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Post by Zilfer on Jun 5, 2015 18:57:23 GMT -5
Name: Cadseem "Blades"
Race: Echani
Age: 26
Birthplace: Eshan
Allegiance: Himself
Status: Thief, Vagabond, sometimes blade for hire
Rank: None
Height/Weight: 5’9 / 150
Appearance: Cadseem has the traditional similiar features that most Echani have including looking very similar to all others of his species. White hair and eyes set him almost immediately apart from normal humans, which is why sometimes depending on the job he will dye his hair different colors, and use contacts.
His build is slightly toned, with the Echani focusing more on speed and fitness rather than over powering strength like Mandalorians. Often he'll be wearing light combat armor mostly for physical abuse but also for a minimum amount of protection against blasters. Whenever he's not wearing light armor he likes to wear either dark cloths or light cloths to accent his pale skin, hair and eyes. Regardless of whatever he's wearing however he always tries to keep a strapped sword to his side or back. He won't push his luck in high security places but he carries it in public more than most people.
Personality: Cadseem seems determined, and has a goal set for himself. He can appear serious most times, he has come to change his personality over time sometimes finding the role he needs to play in a situation. He tries not to have opinions on politics, and skirts topics of morality because it makes him question his past actions, and the people he knew. He knows their actions are hard to justify. He smiles a lot when something is challenging himself, and he loves combat particularly when it comes to hand to hand or blade to blade. Raised first in Echani culture it has left its mark on his communication.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment:
x2 Vibrodaggers
x2 Blasters
x1 Echani style Longsword (Lightsaber resistant)
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence – Average
Charisma - Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Unskilled
Body- Adept
Sense- Novice
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Novice
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Hand to Hand(Echani) - Adept
Swordplay - Expert
Blasters – Apprentice
Force Training:
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Stealth - Adept
Security Systems - Apprentice
Navigationn/Piloting - Novice
Lightsaber Training: Untrained. (Maaaaybe Shii-cho Unskilled)
Biography: Born to a military family, Cadseem’s childhood was the same as most first born boys amongst Echani. Combat was in their way of life, how to care for one’s equipment, how to read your opponents next wound. Unarmed combat, sword play, and yes even different forms of ranged weaponry.
His father was actually a warrior of renown and thus his father would accept nothing less than perfection from his son. Cadseem railed against this philosophy. His father would often push his limits testing him against multiple opponents, and while he did not give gratification nor disappointment it was this part of training that Cadseem most wanted. Recognition from his father. Despite giving it his all no matter how hard he fought or how determined he was never acknowledged on how well he had performed. He thought his father was always calculating how he could have improved his technique. Cadseem only found solace in his younger sister teaching her, held some of his most enjoyable days though she was destined to go on and do greater things then him. The Echani were more Matriarchal than Patriarchal. He would often steal into public gardens that were restricted to pick his sister rare flowers only found in the gardens. His mother Eshinai was often gone from the house hold. In fact his memories of his mother are few and far in-between. She would disappear only to return months after for another brief period. His father would never speak of where she went, and Cadseem never bothered to find out when his mother had been while away. She often spoiled her children.
Upon reaching about ten years old his father started having him participate in swordsmen tournaments where combatants would don metal swords and personal shields. The Ballistic shield were to help keep the combatant safe but it wasn’t long before Cadseem discovered there was an inherent weakness to them. They effectively only stopped blows going at a specific speed and impeded them. One could effectively bypass such a shield by making use of an opening an opponent had left you. It required you to do slow strike through the shield so the computer didn’t register it as a hostile object. It was much harder to land a hit that way but many combatants would try this skill to take out a skillful opponent that they didn’t want to fight at the next tournament. Thus he had to learn yet another way of fighting, and learn to adapt least he be taken out of the tournaments which he was growing to love.
That was the first twelve years of his life.
Sometime during the fall a mysterious man in a robe visited their house, asking questions that father didn’t seem to like. He asked the man to leave abruptly when Cadseem and his sister decided to go into the room and stop eavesdropping. The man seemed to take note of him and his sister with keen interest, before taking his leave only parting with the words.
“I am greatly sorry for your loss.”
“Get... out…”
“Father who was that man? What did he want?”
“He was trying to spread lies, that is all Cadseem. Come let us see how you fair in your training.”
A few months would pass and mother had been gone for nearly all this year. Cadseem was starting to get worried. It was approaching the end of a long and dull winter at their house. Cadseem remained in a state of near depression, broken only by his days off training to play with his sister. It was during this that the robed man would return in the night with others. Each of them were dressed in robes, blacker than night itself. Cadseem moved along the top of his out going out his balcony window, and watched as father came out to confront them.
“We’ve come for the girl, hand her over. I still have respect for you old friend but those I represent do not. Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.”
“I am well aware of who you represent, and am I to understand my wife’s apprentice would sink so low as to work for the sith?”
“Come now, they will be able to ensure that she receives the best training she can get out here in the Rim worlds. I’ll be over seeing her training so you know she’ll be in good hands.”
“You won’t have her.”
“Unfortunate, than let us settle this in a duel. I win we get the girl… I loose. I get the boy.”
His father seemed to think for a moment, but not long enough in Cadseem’s opinion.
“That is agreeable. I cannot take all three of you one but one should be more than enough.”
“We shall see…”
His father drew a ceremonial sword that he never used in practice, and the hooded figure activated some sort of laser sword! Cadseem was too caught up in the fight to realize that if his father did win he would have to go with these men. Their initial clash was breath taking, he wasn’t sure if he had seen father move so fast! The sound of clashing metal and that laser sword make horrible hissing noises but both of them moved with grace that Cadseem had never seen!
His heart pounded as he watched, he could almost read the combat as additional dialog between his father and the man. He wanted so badly to win, and the hooded man’s vigor matched his fathers. As the battle drew on it was close but his father was winning the skill was tipped in his father’s favor. Cadseem was almost glad but then he saw it, the man he fought was… he was holding back!
Didn’t his father see it? The man was only pretending to be pressed! He had to get to his father he could read that his father was letting his guard down slowly as it progressed.
He jumped off the side of the house fast as he could, and ran towards the fight.
“Father watch out he’s holding back! Don’t let your guard down!”
There was a brief moment of surprise on his father’s face, almost more emotion that he had ever shown before in a battle. It hardened as the man came for a lunge. His father did a stop thrust, holding in place arms outstretched to impale the man coming straight at him that’s when he saw it. A subtle click of a switch, and instead of finding out the conclusion he spun to the side, the laser blade growing in length cut through where he had been a moment before. As he spun around he landed a cutting blow against the man’s back sending him sprawling. It was perfectly executed.
The man growled getting up carefully, and hatred to Cadseem. The man then smiled and turned to his father.
“He is ours then, as we agreed.”
Cadseem looked to father whose frown showed a combination of guilt, triumph, and pride. Cadseem was too young to understand those emotions but his father turned and walked into the house.
“Take him.”
Thus began his force training under his mother’s apprentice. It would be far from kind…
Age 12+
Whether the man was angry at him for tipping off his father or if that’s how he began training others was questionable. He was first put through the ringer suffering multiple lightsaber burns teaching him just how deadly a lightsaber could be with just a glancing blow. He was never permitted to use one, though he did hold one or two on occasion out of curiosity when he could sneak a moment to himself. He found he was able to sneak past most people easier than other people for some reason perhaps it was his practice in the gardens. Lightsabers however had no appeal to him whatsoever. It didn’t feel right in his hands, and he couldn’t get used to the weight. Additionally he was begun on training in the force.
“Master” Ingris said he sensed a bit of force sensitivity though he chastised that he was no match for what his sister would have become. A part of him hated her for that, and it was partly this that Ingriss used to fuel a bit of his training teaching him to use his emotions to cause the force to react. It was slow going; he could only move things when pushed to a point beyond simple anger. When pushed to this state while fighting he found find a thrilling sensation where his movement became more precise. Ingris said he was tapping into the force to speed his movements and strength but he could never do it consciously much to Master Ingris’ frustration.
It wasn’t long before he was involved in Master Ingris’ plots being flown about the galaxy. He was Ingris’ ace in the hole due to the fact that no one knew he had taken on an apprentice save for a select few. Despite Ingris’ harsh training he was excelling on a well enough level to be acceptable. Ingris was often impressed with his fighting technique though not using a lightsaber was often able to hold his own with the assistance of lightsaber resistant re-equipment that could stand at least a blow or two.
Master Ingris forced him to kill his first man near fourteen, and it was this that disconnected him awhile. He would do as told but it was more of an automation of his mind trying to cope with the idea of killing a man. In the eyes of the Echani you could not know someone fully until you had fought them. To end their life... That had a profound effect on him. It was as if he was claiming to be better than them, and ending a conversation mid-sentence. A part of his mind rebelled, this was not how his father had trained him. Why?
His father had gone to war and battled others. Killed many of them? Why did he have this weakness? Wasn’t he at least like his father? Another part wanted to prove he was better, he’d never let his son be taken away. He would have fought and defeated them. It was during this uncertain time an assassination attempt on his Master Ingris was attempted and he nearly lost his life. Being mortally wounded during the battle had awaked something primal in him, he snapped and telekinetic powers moved like they were an extension of him. He burst interrupting his master and assassin’s fight and attacked with ferocity he had only seen the night his father had fought Ingris.
After that fight, he fell into a blackened dream like state where he thought he was dead. Ingris wouldn’t let his weapon die so easily however, and nursed him back to health. During this dream like state he saw visions his house under attack, his father murdered fighting against odds undefeatable. His sister wasn’t there. Where was she?
When he returned to consciousness and fully recovered he found telekinesis much easier, and Master Ingris decided to neglect his force studies elsewhere and focus on the two that he was good with. Altering the body, and physical objects.
He took to this training very well at this point, rarely arguing and pushing himself. He’d try to use telekinesis during fights or while doing other things. He wants to be able to multitask. If he could throw things or push people at the right instant it would be a huge advantage. Moving multiple things at once, and even practicing to see how HARD a push he could throw. He figured it was like building muscle, the more you used it the stronger one got. He improved steadily.
Near 18 years of age he’d hit another bump in the road. He’d already helped Master Ingris kill multiple people, and he had nearly completely forgotten his dream. That’s when another assassin tried for Ingris unfortunately this time it was his sister. He hadn’t realized it at first when fighting the masked warrior, but something about her stance, and the way she moved. He thought it was just because he hadn’t seen Echani stances used in a long time and it was drawing nostalgia. It wasn’t until the battle became heated and the girl screamed at him why he defended the man who had taken him.
Both his sister and he would be shocked by their encounter. They were so different now. Him serving a disciple of the sith, and her an assassin on a vendetta against the man who killed her father and took her brother. When he informed her that father had let them take him in a bet to keep her. She said it must have been lies, and suddenly Cadseem flared with old forgotten hatred that had been feed over the years about his father. How could he choose HER. So easily and without a second thought? Why hadn’t he come to save him? Why was she so god damn important? The siblings squabbled the only way they best knew how to communicate. Combat.
Before either one could end the battle reinforcements arriving to back Cadseem up arrived, and forced his sister to flee. He let her escape. This encounter he kept quiet from his Master claiming it was just another run of the mill assassin that had tried to get to him foolishly. It ate him inside, and he asked permission to pursue the assassin and send a message to those would be assassins. He was given leave by his master to seek out the assassin. He used this to return home.
Upon Eshan he began to question his beliefs, a turmoil of emotions as he found his home in a decayed state, and like his vision it had been mostly destroyed. He found his sister Ellei here and he fought but his heart wasn’t in it, his sister could sense the same but despite trying she could not reach him now as he had hollowed out a place to store his emotions. There would be multiple lull’s and exchanges in the fighting but during the last one where he got the upper hand disarming her he simply… walked away.
He didn’t know where he meant to go, he took a ship off planet not returning to his master and wanting to put his past behind him. Ellei had revealed that Master Ingris had been responsible for the attack, and had been trying to get her. Through his emotional barrier he drifted for a year trying to sort out his feelings. Did he care that his father was dead? Yes… but what was that feeling? His sister was alive and a capable fighter. She could handle herself, he had left Master Ingris whose network would find him eventually. What would he do? Probably send someone to kill off a loose end. Besides he had originally wanted his sister what use was he in the end?
Cadseem had poor street skills and almost ended up dying on the streets before a brawl in a cantina got him picked up by a thieving team that needed skilled fighter for when their plans fell through. He was silent at first through the first few jobs and it wasn’t long before he began to pick up on their friendly attitudes. It was like the family he never had, and everyone had their roll. No one betrayed each other. Family. Somewhere he fit into a mold. He kept most of his force sensitivity a secret and it was made easier by him not having a lightsaber. He hated how instantly recognizable those things were anyways.
This started him on a completely different type of training. Sneaking he had down or so he had thought until he started to train with these guys. Guile a female Cathar, taught him not only sneaking around but using the art of distraction to help one sneak. It was funny how one small thing could draw someone’s attention while you replaced a file, or holo pad. Planting objects and small tricks of legerdemain became easier with practice. Sparky, a small, male toydarian, taught him only rudimentary navigation through space and some of the main hyperspace routes through the different rims. They usually skirted the Mid to Outer rim being of the shady activities. He learned enough to get around and fly whenever the group needed him to pilot though it was a stretch to call him anywhere near skillful. Tech was a Bothan hacker that Cadseem thought was a little too into computers. For some of their schemes Cadseem was forced to learn at least how to initially use a security spike and some rudimentary hacking though he mostly just relied on a redeveloped suite of software customized by Tech himself. It worked…. Most of the time. As the group became used to him as a member they started calling him “Blades” nicknaming him after his skill with them.
Wasn’t long before this group ran into trouble on a job involving Mandalorians, and some of their schematics for a new swoop racer that an opposing team wanted to get their hands ahold of. Thought it would be an easy sneak and grab. Tech was confident about the computer side, of things knowing Mandalorians security systems usually weren’t complex. To gain access Guile was going to sneak in while Cadseem took place in their combat arena. He job was to make a large show out of it and draw as much of their attention as he could. Sparky would have the ship waiting nearby with Tech in case they needed to jet. Mandalorians weren’t known for their use of civilian weaponry and if they found out they had been crossed they wanted to put a few lightyears between them and the Mandalorians.
The plan was set but with the best set plans. They didn’t end up turning out as planned. Cadseem proceeded in his role as a confident challenger but after his first two wins, in armor he took off his helmet at the coaxing of one of the mandalorains who had recognized the Echani hand to hand combat. White hair was all too revealing of his race and unknown to Cadseem is that the Mandalorians had a fierce rivalry with Echani way back before he was even born. So the ‘real’ fighters came out of the wood works wanting to beat their rival and prove Mandalorians were better. They hardly allowed him to rest between bouts now, and a betting pool was beginning to form. By the fifth person he fought he was wondering what was taking his crew so long. Of course the Mandalorians encryption had been harder than Tech had originally expected, and Guiles had gone silent for a longer period of time than anyone would have liked. Soon he was fighting with blades which he much preferred but his muscles were screaming, breath labored. He got the signal to get out on the seventh bout and he let himself get smacked out of the ring. He saluted with his blade and made to move out but two mandalorians stepped in front of the door.
“You’re finishing the fight boy.”
Forced back to the arena he faced his opponent. He couldn’t draw out the fight, he was tired. Impossibly so, he wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. His body ached… he could use the force. Oh but that would make him so hungry after this, why were they doing this? He could see they didn’t like him, he pushed himself. His opponent was skilled but he had an ace. He waited getting pressed back and playing defensive. The Mandalorians continue to jeer and goad him. His opponent wasn’t giving him an opening that he was waiting for however. The snide remarks continued and he…. Snapped.
The hatred infused force began to pour into his muscles strengthen and quickening them. It was like he had just gotten a second wind. He pressed the man, his blade working the man’s defensive and keeping him back peddling until they were both outside the confines of the little arena. His opponent grew frustrated and tried to reverse with a hasty assault. Cadseem deflected them without a second thought landing a blow to the man’s stomach followed by but a slam against his back. Armor protected them from the swords they used but it was obvious the mandalorian felt it. His moves were sluggish at first but he came at Cadseem again.
How dare he continue to fight! Cadseem slammed another blow into him ducking the Mandalorian’s blow and sending him off balance the other direction past him. He growled coming back at Cadseem who responded in his own frustration as well blocking the man’s blow, pushing it down to the left and throwing a full on head butt. This smashed the much larger man down to the ground out cold. He turned looking at the rest as they stared at him.
“He just beat Darric!”
“Kill him.”
That’s all Cadseem needed to hear before blaster fire started firing out from behind the Mandalorians. The plan had gone to crap, and Guiles was causing just the diversion he needed. He ran, and despite not feeling his legs now he would for days later as he ran faster than he ever had back to the ship. The Mandalorians gave pursuit but they managed to get away. He was later informed that what they had been told to steal wasn’t what had been there, and they needed to have a word with their employer. Cadseem was out of it. His body sore and body starved of energy. Using his body like that to move faster and hit stronger took its toll on a body. You couldn’t just keep going, the force wasn’t like a magic battery. The Force didn’t have limits, but your body did. A saying Ingris had been fond of came back to him in this time.
“The Force’s limits are your limits because the Force has no limits.”
As fate would have it their employer turned out to be none other than his old Master Ingris. They showed up at the meeting spot not a few days after the heist that was supposed to be “easy money” and met with two dozen Sith and Ingris. Cadseem was shocked just by Ingris presence there. Why was he here? Ingris hadn’t seemed to notice Cadseem’s presence as of yet. He took the information, from Guiles and after checking it for a moment smashed the datapad. Shocked the group tensed.
“Good, that was valuable information that I needed disposed of, and you deleted the source like I requested?”
“Of course as per our agreement.”
“Yes… about that. I’m glad you were able to fulfil your end of the bargain. I shouldn’t be surprised as you had the help of my old apprentice however, now that it is done I’m afraid I have to alter the bargain… Kill them.”
Insults flew but mere moments before blaster fire came out. Cadseem was too tired, still recovering. He felt powerless. Guiles dived out of the way but Tech was too slow he went down in a hail of blaster fire. Cadseem had managed his own cover and looked to Guiles who motioned for them to run, before tossing out a flash grenade. They sprinted towards their ship, she told Cadseem to unhitch the docking latch from the outside and she’d have Sparky fire up the engines. She proceeded towards the cockpit and saw a tied up sparky. She reached to hear ear to send Cadseem a message. A message that still interrupts his dreams at night.
“Cadseem I-“
An explosion rocked their small freighter blowing him back across the docking bay. Cadseem watched in disbelief as what he had before went up in flames. His old Master had killed them all. He ran knowing someone would check and make sure they were all dead. For now he had to live. For now he had to survive. Revenge could wait for later, he needed money and a ship. Then he would need contacts. He couldn’t let it end like this.
Roleplay Sample: Cadseem dove through arcing lines of lasers pointed his way. The alarm had been tripped and the security turrets were now trying to track anything that moved. He had studied before doing this job, where the turrets were located. This had enabled him to be able to predict when and where to move. There was a flaw with this type of security set up. No one wanted their turrets to fire upon their priceless collection and as such he could use them to his advantage as cover. He jumped between two pillars stopping and then sprinting to the next. The Laser's repositioned their arms to get a better angle at him and Cadseem shifted with them altering his own path trying to place as much as he could between him and any of the lasers. It wasn't perfect but he was fast enough to dodge most lasers if he only had to dodge one or two. If he let them trap him that would be a problem.
He was almost out, as he skirted close to a pillar containing some sort of rock sculpture. A laser he had mentally lost track up came arcing his direction. He cursed grabbing the statue which he briefly saw was of a hutt, and chucked it hard at the laser hand's base in the ceiling. It smashed and sparks flew. He didn't have time, physically hurting one of those lasers had just cost him the silent alarm. Guards would be coming now. Instead of his careful and calculated movements he made a made dash for the exit. All lasers in the room altered course closing in on his position. They were almost upon him, inching closer...
Slam! He barreled through the door just at the right moment tumbling down over two guards who surprised weren't able to grab their guns fast enough. He was already half way down the hall before they had regained their feet, and the bolts they sent flying at him never came close to hitting as he skirted the hallway and slammed once more out of a window. The guards would keep coming but he had a contingency for that.
A club nearby that had recently installed a holo floor that mimicked terrain and landscapes. Before he had gotten too far guards were already coming down the street after him, and he skipped the line of the club nodding to the bouncer who he had already bribed to let him rush ahead of the line and into the club prior the guards might loose a few seconds to him as he blended into the crowd. Music thumped against his ear drums as he kept moving. Lights and holo's flitted about the place distracting onlookers with displays. Cadseem had already scoped the place out knowing which holograms held solid objects behind them and which were just illusions he could bypass through.
The guards had made it past the bouncer at the front and were spreading out to look for him. He made his way trying to use the holo's as cover climbing up to the second story balcony. Some people made noises at him drawing some of their attention as he climbed. They started after him but without their knowledge of the holographic displays and what was beneath them their progress was slow. After reaching the second balcony he made his way to the roof where he had placed a long pole so he could make the jump to the next building and use it to propel him further onto a few more buildings. He had lost track of any guards but just in case they were still following him, he proceeded to his safe house and waited there with his prize. His employer would be happy to know he had gotten in and out without damaging the object.
Race: Echani
Age: 26
Birthplace: Eshan
Allegiance: Himself
Status: Thief, Vagabond, sometimes blade for hire
Rank: None
Height/Weight: 5’9 / 150
Appearance: Cadseem has the traditional similiar features that most Echani have including looking very similar to all others of his species. White hair and eyes set him almost immediately apart from normal humans, which is why sometimes depending on the job he will dye his hair different colors, and use contacts.
His build is slightly toned, with the Echani focusing more on speed and fitness rather than over powering strength like Mandalorians. Often he'll be wearing light combat armor mostly for physical abuse but also for a minimum amount of protection against blasters. Whenever he's not wearing light armor he likes to wear either dark cloths or light cloths to accent his pale skin, hair and eyes. Regardless of whatever he's wearing however he always tries to keep a strapped sword to his side or back. He won't push his luck in high security places but he carries it in public more than most people.
Personality: Cadseem seems determined, and has a goal set for himself. He can appear serious most times, he has come to change his personality over time sometimes finding the role he needs to play in a situation. He tries not to have opinions on politics, and skirts topics of morality because it makes him question his past actions, and the people he knew. He knows their actions are hard to justify. He smiles a lot when something is challenging himself, and he loves combat particularly when it comes to hand to hand or blade to blade. Raised first in Echani culture it has left its mark on his communication.
Ships/Vehicles: None
Equipment:
x2 Vibrodaggers
x2 Blasters
x1 Echani style Longsword (Lightsaber resistant)
Stats: (Feeble, Below Average, Average, Above Average, Superior, Legendary)
Strength - Average
Agility - Superior
Intelligence – Average
Charisma - Average
Force Stats: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Telekinetic- Expert
Telepathic- Unskilled
Body- Adept
Sense- Novice
Protection- Unskilled
Healing:– Novice
Destruction– Unskilled
Combat Training:
Hand to Hand(Echani) - Adept
Swordplay - Expert
Blasters – Apprentice
Force Training:
Other Training: (Unskilled, Novice, Apprentice, Adept, Expert, Master)
Stealth - Adept
Security Systems - Apprentice
Navigationn/Piloting - Novice
Lightsaber Training: Untrained. (Maaaaybe Shii-cho Unskilled)
Biography: Born to a military family, Cadseem’s childhood was the same as most first born boys amongst Echani. Combat was in their way of life, how to care for one’s equipment, how to read your opponents next wound. Unarmed combat, sword play, and yes even different forms of ranged weaponry.
His father was actually a warrior of renown and thus his father would accept nothing less than perfection from his son. Cadseem railed against this philosophy. His father would often push his limits testing him against multiple opponents, and while he did not give gratification nor disappointment it was this part of training that Cadseem most wanted. Recognition from his father. Despite giving it his all no matter how hard he fought or how determined he was never acknowledged on how well he had performed. He thought his father was always calculating how he could have improved his technique. Cadseem only found solace in his younger sister teaching her, held some of his most enjoyable days though she was destined to go on and do greater things then him. The Echani were more Matriarchal than Patriarchal. He would often steal into public gardens that were restricted to pick his sister rare flowers only found in the gardens. His mother Eshinai was often gone from the house hold. In fact his memories of his mother are few and far in-between. She would disappear only to return months after for another brief period. His father would never speak of where she went, and Cadseem never bothered to find out when his mother had been while away. She often spoiled her children.
Upon reaching about ten years old his father started having him participate in swordsmen tournaments where combatants would don metal swords and personal shields. The Ballistic shield were to help keep the combatant safe but it wasn’t long before Cadseem discovered there was an inherent weakness to them. They effectively only stopped blows going at a specific speed and impeded them. One could effectively bypass such a shield by making use of an opening an opponent had left you. It required you to do slow strike through the shield so the computer didn’t register it as a hostile object. It was much harder to land a hit that way but many combatants would try this skill to take out a skillful opponent that they didn’t want to fight at the next tournament. Thus he had to learn yet another way of fighting, and learn to adapt least he be taken out of the tournaments which he was growing to love.
That was the first twelve years of his life.
Sometime during the fall a mysterious man in a robe visited their house, asking questions that father didn’t seem to like. He asked the man to leave abruptly when Cadseem and his sister decided to go into the room and stop eavesdropping. The man seemed to take note of him and his sister with keen interest, before taking his leave only parting with the words.
“I am greatly sorry for your loss.”
“Get... out…”
“Father who was that man? What did he want?”
“He was trying to spread lies, that is all Cadseem. Come let us see how you fair in your training.”
A few months would pass and mother had been gone for nearly all this year. Cadseem was starting to get worried. It was approaching the end of a long and dull winter at their house. Cadseem remained in a state of near depression, broken only by his days off training to play with his sister. It was during this that the robed man would return in the night with others. Each of them were dressed in robes, blacker than night itself. Cadseem moved along the top of his out going out his balcony window, and watched as father came out to confront them.
“We’ve come for the girl, hand her over. I still have respect for you old friend but those I represent do not. Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be.”
“I am well aware of who you represent, and am I to understand my wife’s apprentice would sink so low as to work for the sith?”
“Come now, they will be able to ensure that she receives the best training she can get out here in the Rim worlds. I’ll be over seeing her training so you know she’ll be in good hands.”
“You won’t have her.”
“Unfortunate, than let us settle this in a duel. I win we get the girl… I loose. I get the boy.”
His father seemed to think for a moment, but not long enough in Cadseem’s opinion.
“That is agreeable. I cannot take all three of you one but one should be more than enough.”
“We shall see…”
His father drew a ceremonial sword that he never used in practice, and the hooded figure activated some sort of laser sword! Cadseem was too caught up in the fight to realize that if his father did win he would have to go with these men. Their initial clash was breath taking, he wasn’t sure if he had seen father move so fast! The sound of clashing metal and that laser sword make horrible hissing noises but both of them moved with grace that Cadseem had never seen!
His heart pounded as he watched, he could almost read the combat as additional dialog between his father and the man. He wanted so badly to win, and the hooded man’s vigor matched his fathers. As the battle drew on it was close but his father was winning the skill was tipped in his father’s favor. Cadseem was almost glad but then he saw it, the man he fought was… he was holding back!
Didn’t his father see it? The man was only pretending to be pressed! He had to get to his father he could read that his father was letting his guard down slowly as it progressed.
He jumped off the side of the house fast as he could, and ran towards the fight.
“Father watch out he’s holding back! Don’t let your guard down!”
There was a brief moment of surprise on his father’s face, almost more emotion that he had ever shown before in a battle. It hardened as the man came for a lunge. His father did a stop thrust, holding in place arms outstretched to impale the man coming straight at him that’s when he saw it. A subtle click of a switch, and instead of finding out the conclusion he spun to the side, the laser blade growing in length cut through where he had been a moment before. As he spun around he landed a cutting blow against the man’s back sending him sprawling. It was perfectly executed.
The man growled getting up carefully, and hatred to Cadseem. The man then smiled and turned to his father.
“He is ours then, as we agreed.”
Cadseem looked to father whose frown showed a combination of guilt, triumph, and pride. Cadseem was too young to understand those emotions but his father turned and walked into the house.
“Take him.”
Thus began his force training under his mother’s apprentice. It would be far from kind…
Age 12+
Whether the man was angry at him for tipping off his father or if that’s how he began training others was questionable. He was first put through the ringer suffering multiple lightsaber burns teaching him just how deadly a lightsaber could be with just a glancing blow. He was never permitted to use one, though he did hold one or two on occasion out of curiosity when he could sneak a moment to himself. He found he was able to sneak past most people easier than other people for some reason perhaps it was his practice in the gardens. Lightsabers however had no appeal to him whatsoever. It didn’t feel right in his hands, and he couldn’t get used to the weight. Additionally he was begun on training in the force.
“Master” Ingris said he sensed a bit of force sensitivity though he chastised that he was no match for what his sister would have become. A part of him hated her for that, and it was partly this that Ingriss used to fuel a bit of his training teaching him to use his emotions to cause the force to react. It was slow going; he could only move things when pushed to a point beyond simple anger. When pushed to this state while fighting he found find a thrilling sensation where his movement became more precise. Ingris said he was tapping into the force to speed his movements and strength but he could never do it consciously much to Master Ingris’ frustration.
It wasn’t long before he was involved in Master Ingris’ plots being flown about the galaxy. He was Ingris’ ace in the hole due to the fact that no one knew he had taken on an apprentice save for a select few. Despite Ingris’ harsh training he was excelling on a well enough level to be acceptable. Ingris was often impressed with his fighting technique though not using a lightsaber was often able to hold his own with the assistance of lightsaber resistant re-equipment that could stand at least a blow or two.
Master Ingris forced him to kill his first man near fourteen, and it was this that disconnected him awhile. He would do as told but it was more of an automation of his mind trying to cope with the idea of killing a man. In the eyes of the Echani you could not know someone fully until you had fought them. To end their life... That had a profound effect on him. It was as if he was claiming to be better than them, and ending a conversation mid-sentence. A part of his mind rebelled, this was not how his father had trained him. Why?
His father had gone to war and battled others. Killed many of them? Why did he have this weakness? Wasn’t he at least like his father? Another part wanted to prove he was better, he’d never let his son be taken away. He would have fought and defeated them. It was during this uncertain time an assassination attempt on his Master Ingris was attempted and he nearly lost his life. Being mortally wounded during the battle had awaked something primal in him, he snapped and telekinetic powers moved like they were an extension of him. He burst interrupting his master and assassin’s fight and attacked with ferocity he had only seen the night his father had fought Ingris.
After that fight, he fell into a blackened dream like state where he thought he was dead. Ingris wouldn’t let his weapon die so easily however, and nursed him back to health. During this dream like state he saw visions his house under attack, his father murdered fighting against odds undefeatable. His sister wasn’t there. Where was she?
When he returned to consciousness and fully recovered he found telekinesis much easier, and Master Ingris decided to neglect his force studies elsewhere and focus on the two that he was good with. Altering the body, and physical objects.
He took to this training very well at this point, rarely arguing and pushing himself. He’d try to use telekinesis during fights or while doing other things. He wants to be able to multitask. If he could throw things or push people at the right instant it would be a huge advantage. Moving multiple things at once, and even practicing to see how HARD a push he could throw. He figured it was like building muscle, the more you used it the stronger one got. He improved steadily.
Near 18 years of age he’d hit another bump in the road. He’d already helped Master Ingris kill multiple people, and he had nearly completely forgotten his dream. That’s when another assassin tried for Ingris unfortunately this time it was his sister. He hadn’t realized it at first when fighting the masked warrior, but something about her stance, and the way she moved. He thought it was just because he hadn’t seen Echani stances used in a long time and it was drawing nostalgia. It wasn’t until the battle became heated and the girl screamed at him why he defended the man who had taken him.
Both his sister and he would be shocked by their encounter. They were so different now. Him serving a disciple of the sith, and her an assassin on a vendetta against the man who killed her father and took her brother. When he informed her that father had let them take him in a bet to keep her. She said it must have been lies, and suddenly Cadseem flared with old forgotten hatred that had been feed over the years about his father. How could he choose HER. So easily and without a second thought? Why hadn’t he come to save him? Why was she so god damn important? The siblings squabbled the only way they best knew how to communicate. Combat.
Before either one could end the battle reinforcements arriving to back Cadseem up arrived, and forced his sister to flee. He let her escape. This encounter he kept quiet from his Master claiming it was just another run of the mill assassin that had tried to get to him foolishly. It ate him inside, and he asked permission to pursue the assassin and send a message to those would be assassins. He was given leave by his master to seek out the assassin. He used this to return home.
Upon Eshan he began to question his beliefs, a turmoil of emotions as he found his home in a decayed state, and like his vision it had been mostly destroyed. He found his sister Ellei here and he fought but his heart wasn’t in it, his sister could sense the same but despite trying she could not reach him now as he had hollowed out a place to store his emotions. There would be multiple lull’s and exchanges in the fighting but during the last one where he got the upper hand disarming her he simply… walked away.
He didn’t know where he meant to go, he took a ship off planet not returning to his master and wanting to put his past behind him. Ellei had revealed that Master Ingris had been responsible for the attack, and had been trying to get her. Through his emotional barrier he drifted for a year trying to sort out his feelings. Did he care that his father was dead? Yes… but what was that feeling? His sister was alive and a capable fighter. She could handle herself, he had left Master Ingris whose network would find him eventually. What would he do? Probably send someone to kill off a loose end. Besides he had originally wanted his sister what use was he in the end?
Cadseem had poor street skills and almost ended up dying on the streets before a brawl in a cantina got him picked up by a thieving team that needed skilled fighter for when their plans fell through. He was silent at first through the first few jobs and it wasn’t long before he began to pick up on their friendly attitudes. It was like the family he never had, and everyone had their roll. No one betrayed each other. Family. Somewhere he fit into a mold. He kept most of his force sensitivity a secret and it was made easier by him not having a lightsaber. He hated how instantly recognizable those things were anyways.
This started him on a completely different type of training. Sneaking he had down or so he had thought until he started to train with these guys. Guile a female Cathar, taught him not only sneaking around but using the art of distraction to help one sneak. It was funny how one small thing could draw someone’s attention while you replaced a file, or holo pad. Planting objects and small tricks of legerdemain became easier with practice. Sparky, a small, male toydarian, taught him only rudimentary navigation through space and some of the main hyperspace routes through the different rims. They usually skirted the Mid to Outer rim being of the shady activities. He learned enough to get around and fly whenever the group needed him to pilot though it was a stretch to call him anywhere near skillful. Tech was a Bothan hacker that Cadseem thought was a little too into computers. For some of their schemes Cadseem was forced to learn at least how to initially use a security spike and some rudimentary hacking though he mostly just relied on a redeveloped suite of software customized by Tech himself. It worked…. Most of the time. As the group became used to him as a member they started calling him “Blades” nicknaming him after his skill with them.
Wasn’t long before this group ran into trouble on a job involving Mandalorians, and some of their schematics for a new swoop racer that an opposing team wanted to get their hands ahold of. Thought it would be an easy sneak and grab. Tech was confident about the computer side, of things knowing Mandalorians security systems usually weren’t complex. To gain access Guile was going to sneak in while Cadseem took place in their combat arena. He job was to make a large show out of it and draw as much of their attention as he could. Sparky would have the ship waiting nearby with Tech in case they needed to jet. Mandalorians weren’t known for their use of civilian weaponry and if they found out they had been crossed they wanted to put a few lightyears between them and the Mandalorians.
The plan was set but with the best set plans. They didn’t end up turning out as planned. Cadseem proceeded in his role as a confident challenger but after his first two wins, in armor he took off his helmet at the coaxing of one of the mandalorains who had recognized the Echani hand to hand combat. White hair was all too revealing of his race and unknown to Cadseem is that the Mandalorians had a fierce rivalry with Echani way back before he was even born. So the ‘real’ fighters came out of the wood works wanting to beat their rival and prove Mandalorians were better. They hardly allowed him to rest between bouts now, and a betting pool was beginning to form. By the fifth person he fought he was wondering what was taking his crew so long. Of course the Mandalorians encryption had been harder than Tech had originally expected, and Guiles had gone silent for a longer period of time than anyone would have liked. Soon he was fighting with blades which he much preferred but his muscles were screaming, breath labored. He got the signal to get out on the seventh bout and he let himself get smacked out of the ring. He saluted with his blade and made to move out but two mandalorians stepped in front of the door.
“You’re finishing the fight boy.”
Forced back to the arena he faced his opponent. He couldn’t draw out the fight, he was tired. Impossibly so, he wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. His body ached… he could use the force. Oh but that would make him so hungry after this, why were they doing this? He could see they didn’t like him, he pushed himself. His opponent was skilled but he had an ace. He waited getting pressed back and playing defensive. The Mandalorians continue to jeer and goad him. His opponent wasn’t giving him an opening that he was waiting for however. The snide remarks continued and he…. Snapped.
The hatred infused force began to pour into his muscles strengthen and quickening them. It was like he had just gotten a second wind. He pressed the man, his blade working the man’s defensive and keeping him back peddling until they were both outside the confines of the little arena. His opponent grew frustrated and tried to reverse with a hasty assault. Cadseem deflected them without a second thought landing a blow to the man’s stomach followed by but a slam against his back. Armor protected them from the swords they used but it was obvious the mandalorian felt it. His moves were sluggish at first but he came at Cadseem again.
How dare he continue to fight! Cadseem slammed another blow into him ducking the Mandalorian’s blow and sending him off balance the other direction past him. He growled coming back at Cadseem who responded in his own frustration as well blocking the man’s blow, pushing it down to the left and throwing a full on head butt. This smashed the much larger man down to the ground out cold. He turned looking at the rest as they stared at him.
“He just beat Darric!”
“Kill him.”
That’s all Cadseem needed to hear before blaster fire started firing out from behind the Mandalorians. The plan had gone to crap, and Guiles was causing just the diversion he needed. He ran, and despite not feeling his legs now he would for days later as he ran faster than he ever had back to the ship. The Mandalorians gave pursuit but they managed to get away. He was later informed that what they had been told to steal wasn’t what had been there, and they needed to have a word with their employer. Cadseem was out of it. His body sore and body starved of energy. Using his body like that to move faster and hit stronger took its toll on a body. You couldn’t just keep going, the force wasn’t like a magic battery. The Force didn’t have limits, but your body did. A saying Ingris had been fond of came back to him in this time.
“The Force’s limits are your limits because the Force has no limits.”
As fate would have it their employer turned out to be none other than his old Master Ingris. They showed up at the meeting spot not a few days after the heist that was supposed to be “easy money” and met with two dozen Sith and Ingris. Cadseem was shocked just by Ingris presence there. Why was he here? Ingris hadn’t seemed to notice Cadseem’s presence as of yet. He took the information, from Guiles and after checking it for a moment smashed the datapad. Shocked the group tensed.
“Good, that was valuable information that I needed disposed of, and you deleted the source like I requested?”
“Of course as per our agreement.”
“Yes… about that. I’m glad you were able to fulfil your end of the bargain. I shouldn’t be surprised as you had the help of my old apprentice however, now that it is done I’m afraid I have to alter the bargain… Kill them.”
Insults flew but mere moments before blaster fire came out. Cadseem was too tired, still recovering. He felt powerless. Guiles dived out of the way but Tech was too slow he went down in a hail of blaster fire. Cadseem had managed his own cover and looked to Guiles who motioned for them to run, before tossing out a flash grenade. They sprinted towards their ship, she told Cadseem to unhitch the docking latch from the outside and she’d have Sparky fire up the engines. She proceeded towards the cockpit and saw a tied up sparky. She reached to hear ear to send Cadseem a message. A message that still interrupts his dreams at night.
“Cadseem I-“
An explosion rocked their small freighter blowing him back across the docking bay. Cadseem watched in disbelief as what he had before went up in flames. His old Master had killed them all. He ran knowing someone would check and make sure they were all dead. For now he had to live. For now he had to survive. Revenge could wait for later, he needed money and a ship. Then he would need contacts. He couldn’t let it end like this.
Roleplay Sample: Cadseem dove through arcing lines of lasers pointed his way. The alarm had been tripped and the security turrets were now trying to track anything that moved. He had studied before doing this job, where the turrets were located. This had enabled him to be able to predict when and where to move. There was a flaw with this type of security set up. No one wanted their turrets to fire upon their priceless collection and as such he could use them to his advantage as cover. He jumped between two pillars stopping and then sprinting to the next. The Laser's repositioned their arms to get a better angle at him and Cadseem shifted with them altering his own path trying to place as much as he could between him and any of the lasers. It wasn't perfect but he was fast enough to dodge most lasers if he only had to dodge one or two. If he let them trap him that would be a problem.
He was almost out, as he skirted close to a pillar containing some sort of rock sculpture. A laser he had mentally lost track up came arcing his direction. He cursed grabbing the statue which he briefly saw was of a hutt, and chucked it hard at the laser hand's base in the ceiling. It smashed and sparks flew. He didn't have time, physically hurting one of those lasers had just cost him the silent alarm. Guards would be coming now. Instead of his careful and calculated movements he made a made dash for the exit. All lasers in the room altered course closing in on his position. They were almost upon him, inching closer...
Slam! He barreled through the door just at the right moment tumbling down over two guards who surprised weren't able to grab their guns fast enough. He was already half way down the hall before they had regained their feet, and the bolts they sent flying at him never came close to hitting as he skirted the hallway and slammed once more out of a window. The guards would keep coming but he had a contingency for that.
A club nearby that had recently installed a holo floor that mimicked terrain and landscapes. Before he had gotten too far guards were already coming down the street after him, and he skipped the line of the club nodding to the bouncer who he had already bribed to let him rush ahead of the line and into the club prior the guards might loose a few seconds to him as he blended into the crowd. Music thumped against his ear drums as he kept moving. Lights and holo's flitted about the place distracting onlookers with displays. Cadseem had already scoped the place out knowing which holograms held solid objects behind them and which were just illusions he could bypass through.
The guards had made it past the bouncer at the front and were spreading out to look for him. He made his way trying to use the holo's as cover climbing up to the second story balcony. Some people made noises at him drawing some of their attention as he climbed. They started after him but without their knowledge of the holographic displays and what was beneath them their progress was slow. After reaching the second balcony he made his way to the roof where he had placed a long pole so he could make the jump to the next building and use it to propel him further onto a few more buildings. He had lost track of any guards but just in case they were still following him, he proceeded to his safe house and waited there with his prize. His employer would be happy to know he had gotten in and out without damaging the object.
