for the cause and his classes in martial arts, he arrived an entitled, rich fop. Others shunned him as the rich kid who didn't know how to fight. Most of the other apprentices were hard. Not physically, but mentally. They'd seen the war first hand, watched friends torn to pieces. They understood suffering and pain and that gave them strength. Aleksandr had led an easy life. He had never struggled to survive. Suddenly being thrown in with these people, more Akk Wolf than humanoid, quickly conditioned him to the reality of the galaxy.
He was neither tall nor exceptionally strong, even so his soft, aristocratic body became lean and hard under this grueling physical training. It was nothing like anything he'd ever experienced. The Sith pushed him to his limits, seeking to break him. His body failed him, time and again, cramping up during the obstacle course or mid-push up. However, his will to succeed pushed him on.
They trained him in the basics of the Force, but Aleksandr spent considerable time on those powers that utilized energy manipulation as well as physical enhancement. He trained to make himself faster, much faster than many would think humanly possible.
He did not excel like some of his peers, nor did he drop out like the weak. The Sith further instilled in him that weakness meant death. In this galaxy, the strong survived. Aleksandr swore he'd be a survivor. Even so, the only advantage he had over his classmates was his sheer force of will. Where others quit, Aleksandr kept going. Through hard work and determination he managed to make up for his lack of natural skill.
While his training with the Tapani saber rake had given him some insight into the basics of lightsaber combat it was nothing like the ceaseless practice at the Academy, but Aleks took to the saber training with an avarice. Aleksandr opted for Ataru as his initial style of choice. The aggressiveness and mobility appealed to him.
Soon it came time to ship off the initiates as apprentices. Aleks was attached to Lord Edris, a skilled adept at the Dark Side of the Force. Edris and Aleksandr were sent off to Subterrel to help with some of the operations there.
On the trip to Subterrel Edris taught Aleks a deeper understanding of the Force and the Dark Side. He told him that many saw the Dark Side as just a tool to gain power, but Edris said there was more to it than that. In the middle of a pool of lava was a pole smeared in grease that all Nature's creatures had to climb. At the bottom of the pole were the prey. They were weak and trapped and because they were weak they would die. At the top were the predators, the survivors. They had the strength to climb over the weak who were in the way. At the top of that pole, the very top, awaited freedom, Edris said, freedom from anyone who sought to bind you.
That was what the Force was, a pathway to power and power was a pathway to liberation, for who could chain a god?
At this time, Aleksandr hadn't seen his family in two years. His mother was anxious to see him and continually pushed his father. Eventually, his father relented and pulled some strings to discover Aleksandr's location. He himself was too busy to go see his son, but he let his wife and middle son Vasel go in his stead.
Aleksandr was on the way back to the base from the spaceport with his mother and brother when the attack came. Jedi, so-called defenders of the light, became enveloped in a skirmish with the Sith. Aleksandr's shuttle was shot down as he approached the base and in the ensuing chaos he was separated from his family. He woke up two hours later with a concussion to discover Vasel and his mother's bodies in the speeder. They were dead.
In tears, Aleksandr moved to engage the Jedi. His two years of training, where he'd learned how to enhance his body and where he'd discovered how to manipulate the energies of the Force into destructive forces of nature, such as fire, availed him little. Despite his conviction, he was easily bested, losing the tip of his left forefinger when his lightsaber was cut in half. He watched his Master struck down in front of him, all words of survival and strength disappearing in an instant as a Jedi cleaved his head from his shoulders. Another of the Sith Knights present pulled him and the survivors away from Subterrel, just barely escaping.
Later, he cursed himself for his weakness and inability to save his family and Edris. After taking several weeks to recover from his injuries, he spent a full month at the Academy constructing a new lightsaber, using a furnace to create the synthetic crystals he needed for the weapon. After a many, many days of intense labor, he managed to construct a dual-phase saberstaff. With the single press of a button one of the blades could extend to double the length. Of course it was only useful as a surprise attack. Actually wielding a saberstaff with blades double the length of normal would be impractical.
Aleksandr continues his training at the academy, occasionally being paired with a Sith Master or Knight, though a true replacement has not yet been found.
RP Sample:
Click-clack, click-clack. Idruin restlessly paced the halls of the Academy. The dimly lit interior provided some relief from the harsh rays on the surface of Korriban. A dead planet. He could feel its oppressive presence in the Dark Side. An ancient hatred, old and patient in its wrath. It waited for him as it waited for them all. Waiting had served it well over the millennia. How many Sith were buried in these sands? Hundreds? Thousands? Aleksandr couldn't say. But it knew. It knew each and every skeleton that sank beneath those shifting sands. It was a symbol of a truth that many Sith failed to understand. Death waited for them all.
Aleksandr knew death. He'd watched his friend and family die and he'd been able to do nothing, paralyzed by fear. He would not do so again. Next time would be different. Next time he would slaughter the Jedi. All of them. His fingers balled into fists and his arms trembled. He didn't care if he died in the process. Maybe then his father would understand what sacrifice for a cause meant.
He looked up at the arrival, molten gold eyes fading to a pale turquoise as his sudden anger dissipated. Just another face he was to follow, or a true replacement for his fallen master? How long would they make him wait, masterless?
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 151lbs
Appearance:
He typically wears his dark hair long, down past his ears. On close inspection one might find his hair streaked with natural auburn hue. His blue-green eyes are striking to some and possess a piercing quality. These days, however, those eyes are more often the molten gold of a Sith. The features of the youth are sharp and proud. He possesses an ectomorphic body-type, which gives him a lean appearance, but renders gaining any substantial amount of muscle a hard task. Alek often wears loose fitting robes of muted, somber hues, the most colorful being those of a deep crimson. He usually wears shin-length black boots of spunplast.
His presence in a room is that of a flame that spits out emotions like sparks. He speaks his mind, much to the displeasure of his superiors. However, get him to sit down and have a normal conversation and one will quickly find him socially awkward.
On Korriban, he can be most often seen sitting somewhere, brooding, or stalking off on a mission. Typically, he carries himself tall and proud, with chin held high. Smiles from him are incredibly rare and the only laughter one will hear from Aleksandr is either a bitter bark or else derisive.
Personality:
Impulsive is the word best used to describe Aleks. Passionate would be another. Although he may be racked with doubts about a decision, he will rarely show such weakness. Instead, he will explode in a fit of aimless rage. He is incredibly stubborn. Though he lacks any loquacious skill or superior intellect he is possessed of a powerful conviction and an indomitable will. To describe him as humorless would be incorrect, though many might perceive him as such due to his usual serious appearance that is only broken by his zealotry for whatever happens to rile his emotions at the moment. He is honorable to a fault and this honor tends to come into conflict with the Sith tenet of survival before all else. The Sith seek to crush the weak, but Aleksandr has his moments of compassion where he is unwilling to simply destroy another person simply because they are weaker.
Once, he possessed social graces. Yet after the harsh conditioning of the Sith Order and the death of his mother, brother and Master he became entirely unconcerned with small talk. He is serious, frank, and charmless.
Birth place: Mygeeto
Faction: Sith Order
Rank: Sith Apprentice
Previous Faction: N/A
Previous Rank: N/A
Lightsaber: Saberstaff, Dual-Phase
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - 0
Soresu - 0
Ataru - 2
Shien / Djem So - 0
>>Sub-form Backhanded - 0
Niman - 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield - 0
Juyo - 0
Double Bladed Combat - 1
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 1
Body: 5
Sense: 2
Protection: 1
Healing: 0
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 5
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 6
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 0
Bio:
Aleksandr was born to the CEO of a lucrative mining corporation on Mygeeto. The boy was raised with wealth at his fingertips. The youngest of three brothers, he did not take to the family business his siblings did. Where they possessed a keen intellect for numbers to make even the Muun wary, Aleks was more interested in martial affairs.
With the Sith Empire's annexation of the Hydian Way along that area, the Idruin family soon became players in the grand schemes of the Empire's aristocracy. The Idruins had never been considered nobility... until now. Money flowed through their veins and in this age as in every age money could overcome what blood could not. Aleksandr's father situated himself firmly inside the circle of nobility and his brothers followed suit, but not Alek.
The youth hated the cold, barren world of Mygeeto and he hated the corporations that ran it. He was tired of the pointless strategy meetings for hostile takeovers and business mergers. He wanted to fight against the Republic, their true enemy. Indoctrination under the Sith Empire's schooling had served its purpose well with Aleksandr Idruin. Hook, line, and sinker went down his gullet and he truly believed that the superior system of the Empire was the greatest in the galaxy. Other civilizations simply didn't understand, they resisted, and so they needed to be corrected. They acted as children and so they would be instructed as children.
Thus, Aleks used his rather considerable allowance to buy classes in martial unarmed combat. He also hired a Tapani saber rake to train him in the use of a lightfoil. It was this Rake that was a cause of some contention in the Idruin household. He was gregarious, charming, and had a notable scar across his cheek that somehow made him look more handsome. He taught Aleksandr how to laugh and filled the manor with smiles. Yet after just three years of training his father had the Rake suddenly arrested and sent away. Patriarch Idruin suspected the man of seducing his wife, but never told the boy.
There was no more laughter after that.
In pursuit of these extracurricular activities, Aleksandr neglected almost all else. He had few friends on the ice-covered planet and fewer interest in pursuing careers akin to theirs. They were all wealthy and they all wished to continue to stay that way. Yet, Aleksandr dreamed of glory on the fields of battle. This caused them to slowly drift apart as Aleksandr became increasingly frustrated with their complacency. They did not seek fame, only wealth.
Idruin did not want to be a businessman. He wanted to be a conqueror.
The Republic, he'd been taught, was a foolish entity that sought to reward incompetence. It was a failing welfare State in the beginnings of its death throes. Aleks just wanted to help it along toward the inevitable.
His mother encouraged such pursuits and would regale her with stories he'd heard about the "Front," where the fighting was fiercest. She would always smile and tell him that he'd be her little soldier. Of course, that little soldier soon grew into a young man.
However, his father did not see eye to eye on the matter and at the age of 17 he was put in charge of a business merger. Unfortunately, his lack of interest in such matters coupled with his impulsivity led to him purchasing stocks at a high cost right before a large dip in the market. It cost his father a fortune, but what's more is that it cost that of several influential bodies in the noble court.
Vasel, the middle brother, tried to take the blame. He'd always been found of Aleksandr and protected him from his father's wrath. But this time he could do nothing for his young brother. Idruin had no choice but to send his youngest son somewhere he couldn't bother any of them again.
The topic of Aleksandr's Force Sensitivity came up again as it had several years previously. The family knew of his powers but kept it a secret as the patriarch hoped to some day utilize those powers to his advantage. Such powers, including a relatively small display of telekinesis, were why Aleksandr had so few friends in the first place. Patriarch Idruin wanted a card up his sleeve, so to speak. However, that was no longer possible. So, after some inquiring about a topic he'd heard earlier, a friend on the nobility told him of an academy on Korriban for those with such skills.
Idruin sent his son off to this mysterious academy, hoping it was for the best.
Aleksandr spent two years at this Sith Academy on Korriban. Despite his zeal for the cause and his classes in martial arts, he arrived an entitled, rich fop. Others shunned him as the rich kid who didn't know how to fight. Most of the other apprentices were hard. Not physically, but mentally. They'd seen the war first hand, watched friends torn to pieces. They understood suffering and pain and that gave them strength. Aleksandr had led an easy life. He had never struggled to survive. Suddenly being thrown in with these people, more Akk Wolf than humanoid, quickly conditioned him to the reality of the galaxy.
He was neither tall nor exceptionally strong, even so his soft, aristocratic body became lean and hard under this grueling physical training. It was nothing like anything he'd ever experienced. The Sith pushed him to his limits, seeking to break him. His body failed him, time and again, cramping up during the obstacle course or mid-push up. However, his will to succeed pushed him on.
They trained him in the basics of the Force, but Aleksandr spent considerable time on those powers that utilized energy manipulation as well as physical enhancement. He trained to make himself faster, much faster than many would think humanly possible.
He did not excel like some of his peers, nor did he drop out like the weak. The Sith further instilled in him that weakness meant death. In this galaxy, the strong survived. Aleksandr swore he'd be a survivor. Even so, the only advantage he had over his classmates was his sheer force of will. Where others quit, Aleksandr kept going. Through hard work and determination he managed to make up for his lack of natural skill.
While his training with the Tapani saber rake had given him some insight into the basics of lightsaber combat it was nothing like the ceaseless practice at the Academy, but Aleks took to the saber training with an avarice. Aleksandr opted for Ataru as his initial style of choice. The aggressiveness and mobility appealed to him.
Soon it came time to ship off the initiates as apprentices. Aleks was attached to Lord Edris, a skilled adept at the Dark Side of the Force. Edris and Aleksandr were sent off to Subterrel to help with some of the operations there.
On the trip to Subterrel Edris taught Aleks a deeper understanding of the Force and the Dark Side. He told him that many saw the Dark Side as just a tool to gain power, but Edris said there was more to it than that. In the middle of a pool of lava was a pole smeared in grease that all Nature's creatures had to climb. At the bottom of the pole were the prey. They were weak and trapped and because they were weak they would die. At the top were the predators, the survivors. They had the strength to climb over the weak who were in the way. At the top of that pole, the very top, awaited freedom, Edris said, freedom from anyone who sought to bind you.
That was what the Force was, a pathway to power and power was a pathway to liberation, for who could chain a god?
At this time, Aleksandr hadn't seen his family in two years. His mother was anxious to see him and continually pushed his father. Eventually, his father relented and pulled some strings to discover Aleksandr's location. He himself was too busy to go see his son, but he let his wife and middle son Vasel go in his stead.
Aleksandr was on the way back to the base from the spaceport with his mother and brother when the attack came. Jedi, so-called defenders of the light, became enveloped in a skirmish with the Sith. Aleksandr's shuttle was shot down as he approached the base and in the ensuing chaos he was separated from his family. He woke up two hours later with a concussion to discover Vasel and his mother's bodies in the speeder. They were dead.
In tears, Aleksandr moved to engage the Jedi. His two years of training, where he'd learned how to enhance his body and where he'd discovered how to manipulate the energies of the Force into destructive forces of nature, such as fire, availed him little. Despite his conviction, he was easily bested, losing the tip of his left forefinger when his lightsaber was cut in half. He watched his Master struck down in front of him, all words of survival and strength disappearing in an instant as a Jedi cleaved his head from his shoulders. Another of the Sith Knights present pulled him and the survivors away from Subterrel, just barely escaping.
Later, he cursed himself for his weakness and inability to save his family and Edris. After taking several weeks to recover from his injuries, he spent a full month at the Academy constructing a new lightsaber, using a furnace to create the synthetic crystals he needed for the weapon. After a many, many days of intense labor, he managed to construct a dual-phase saberstaff. With the single press of a button one of the blades could extend to double the length. Of course it was only useful as a surprise attack. Actually wielding a saberstaff with blades double the length of normal would be impractical.
Aleksandr continues his training at the academy, occasionally being paired with a Sith Master or Knight, though a true replacement has not yet been found.
RP Sample:
Click-clack, click-clack. Idruin restlessly paced the halls of the Academy. The dimly lit interior provided some relief from the harsh rays on the surface of Korriban. A dead planet. He could feel its oppressive presence in the Dark Side. An ancient hatred, old and patient in its wrath. It waited for him as it waited for them all. Waiting had served it well over the millennia. How many Sith were buried in these sands? Hundreds? Thousands? Aleksandr couldn't say. But it knew. It knew each and every skeleton that sank beneath those shifting sands. It was a symbol of a truth that many Sith failed to understand. Death waited for them all.
Aleksandr knew death. He'd watched his friend and family die and he'd been able to do nothing, paralyzed by fear. He would not do so again. Next time would be different. Next time he would slaughter the Jedi. All of them. His fingers balled into fists and his arms trembled. He didn't care if he died in the process. Maybe then his father would understand what sacrifice for a cause meant.
He looked up at the arrival, molten gold eyes fading to a pale turquoise as his sudden anger dissipated. Just another face he was to follow, or a true replacement for his fallen master? How long would they make him wait, masterless?
Or you can simple just say 'Sith'.
), but I'd like to see a bit more about how he moves, holds himself, etc. Appearance is more than just what is in the mirror, does he stalk the halls or skip gaily along? When he enters a room does he sort of meld into the crowd, or is he so stunningly beautiful/ugly that everyone either faints or vomits? Bit extreme there at the end, but you get the drift. Remember appearance is what people posting with you are going to be looking at quite a lot, so give them detail to work with.
