Post by Feyrin on Dec 28, 2008 0:02:55 GMT -5
Name: Feyrin Nataro
Race: Umbaran
Age: 34
Height: 4'3"
Weight: 140lbs.(165lbs. w/armor)
Appearance:
Birth place: Umbara
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Navy/Army
Rank: Brigadier General
Bio:
Birth and Childhood
Three decade's ago, on the planet Umbara, a child was born. The night was black, filled with dark clouds, bright lightning, rolling thunder, and deafening silence. Until around eleven o'clock. Sharp, horrid, pain-stricken screams arched through the crisp air. A mother was finally giving birth, early. About a month early, actually. The father was standing beside his wife, smiling. He was her strength, and refused to falter in her pain. After hours of labor, and screaming, the infant was conceived into the household. It was an elegant house, with drapes on the windows, and marble pillars and counters, comfy, luscious beds. The family was the eighth in the highest ten caste's on the planet.
The next morning, the doctor that was supposed to aid in the birth heard word of the conceived child, and went to the home to talk to the mother. He took the child of course, beings as it was a premature birth. He placed the infant in a bacta tank at the hospital, designed especially for children like him. Deemed a male, the parent's visited and named the child three days later. Feyrin Nataro was his name, in neglect of any middle name.
Feyrin's early life was simple. He lived a life of learning, obviously. He took onto his schooling with ease, as did most of the other Umbaran's. At the age of ten, Feyrin finished his schooling and moved onto a larger university, studying the arts of astrophysics and nanotechnology. Feyrin planned to be a technologist in the future.
Teenage Years
At thirteen years old, Feyrin had a degree in nanotechnology, but had given up astrophysics after only a year. At fifteen he was propositioned something he couldn't refuse. A group of warriors showed up on the planet, talking of a battle they had survived
Adulthood
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4(lugging weapons around is easy for him, but actually "hitting" someone with his fists, etc., not so much. He relies on his blades and whips to do the talking for him.)
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 10(7 w/armor)
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0(As of now)
RP Sample:
Lord Hector Nataro stood on his giant black cathedral, surveying the land below. He frowned as he saw the congregating demons, knowing his true calling was here, but it wasn't going to be as easy as he believed. The Demon wished to rule by fear and power... but had neither to these others. They were all powerful, but he would beat them, he would find his inner flame. The black cathedral was a giant black, of course, structure made of marble stone. On a gargoyle Hector stood, bent down on his knees with one giant clawed hand wrapped around the top jaw of the monstrous stone. The Blood of Nataro stood, hopping himself onto the solid roof of his palace, looking back at the demons in -his- realm. He walked to the center, slowly clomping over the stones. When he had reached the center, he knelt down, placing both knees and both open palms to the ground. The giant almost ten foot tall demon began crying, but red thick liquid from his eyes. The blood pooled on the floor, making a giant wall of red on the gleaming black of the Cathedral. He stopped crying and looked at his red reflection mirrored on the blood. Hector frowned when he saw a glint of black in his left eye. The black energy began welling up and became larger, then dissappeared under his eye as soon as it had appeared. "Gron Reeah?" His voice was different, it sounded like stone grinding on metal, like two mountains colliding at full force against eachother. In a matter of horrid seconds, the blood from his eyes turned solid, wrapping up around him and lifting him into the air. Screams were heard, muffled, from the inside of the ball of blood. After struggling for minute after minute, Hector stopped, feeling a true evil welling up in him. He felt his body change, his horns were extending while his tail retreated into his back, his claws were becoming longer, sharper, larger, and his skin was becoming harder, rougher. The blood loostened around him, and almost instantly a giant wall of black flame laced with orange energy jumped up from below Hector, engulfing him in immortal energy. He screamed in anger, instead of fear at the power. The flames licked away the blood, and when it had become once again a liquid, it flowed back into Hector's open mouth. When the blood had all but dissappeared, the black flames slowly died down from Hector's body, revealing a new, grey almost twelve foot tall demon with two foot long horns! He laughed horridly, sounding now like millions of souls wheiling in the night sky. Black columns of flame jutted from the ground as the sky turned gray, laced with red lightning. He bent his knees, bending slowly forward. The giant demon held his arms at his side, charging balls of black fire with a golden outline. He now had the power to kill off anything he wanted. And he would do it! The kaios had put pressure down on him, and this was his time to finish it. He didn't need help now, the rest of the demons would die this day. And the wretched "gods" would die that night! Fully charged, Hector focused on the end of the Cathedral, appearing there within moments. The giant monster thrust his arms out towards the demons, many miles away. Unneringly though, his hands moved at speeds unnoticeable to the naked eye, firing off millions of giant explosive balls of fire at his targets. After minutes of this onslaught, he stopped, and waited another few minutes for the dust, debris, and smoke to settle. Nothing remained of the area, but broken, burning land. Hector smiled and turned away, stepping into a newly formed portal of black flame. As he stepped through, he closed his eyes and welled all of his remaining energy around his body. He closed his eyes because of the light on the other side of the portal. He had walked straight into Heaven! With his eyes still closed, a group of "guardians" surrounded him, and he smiled, knowing they were there without even opening his eyes. In seconds the black flames erupted from him, engulfing the entire place in death and decay. The realm of the kaios was burning with his body itself, and it was what he wanted. Nothing could stop it. None of the kaios were strong enough to resist the darkness. ----Skip---- Nothing was left now of the demon world, or Heaven. The only thing left was the living world, which could now only suffer as purgatory began welling up with souls, with nowhere else to go. The world was in chaos, and it was all because of Lord Hector Nataro...
Race: Umbaran
Age: 34
Height: 4'3"
Weight: 140lbs.(165lbs. w/armor)
Appearance:
Birth place: Umbara
Faction: Mandalorian
Department: Navy/Army
Rank: Brigadier General
Bio:
Birth and Childhood
Three decade's ago, on the planet Umbara, a child was born. The night was black, filled with dark clouds, bright lightning, rolling thunder, and deafening silence. Until around eleven o'clock. Sharp, horrid, pain-stricken screams arched through the crisp air. A mother was finally giving birth, early. About a month early, actually. The father was standing beside his wife, smiling. He was her strength, and refused to falter in her pain. After hours of labor, and screaming, the infant was conceived into the household. It was an elegant house, with drapes on the windows, and marble pillars and counters, comfy, luscious beds. The family was the eighth in the highest ten caste's on the planet.
The next morning, the doctor that was supposed to aid in the birth heard word of the conceived child, and went to the home to talk to the mother. He took the child of course, beings as it was a premature birth. He placed the infant in a bacta tank at the hospital, designed especially for children like him. Deemed a male, the parent's visited and named the child three days later. Feyrin Nataro was his name, in neglect of any middle name.
Feyrin's early life was simple. He lived a life of learning, obviously. He took onto his schooling with ease, as did most of the other Umbaran's. At the age of ten, Feyrin finished his schooling and moved onto a larger university, studying the arts of astrophysics and nanotechnology. Feyrin planned to be a technologist in the future.
Teenage Years
At thirteen years old, Feyrin had a degree in nanotechnology, but had given up astrophysics after only a year. At fifteen he was propositioned something he couldn't refuse. A group of warriors showed up on the planet, talking of a battle they had survived
Adulthood
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4(lugging weapons around is easy for him, but actually "hitting" someone with his fists, etc., not so much. He relies on his blades and whips to do the talking for him.)
Intelligence: 8
Speed: 10(7 w/armor)
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 9
Alignment: 0(As of now)
RP Sample:
Lord Hector Nataro stood on his giant black cathedral, surveying the land below. He frowned as he saw the congregating demons, knowing his true calling was here, but it wasn't going to be as easy as he believed. The Demon wished to rule by fear and power... but had neither to these others. They were all powerful, but he would beat them, he would find his inner flame. The black cathedral was a giant black, of course, structure made of marble stone. On a gargoyle Hector stood, bent down on his knees with one giant clawed hand wrapped around the top jaw of the monstrous stone. The Blood of Nataro stood, hopping himself onto the solid roof of his palace, looking back at the demons in -his- realm. He walked to the center, slowly clomping over the stones. When he had reached the center, he knelt down, placing both knees and both open palms to the ground. The giant almost ten foot tall demon began crying, but red thick liquid from his eyes. The blood pooled on the floor, making a giant wall of red on the gleaming black of the Cathedral. He stopped crying and looked at his red reflection mirrored on the blood. Hector frowned when he saw a glint of black in his left eye. The black energy began welling up and became larger, then dissappeared under his eye as soon as it had appeared. "Gron Reeah?" His voice was different, it sounded like stone grinding on metal, like two mountains colliding at full force against eachother. In a matter of horrid seconds, the blood from his eyes turned solid, wrapping up around him and lifting him into the air. Screams were heard, muffled, from the inside of the ball of blood. After struggling for minute after minute, Hector stopped, feeling a true evil welling up in him. He felt his body change, his horns were extending while his tail retreated into his back, his claws were becoming longer, sharper, larger, and his skin was becoming harder, rougher. The blood loostened around him, and almost instantly a giant wall of black flame laced with orange energy jumped up from below Hector, engulfing him in immortal energy. He screamed in anger, instead of fear at the power. The flames licked away the blood, and when it had become once again a liquid, it flowed back into Hector's open mouth. When the blood had all but dissappeared, the black flames slowly died down from Hector's body, revealing a new, grey almost twelve foot tall demon with two foot long horns! He laughed horridly, sounding now like millions of souls wheiling in the night sky. Black columns of flame jutted from the ground as the sky turned gray, laced with red lightning. He bent his knees, bending slowly forward. The giant demon held his arms at his side, charging balls of black fire with a golden outline. He now had the power to kill off anything he wanted. And he would do it! The kaios had put pressure down on him, and this was his time to finish it. He didn't need help now, the rest of the demons would die this day. And the wretched "gods" would die that night! Fully charged, Hector focused on the end of the Cathedral, appearing there within moments. The giant monster thrust his arms out towards the demons, many miles away. Unneringly though, his hands moved at speeds unnoticeable to the naked eye, firing off millions of giant explosive balls of fire at his targets. After minutes of this onslaught, he stopped, and waited another few minutes for the dust, debris, and smoke to settle. Nothing remained of the area, but broken, burning land. Hector smiled and turned away, stepping into a newly formed portal of black flame. As he stepped through, he closed his eyes and welled all of his remaining energy around his body. He closed his eyes because of the light on the other side of the portal. He had walked straight into Heaven! With his eyes still closed, a group of "guardians" surrounded him, and he smiled, knowing they were there without even opening his eyes. In seconds the black flames erupted from him, engulfing the entire place in death and decay. The realm of the kaios was burning with his body itself, and it was what he wanted. Nothing could stop it. None of the kaios were strong enough to resist the darkness. ----Skip---- Nothing was left now of the demon world, or Heaven. The only thing left was the living world, which could now only suffer as purgatory began welling up with souls, with nowhere else to go. The world was in chaos, and it was all because of Lord Hector Nataro...
