Post by Kross on Aug 19, 2008 19:26:31 GMT -5
Name: Dmitri Arkadai
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160lbs.
Appearance: Tall and of medium build, Caucasian (white) skinned. Has eyes and hair both silver/steel grey in color, and hair is shoulder-blade-length and usually tied back. Prominently square jawed, almost noticeable high cheek bones, and has an unshaven look about him, usually sporting a short stubble of hair on his face.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Marauder
Bio:
Dmitri began his life normally enough, born to a reasonably wealthy family on Coruscant. His mother, Galya, was a diplomat, and his father, Andrei, was a successful trader. At the first signs of force-sensitivity, at around four, he was taken to the Jedi Temple for training. His parents, while proud of their son for the fact that he'd someday become a great protector, were upset about losing their only son, and after a very long goodbye they never saw him again. Dmitri never remembered much of his childhood, except that it had been privileged and comfortable.
Dmitri showed signs of being highly adept at lightsaber combat right off the bat, mastering skills at an exceptional rate. In force manipulation, however, he struggled greatly, and was slow to grasp even the most basic tasks. At later ages he became a somewhat capable force user, but he had already chosen his path. When he began as a padawan under Master Yoka Sosho, a Twi'lek Jedi Master, he was training in the Jar-kai sub-form of Niman, and used a short saber in his right hand and a long one in his left, both cyan in color. The Jedi Master taught him many things, including helping him learn to better himself in the force. He tried, but Dmitri never quite grasped the concepts, and was resigned to believe that he'd never become any good at it.
During a struggle on a mission in the Outer Rim, a Dark Jedi Master managed to defeat Yoka, and turned on Dmitri. Seeing the youth in the boy, however, the Dark Jedi Master decided it would be fun to play a game with him. Instead of killing Dmitri, the man took Dmitri and Yoka's lightsabers, destroyed Yoka's starship, and left the planet; leaving the boy to fend for himself. During that time on the planet, Dmitri was forced to rely on the force for protection, but with his skills so undeveloped, he felt doomed. After 4 months on the horrible swamp planet, Dmitri was at the end of his life. Feeling the hatred for that Dark Jedi Master, fear of the planet's hostile inhabitants and death, Dmitri felt the emotions overcome him, found himself falling into the dark side of the force. He found that the energies, the abilities that the dark side could bring him gave him an advantage. He actually felt adept in the force for once, employing some of the meaner abilities with ease. The power, he thought, felt good.
After 8 months of being there, a Jedi Knight crash landed on the planet. Dmitri found him unconscious inside of the ruined ship, and killed him, taking the lightsaber from the Jedi. There was no time for negotiating a way off the planet with the Jedi, explaining himself; Dmitri was ready to leave. Using spare parts from Yoka's ruined ship, Dmitri managed to make the Jedi Knight's ship space-worthy, and set off to tie up a loose end with the Dark Jedi Master. During his travels, he trained heavily in the Makashi lightsaber style, using different files and holocrons on lightsaber styles that he had found in the Jedi Knight's ship database, knowing that when he met his Master's killer he would need to be ready to kill him. The Ataru art had failed his Master in battle, and Dmitri swore he would not make the same mistake. At last, after three years of traveling, Dmitri located the man hiding in the Outer Rim.
After a fierce battle, through hours of back-and-forth lightsaber dueling, Dmitri managed to take off the leg of the Dark Jedi, dropping him to the ground. Laughing as the boy stood over him, the Dark Jedi muttered his final words before Dmitri plunged the lightsaber into his chest. Astonishingly, the lightsabers that the Dark Jedi had taken the day he killed Yoka were still with him. Dmitri took his longer blade and left the shorter one, now that he no longer practiced Jar-kai. Dmitri took the next six years in exile on an unnamed planet, far from civilization, fending for himself and perfecting his combat abilities.
He knew that it was too late to go back to the Jedi, that he had already developed an addiction. An addiction to the power of the dark side, to the pleasure of killing and causing pain; he had been captured by bloodlust. After the six years of exile, he was ready to return to civilization, but he was no longer who he once was. No longer an obedient, helpful boy, he had been seized by the greatest evils he could know; and where love and peace had dwelled, only hatred and violence remained in the wake of all the inner war.
Lightsaber: Single blade, single-phase
Color: Cyan
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 4
Makashi - 5
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - N/A
Niman - 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - N/A
Juyo / Vaapad - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 4
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -8
RP Sample:
Their sabers fizzled and popped as the two men circled eachother, throwing themselves at eachother with the ferocity of wild beasts. The room they were in was a fairly dimly lit, underground room, with the white stone walls cracked from age; their lightsabers were the only real source of light, illuminating the two warriors as they clashed. Dmitri could feel the hours of combat starting to wear on him, his arms tired and sore, sweat pouring from his head; only the adrenaline and pure hatred kept him dueling. He could see the unnamed Dark Jedi grinning with malice as they locked lightsabers, but there was a snarl of frustration cleverly hidden behind it. This is no longer the little game you played with me, Dmitri thought. This is the end!
In an explosion of anger, Dmitri forced the man's lightsaber away from his own, and charged forward, slashing wildly in an intricate pattern. The man saw the approach, and managed to roll out of the way of the incoming saber. Dmitri kicked off the wall of the room, and changed direction to continue his fury-fueled charge. This time, the Dark Jedi ducked under the incoming swipes and brought his blade up. Though Dmitri managed to escape the worst of the damage from this clever maneuver, he did experience a sharp pain shoot up his chest as he was sliced from gut to shoulder.
"Damn!" Dmitri exclaimed, instinctively reaching for the wound. He glanced down quickly to check on it, nothing deep, that's good. Assured that he was still combat-worthy, Dmitri hurled himself at the Dark Jedi again with renewed rage. Again, there was a loud splutter as the two warriors' lightsabers clashed together. The blades yet again began to dance off of eachother, with neither side appearing to have a clear advantage. One would beat the other back only to be beaten back himself moments later. With both fighters so evenly matched, it more became a question of who would make a slip-up first. Dmitri saw it occasionally, a misstep, an improper block that left the enemy open, but the opportunity would close faster than he could react to it.
Deciding to be even more aggressive with his style, Dmitri moved away from the more complicated, elegant movements of his Makashi and began to use pure brute force, intending to beat the enemy down under superior strength. It worked, the Dark Jedi had not expected this change of pace, and in the few seconds he was off balance Dmitri managed to throw him backward into the wall with the force. The Dark Jedi slammed into the wall and slid to the floor, his lightsaber deactivating and dropping from his hand, rolling along the ground. To ensure his advantage, Dmitri pulled the opponent's lightsaber to himself and stowed it away inside his robes.
"Four years ago, you killed my master, and you left me to die," Dmitri began calmly. "These are simply your, shall we say, 'Just Rewards'." Once he was standing over the Dark Jedi's body, Dmitri crouched down to look into his eyes, the cruel, hateful, dark eyes that Dmitri knew himself to now have.
"Ah... so you were that boy..." the man said, smiling faintly. "You've come a long way since then, your power has grown considerably. Do you know why, boy? It is because I showed you the power... the power only the dark side could bring you. You would still be nothing if I had let you run home in your ship, let you run to the weak fools who call themselves guardians of peace."
"You didn't show me anything. You left me to rot on that God-forsaken planet! You didn't intend a life lesson, you didn't intend to help me; you were just in it for a little fun!" Dmitri paused, standing up and turning away from the Dark Jedi. He took a few steps away before turning back, "and now it's time for me to have a little fun..." Surprisingly, the Dark Jedi began to laugh.
"Do as you feel you must, boy. I fear neither you nor death!" With the Dark Jedi's final word ringing in Dmitri's ears, he plunged his lightsaber into the man's chest, and watched without mercy or pity as the man slowly died before him. It was satisfying even, to see the light leave his enemy's eyes. After he was sure the Dark Jedi was dead, he pulled the lightsaber from the corpse, and threw it into the corner. It was not his own lightsaber, it was the lightsaber of a now-deceased, nameless Jedi Knight.
Dmitri pulled open the man's outer robe and found three lightsabers inside that he recognized from a life he'd left behind in what seemed like many ages ago: his two own, and the lightsaber of his own Master Yoka. He reached inside and pulled out his longer lightsaber, switching it on to ensure that it still worked. A bright blaze of cyan filled the otherwise dark room, and Dmitri took a moment to swish it around a bit before switching it off and stowing it inside his own robes. As he went to do so, he noticed that the Dark Jedi's lightsaber was still in there. He pulled it out and threw it into the air, slicing it in half with his own saber as it fell back toward the ground.
It was over, he'd done as he intended, his Master's killer was dead. With a feeling of satisfaction, relief, and finality, Dmitri left the room in silence.
Race: Human
Age: 27
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 160lbs.
Appearance: Tall and of medium build, Caucasian (white) skinned. Has eyes and hair both silver/steel grey in color, and hair is shoulder-blade-length and usually tied back. Prominently square jawed, almost noticeable high cheek bones, and has an unshaven look about him, usually sporting a short stubble of hair on his face.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Marauder
Bio:
Dmitri began his life normally enough, born to a reasonably wealthy family on Coruscant. His mother, Galya, was a diplomat, and his father, Andrei, was a successful trader. At the first signs of force-sensitivity, at around four, he was taken to the Jedi Temple for training. His parents, while proud of their son for the fact that he'd someday become a great protector, were upset about losing their only son, and after a very long goodbye they never saw him again. Dmitri never remembered much of his childhood, except that it had been privileged and comfortable.
Dmitri showed signs of being highly adept at lightsaber combat right off the bat, mastering skills at an exceptional rate. In force manipulation, however, he struggled greatly, and was slow to grasp even the most basic tasks. At later ages he became a somewhat capable force user, but he had already chosen his path. When he began as a padawan under Master Yoka Sosho, a Twi'lek Jedi Master, he was training in the Jar-kai sub-form of Niman, and used a short saber in his right hand and a long one in his left, both cyan in color. The Jedi Master taught him many things, including helping him learn to better himself in the force. He tried, but Dmitri never quite grasped the concepts, and was resigned to believe that he'd never become any good at it.
During a struggle on a mission in the Outer Rim, a Dark Jedi Master managed to defeat Yoka, and turned on Dmitri. Seeing the youth in the boy, however, the Dark Jedi Master decided it would be fun to play a game with him. Instead of killing Dmitri, the man took Dmitri and Yoka's lightsabers, destroyed Yoka's starship, and left the planet; leaving the boy to fend for himself. During that time on the planet, Dmitri was forced to rely on the force for protection, but with his skills so undeveloped, he felt doomed. After 4 months on the horrible swamp planet, Dmitri was at the end of his life. Feeling the hatred for that Dark Jedi Master, fear of the planet's hostile inhabitants and death, Dmitri felt the emotions overcome him, found himself falling into the dark side of the force. He found that the energies, the abilities that the dark side could bring him gave him an advantage. He actually felt adept in the force for once, employing some of the meaner abilities with ease. The power, he thought, felt good.
After 8 months of being there, a Jedi Knight crash landed on the planet. Dmitri found him unconscious inside of the ruined ship, and killed him, taking the lightsaber from the Jedi. There was no time for negotiating a way off the planet with the Jedi, explaining himself; Dmitri was ready to leave. Using spare parts from Yoka's ruined ship, Dmitri managed to make the Jedi Knight's ship space-worthy, and set off to tie up a loose end with the Dark Jedi Master. During his travels, he trained heavily in the Makashi lightsaber style, using different files and holocrons on lightsaber styles that he had found in the Jedi Knight's ship database, knowing that when he met his Master's killer he would need to be ready to kill him. The Ataru art had failed his Master in battle, and Dmitri swore he would not make the same mistake. At last, after three years of traveling, Dmitri located the man hiding in the Outer Rim.
After a fierce battle, through hours of back-and-forth lightsaber dueling, Dmitri managed to take off the leg of the Dark Jedi, dropping him to the ground. Laughing as the boy stood over him, the Dark Jedi muttered his final words before Dmitri plunged the lightsaber into his chest. Astonishingly, the lightsabers that the Dark Jedi had taken the day he killed Yoka were still with him. Dmitri took his longer blade and left the shorter one, now that he no longer practiced Jar-kai. Dmitri took the next six years in exile on an unnamed planet, far from civilization, fending for himself and perfecting his combat abilities.
He knew that it was too late to go back to the Jedi, that he had already developed an addiction. An addiction to the power of the dark side, to the pleasure of killing and causing pain; he had been captured by bloodlust. After the six years of exile, he was ready to return to civilization, but he was no longer who he once was. No longer an obedient, helpful boy, he had been seized by the greatest evils he could know; and where love and peace had dwelled, only hatred and violence remained in the wake of all the inner war.
Lightsaber: Single blade, single-phase
Color: Cyan
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 4
Makashi - 5
Soresu - N/A
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - N/A
Niman - 3
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild - 2
>>Sub-form Backhanded - N/A
Juyo / Vaapad - N/A
Double Bladed Combat - N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 3
Telepathic: 4
Body: 1
Sense: 1
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 4
Specialized Skills: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 5
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -8
RP Sample:
Their sabers fizzled and popped as the two men circled eachother, throwing themselves at eachother with the ferocity of wild beasts. The room they were in was a fairly dimly lit, underground room, with the white stone walls cracked from age; their lightsabers were the only real source of light, illuminating the two warriors as they clashed. Dmitri could feel the hours of combat starting to wear on him, his arms tired and sore, sweat pouring from his head; only the adrenaline and pure hatred kept him dueling. He could see the unnamed Dark Jedi grinning with malice as they locked lightsabers, but there was a snarl of frustration cleverly hidden behind it. This is no longer the little game you played with me, Dmitri thought. This is the end!
In an explosion of anger, Dmitri forced the man's lightsaber away from his own, and charged forward, slashing wildly in an intricate pattern. The man saw the approach, and managed to roll out of the way of the incoming saber. Dmitri kicked off the wall of the room, and changed direction to continue his fury-fueled charge. This time, the Dark Jedi ducked under the incoming swipes and brought his blade up. Though Dmitri managed to escape the worst of the damage from this clever maneuver, he did experience a sharp pain shoot up his chest as he was sliced from gut to shoulder.
"Damn!" Dmitri exclaimed, instinctively reaching for the wound. He glanced down quickly to check on it, nothing deep, that's good. Assured that he was still combat-worthy, Dmitri hurled himself at the Dark Jedi again with renewed rage. Again, there was a loud splutter as the two warriors' lightsabers clashed together. The blades yet again began to dance off of eachother, with neither side appearing to have a clear advantage. One would beat the other back only to be beaten back himself moments later. With both fighters so evenly matched, it more became a question of who would make a slip-up first. Dmitri saw it occasionally, a misstep, an improper block that left the enemy open, but the opportunity would close faster than he could react to it.
Deciding to be even more aggressive with his style, Dmitri moved away from the more complicated, elegant movements of his Makashi and began to use pure brute force, intending to beat the enemy down under superior strength. It worked, the Dark Jedi had not expected this change of pace, and in the few seconds he was off balance Dmitri managed to throw him backward into the wall with the force. The Dark Jedi slammed into the wall and slid to the floor, his lightsaber deactivating and dropping from his hand, rolling along the ground. To ensure his advantage, Dmitri pulled the opponent's lightsaber to himself and stowed it away inside his robes.
"Four years ago, you killed my master, and you left me to die," Dmitri began calmly. "These are simply your, shall we say, 'Just Rewards'." Once he was standing over the Dark Jedi's body, Dmitri crouched down to look into his eyes, the cruel, hateful, dark eyes that Dmitri knew himself to now have.
"Ah... so you were that boy..." the man said, smiling faintly. "You've come a long way since then, your power has grown considerably. Do you know why, boy? It is because I showed you the power... the power only the dark side could bring you. You would still be nothing if I had let you run home in your ship, let you run to the weak fools who call themselves guardians of peace."
"You didn't show me anything. You left me to rot on that God-forsaken planet! You didn't intend a life lesson, you didn't intend to help me; you were just in it for a little fun!" Dmitri paused, standing up and turning away from the Dark Jedi. He took a few steps away before turning back, "and now it's time for me to have a little fun..." Surprisingly, the Dark Jedi began to laugh.
"Do as you feel you must, boy. I fear neither you nor death!" With the Dark Jedi's final word ringing in Dmitri's ears, he plunged his lightsaber into the man's chest, and watched without mercy or pity as the man slowly died before him. It was satisfying even, to see the light leave his enemy's eyes. After he was sure the Dark Jedi was dead, he pulled the lightsaber from the corpse, and threw it into the corner. It was not his own lightsaber, it was the lightsaber of a now-deceased, nameless Jedi Knight.
Dmitri pulled open the man's outer robe and found three lightsabers inside that he recognized from a life he'd left behind in what seemed like many ages ago: his two own, and the lightsaber of his own Master Yoka. He reached inside and pulled out his longer lightsaber, switching it on to ensure that it still worked. A bright blaze of cyan filled the otherwise dark room, and Dmitri took a moment to swish it around a bit before switching it off and stowing it inside his own robes. As he went to do so, he noticed that the Dark Jedi's lightsaber was still in there. He pulled it out and threw it into the air, slicing it in half with his own saber as it fell back toward the ground.
It was over, he'd done as he intended, his Master's killer was dead. With a feeling of satisfaction, relief, and finality, Dmitri left the room in silence.
