Post by zack8502 on Jan 25, 2008 22:39:03 GMT -5
Name: Vorcek Dusk
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Appearance:
Birth place: Mos Eisley, tatooine
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio: Vorcek's mother was a dancer at the local cantina, and his father was a loyal customer. Vorcek's parents raised him wtih love and care, infact almost perfectly. But Vorcek hated them, he hated his less than average life. Vorcek wanted more, he wanted wealth and power.
As he grew up, he was always getting into trouble, whether it be for theft or some act of violence. Even as a child he manipulated others to get what he wanted.
His father started to drink mass amounts and beet Vorcek.
One night he grew tired of the beatings, and grabbed his fathers vibroblade.
He waited in his home until his father came home from the cantina.When his father arrived he was completely drunk, and had a random woman in tow.
"Your not worth the dirt you walk on, you pathetic fool." Vorcek stated with a cold hatred.
"Boy, go to your room before I get angry!" His father demanded, the woman giggling.
"Or what?! From the minute you walked through this door, youve been as good as dead. Time to die old fool!"
With that Vorcek charged the man, slipping the vibroblade up into his ribcage.
His father fell to the floor, gurgling as he coughed up blood. Vorcek showed no mercy, he turned on the woman, slicing her almost in half.
Vorcek's mother heard the commotion and ran into the room, when she saw the seen her mouth dropped. She started screaming, every other word was help. Then right before Vorcek cut her down... "Why?"
Vorcek took all the money his family had, and took off with just the vibroblade.
One night Vorcek was walking through a worse part of town, and stumbled onto a few men standing in a back alley. All had flowing black cloaks, hoods masked their faces. They turned and saw Vorcek, they simply turned and walked away. Vorcek felt as if he wasnt in control of his body when he began to follow them. They stopped when they were next to some kind of outdated freighter.
Vorcek took a chance.
"Give me all your valuables, and I may, spare you!"
The men simply laughed, one stepped forward. He pulled an object from underneath the cloak. *snap hiss*
The red glow of the lightsaber enthralled Vorcek, he wanted it. It would give him more power than his old nasty vibroblade. Vorcek charged the man, swinging at his chest. The man simply doged by side stepping, he used the force to throw Vorcek onto the ground.
Vorcek stood up.
"Wow, using cheap tricks to best a child."
Vorcek knew now that there would be know challenge if they continued the fight. Even with that knowledge, he charged again, to him death was better than the shame of defeat.
The cloaked figure moved his hand torwards Vorcek, and clenched his fist. Vorcek became paralyzed, the figure moved torwards him.
"I sense great anger in you, and a great lust for power!" the figure said.
"Come with us boy, learn my teachings. Gain the power you crave!"
"Whats the catch?" Vorcek asked with fear.
"Nothing child, except that you do exactly what i ask of you!"
With that, Vorcek left with the men. He was taken to korriban, where he was taught the ways of the sith. He also constructed his first lightsaber there.
One night his master requested to meet with him, he was to be assigned another mission.
When Vorcek arrived at the meeting point, he had other plans.
His master walked up to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ahhh Vorcek, you are making me proud."
"Your pride will get me nowhere."
Vorcek ignited and plunged the blade into his masters chest, before he could even bat an eyelash.
"But... your death... now that may help me... you are weak, and the weak die.... goodbye master."
Vorcek bent over and took his masters saber, from this point on he would master the art of Niman. He would form his hatrid and lust for power into deadly tools. He would go on to learn the various force techniques also.
force powers:
force push/pull
force crush
force lightning
force run/jump
Lightsaber: Dual(two normal length blades) .
Color: Red and Red
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 [4] 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Allignment
-------------------------
5 [4] 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Race: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 173 lbs.
Appearance:
Birth place: Mos Eisley, tatooine
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Knight
Bio: Vorcek's mother was a dancer at the local cantina, and his father was a loyal customer. Vorcek's parents raised him wtih love and care, infact almost perfectly. But Vorcek hated them, he hated his less than average life. Vorcek wanted more, he wanted wealth and power.
As he grew up, he was always getting into trouble, whether it be for theft or some act of violence. Even as a child he manipulated others to get what he wanted.
His father started to drink mass amounts and beet Vorcek.
One night he grew tired of the beatings, and grabbed his fathers vibroblade.
He waited in his home until his father came home from the cantina.When his father arrived he was completely drunk, and had a random woman in tow.
"Your not worth the dirt you walk on, you pathetic fool." Vorcek stated with a cold hatred.
"Boy, go to your room before I get angry!" His father demanded, the woman giggling.
"Or what?! From the minute you walked through this door, youve been as good as dead. Time to die old fool!"
With that Vorcek charged the man, slipping the vibroblade up into his ribcage.
His father fell to the floor, gurgling as he coughed up blood. Vorcek showed no mercy, he turned on the woman, slicing her almost in half.
Vorcek's mother heard the commotion and ran into the room, when she saw the seen her mouth dropped. She started screaming, every other word was help. Then right before Vorcek cut her down... "Why?"
Vorcek took all the money his family had, and took off with just the vibroblade.
One night Vorcek was walking through a worse part of town, and stumbled onto a few men standing in a back alley. All had flowing black cloaks, hoods masked their faces. They turned and saw Vorcek, they simply turned and walked away. Vorcek felt as if he wasnt in control of his body when he began to follow them. They stopped when they were next to some kind of outdated freighter.
Vorcek took a chance.
"Give me all your valuables, and I may, spare you!"
The men simply laughed, one stepped forward. He pulled an object from underneath the cloak. *snap hiss*
The red glow of the lightsaber enthralled Vorcek, he wanted it. It would give him more power than his old nasty vibroblade. Vorcek charged the man, swinging at his chest. The man simply doged by side stepping, he used the force to throw Vorcek onto the ground.
Vorcek stood up.
"Wow, using cheap tricks to best a child."
Vorcek knew now that there would be know challenge if they continued the fight. Even with that knowledge, he charged again, to him death was better than the shame of defeat.
The cloaked figure moved his hand torwards Vorcek, and clenched his fist. Vorcek became paralyzed, the figure moved torwards him.
"I sense great anger in you, and a great lust for power!" the figure said.
"Come with us boy, learn my teachings. Gain the power you crave!"
"Whats the catch?" Vorcek asked with fear.
"Nothing child, except that you do exactly what i ask of you!"
With that, Vorcek left with the men. He was taken to korriban, where he was taught the ways of the sith. He also constructed his first lightsaber there.
One night his master requested to meet with him, he was to be assigned another mission.
When Vorcek arrived at the meeting point, he had other plans.
His master walked up to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Ahhh Vorcek, you are making me proud."
"Your pride will get me nowhere."
Vorcek ignited and plunged the blade into his masters chest, before he could even bat an eyelash.
"But... your death... now that may help me... you are weak, and the weak die.... goodbye master."
Vorcek bent over and took his masters saber, from this point on he would master the art of Niman. He would form his hatrid and lust for power into deadly tools. He would go on to learn the various force techniques also.
force powers:
force push/pull
force crush
force lightning
force run/jump
Lightsaber: Dual(two normal length blades) .
Color: Red and Red
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
----------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 [8] 9 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 [4] 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Allignment
-------------------------
5 [4] 3 2 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
