Post by Random Newbie on Jan 22, 2015 16:19:46 GMT -5
Name: Zlec Lap'tan
Race: Trandoshan
Age: 25
Birthplace: Trandosha, also known as Dosha
Allegiance: Empire/Sith
Status: Apprentice
Rank: ^^^^^^
Height/Weight: 7ft
Appearance: Clad in almost ghostly white scales, Zlek's body is patterned in pitch black stripes, most noticeably on her snout where the stripes wrap around her jaws. Built a little less bulky than some of her others, she still retains the long, lanky limps and sharp, hooked claws. Her body is mostly featureless, save for the varying scale of.... Scales where they would normally occur. Her head is a little more on the interesting side, featuring a single row of stubby, black spikes running down the bridge of his nose until it reaches the top of her neck, where the row fans out into loosely packed stacks of sharp horns no bigger than her teeth. Sporting a set of dark orange eyes, the rugged areas around her eyes are pitch black, breaking her pattern and giving her quite an intimidating look.
Personality: Mostly unchanged by her Sith training, Zlek still clings to her hunter traits. Revelling in the hunt, prideful in victory, she still very much enjoys basking in the praise of fellow hunters as they tell tall tails of their various exploits. She's sadistic in the sense she enjoys drawing out a fight, aiming for shallow cuts and cackling laughs to ensure her opponent endures the maximum amount of both physical and mental suffering she can deliver.
If she isn't performing a complex move, or blocking one, her mouth is almost always running. Breaking down the enemies moves, berating their defence and chanting empty threats in an attempt to break the opposition. Once she has defeated the enemy, she will often takes something of them to remember them by, but only if the hunt was enjoyable. Her trophies often come in the form of a finger or tooth, which she keeps in a number of cryogenic capsules often fitted to her belt.
Outside of combat, Zlek tries to remain quiet and uninteresting, suppressing her more animistic nature in the hopes of impressing her superiors. However, when she is around troops, or fellow, lower level, Siths, she can become quite aggressive. Often insulting them as if she were a mighty Sith Lord next to his or her slave, even if the difference in skill was only slight. Not one for tactical thinking, she much prefers the, ''Charge the front lines'' approach to battle, believing that those weak enough to fall don't deserve to fight at all.
Ships/Vehicles: A modified Sith shuttle, complete with hyper-drive and twin-rapid fire laser cannons. Within his ship's small hold, a stubby, unarmed speeder is housed.
Equipment: Red blades instead of the blue.
A medium weight suit of black Mandalorian armour, customized to provide better flexibility and greater range of movement, perfect for her brawlerish style.
Stats: Above Average
Strength - 8
Agility - 7
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 5
Force Stats: Apprentice
Telekinetic- Able to lift large objects with heavy concentration or throw smaller objects with ease.
Telepathic- Non.
Body- She is able to suppress her presence in the Force, effectively cloaking her from being detected by other Force sensitives. While she is able to use this masterfully, she cannot maintain it during battle.
Sense- Her natural senses can be boosted, giving her the ability to hear a twig snap from 30 feet away or the ragged breathing of her prey more than 40 away.
Protection- Basic Force protection, able to block or shrug off smaller pushes if given the time to see them coming.
Healing:– Due to her races natural ability to regenerate wounds or even limbs over long periods of time, she can boost this effect and render deep cuts or gashes others would find extremely painful entirely worthless, stopping the bleeding with a small pause in concentration. Other wound such as lopped off limbs or through-the-gut-stabs take far longer.
Destruction– Lightning is her only true offensive ability, but her knowledge of it is very limited. Able to discharge small shocks or maintain it over a longer time at a far lesser extent.
Combat Training: Expert
Force Training: Apprentice
Other Training: Apprentice
Lightsaber Training: Adept
Shii-Cho-
Makashi-
Soresu-
Ataru-
Shien/Djem So-
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-
Juyo-
Double Bladed Combat-
I don't know any of those, aside from the double bladed style, so I'm just going to describe her style:
Focusing on a more up close and personal style, Zlek prefers powerful strikes and probing her enemies defences for weaknesses. She can work in more acrobatic moves, but relies on constantly advancing towards her opponent, over-powering them with relentless assaults designed with breaking her prey's stamina in mind. Due to her staff-saber, blaster defection is quite simple for her, able to spin her weapon with practised ease before suddenly leaping forward with a Force jump and gutting the front line.
Biography: Born into a hunting tribe, Zlek's early life began with nothing but hunting. Taught at a young age that failure to bring in suitable game meant starving for the week, she quickly learnt how to survive and adapt to changes in her environment. Using whatever she could as a weapon, she fashioned spares, clubs and axes out of simple rocks and vines, doing whatever it took to bring down her prey. Growing older every day, she soon found herself enjoying the hunt, revelling in the action and taking pride in her victories far more than any other activity. Her knowledge to the Force came suddenly and abruptly, when two Sith warriors landed upon her planet.
Now being around 15 in Human terms, she was called forth along with her fellow warriors to try and fend off the attackers. Picking up her spear, she charged head long into battle with her brothers. She watched hours later as her entire pack was slaughtered before her, the Sith Lord who did it all standing over her with raised light-saber. She saw her end coming, a quick slash through the throat and it would all end. But her end didn't come, she wouldn't allow it. Quickly lifting her claws in a defensive pose, she watched with wide eyes as she... Caught[/i the glowing blade. The surprise was shared by all three as Zlek quickly took charge, summoning a powerful blast of Force energy and sending the Sith hurdling through the air, impacting against a nearby rock and breaking his neck instantly.
Pulling herself to his feet, the rather smug Trandoshan put her hands in a threatening pose, chiding the other Sith to attack her. The remaining Sith Lord, now apprentice-less, offered her a place at his side, much to the young warrior's surprise. He promised her riches, power and unending battle if she agreed. Zlek only required the end part to bow down before her new Master...
Roleplay Sample: .
Running through the thick jungle, batting leaves out of his face as the hot air made his throat run dry, the young Jedi tripped suddenly and fell face first into a clearing. Quickly extending his hands and landing with a roll, he swiftly turned and activated his light-saber, pointing it's blue beam towards the wall of greenery he'd just burst through. Backing away slowly with rugged breathing, the Padawan kept his senses sharp as he stared, ready to block, at the first signs of danger. This was meant to be a routine mission! Where did it all go wrong?! One moment he and his Master were strolling through the jungle, enjoying a peaceful moment of conversation, the next a red streak had appeared before him, the roar of his mentor's voice commanding him to run the last thing he heard before bolting into the thick undergrowth beside him.
A sudden snap caught his attention, causing him to jerk his body around and lock his eyes on the slightly swaying leaves on the far side of the clearing. Hesitantly asking if it was his Master, he practically dropped his light-saber as the decapitated head of his life-long mentor came tumbling towards him. Filling with dread, a low cackling slowly filled the air around him, growing and growing until it began a howling laugh that sent shivers down his spine. Then it stopped abruptly, deathly silence clinging to him like a thick fog. His eyes darted in their sockets, shifting from left to right as he listened for any sound. Absent mindedly, he also attempted to reach out with the Force, trying to sense his attacker before he or she got the drop on him.
A sudden blast of energy sent him tumbling across the ground, deactivating his light-saber on instinct and quickly rolling up into his feet. Bring out the dark blue blade with the infamous hum, he demanded his attacker showed himself, and wasn't disappointed. With a low hiss, the towering figure of his Master's killer stepped out from the bushes... Standing at 7 feet tall, forcing him to crane his neck up to look at her distinctly feminine features, the armoured Trandoshan hissed and flicked her forked tongue at him. Drawing her double-bladed saber with a long him, the two crimson blades gave her a red hue as she slowly advanced towards the young Jedi.
Not being one to go on the defensive, he quickly charged forward and leapt into the air, swinging his blade as he went and aiming straight for her head. The Sith let out a low chuckle as she quickly brought up her blade, blocking the swing with ease before swinging her clawed foot up into his stomach, kicking him away. The swift counter knocked the wind out of him, but it was hardly life threatening. What was, however, was the pillar of flesh currently charging at him. Jumping off the ground slightly and spinning, the one of the two red blades came at his right side, something which was blocked easily. Quickly bringing his blade over as the second crimson beam shot towards his body, the satisfying crack of saber on saber filled his ears as he correctly anticipated her second move.
What he didn't anticipate however, was a three fingered claw wrapping around his head, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and slamming him into the ground with a loud thud. Letting out a low groan as his pounding brain struggled to figure out what was going on, his eyes widened suddenly as he rolled to the left, dodging the blade that came stabbing down where his head was moments ago. Quickly pushing up onto his feet, he barely brought his blade back in time to block the lightningly quick slash, causing him to buckle slightly from the sheer power. Growing increasingly tired from having to block just powerful attacks, as well as the draining atmosphere of the planet they were currently on, he could hardly muster the strength to counter. Soon that cackling laugh filled his ears again, the very same he'd heard moments before his Master's head came rolling towards him. Growing with rage at the thought, a sudden burst of strength entered his body as he jumped into the air, spinning wildly and swinging his blade in extremely erratic patterns.
Landing with a quick spin, he looked at his attacker with a slight smile as a couple cuts appeared on her arms and head. But then something odd happened, the Sith... Laughed again! Like she didn't even care! Watching with wide eyes she turned around, he felt his heart drop as the several cuts he'd inflicted sealed up, disappearing and returning to scaly flesh like nothing had gone amiss. Staggered by the display of healing, he was taken off guard as one of the two blades came arching towards his arm. With a loud hiss of flesh and clothing burning away instantly, he let out a scream of pain as his right arm was easily lopped off. Falling back and holding what remained of his appendage as, he could only watch as his attacker loomed over him, cackling with sheer joy as the crimson blade was thrust towards his head...
Race: Trandoshan
Age: 25
Birthplace: Trandosha, also known as Dosha
Allegiance: Empire/Sith
Status: Apprentice
Rank: ^^^^^^
Height/Weight: 7ft
Appearance: Clad in almost ghostly white scales, Zlek's body is patterned in pitch black stripes, most noticeably on her snout where the stripes wrap around her jaws. Built a little less bulky than some of her others, she still retains the long, lanky limps and sharp, hooked claws. Her body is mostly featureless, save for the varying scale of.... Scales where they would normally occur. Her head is a little more on the interesting side, featuring a single row of stubby, black spikes running down the bridge of his nose until it reaches the top of her neck, where the row fans out into loosely packed stacks of sharp horns no bigger than her teeth. Sporting a set of dark orange eyes, the rugged areas around her eyes are pitch black, breaking her pattern and giving her quite an intimidating look.
Personality: Mostly unchanged by her Sith training, Zlek still clings to her hunter traits. Revelling in the hunt, prideful in victory, she still very much enjoys basking in the praise of fellow hunters as they tell tall tails of their various exploits. She's sadistic in the sense she enjoys drawing out a fight, aiming for shallow cuts and cackling laughs to ensure her opponent endures the maximum amount of both physical and mental suffering she can deliver.
If she isn't performing a complex move, or blocking one, her mouth is almost always running. Breaking down the enemies moves, berating their defence and chanting empty threats in an attempt to break the opposition. Once she has defeated the enemy, she will often takes something of them to remember them by, but only if the hunt was enjoyable. Her trophies often come in the form of a finger or tooth, which she keeps in a number of cryogenic capsules often fitted to her belt.
Outside of combat, Zlek tries to remain quiet and uninteresting, suppressing her more animistic nature in the hopes of impressing her superiors. However, when she is around troops, or fellow, lower level, Siths, she can become quite aggressive. Often insulting them as if she were a mighty Sith Lord next to his or her slave, even if the difference in skill was only slight. Not one for tactical thinking, she much prefers the, ''Charge the front lines'' approach to battle, believing that those weak enough to fall don't deserve to fight at all.
Ships/Vehicles: A modified Sith shuttle, complete with hyper-drive and twin-rapid fire laser cannons. Within his ship's small hold, a stubby, unarmed speeder is housed.
Equipment: Red blades instead of the blue.
A medium weight suit of black Mandalorian armour, customized to provide better flexibility and greater range of movement, perfect for her brawlerish style.
Stats: Above Average
Strength - 8
Agility - 7
Intelligence - 5
Charisma - 5
Force Stats: Apprentice
Telekinetic- Able to lift large objects with heavy concentration or throw smaller objects with ease.
Telepathic- Non.
Body- She is able to suppress her presence in the Force, effectively cloaking her from being detected by other Force sensitives. While she is able to use this masterfully, she cannot maintain it during battle.
Sense- Her natural senses can be boosted, giving her the ability to hear a twig snap from 30 feet away or the ragged breathing of her prey more than 40 away.
Protection- Basic Force protection, able to block or shrug off smaller pushes if given the time to see them coming.
Healing:– Due to her races natural ability to regenerate wounds or even limbs over long periods of time, she can boost this effect and render deep cuts or gashes others would find extremely painful entirely worthless, stopping the bleeding with a small pause in concentration. Other wound such as lopped off limbs or through-the-gut-stabs take far longer.
Destruction– Lightning is her only true offensive ability, but her knowledge of it is very limited. Able to discharge small shocks or maintain it over a longer time at a far lesser extent.
Combat Training: Expert
Force Training: Apprentice
Other Training: Apprentice
Lightsaber Training: Adept
Shii-Cho-
Makashi-
Soresu-
Ataru-
Shien/Djem So-
>>Sub-form Backhanded-
Niman-
>>Sub-form Jar-kai-
Juyo-
Double Bladed Combat-
I don't know any of those, aside from the double bladed style, so I'm just going to describe her style:
Focusing on a more up close and personal style, Zlek prefers powerful strikes and probing her enemies defences for weaknesses. She can work in more acrobatic moves, but relies on constantly advancing towards her opponent, over-powering them with relentless assaults designed with breaking her prey's stamina in mind. Due to her staff-saber, blaster defection is quite simple for her, able to spin her weapon with practised ease before suddenly leaping forward with a Force jump and gutting the front line.
Biography: Born into a hunting tribe, Zlek's early life began with nothing but hunting. Taught at a young age that failure to bring in suitable game meant starving for the week, she quickly learnt how to survive and adapt to changes in her environment. Using whatever she could as a weapon, she fashioned spares, clubs and axes out of simple rocks and vines, doing whatever it took to bring down her prey. Growing older every day, she soon found herself enjoying the hunt, revelling in the action and taking pride in her victories far more than any other activity. Her knowledge to the Force came suddenly and abruptly, when two Sith warriors landed upon her planet.
Now being around 15 in Human terms, she was called forth along with her fellow warriors to try and fend off the attackers. Picking up her spear, she charged head long into battle with her brothers. She watched hours later as her entire pack was slaughtered before her, the Sith Lord who did it all standing over her with raised light-saber. She saw her end coming, a quick slash through the throat and it would all end. But her end didn't come, she wouldn't allow it. Quickly lifting her claws in a defensive pose, she watched with wide eyes as she... Caught[/i the glowing blade. The surprise was shared by all three as Zlek quickly took charge, summoning a powerful blast of Force energy and sending the Sith hurdling through the air, impacting against a nearby rock and breaking his neck instantly.
Pulling herself to his feet, the rather smug Trandoshan put her hands in a threatening pose, chiding the other Sith to attack her. The remaining Sith Lord, now apprentice-less, offered her a place at his side, much to the young warrior's surprise. He promised her riches, power and unending battle if she agreed. Zlek only required the end part to bow down before her new Master...
Roleplay Sample: .
Running through the thick jungle, batting leaves out of his face as the hot air made his throat run dry, the young Jedi tripped suddenly and fell face first into a clearing. Quickly extending his hands and landing with a roll, he swiftly turned and activated his light-saber, pointing it's blue beam towards the wall of greenery he'd just burst through. Backing away slowly with rugged breathing, the Padawan kept his senses sharp as he stared, ready to block, at the first signs of danger. This was meant to be a routine mission! Where did it all go wrong?! One moment he and his Master were strolling through the jungle, enjoying a peaceful moment of conversation, the next a red streak had appeared before him, the roar of his mentor's voice commanding him to run the last thing he heard before bolting into the thick undergrowth beside him.
A sudden snap caught his attention, causing him to jerk his body around and lock his eyes on the slightly swaying leaves on the far side of the clearing. Hesitantly asking if it was his Master, he practically dropped his light-saber as the decapitated head of his life-long mentor came tumbling towards him. Filling with dread, a low cackling slowly filled the air around him, growing and growing until it began a howling laugh that sent shivers down his spine. Then it stopped abruptly, deathly silence clinging to him like a thick fog. His eyes darted in their sockets, shifting from left to right as he listened for any sound. Absent mindedly, he also attempted to reach out with the Force, trying to sense his attacker before he or she got the drop on him.
A sudden blast of energy sent him tumbling across the ground, deactivating his light-saber on instinct and quickly rolling up into his feet. Bring out the dark blue blade with the infamous hum, he demanded his attacker showed himself, and wasn't disappointed. With a low hiss, the towering figure of his Master's killer stepped out from the bushes... Standing at 7 feet tall, forcing him to crane his neck up to look at her distinctly feminine features, the armoured Trandoshan hissed and flicked her forked tongue at him. Drawing her double-bladed saber with a long him, the two crimson blades gave her a red hue as she slowly advanced towards the young Jedi.
Not being one to go on the defensive, he quickly charged forward and leapt into the air, swinging his blade as he went and aiming straight for her head. The Sith let out a low chuckle as she quickly brought up her blade, blocking the swing with ease before swinging her clawed foot up into his stomach, kicking him away. The swift counter knocked the wind out of him, but it was hardly life threatening. What was, however, was the pillar of flesh currently charging at him. Jumping off the ground slightly and spinning, the one of the two red blades came at his right side, something which was blocked easily. Quickly bringing his blade over as the second crimson beam shot towards his body, the satisfying crack of saber on saber filled his ears as he correctly anticipated her second move.
What he didn't anticipate however, was a three fingered claw wrapping around his head, effortlessly lifting him from the ground and slamming him into the ground with a loud thud. Letting out a low groan as his pounding brain struggled to figure out what was going on, his eyes widened suddenly as he rolled to the left, dodging the blade that came stabbing down where his head was moments ago. Quickly pushing up onto his feet, he barely brought his blade back in time to block the lightningly quick slash, causing him to buckle slightly from the sheer power. Growing increasingly tired from having to block just powerful attacks, as well as the draining atmosphere of the planet they were currently on, he could hardly muster the strength to counter. Soon that cackling laugh filled his ears again, the very same he'd heard moments before his Master's head came rolling towards him. Growing with rage at the thought, a sudden burst of strength entered his body as he jumped into the air, spinning wildly and swinging his blade in extremely erratic patterns.
Landing with a quick spin, he looked at his attacker with a slight smile as a couple cuts appeared on her arms and head. But then something odd happened, the Sith... Laughed again! Like she didn't even care! Watching with wide eyes she turned around, he felt his heart drop as the several cuts he'd inflicted sealed up, disappearing and returning to scaly flesh like nothing had gone amiss. Staggered by the display of healing, he was taken off guard as one of the two blades came arching towards his arm. With a loud hiss of flesh and clothing burning away instantly, he let out a scream of pain as his right arm was easily lopped off. Falling back and holding what remained of his appendage as, he could only watch as his attacker loomed over him, cackling with sheer joy as the crimson blade was thrust towards his head...
