Post by Phoenix on Aug 31, 2008 17:49:49 GMT -5
Name: Tarjir Ivurn'ira
Race: Bothan
Age: 33
Height: 1.5m
Weight: 69kg
Appearance: Bothans are a humanoid species characterized by stocky builds and fur-covered faces. The fur acts as an emotional indicator, as different moods trigger different rippling responses on a Bothan's fur. Tajir's long head hair is dreaded along with his beard whilst his ears, eyebrows and snout are all pierced with rings. His eyes are a fiery orange and wears traditional Dark Jedi robes along with his trusty utiltity belt, sported since his days in the spy network. He now also carries a single red lightsaber on his right hip.
Birth place: Bothawui
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Assassin
Bio: Tarjir was born into the Fira clan on Bothawui and consequently was raised in accordance with their traditions and beliefs. His Father was a member of a new and some what experimental Bothan spy network and took on numerous missions thus, he was often away from home and had next to little contact with Tarjir.
Meanwhile, Tarjir excelled in his studies and strived to become a politician. However, as fate would have it, his mother fell seriously ill forcing him to put his dream on hold. Regardless of all the attention and care given to her by both the clan shaman and Tarjir, she eventually passed away during a cold winter's night. Tarjir deeply saddened by her death later discovered that she could have been cured easily given the right medication which the clan shaman had been unaware of at the time. From then on Tarjiir understood that information was power and yet had so little of it for himself.
When asked about his father, the Chieftain was tight lipped and revealed nothing. Enraged by his clan's refusal to shed light on the truth behind his family, he signed up to train as a spy. After years of training, Tarjir was prepared to take on missions to obtain information for whichever side, for whom it did not matter, he was only interested in using knowledge to his own advantage.
In 3618, when assigned by the Republic to acquire information regarding an increasing trend of piracy across the galaxy, he was informed of a new line of military technology that had recently become available on the growing black market. Assuming that the technology was responsible for the success of piracy, he scowered various hot spots in different systems, gathering information until he was able to track down a broker, who had handled numerous deals and made him squeal. From there, he successfully located the buyers on one of their outposts on Dantooine. However, to ensure the pirates were caught and the weaponry was safely recovered, he was teamed up with a special ops unit to provide both safe extraction and protection if need be. Tarjir infiltrated the base with ease, disabled their defenses allowing the special ops to penetrate and annihilate the enemy forces. Whilst no one was looking, Tarjir downloaded data concerning suppliers, locations, associates and technological advancements. Unfortunately, before the extraction could take place the transport was brought down by a hail of E60R missles, taking out the crew. Knowing the game was up, he destroyed the data preventing his attackers from discovering what he knew. Once captured, a Dark Jedi by the name of Vuiz Sye tortured him relentlessly, employing every dark technique she knew which proved to be unproductive. Eventually Tarjir struck a deal with Vuiz, promising to reveal what he knew in return for an education in the dark side of the force.
After fifteen years of intensive training, Tarjiir had become a fully fledged Dark Jedi, commited to bringing forth the destruction the Republic, the Jedi and all those who opposed his might. With his new found power and lust for information he would seek the truth behind the mystery that was his life and hold all those responsible for having kept his identity from himself. Liberation would be his.
Through his instruction in the dark arts, Tarjir learnt to harness the ferocious feral energy that slept within him. He achieved this by fusing this feral energy with his dark rage which is derived from the dark side of the force. This combination leads to a transformation where he becomes a terrifying beast with enhanced strength and speed. However, it is a taxing process and would leave him utterly exhausted once used.
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - 4
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - 1
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild
Juyo / Vaapad - 3
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Dark Rage
Primitive Sense
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: Bothan Spy Network Training:
Infiltration - 5
Demolition - 3
Hacking - 3
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Tarjir sat alone, concealed in the pitch black of his room. He prefered it this way, it gave him time to mull over his studies and fully absorb all he had been taught over the fifteen years. It was during these fifteen years, that he had trained under Vuiz aboard her personal space craft, The Wanderer.
Hidden from the Galaxy for over 15 years, it felt as though time itself had halted. This was simply due to the fact that by now he had achieved a state of total tranquility, he was in no rush to charge into battle to prove himself nor did he desire it, he was perfectly content to just sit and... wait. Patience, he believed was essential if he were to fully understand anything that Vuiz had taught him. Every piece of information, right down to the smallest detail was of great use and only added to his strength, that was his philosophy 15 years ago and it was exactly the same to that very day.
Most species would have grown inpatient after a couple of years but Tarjir was different. During his time as a Bothan Spy, he had been taught the importance of patience and it's rewards. Therefore, it was no wonder that even after 15 years, he was still there, still sitting, still training, still learning.
As for his physical fitness, he had never been better, he had not slowed down, in fact he had grown more agile. His strength had far surpassed his grueling days in the training camp, he had reached new heights and could only advance. He was now lean and muscular, his hair passing his shoulders whilst beard though long, was braided and well kept. As for his clothes, he had adopted the traditional Dark Jedi garments but had decided to retain his utility belt, for it had served him well in the past and would do so in the future as well.
His ears pricked, his fur shuffled, he was being summoned, he could sense it. He arose from his seated position and left the room, as it had been when he entered it, in darkness, the only source of light beaming through his window from the stars.
Tarjir traversed the dark corridors of the Wanderer and as he did so he remembered just how silent it was. It made perfect sense, it was a small craft after all and required little attention. Nevertheless those who did make up the crew, he rarely saw and would share little conversation with. This was down to the sheer fact, that Tarjir unlike numerous others in the galaxy, saw all things for their value and their importance to himself. These underlings therefore, were nobodies, of no use to anyone whatsoever, regardless of what minor jobs they were given by Vuiz, deemed to be important. Eventually, they would pass away, like the thousands before them and they would have changed nothing, known nothing and therefore would not be missed. He however, would change the course of history because he knew something that others did not and as a result would not be forgotten.
He reached his master's chamber, the door was open and a soft yet crisp voice invited him in. Tarjir approached his master and knelt before her. Vuiz had aged well, her visage was now more worn and her hair a silvery white as opposed to that of 15 years ago, she still had managed to retain much of her deceptive beauty.
[glow=maroon,2,300]What is your bidding my master?[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]It is time, Tarjir[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,300]Very well...[/glow]
Time seemingly stopped, Tarjir peered within himself and sought the beast from the darkest corners of his anatomy. It's fiery orange eyes blazed in the shadows, it's stench revolting, it's breathing heavy between a grin of cracked teeth and then it engulfed him. The feral beast coarsed through his veins and collided with darkside of the force to create an abomination before Vuiz's very eyes. He was transformed, gone was the quiet, contemplative and restrained character that was Tarjir, in his place stood a monster of the most primitive nature.
[glow=red,2,300]Very good, Tarjir. Finally you have learnt to tap into that amazing pool of energy that has existed within you all this time. Now you are truly mine[/glow]
The creature shot her a blank stare, silence ensued. Once again the creature's grin spread across his face, his tongue licking his lips. Vuiz's expression turned to one of disbelief and readied her weapon. However, as she began to do so, the creature merely cackled...
[glow=red,2,300]No value...[/glow]
...the crew were going about their meaningless duties when they heard it...the shriek of a helpless woman being torn to shreds. It was in this horrific moment that they realised the power of patience...
Race: Bothan
Age: 33
Height: 1.5m
Weight: 69kg
Appearance: Bothans are a humanoid species characterized by stocky builds and fur-covered faces. The fur acts as an emotional indicator, as different moods trigger different rippling responses on a Bothan's fur. Tajir's long head hair is dreaded along with his beard whilst his ears, eyebrows and snout are all pierced with rings. His eyes are a fiery orange and wears traditional Dark Jedi robes along with his trusty utiltity belt, sported since his days in the spy network. He now also carries a single red lightsaber on his right hip.
Birth place: Bothawui
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Assassin
Bio: Tarjir was born into the Fira clan on Bothawui and consequently was raised in accordance with their traditions and beliefs. His Father was a member of a new and some what experimental Bothan spy network and took on numerous missions thus, he was often away from home and had next to little contact with Tarjir.
Meanwhile, Tarjir excelled in his studies and strived to become a politician. However, as fate would have it, his mother fell seriously ill forcing him to put his dream on hold. Regardless of all the attention and care given to her by both the clan shaman and Tarjir, she eventually passed away during a cold winter's night. Tarjir deeply saddened by her death later discovered that she could have been cured easily given the right medication which the clan shaman had been unaware of at the time. From then on Tarjiir understood that information was power and yet had so little of it for himself.
When asked about his father, the Chieftain was tight lipped and revealed nothing. Enraged by his clan's refusal to shed light on the truth behind his family, he signed up to train as a spy. After years of training, Tarjir was prepared to take on missions to obtain information for whichever side, for whom it did not matter, he was only interested in using knowledge to his own advantage.
In 3618, when assigned by the Republic to acquire information regarding an increasing trend of piracy across the galaxy, he was informed of a new line of military technology that had recently become available on the growing black market. Assuming that the technology was responsible for the success of piracy, he scowered various hot spots in different systems, gathering information until he was able to track down a broker, who had handled numerous deals and made him squeal. From there, he successfully located the buyers on one of their outposts on Dantooine. However, to ensure the pirates were caught and the weaponry was safely recovered, he was teamed up with a special ops unit to provide both safe extraction and protection if need be. Tarjir infiltrated the base with ease, disabled their defenses allowing the special ops to penetrate and annihilate the enemy forces. Whilst no one was looking, Tarjir downloaded data concerning suppliers, locations, associates and technological advancements. Unfortunately, before the extraction could take place the transport was brought down by a hail of E60R missles, taking out the crew. Knowing the game was up, he destroyed the data preventing his attackers from discovering what he knew. Once captured, a Dark Jedi by the name of Vuiz Sye tortured him relentlessly, employing every dark technique she knew which proved to be unproductive. Eventually Tarjir struck a deal with Vuiz, promising to reveal what he knew in return for an education in the dark side of the force.
After fifteen years of intensive training, Tarjiir had become a fully fledged Dark Jedi, commited to bringing forth the destruction the Republic, the Jedi and all those who opposed his might. With his new found power and lust for information he would seek the truth behind the mystery that was his life and hold all those responsible for having kept his identity from himself. Liberation would be his.
Through his instruction in the dark arts, Tarjir learnt to harness the ferocious feral energy that slept within him. He achieved this by fusing this feral energy with his dark rage which is derived from the dark side of the force. This combination leads to a transformation where he becomes a terrifying beast with enhanced strength and speed. However, it is a taxing process and would leave him utterly exhausted once used.
Lightsaber: Single blade
Color: Red
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho - 5
Makashi - N/A
Soresu - 4
Ataru - N/A
Shien / Djem So - 1
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman - N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or duel Weild
Juyo / Vaapad - 3
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Dark Rage
Primitive Sense
Telekinetic: 4
Telepathic: 5
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 2
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills: Bothan Spy Network Training:
Infiltration - 5
Demolition - 3
Hacking - 3
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 5
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 5
Ranged Weapons: 6
Force Attunement: -1
RP Sample:
Tarjir sat alone, concealed in the pitch black of his room. He prefered it this way, it gave him time to mull over his studies and fully absorb all he had been taught over the fifteen years. It was during these fifteen years, that he had trained under Vuiz aboard her personal space craft, The Wanderer.
Hidden from the Galaxy for over 15 years, it felt as though time itself had halted. This was simply due to the fact that by now he had achieved a state of total tranquility, he was in no rush to charge into battle to prove himself nor did he desire it, he was perfectly content to just sit and... wait. Patience, he believed was essential if he were to fully understand anything that Vuiz had taught him. Every piece of information, right down to the smallest detail was of great use and only added to his strength, that was his philosophy 15 years ago and it was exactly the same to that very day.
Most species would have grown inpatient after a couple of years but Tarjir was different. During his time as a Bothan Spy, he had been taught the importance of patience and it's rewards. Therefore, it was no wonder that even after 15 years, he was still there, still sitting, still training, still learning.
As for his physical fitness, he had never been better, he had not slowed down, in fact he had grown more agile. His strength had far surpassed his grueling days in the training camp, he had reached new heights and could only advance. He was now lean and muscular, his hair passing his shoulders whilst beard though long, was braided and well kept. As for his clothes, he had adopted the traditional Dark Jedi garments but had decided to retain his utility belt, for it had served him well in the past and would do so in the future as well.
His ears pricked, his fur shuffled, he was being summoned, he could sense it. He arose from his seated position and left the room, as it had been when he entered it, in darkness, the only source of light beaming through his window from the stars.
Tarjir traversed the dark corridors of the Wanderer and as he did so he remembered just how silent it was. It made perfect sense, it was a small craft after all and required little attention. Nevertheless those who did make up the crew, he rarely saw and would share little conversation with. This was down to the sheer fact, that Tarjir unlike numerous others in the galaxy, saw all things for their value and their importance to himself. These underlings therefore, were nobodies, of no use to anyone whatsoever, regardless of what minor jobs they were given by Vuiz, deemed to be important. Eventually, they would pass away, like the thousands before them and they would have changed nothing, known nothing and therefore would not be missed. He however, would change the course of history because he knew something that others did not and as a result would not be forgotten.
He reached his master's chamber, the door was open and a soft yet crisp voice invited him in. Tarjir approached his master and knelt before her. Vuiz had aged well, her visage was now more worn and her hair a silvery white as opposed to that of 15 years ago, she still had managed to retain much of her deceptive beauty.
[glow=maroon,2,300]What is your bidding my master?[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]It is time, Tarjir[/glow]
[glow=maroon,2,300]Very well...[/glow]
Time seemingly stopped, Tarjir peered within himself and sought the beast from the darkest corners of his anatomy. It's fiery orange eyes blazed in the shadows, it's stench revolting, it's breathing heavy between a grin of cracked teeth and then it engulfed him. The feral beast coarsed through his veins and collided with darkside of the force to create an abomination before Vuiz's very eyes. He was transformed, gone was the quiet, contemplative and restrained character that was Tarjir, in his place stood a monster of the most primitive nature.
[glow=red,2,300]Very good, Tarjir. Finally you have learnt to tap into that amazing pool of energy that has existed within you all this time. Now you are truly mine[/glow]
The creature shot her a blank stare, silence ensued. Once again the creature's grin spread across his face, his tongue licking his lips. Vuiz's expression turned to one of disbelief and readied her weapon. However, as she began to do so, the creature merely cackled...
[glow=red,2,300]No value...[/glow]
...the crew were going about their meaningless duties when they heard it...the shriek of a helpless woman being torn to shreds. It was in this horrific moment that they realised the power of patience...
.