Post by Sorant on May 14, 2008 16:09:05 GMT -5
Dark Jedi
Name: Sorant Blackfeather aka Twilight Swordsman
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 147lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Space
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Rogue (Not sure if real rank...)
Personality: Most of the time he is a listener that rarely speaks and other times he is the one to do most of the talking. Going into fights he can get cocky pretty quickly since he has yet to find someone at his level, so this cockiness can be taken advantage of. When he fights he fights as hard as he can and doesn't leave room for mercy, he'll fight to injure, maim, or kill. Mostly kill. But if one were to get past all these things they would find a great companion and loyal friend.
Likes: Fights, exercising, flying, beautiful women, birds, learning how to become a better fighter.
Dislikes: Weakness, laziness, slow acting people, fools, idiots, and anyone who doesn't like him.
Bio:
Sorant Blackfeather was born in the most wonderful place anyone one would wish to be born. Space. His pregnant mother was traveling to meet their father when the unexpected happen. Since the nearest medical facility was two days away she had no choice but to have him then and there. Luckily she was with her family when it happened. The delivery passed after three long hours and the newest Blackfeather was born.
His mother Luna Blackfeather was a kind and friendly Gypsies trader as were all the Blackfeathers. His father, unknown to him, was a Ship builder that died in an awful accident.
Up until his seventh birthday Sorant was content and happy as a little one could be. The morning he woke up on his birthday he slowly crept out of his room. Outside he heard voices urgently whispering. Thinking this was a secret for his presents he tip-toed towards the voices. But as he was just near enough to hear the voices stopped. Peaking around the corner he saw a cloaked person standing with his mother, grandmother, and grandfather. Quickly the person left and his family went onto their morning ritual.
That night his family held a great party, but even with all the happy faces Sorant felt not so much as knew something was wrong. Behind the happy smiles and pats on the back he felt the sadness that all of his family felt towards him. That night his mother kissed him and held him tight. After tucking him in and telling him a story about the great fighters of old, she turned off the lights and whispered into his ear as she placed a small pyramidal glowing necklace “Good-bye my son." Being that young Sorant didn't think twice about it.
The next morning Sorant woke up as usual, wearing his new necklace and went to the kitchen to find a horrible sight for such a young boy. Before him lay his entire family dead along with two others he didn't know. He ran to his mother's body and wept over her. Within himself he felt pain, misery, and most of all anger. Anger at the ones who killed his mother. Suddenly a hand grabbed him, not caring what would happen he spun and swung at the person. Even though he wasn't strong enough to hurt them the person still flew back as if he had been hit with a blaster shot. Before the intruder could recover Sorant jumped on him. His little fists pounding away and each time bringing an invisible force with them. He kept at it until he grew too tired to even lift his arms. Groggily he stood only to slump down onto the floor.
When he awoke later that day he gathered up his family as well as he could to perform the death sending ritual that his beliefs commanded him to do. After he said the "Blessing of the Souls" he used a blaster from one of the bandits to start a fire to send their spirits on.
Sorant then cradled his latest birthday present in his hands as he wished that this had not happened. Suddenly the pyramid sparked to life. Out of it came a small figure clad in armor. "Contained within this holocron is the knowledge to achieve great power. This is all of the knowledge of the past sith Darth Revan."
10 years later.......
Sorant has trained and trained to perfect his Sith skills. He has gained much from Revan's holocron. From making a person do his bidding to using a thought bomb. (although he hasn't actually done one yet, only in practice.) On his travels he learned of a special crypt said to have the body of a powerful Sith Lord, and his holocron. Seeing this as a prime opportunity to gain even more knowledge in the Darkside Sorant sought this crypt out. Upon entering he was immediately attacked by Orbalisks. One landed on his back and the other landed on his chest. First he ran out of the crypt then tried to get them off. Seeing that they could not be removed, even with a Lightsaber, Sorant tried to research these creatures. Reviewing his holocron he learned that they were orbalisks and were now linked to him forever. He also learned that they could withstand many attacks, even lightsabers.
As he grew within the darkside he started to seek out other Siths like himself but found none. He has run into a few Jedi but has yet to actually confront one. His searching is still proving fruitless and the knowledge in his holocron has run out. Now he wonders what his path will be. He is constantly conflicted with his emotions. Not truly wanting to be evil but still not wanting to be good. These feeling have allowed him to think up a name for himself. The Twilight Swordsman. But if someone would come along a help him he would undoubtly follow that path.
Equipment: [/u]
Lightsaber: Dual (two singles)
Color: A Blood Red with a silver hilts. The hilts has black feather-like designs on them.
Style:Sorant fights with the Form IV
BlasTech DH-17: The BlasTech DH-17 lives up to its reputation for piercing blaster armour, being effective against infantry, but useless against heavy ship like armour such as tanks and dropships.
An eight ounce vial of tasteless, colorless, odorless poisen. It is a slow acting so that those with the ability to "force" it out won't be able to detect it until it is too late. The total time it takes is 3 days. If caught before 1 and a half days have one by it can be cure with Hutt Slime or using a cleansing force power.
Orbalisk Antidote: A large canteen full. This keeps the orbalisk poisen from killing him.
Black Orbalisk armour:it is a material made from a parasitic monster that protects him from beam and Lightsaber attacks. The downside is that they are constantly growing so he must always wear a special contraption to keep himself from being killed by them. His arms, legs, and head are vunerable. (When an orbalisk attatches itself to a host, it can be removed by killing the orbalisk. If the orbalisk is not removed, it multiplies dayly, but in his case weekly, If the host does not protect her face, she may be subject to the effects of blindness, deafness, and even suffocation, as the orbalisks completely engulf their host. Once a host has formed a stable relationship with the symbiotes an additonal benefit comes into play. The intermingling venom and darkside energy create a biochemical reaction that simulates the effects of adrenaline.) The orbalisks only release poisen when they die and if enough of them were killed they could quickly kill Sorant. It is unknown how to kill these creatures although he suspects electricity is involved....
Skim-Board: A cheap piece of anti-grav wear that allows it to float. When used with the force even the least knowledgable person could make this into a very competent vehicle. It folds up and allows Sorant to carry it concealed beneath the red cloth on his back.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Sense (Youngling and up)
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1 2 3 4 5
Telekinesis (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 5
Force Leap (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 5
Force Speed (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Healing (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Farsight (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Beast Language (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Affect Mind/Mind Trick (Knight and up)
-------
2
Force Camoflage (Knight and up)
-------
2
Other force abilities available:
Thought Bomb
-------
1 2 3 4 5
>>Battle Meditation
-------
1
>>Battlemind
-------
2
Force Lightning (Consular, Guardian, and Sentinel and up)
----
1
Attributes: (Be reasonable)
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
Force atunement (Have you been following the light path or the dark path?)
-------------------------
-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Note: Any character Knight and above must have a Sample RP Post involving that character's personality, powers, and overall RPing style.
Name: Sorant Blackfeather aka Twilight Swordsman
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5' 9''
Weight: 147lbs
Appearance:
Birth place: Space
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Rogue (Not sure if real rank...)
Personality: Most of the time he is a listener that rarely speaks and other times he is the one to do most of the talking. Going into fights he can get cocky pretty quickly since he has yet to find someone at his level, so this cockiness can be taken advantage of. When he fights he fights as hard as he can and doesn't leave room for mercy, he'll fight to injure, maim, or kill. Mostly kill. But if one were to get past all these things they would find a great companion and loyal friend.
Likes: Fights, exercising, flying, beautiful women, birds, learning how to become a better fighter.
Dislikes: Weakness, laziness, slow acting people, fools, idiots, and anyone who doesn't like him.
Bio:
Sorant Blackfeather was born in the most wonderful place anyone one would wish to be born. Space. His pregnant mother was traveling to meet their father when the unexpected happen. Since the nearest medical facility was two days away she had no choice but to have him then and there. Luckily she was with her family when it happened. The delivery passed after three long hours and the newest Blackfeather was born.
His mother Luna Blackfeather was a kind and friendly Gypsies trader as were all the Blackfeathers. His father, unknown to him, was a Ship builder that died in an awful accident.
Up until his seventh birthday Sorant was content and happy as a little one could be. The morning he woke up on his birthday he slowly crept out of his room. Outside he heard voices urgently whispering. Thinking this was a secret for his presents he tip-toed towards the voices. But as he was just near enough to hear the voices stopped. Peaking around the corner he saw a cloaked person standing with his mother, grandmother, and grandfather. Quickly the person left and his family went onto their morning ritual.
That night his family held a great party, but even with all the happy faces Sorant felt not so much as knew something was wrong. Behind the happy smiles and pats on the back he felt the sadness that all of his family felt towards him. That night his mother kissed him and held him tight. After tucking him in and telling him a story about the great fighters of old, she turned off the lights and whispered into his ear as she placed a small pyramidal glowing necklace “Good-bye my son." Being that young Sorant didn't think twice about it.
The next morning Sorant woke up as usual, wearing his new necklace and went to the kitchen to find a horrible sight for such a young boy. Before him lay his entire family dead along with two others he didn't know. He ran to his mother's body and wept over her. Within himself he felt pain, misery, and most of all anger. Anger at the ones who killed his mother. Suddenly a hand grabbed him, not caring what would happen he spun and swung at the person. Even though he wasn't strong enough to hurt them the person still flew back as if he had been hit with a blaster shot. Before the intruder could recover Sorant jumped on him. His little fists pounding away and each time bringing an invisible force with them. He kept at it until he grew too tired to even lift his arms. Groggily he stood only to slump down onto the floor.
When he awoke later that day he gathered up his family as well as he could to perform the death sending ritual that his beliefs commanded him to do. After he said the "Blessing of the Souls" he used a blaster from one of the bandits to start a fire to send their spirits on.
Sorant then cradled his latest birthday present in his hands as he wished that this had not happened. Suddenly the pyramid sparked to life. Out of it came a small figure clad in armor. "Contained within this holocron is the knowledge to achieve great power. This is all of the knowledge of the past sith Darth Revan."
10 years later.......
Sorant has trained and trained to perfect his Sith skills. He has gained much from Revan's holocron. From making a person do his bidding to using a thought bomb. (although he hasn't actually done one yet, only in practice.) On his travels he learned of a special crypt said to have the body of a powerful Sith Lord, and his holocron. Seeing this as a prime opportunity to gain even more knowledge in the Darkside Sorant sought this crypt out. Upon entering he was immediately attacked by Orbalisks. One landed on his back and the other landed on his chest. First he ran out of the crypt then tried to get them off. Seeing that they could not be removed, even with a Lightsaber, Sorant tried to research these creatures. Reviewing his holocron he learned that they were orbalisks and were now linked to him forever. He also learned that they could withstand many attacks, even lightsabers.
As he grew within the darkside he started to seek out other Siths like himself but found none. He has run into a few Jedi but has yet to actually confront one. His searching is still proving fruitless and the knowledge in his holocron has run out. Now he wonders what his path will be. He is constantly conflicted with his emotions. Not truly wanting to be evil but still not wanting to be good. These feeling have allowed him to think up a name for himself. The Twilight Swordsman. But if someone would come along a help him he would undoubtly follow that path.
Equipment: [/u]
Lightsaber: Dual (two singles)
Color: A Blood Red with a silver hilts. The hilts has black feather-like designs on them.
Style:Sorant fights with the Form IV
BlasTech DH-17: The BlasTech DH-17 lives up to its reputation for piercing blaster armour, being effective against infantry, but useless against heavy ship like armour such as tanks and dropships.
An eight ounce vial of tasteless, colorless, odorless poisen. It is a slow acting so that those with the ability to "force" it out won't be able to detect it until it is too late. The total time it takes is 3 days. If caught before 1 and a half days have one by it can be cure with Hutt Slime or using a cleansing force power.
Orbalisk Antidote: A large canteen full. This keeps the orbalisk poisen from killing him.
Black Orbalisk armour:it is a material made from a parasitic monster that protects him from beam and Lightsaber attacks. The downside is that they are constantly growing so he must always wear a special contraption to keep himself from being killed by them. His arms, legs, and head are vunerable. (When an orbalisk attatches itself to a host, it can be removed by killing the orbalisk. If the orbalisk is not removed, it multiplies dayly, but in his case weekly, If the host does not protect her face, she may be subject to the effects of blindness, deafness, and even suffocation, as the orbalisks completely engulf their host. Once a host has formed a stable relationship with the symbiotes an additonal benefit comes into play. The intermingling venom and darkside energy create a biochemical reaction that simulates the effects of adrenaline.) The orbalisks only release poisen when they die and if enough of them were killed they could quickly kill Sorant. It is unknown how to kill these creatures although he suspects electricity is involved....
Skim-Board: A cheap piece of anti-grav wear that allows it to float. When used with the force even the least knowledgable person could make this into a very competent vehicle. It folds up and allows Sorant to carry it concealed beneath the red cloth on his back.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Sense (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 5
Telekinesis (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 5
Force Leap (Youngling and up)
-----------
1 2 3 4 5
Force Speed (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Healing (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Farsight (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Beast Language (Padawan and up)
---------
1 2 3 4
Affect Mind/Mind Trick (Knight and up)
-------
2
Force Camoflage (Knight and up)
-------
2
Other force abilities available:
Thought Bomb
-------
1 2 3 4 5
>>Battle Meditation
-------
1
>>Battlemind
-------
2
Force Lightning (Consular, Guardian, and Sentinel and up)
----
1
Attributes: (Be reasonable)
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
Force atunement (Have you been following the light path or the dark path?)
-------------------------
-5 -4 -3 -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Note: Any character Knight and above must have a Sample RP Post involving that character's personality, powers, and overall RPing style.
