Post by The Darkness on Jul 27, 2007 23:44:41 GMT -5
Name: Marcus Nilsen
Race: Human/Echani
Age: 32
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 179 pounds
Appearance:
Appearance
Marcus has a tanned body and a muscular frame. He wears a black laced-up loose cotton shirt and a brown leather vambrace for each arm, with wool strapping below it as to avoid sweating. Also beige leather pants and a pair of heavy brown leather boots of straps that reach to his knees.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Sith Marauder
Bio:
A boy born from a bounty hunter (Armen Nilsen) and a female jedi who had left the Order because of heavy differences in philosophy (Shashi Savarna). While the man was searching for his target, a Twi'lek smuggler who had stole from the Sith Empire. Apparently, said smuggler was also being chased by the jedi, as her own bounty. The amount of reward was high enough for the two to, in the end share their gainings by half.
After confronting the smuggler and reclaiming the bounty, they became a couple and married. After nine months, Marcus was born, gaining the black hair of his father, and the silver eyes of his mother.
The boy was taught how to fight since he was only six years old, being trained in the various fighting styles of the echani by his mother, and the art of shooting, slicing and many other by his father.
It didn't took long until he was taking his first bounty, at the age of twelve, though his father was the one who claimed the bounty since he didn't had the license. He took it as training, and went on the same way for many years.
He had amassed a large fortune, due to the combination of training in force powers that his mother gave him, the combat arts taught by both of his parents and his manners of acting, which were lessons taught by life. When he was twenty years old, he had taken a bounty from an aristocrat of the Sith Empire, to collect a stolen object from a twi'lek smuggler and possibly kill the smuggler too.
This twi'lek had his hideout in the forests of Ruusan, and it took Marcus a fair time to get there. Though, Marcus managed to find the smuggler fairly quickly. Fighting began, the twi'lek had attacked Marcus like a madman, but he managed to kill the smuggler after a fierce battle without weapons.
He obtained the object, the holocron of a Sith Lord called Darth Calcas, a sith lord much before Darth Revan. The power of the dark side consumed Marcus, though his force of will avoided his complete fall to the dark side of the force.
Darth Calcas's spirit and mind taught him in the ways of the sith, and Marcus did not hesitate to feed himself with every bit of the ancient knowledge. Though, this holocron had enough of a personality of its own, giving a fair teaching to Marcus.
What he turned out being more prominent in was lightsaber combat, he had made his own pair of lightsabers, resembling how his mother fought, the few times she showed him. He had trained himself in that style, shown only a few tips that the Sith had known about the Jar'kai style. During years he fought using the two blades, almost forgetting how to use any ranged weapon.
The life of a bounty hunter was not good enough for him now, as the taint of the dark side brought lust for power on him. And the only way of Marcus obtaining any power, was through joining those in the high powers of the galaxy.
For this, he joined the Sith Empire. The Empire had already forgotten about his stealing of the holocron, and received him as one of the most fierce warriors of the sith. For years he went, doing what he was ordered, assassinations, threats, torture, war. Being a fierce warrior, who killed without hesitation, enjoying the death of his enemies and feeding on rage when his allies died.
To this day, he had continued acting as the merciless killer of the Sith Empire, who kills for power, glory bloodlust.
Lightsaber: Dual. Both normal blades.
Color: Red
Hilt: Ensiferum, the lightsaber created by himself.
Physical Strength
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Speed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
-------------------------
5 4 3 [2] 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Sample RP:
"You're strong, jedi... I will be sad when i kill you... I would have like to keep on sparring against you, if you accepted the strenght i get from the dark side..." Marcus taunted his opponent, the last man standing of a group of three.
"The dark side leads to the destruction of the self and the force... And i am a guardian of it, of the well being of the force and the galaxy" the jedi replied, twisting his lightsaber in front of him, staring at the one who had killed his padawan.
Marcus smiled, the man would die for his cause, and the marauder would not try to convince him any longer. He was only using one of his lightsabers, as he wanted to beat his opponents in the same way they fought, unless he was losing and this was not the case.
The jedi swung his weapon to attack Marcus's right, he blocked and the blades locked, Marcus having the driving movement. In the end, Marcus disengaged the blades with a kick straight into the gut of the jedi, which sent him backwards a few steps and gasping for air. It was enough time for Marcus to do a downward slash toward the jedi and kill him, but he recovered more quickly than what the marauder had expected and blocked the attack.
They had been fighting for a while now, before Marcus tried to convince him to join the dark side of the force. Their lightsabers clashed for a while more, and Marcus was getting tired. Lucky him that the jedi had taunted him, which offended the tired marauder.
"Your powers cannot surpass mine, sith... You're powerless against the light side... You're powerless!".
Good choice of words, the perfect catalyst for the sith's anger. His ego was so much, that even the slightest mention of him not being able to defeat someone, got him into the state of Force Rage.
He pulled out and ignited his other lightsaber, and he began to think about how this man had insulted him, and the shame that he would be to the sith if he lost to this jedi. His vision turned red and his breathing got heavier.
Marcus unleashed one attack after the other, slashing wildly against the jedi, each attack was quick and strong, just like it should be. The jedi managed to block the attack for a while, though the flurry of blows was too much for him, and his guard could not handle so much pressure.
The marauder's blades stopped in the man's chest, after he had stabbed the jedi in the heart and lungs. He went to kick the man, the enhancement in strenght of the rage making the kick a strong hit that flew the man around three meters away from the sith.
The final gasps of the warrior of the light side woke him, or more likely the now silent room, as two bodies were left without souls, who had went to be one with the Force.
The sith calmed himself down, turning off his lightsabers and resting on the steel floor with his back to a wall. The jedi had just tried to infiltrate a base of the Sith Military, and Marcus was the one who killed the two of them.
The soldiers quickly arrived in the place, now secure to congratulate and help the warrior. He was helped up, and carried over to his quarters, meditating, as if nothing had happened. He had just finished a mission, of guarding the place, if any sort of investigation on the subject was to be done, he would not be there to help. He preferred to meditate, teach the soldiers how to fight unarmed or with melee weapons, than doing any of the work that required too much 'analyzis', though this one didn't need any.
Race: Human/Echani
Age: 32
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 179 pounds
Appearance:
Appearance
Marcus has a tanned body and a muscular frame. He wears a black laced-up loose cotton shirt and a brown leather vambrace for each arm, with wool strapping below it as to avoid sweating. Also beige leather pants and a pair of heavy brown leather boots of straps that reach to his knees.
Birth place: Tatooine
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Sith Marauder
Bio:
A boy born from a bounty hunter (Armen Nilsen) and a female jedi who had left the Order because of heavy differences in philosophy (Shashi Savarna). While the man was searching for his target, a Twi'lek smuggler who had stole from the Sith Empire. Apparently, said smuggler was also being chased by the jedi, as her own bounty. The amount of reward was high enough for the two to, in the end share their gainings by half.
After confronting the smuggler and reclaiming the bounty, they became a couple and married. After nine months, Marcus was born, gaining the black hair of his father, and the silver eyes of his mother.
The boy was taught how to fight since he was only six years old, being trained in the various fighting styles of the echani by his mother, and the art of shooting, slicing and many other by his father.
It didn't took long until he was taking his first bounty, at the age of twelve, though his father was the one who claimed the bounty since he didn't had the license. He took it as training, and went on the same way for many years.
He had amassed a large fortune, due to the combination of training in force powers that his mother gave him, the combat arts taught by both of his parents and his manners of acting, which were lessons taught by life. When he was twenty years old, he had taken a bounty from an aristocrat of the Sith Empire, to collect a stolen object from a twi'lek smuggler and possibly kill the smuggler too.
This twi'lek had his hideout in the forests of Ruusan, and it took Marcus a fair time to get there. Though, Marcus managed to find the smuggler fairly quickly. Fighting began, the twi'lek had attacked Marcus like a madman, but he managed to kill the smuggler after a fierce battle without weapons.
He obtained the object, the holocron of a Sith Lord called Darth Calcas, a sith lord much before Darth Revan. The power of the dark side consumed Marcus, though his force of will avoided his complete fall to the dark side of the force.
Darth Calcas's spirit and mind taught him in the ways of the sith, and Marcus did not hesitate to feed himself with every bit of the ancient knowledge. Though, this holocron had enough of a personality of its own, giving a fair teaching to Marcus.
What he turned out being more prominent in was lightsaber combat, he had made his own pair of lightsabers, resembling how his mother fought, the few times she showed him. He had trained himself in that style, shown only a few tips that the Sith had known about the Jar'kai style. During years he fought using the two blades, almost forgetting how to use any ranged weapon.
The life of a bounty hunter was not good enough for him now, as the taint of the dark side brought lust for power on him. And the only way of Marcus obtaining any power, was through joining those in the high powers of the galaxy.
For this, he joined the Sith Empire. The Empire had already forgotten about his stealing of the holocron, and received him as one of the most fierce warriors of the sith. For years he went, doing what he was ordered, assassinations, threats, torture, war. Being a fierce warrior, who killed without hesitation, enjoying the death of his enemies and feeding on rage when his allies died.
To this day, he had continued acting as the merciless killer of the Sith Empire, who kills for power, glory bloodlust.
Lightsaber: Dual. Both normal blades.
Color: Red
Hilt: Ensiferum, the lightsaber created by himself.
Physical Strength
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 [7] 8 9 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 [6] 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 [5] 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil <-----> Good
-------------------------
5 4 3 [2] 1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Sample RP:
"You're strong, jedi... I will be sad when i kill you... I would have like to keep on sparring against you, if you accepted the strenght i get from the dark side..." Marcus taunted his opponent, the last man standing of a group of three.
"The dark side leads to the destruction of the self and the force... And i am a guardian of it, of the well being of the force and the galaxy" the jedi replied, twisting his lightsaber in front of him, staring at the one who had killed his padawan.
Marcus smiled, the man would die for his cause, and the marauder would not try to convince him any longer. He was only using one of his lightsabers, as he wanted to beat his opponents in the same way they fought, unless he was losing and this was not the case.
The jedi swung his weapon to attack Marcus's right, he blocked and the blades locked, Marcus having the driving movement. In the end, Marcus disengaged the blades with a kick straight into the gut of the jedi, which sent him backwards a few steps and gasping for air. It was enough time for Marcus to do a downward slash toward the jedi and kill him, but he recovered more quickly than what the marauder had expected and blocked the attack.
They had been fighting for a while now, before Marcus tried to convince him to join the dark side of the force. Their lightsabers clashed for a while more, and Marcus was getting tired. Lucky him that the jedi had taunted him, which offended the tired marauder.
"Your powers cannot surpass mine, sith... You're powerless against the light side... You're powerless!".
Good choice of words, the perfect catalyst for the sith's anger. His ego was so much, that even the slightest mention of him not being able to defeat someone, got him into the state of Force Rage.
He pulled out and ignited his other lightsaber, and he began to think about how this man had insulted him, and the shame that he would be to the sith if he lost to this jedi. His vision turned red and his breathing got heavier.
Marcus unleashed one attack after the other, slashing wildly against the jedi, each attack was quick and strong, just like it should be. The jedi managed to block the attack for a while, though the flurry of blows was too much for him, and his guard could not handle so much pressure.
The marauder's blades stopped in the man's chest, after he had stabbed the jedi in the heart and lungs. He went to kick the man, the enhancement in strenght of the rage making the kick a strong hit that flew the man around three meters away from the sith.
The final gasps of the warrior of the light side woke him, or more likely the now silent room, as two bodies were left without souls, who had went to be one with the Force.
The sith calmed himself down, turning off his lightsabers and resting on the steel floor with his back to a wall. The jedi had just tried to infiltrate a base of the Sith Military, and Marcus was the one who killed the two of them.
The soldiers quickly arrived in the place, now secure to congratulate and help the warrior. He was helped up, and carried over to his quarters, meditating, as if nothing had happened. He had just finished a mission, of guarding the place, if any sort of investigation on the subject was to be done, he would not be there to help. He preferred to meditate, teach the soldiers how to fight unarmed or with melee weapons, than doing any of the work that required too much 'analyzis', though this one didn't need any.
