Post by Raven BlackStar on Aug 24, 2008 13:47:33 GMT -5
Name:Raven BlackStar
Race: Echani(unusual black hair and dark purple eyes.)
Age: 45(Looks around 19 or 20 due to the force. Because he controls his emotions better than most dark side users, HE controls the dark side, instead of the dark side controling him. Despite alot of dark jedi saying they control the dark side, they let their more passionate emotions run rampant. Thus, the dark side ravages them. But because he controls his emotions, and thus the dark side, the physical corruption is reversed, and so his body remains that of a 19 or 20 year old.)
Height:6'2"
Weight:160 or so.
Quotes: "Silence"(With a kind of backhanded lightsaber 'whip' move.) "Pointless."(At the start of a battle.) "Leave at once."(To an intruder.) "It's to late, this is your end."(When finishing an opponent, or to taunt an opponent.) "Not a bad time for a hunt."(He was going to go beast hunting on Dxun.)
Appearance: Somewhat long, inky-black hair goes about an inch or so past his ears, nearly to his shoulders, except for a longer part in back which has purposely been left long so that he could tie it back in an elegant, downward-facing ponytail. Dark Purple eyes peered out from under these dark locks, calm, cold, and ever-calculating. His skin was lightly tanned from training in the sun, and his teeth are white with pointed canines, another sign of the way the Dark Side uniquely transformed his body.
He wears a cloth-and-leather underarmor that is connected over his legs, arms, and chest, made of belted-on rancor leather straps over skintight shell spider silk. The only deviation from this style is on his hands, where there are gloves in a similar style. The fingers of said gloves stop just after the second knuckle. The armor has a collar that goes about an inch or so up his neck.
His clothing that covers the armor are baggy pants that mostly cover black, belted rancor leather boots, and a shirt that has special sleeves that go just SLIGHTLY past his elbows, so they dont get singed by his backhanded lightsaber style. The sleeves are slightly baggy, but not huge, and the shirt's collar is high and somewhat noble-looking, and has robey parts coming down through his belt, also rancor leather, which has two beltlike extensions down over his hips. His lightsaber is on the back right corner of his belt. Various belted straps go across his abdomen and chest to keep the shirt in place and looking badass.
Birth place: Dathomir.
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master(Formerly an Assassin.)
- You must arrange a master to be an acolyte. Either start RP as a youngling and acquire one through roleplay, or prearrange one during character creation.
- Specializations are granted based on the skills a Dark Jedi trains in.
- A Sith Lord must have had at least one Acolyte.
Bio: (In Progress.) The history of this boy started when a young Echani female miscalculated a hyperspace jump and ended up alarmingly close to Dathomir. The sudden pull of the planet's gravity forced the Echani woman and her crew to land the ship, unharmed except for a damaged but repairable flight stabalizer(so the ship doesn't spin all over the place.) and so the woman, whose name was Allana, started working on the stabalizer along with her crew, thinking everything would be fine. However, Dathomir is a rather hostile planet, and nothing was really 'peaceful' for very long. A group of natives, while the crew was sleeping(at night.) Charged in through the open entrance hatch and stormed the relatively small freighter, taking everyone prisoner and stealing all the various supplies. After taking the prisoners and supplies to camp of the Dreaming River clan, They released the women from their bonds, not letting them escape, and left the men in bonds. The women, including Allana(the Echani.) Were challenged to unarmed combat. Only one of the women from the freighter won her fight, and that was the Echani who, using her Echani martial arts, was able to best the Dathomiran Opponent. Because she was victorius, she was to take one of the loser's male slaves. Although she did not want to, she was forced to choose a slave, and so she took the handsomest one, a tall, dark-haired fellow, who was highly force sensitive, but due to being a slave, never even knew he was.
The crew were not allowed to leave, and the men were used to whatever ends they were, and after some months, the male slave she had won in the fight had touched her heart with kindness despite being a slave, and she had touched the slave's heart with her nobility that no Dathomiri woman had. Eventually, they had a child, who was Male, and was very sensitive to the force. The slave and Allana could both feel this, the male more so due to his force sensitivity, and they both knew that, despite whatever potential he had, he would simply be enslaved. So, in the dead of night when most of the other clan-members were sleeping, they left to the ship, freeing some of the tied-up crew members from various houses(by now the dathomiri trusted them.) And went back to the ship, which was now slightly taken over by plantlife.
After tugging vines away from the entrance hatch, they entered the ship(it was repaired before the dathomiri took them prisoner, they were sleeping.)and closed the hatch. The male slave simply sat on one of the bunks in the sleeping quarters while the pilots, and Allana, started up the ship, and lifted up off the ground, snapping off vines in the process, and took off to the skies.
After leaving the planet's mass shadow area, they set preprogrammed coordinates to Telos and went to lightspeed. After landing on a pad meant for anyone to use, so they wouldn't be bothered, they went to find a cheap place to stay where they could hide and care for their child...
But, all was, as before, not well. No Dark Jedi can resist the call of a force sensitive such as this one. The child was actually sending off pulses. Weak pulses, but pulses nonetheless. As he grew older, the pulses grew stronger, as if with each passing year, the child wanted even more to find where it truly belonged, which aparently was not with it's parents. At age two, a Dark Jedi came to call at their door, first asking to enter. After being refused legal entry, the Dark Jedi decided to use his lightsaber, and simply sliced down the door, entered, and, ignoring the parents, swiped the baby from the crib. The child did not Cry, but simply looked up at the eyes hidden in the shadow of a black hood. Allana and the slave protested loudly, but dared not risk a blaster for fear of hitting the child. The Dark Jedi simply smiled and, with the air of someone squashing an insignificant, yet bothersome fly, slew the parents. At this dark act, the child's aura of the force pulsed once more, then stopped pulsing altogether. The child had been found by something that would make it strong...
The Dark Jedi took the child to his ship, which then was flown at lightspeed to Korriban, where the Dark Jedi raised the child, whose body changed in an unusual fashion due to the influence of the dark energies. His hair and eyes perminently changed from White and Silver to Inky/Pitch-Black and Dark Purple respectively, the light of Korriban's sun tanning his skin. For this reason(the changing) he named the child Raven(for the darkness of his eyes and hair) BlackStar(for the change from white and silver to Darker colours.) Night and day they trained or meditated, Learning Calm, Patience, Echani Martial Arts, Lightsaber Combat, and The Force, only pausing for food or sleep. Even exploring the ruins was training of some sort. Soon after making his Lightsaber, his Dark Jedi master, who was actually quite old, died of a clot in his brain. After his master passed away, he took his money(which he had claim to.) And left in the ship, which he learned to pilot and was no more than a small freighter, and set a preprogrammed course to Coruscant, to seek clothing(he did get better clothes, but it's just basic black shirt, pants, boots and a belt.) and a better ship.(At the time he is 16.)
After he reached Coruscant, he used his exceptional abilities over the minds of others in order to get a Dynamic-Class freighter, along with special modifications(better hyperdrive, better weapons, better armor, better interior, etc.) And then used similar powers to get a large amount of credits from a bank machine. He then got a crew(Two gunners, two pilots, and a mechanic.), sold the old freighter after moving all supplies from it to the Dynamic-class freighter, which he named the Raven's Wing, and set off towards Dxun to train and hopefully gain some sort of knowledge.
After landing on Dxun, he left set up a temporary camp with his crew, and emediatly afterwards went into the forest, his master's lightsaber in hand, and was almost emediatly attacked by cannocks and other such creatures. They were easy for him, at first, but after hours of switching between lightsaber styles and constantly fighting off various monsters, he got quite tired. He still did not stop, however, until it had reached around noon, afterwhich he fought his way back to the camp, ate a lunch of cannock soup.(Thanks to meat he brought back.) and went back out to train until around dinner, exhausted both physicaly and from lack of force energy. After eating dinner, he did some pre-sleep meditation, and then went into real sleep. This went on for about a week, and then they packed up camp and left the forest moon, heading towards Kashyyyk, the home of the Wookiees.
After landing, he left the crew in at the ship and, promising to bring back lots of food, jumped through the trees, aided by the force, towards the Upper Shadowlands, at which he found himself faced by creatures worse than those on Dxun. However, he did not back down. He fought off the various monsters while exploring the shadowlands, learning as he went. At one point, when his arms grew heavy from cleaving large creatures, he put away his lightsaber and resorted to hurling heavy objects at the monsters. After many hours, the creatures left him alone, and he sliced meat from some of his fresher kills and leapt back up the branches(which took more effort due to his large load of Meats.) And got back to the ship, where he was greeted by an exstatic crew, who where so due to the large amount of food he had brought with him.
This kind of thing went on, fairly uneventfully, for about three years, until he reached the age of 19. By now, he was covered in lean muscle, tanned, and had various scars(Temporary though they were.) over his body, mostly away from his face. He had gone through new wardrobes many times, due to the claws and teeth of wild beasts. He had traveled to many planets, often the same planet many times, frequently stopping at Korriban to browse the Sith Archives for information. He did, however, cease to go through the archives once he had read everything. As he continued to age, he noticed that, although his body continued to 'grow'(healing, scars dissapearing, etc.) it grew no 'older'. His body remained the age of a young man, 19 or 20, even though, by this time, he was around 25, when a normal man would be beginning to leave his prime. Even bad scars were dissapearing. He strongly suspected this had to do with his calm control of his emotions, and thus, the dark side, not letting it mutilate his body with his touch.
Along the way, he frequently practiced Battle Meditation on small creatures and insects, influencing who would win in combat or mating rituals and the like. Another thing he did was use Drain Knowledge to take knowledge and experience from other skilled sentients, filtering out emotions and such and only keeping the knowledge and experience that he wanted or needed. Also, because of his Drain Knowledge ability, he learned Torture By Chagrin. By meditating instead of sleeping for six months a year, starting at age 20, he learned how to narrow his focus, and thus shrink his presence in the force to microscopic size.
At age 44 he traveled to Cato Nemoida, and upon arriving, met for the second time, Ramyse, who was with a sickly-looking man and some other person.(In progress this bit.)
He continued to age, eventually reaching 45, his body itself still 'young', and once more his current crew was being dismissed. After getting fresh modifications,(upgrading everything again. He did this every 5 or ten years.) he also got a fresh young crew of two very good pilots(Arya and Nara, twin sisters, the only different being their eyes. One had bright green, the other bright blue.),two gunners(Anthony and Jacen.) and a Mechanic(Sora, Nara and Arya's older sister. Dark brown eyes.) He fully stocked up with food and supplies, and emediatly afterwards, set off towards Korriban, landing in the valley of tombs near the Academy, and made a semi-perminent camp there. Now, he still stays there, meditating and training as he used to with his master, constantly learning... And he is still there.
Lightsaber: Black metal, smooth and elegant, dual-phase.
Colour: Dark Purple.
- If dual Wielding, specify the types of blades
- Only those of Dark jedi rank or higher may have more then one single blade saber, or have access to unorthodox forms
- To dual wield lightsabers special training in the Jar’kai philosophy would be needed, a sub-form of the classic Niman form VI.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
ranking 1-5, 5 being mastery. Mark a skill with N/A if you’re character has no experience in it
Shii-Cho 5 (Not likely to use.)
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 5
Shien / Djem So 5
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or dual Wield N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded 5
Juyo / Vaapad 5
Double-Bladed Combat N/A
Note: His most used stance is the Shien Backhand stance.
- All dark jedi practice Shii-Cho, as it is known as the basis of all Lightsaber combat
-No dark jedi below the specialized ranks may achieve mastery of any form, save for Shii-Cho.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: (In Progress.)
Please see This Page on force abilities, and applying them to your character.
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being absolute understanding, 1 being a basic grasp of the concepts. Please be reasonable when deciding your skill ranks, as no jedi is great at every skill set. Light side jedi can not have a Destruction skill higher then 5, and Dark side jedi can’t have a healing skill over 5.
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 6
Sense: 8
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills: Please use the link above to see what these are. You are not required to assign specialized force powers.
Drain Knowledge
Force Resuscitation
Battle Meditation
Art Of The Small
Force Repulse
Force Crush
Attributes:
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being near godlike.
Please be realistic when selecting stats, as no one person is good at everything. Keep your characters interesting and real by giving them weaknesses.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -7
From -10 being absolute evil, the bane of existence, 0 being neutral / grey and +10 being a beacon of light and purity. Massive roleplaying to keep in character must be done for -9 or lower and +9 or higher.
RP Sample:(I shall post this as if it's the first post in a new RP Thread.) A shadow moved across the barren stone of the planet Korriban. The shadow of a man, or what was once a man, now a being of the Dark Side of the Force. Black leather boots crunched up the barrel ground as the shadow moved away from his ship and the semi-perminent camp that recided near it, heading towards the abandoned, ruin of an academy that sat nestled in a canyon wall. Ignoring the crunch of both dirt and bone beneath his feet as he went, the shadow entered the the darkness in between the canyon walls, the blowing of his black cloak lessening as the wind no longer touched it, blocked as it was by the walls of the canyon. As the shadow neared the main doors to the academy, he noticed that the door showed signs of being forced open. Or, rather, blown out of it's frame. The shadow, momentarily suprised, raised his right eyebrow for about a second, and then let it drop back down. He sighed and, placing his right hand near his lightsaber underneath the darkness of the cloak, he entered the now-gaping hole that was the door.
Upon entering, he found it to be even more dismal than it was last time he had come to Korriban, no more than a few months ago. Either someone had broken into the academy, or there was some sort of beast here... Either way, they would pay dearly for desecrating this place. This academy had been his home when his master had still been alive, and even then it had been rather sad-looking. But it had still been home. And now, the inside of the academy was not simply time-worn... It was destroyed... Carefully cut symbols in the stone walls, that were mostly intact just a few months ago, were now burnt and destroyed.
Training posts for hand to hand and blade practice, gone, leaving nothing but dust and stone. But that was nothing near the worst, oh no. In the corner, where books and datapads on combat had previously been stored, there was nothing but Ashes and Dust... No console lay intact, no page untouched...
Careful to control himself, he moved up the ramp, a shallow hope within himself that the rest of the academy would be the same as it was before, unscathed, and undamaged... This, regrettibly, was not so... Craters, blaster scoring, dust, and broken stone lay strewn across the ground, as if someone had broken apart the very walls and thrown the pieces across the room. Emediatly, he rushed towards the Archives. Perhaps whoever had destroyed the entrance hall and the main chamber were still here, and had not yet destroyed the archives! Once more, he was dissapointed. The sight that met his eyes was, to him, one of the most horrible things he had ever seen...
The proud, sturdy shelves that had once held ancient books of great value, lay upon the ground as nothing but splintered, smoldering wood. The shadow of ancient books lay with them, now nothing but burn-out cinders, their knowledge on their pages lost forever. As he shook with silent rage, vowing that whoever had destroyed this sacred place would meet the cruelest of fates, he heard movement behind him and, whipping around, saw an armored boot, and then, turning towards him, a helmeted and armored man holding a blaster rifle. Now, him and whoever else was with him inside this academy would pay for what they had done... Tossing his cloak away from him, he stalked towards the man, who noticed him by his echoing footsteps and emediatly opened fire. Holding up his hand, palm forward, he used the force to block the bolts, the bolts themselves dissipating upon 'contact' with his hand. After about five seconds of his shots failing to penetrate the shadow's hand, he turned in the other direction, and was about to run, and might have gotten away if the shadow hadn't used the Force to pull the other man back towards him."It's too late." He said simply, pulling his lightsaber off of his belt and igniting it through the man's chest. He then proceeded to ignited it infront of the man's neck and, also using the force, pulled him backward and severed his neck while tossing him back. The shadow was quite angry.
The shadow moved back out into the the main chamber to find eleven other similarly armed men, who emediatly trained their blasters on him. Raven flourished his lightsaber, placed it in the Shien Backhand position, and charged. The Raiders(As I will now call those who destroyed the academy's interior.) opened fire, as if they thought a few mercenaries could actually hit him. "You will all PAY!!" He raged, cutting through the first man at the front of the raider's formation, impaling a second through the heart, and sending a third flying into the nearest wall with a sickening Crunch. As the others hesitated for about a second at the loss of three of their allies, the shadow unleashed his anger in the form of a blast of lightning that sent two more of the Raiders to their deaths.
The remaining six continued to fire at him. But they would not be firing at him for long. Easily deflecting his shots with the Djem-So style Shien, he slew another Raider with his own shot, and threw his lightsaber to impale another through the head, after which his lightsaber deactivated. Continuing to block the blaster bolts with his left hand using Force Deflection, he charged Kinetic energy in his right, and fired it at the remaining three, sending them flying into the walls, dead from the impact. He then walked over to the Raider he had impaled through the head, retrieved his lightsaber, replaced it on his belt, and left the academy through the hole that served as the door. After making his way back to the camp, he walked up the ramp of his ship, entered his quarters, removed his boots, and lyed down on his bed, mulling over the day's events...
Race: Echani(unusual black hair and dark purple eyes.)
Age: 45(Looks around 19 or 20 due to the force. Because he controls his emotions better than most dark side users, HE controls the dark side, instead of the dark side controling him. Despite alot of dark jedi saying they control the dark side, they let their more passionate emotions run rampant. Thus, the dark side ravages them. But because he controls his emotions, and thus the dark side, the physical corruption is reversed, and so his body remains that of a 19 or 20 year old.)
Height:6'2"
Weight:160 or so.
Quotes: "Silence"(With a kind of backhanded lightsaber 'whip' move.) "Pointless."(At the start of a battle.) "Leave at once."(To an intruder.) "It's to late, this is your end."(When finishing an opponent, or to taunt an opponent.) "Not a bad time for a hunt."(He was going to go beast hunting on Dxun.)
Appearance: Somewhat long, inky-black hair goes about an inch or so past his ears, nearly to his shoulders, except for a longer part in back which has purposely been left long so that he could tie it back in an elegant, downward-facing ponytail. Dark Purple eyes peered out from under these dark locks, calm, cold, and ever-calculating. His skin was lightly tanned from training in the sun, and his teeth are white with pointed canines, another sign of the way the Dark Side uniquely transformed his body.
He wears a cloth-and-leather underarmor that is connected over his legs, arms, and chest, made of belted-on rancor leather straps over skintight shell spider silk. The only deviation from this style is on his hands, where there are gloves in a similar style. The fingers of said gloves stop just after the second knuckle. The armor has a collar that goes about an inch or so up his neck.
His clothing that covers the armor are baggy pants that mostly cover black, belted rancor leather boots, and a shirt that has special sleeves that go just SLIGHTLY past his elbows, so they dont get singed by his backhanded lightsaber style. The sleeves are slightly baggy, but not huge, and the shirt's collar is high and somewhat noble-looking, and has robey parts coming down through his belt, also rancor leather, which has two beltlike extensions down over his hips. His lightsaber is on the back right corner of his belt. Various belted straps go across his abdomen and chest to keep the shirt in place and looking badass.
Birth place: Dathomir.
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master(Formerly an Assassin.)
- You must arrange a master to be an acolyte. Either start RP as a youngling and acquire one through roleplay, or prearrange one during character creation.
- Specializations are granted based on the skills a Dark Jedi trains in.
- A Sith Lord must have had at least one Acolyte.
Bio: (In Progress.) The history of this boy started when a young Echani female miscalculated a hyperspace jump and ended up alarmingly close to Dathomir. The sudden pull of the planet's gravity forced the Echani woman and her crew to land the ship, unharmed except for a damaged but repairable flight stabalizer(so the ship doesn't spin all over the place.) and so the woman, whose name was Allana, started working on the stabalizer along with her crew, thinking everything would be fine. However, Dathomir is a rather hostile planet, and nothing was really 'peaceful' for very long. A group of natives, while the crew was sleeping(at night.) Charged in through the open entrance hatch and stormed the relatively small freighter, taking everyone prisoner and stealing all the various supplies. After taking the prisoners and supplies to camp of the Dreaming River clan, They released the women from their bonds, not letting them escape, and left the men in bonds. The women, including Allana(the Echani.) Were challenged to unarmed combat. Only one of the women from the freighter won her fight, and that was the Echani who, using her Echani martial arts, was able to best the Dathomiran Opponent. Because she was victorius, she was to take one of the loser's male slaves. Although she did not want to, she was forced to choose a slave, and so she took the handsomest one, a tall, dark-haired fellow, who was highly force sensitive, but due to being a slave, never even knew he was.
The crew were not allowed to leave, and the men were used to whatever ends they were, and after some months, the male slave she had won in the fight had touched her heart with kindness despite being a slave, and she had touched the slave's heart with her nobility that no Dathomiri woman had. Eventually, they had a child, who was Male, and was very sensitive to the force. The slave and Allana could both feel this, the male more so due to his force sensitivity, and they both knew that, despite whatever potential he had, he would simply be enslaved. So, in the dead of night when most of the other clan-members were sleeping, they left to the ship, freeing some of the tied-up crew members from various houses(by now the dathomiri trusted them.) And went back to the ship, which was now slightly taken over by plantlife.
After tugging vines away from the entrance hatch, they entered the ship(it was repaired before the dathomiri took them prisoner, they were sleeping.)and closed the hatch. The male slave simply sat on one of the bunks in the sleeping quarters while the pilots, and Allana, started up the ship, and lifted up off the ground, snapping off vines in the process, and took off to the skies.
After leaving the planet's mass shadow area, they set preprogrammed coordinates to Telos and went to lightspeed. After landing on a pad meant for anyone to use, so they wouldn't be bothered, they went to find a cheap place to stay where they could hide and care for their child...
But, all was, as before, not well. No Dark Jedi can resist the call of a force sensitive such as this one. The child was actually sending off pulses. Weak pulses, but pulses nonetheless. As he grew older, the pulses grew stronger, as if with each passing year, the child wanted even more to find where it truly belonged, which aparently was not with it's parents. At age two, a Dark Jedi came to call at their door, first asking to enter. After being refused legal entry, the Dark Jedi decided to use his lightsaber, and simply sliced down the door, entered, and, ignoring the parents, swiped the baby from the crib. The child did not Cry, but simply looked up at the eyes hidden in the shadow of a black hood. Allana and the slave protested loudly, but dared not risk a blaster for fear of hitting the child. The Dark Jedi simply smiled and, with the air of someone squashing an insignificant, yet bothersome fly, slew the parents. At this dark act, the child's aura of the force pulsed once more, then stopped pulsing altogether. The child had been found by something that would make it strong...
The Dark Jedi took the child to his ship, which then was flown at lightspeed to Korriban, where the Dark Jedi raised the child, whose body changed in an unusual fashion due to the influence of the dark energies. His hair and eyes perminently changed from White and Silver to Inky/Pitch-Black and Dark Purple respectively, the light of Korriban's sun tanning his skin. For this reason(the changing) he named the child Raven(for the darkness of his eyes and hair) BlackStar(for the change from white and silver to Darker colours.) Night and day they trained or meditated, Learning Calm, Patience, Echani Martial Arts, Lightsaber Combat, and The Force, only pausing for food or sleep. Even exploring the ruins was training of some sort. Soon after making his Lightsaber, his Dark Jedi master, who was actually quite old, died of a clot in his brain. After his master passed away, he took his money(which he had claim to.) And left in the ship, which he learned to pilot and was no more than a small freighter, and set a preprogrammed course to Coruscant, to seek clothing(he did get better clothes, but it's just basic black shirt, pants, boots and a belt.) and a better ship.(At the time he is 16.)
After he reached Coruscant, he used his exceptional abilities over the minds of others in order to get a Dynamic-Class freighter, along with special modifications(better hyperdrive, better weapons, better armor, better interior, etc.) And then used similar powers to get a large amount of credits from a bank machine. He then got a crew(Two gunners, two pilots, and a mechanic.), sold the old freighter after moving all supplies from it to the Dynamic-class freighter, which he named the Raven's Wing, and set off towards Dxun to train and hopefully gain some sort of knowledge.
After landing on Dxun, he left set up a temporary camp with his crew, and emediatly afterwards went into the forest, his master's lightsaber in hand, and was almost emediatly attacked by cannocks and other such creatures. They were easy for him, at first, but after hours of switching between lightsaber styles and constantly fighting off various monsters, he got quite tired. He still did not stop, however, until it had reached around noon, afterwhich he fought his way back to the camp, ate a lunch of cannock soup.(Thanks to meat he brought back.) and went back out to train until around dinner, exhausted both physicaly and from lack of force energy. After eating dinner, he did some pre-sleep meditation, and then went into real sleep. This went on for about a week, and then they packed up camp and left the forest moon, heading towards Kashyyyk, the home of the Wookiees.
After landing, he left the crew in at the ship and, promising to bring back lots of food, jumped through the trees, aided by the force, towards the Upper Shadowlands, at which he found himself faced by creatures worse than those on Dxun. However, he did not back down. He fought off the various monsters while exploring the shadowlands, learning as he went. At one point, when his arms grew heavy from cleaving large creatures, he put away his lightsaber and resorted to hurling heavy objects at the monsters. After many hours, the creatures left him alone, and he sliced meat from some of his fresher kills and leapt back up the branches(which took more effort due to his large load of Meats.) And got back to the ship, where he was greeted by an exstatic crew, who where so due to the large amount of food he had brought with him.
This kind of thing went on, fairly uneventfully, for about three years, until he reached the age of 19. By now, he was covered in lean muscle, tanned, and had various scars(Temporary though they were.) over his body, mostly away from his face. He had gone through new wardrobes many times, due to the claws and teeth of wild beasts. He had traveled to many planets, often the same planet many times, frequently stopping at Korriban to browse the Sith Archives for information. He did, however, cease to go through the archives once he had read everything. As he continued to age, he noticed that, although his body continued to 'grow'(healing, scars dissapearing, etc.) it grew no 'older'. His body remained the age of a young man, 19 or 20, even though, by this time, he was around 25, when a normal man would be beginning to leave his prime. Even bad scars were dissapearing. He strongly suspected this had to do with his calm control of his emotions, and thus, the dark side, not letting it mutilate his body with his touch.
Along the way, he frequently practiced Battle Meditation on small creatures and insects, influencing who would win in combat or mating rituals and the like. Another thing he did was use Drain Knowledge to take knowledge and experience from other skilled sentients, filtering out emotions and such and only keeping the knowledge and experience that he wanted or needed. Also, because of his Drain Knowledge ability, he learned Torture By Chagrin. By meditating instead of sleeping for six months a year, starting at age 20, he learned how to narrow his focus, and thus shrink his presence in the force to microscopic size.
At age 44 he traveled to Cato Nemoida, and upon arriving, met for the second time, Ramyse, who was with a sickly-looking man and some other person.(In progress this bit.)
He continued to age, eventually reaching 45, his body itself still 'young', and once more his current crew was being dismissed. After getting fresh modifications,(upgrading everything again. He did this every 5 or ten years.) he also got a fresh young crew of two very good pilots(Arya and Nara, twin sisters, the only different being their eyes. One had bright green, the other bright blue.),two gunners(Anthony and Jacen.) and a Mechanic(Sora, Nara and Arya's older sister. Dark brown eyes.) He fully stocked up with food and supplies, and emediatly afterwards, set off towards Korriban, landing in the valley of tombs near the Academy, and made a semi-perminent camp there. Now, he still stays there, meditating and training as he used to with his master, constantly learning... And he is still there.
Lightsaber: Black metal, smooth and elegant, dual-phase.
Colour: Dark Purple.
- If dual Wielding, specify the types of blades
- Only those of Dark jedi rank or higher may have more then one single blade saber, or have access to unorthodox forms
- To dual wield lightsabers special training in the Jar’kai philosophy would be needed, a sub-form of the classic Niman form VI.
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
ranking 1-5, 5 being mastery. Mark a skill with N/A if you’re character has no experience in it
Shii-Cho 5 (Not likely to use.)
Makashi N/A
Soresu N/A
Ataru 5
Shien / Djem So 5
Niman 5
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or dual Wield N/A
>>Sub-form Backhanded 5
Juyo / Vaapad 5
Double-Bladed Combat N/A
Note: His most used stance is the Shien Backhand stance.
- All dark jedi practice Shii-Cho, as it is known as the basis of all Lightsaber combat
-No dark jedi below the specialized ranks may achieve mastery of any form, save for Shii-Cho.
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices: (In Progress.)
Please see This Page on force abilities, and applying them to your character.
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being absolute understanding, 1 being a basic grasp of the concepts. Please be reasonable when deciding your skill ranks, as no jedi is great at every skill set. Light side jedi can not have a Destruction skill higher then 5, and Dark side jedi can’t have a healing skill over 5.
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 8
Body: 6
Sense: 8
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 8
Specialized Skills: Please use the link above to see what these are. You are not required to assign specialized force powers.
Drain Knowledge
Force Resuscitation
Battle Meditation
Art Of The Small
Force Repulse
Force Crush
Attributes:
All attributes are ranked from 1-10, 10 being near godlike.
Please be realistic when selecting stats, as no one person is good at everything. Keep your characters interesting and real by giving them weaknesses.
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 9
Speed: 8
Leadership: 7
Unarmed: 7
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: -7
From -10 being absolute evil, the bane of existence, 0 being neutral / grey and +10 being a beacon of light and purity. Massive roleplaying to keep in character must be done for -9 or lower and +9 or higher.
RP Sample:(I shall post this as if it's the first post in a new RP Thread.) A shadow moved across the barren stone of the planet Korriban. The shadow of a man, or what was once a man, now a being of the Dark Side of the Force. Black leather boots crunched up the barrel ground as the shadow moved away from his ship and the semi-perminent camp that recided near it, heading towards the abandoned, ruin of an academy that sat nestled in a canyon wall. Ignoring the crunch of both dirt and bone beneath his feet as he went, the shadow entered the the darkness in between the canyon walls, the blowing of his black cloak lessening as the wind no longer touched it, blocked as it was by the walls of the canyon. As the shadow neared the main doors to the academy, he noticed that the door showed signs of being forced open. Or, rather, blown out of it's frame. The shadow, momentarily suprised, raised his right eyebrow for about a second, and then let it drop back down. He sighed and, placing his right hand near his lightsaber underneath the darkness of the cloak, he entered the now-gaping hole that was the door.
Upon entering, he found it to be even more dismal than it was last time he had come to Korriban, no more than a few months ago. Either someone had broken into the academy, or there was some sort of beast here... Either way, they would pay dearly for desecrating this place. This academy had been his home when his master had still been alive, and even then it had been rather sad-looking. But it had still been home. And now, the inside of the academy was not simply time-worn... It was destroyed... Carefully cut symbols in the stone walls, that were mostly intact just a few months ago, were now burnt and destroyed.
Training posts for hand to hand and blade practice, gone, leaving nothing but dust and stone. But that was nothing near the worst, oh no. In the corner, where books and datapads on combat had previously been stored, there was nothing but Ashes and Dust... No console lay intact, no page untouched...
Careful to control himself, he moved up the ramp, a shallow hope within himself that the rest of the academy would be the same as it was before, unscathed, and undamaged... This, regrettibly, was not so... Craters, blaster scoring, dust, and broken stone lay strewn across the ground, as if someone had broken apart the very walls and thrown the pieces across the room. Emediatly, he rushed towards the Archives. Perhaps whoever had destroyed the entrance hall and the main chamber were still here, and had not yet destroyed the archives! Once more, he was dissapointed. The sight that met his eyes was, to him, one of the most horrible things he had ever seen...
The proud, sturdy shelves that had once held ancient books of great value, lay upon the ground as nothing but splintered, smoldering wood. The shadow of ancient books lay with them, now nothing but burn-out cinders, their knowledge on their pages lost forever. As he shook with silent rage, vowing that whoever had destroyed this sacred place would meet the cruelest of fates, he heard movement behind him and, whipping around, saw an armored boot, and then, turning towards him, a helmeted and armored man holding a blaster rifle. Now, him and whoever else was with him inside this academy would pay for what they had done... Tossing his cloak away from him, he stalked towards the man, who noticed him by his echoing footsteps and emediatly opened fire. Holding up his hand, palm forward, he used the force to block the bolts, the bolts themselves dissipating upon 'contact' with his hand. After about five seconds of his shots failing to penetrate the shadow's hand, he turned in the other direction, and was about to run, and might have gotten away if the shadow hadn't used the Force to pull the other man back towards him."It's too late." He said simply, pulling his lightsaber off of his belt and igniting it through the man's chest. He then proceeded to ignited it infront of the man's neck and, also using the force, pulled him backward and severed his neck while tossing him back. The shadow was quite angry.
The shadow moved back out into the the main chamber to find eleven other similarly armed men, who emediatly trained their blasters on him. Raven flourished his lightsaber, placed it in the Shien Backhand position, and charged. The Raiders(As I will now call those who destroyed the academy's interior.) opened fire, as if they thought a few mercenaries could actually hit him. "You will all PAY!!" He raged, cutting through the first man at the front of the raider's formation, impaling a second through the heart, and sending a third flying into the nearest wall with a sickening Crunch. As the others hesitated for about a second at the loss of three of their allies, the shadow unleashed his anger in the form of a blast of lightning that sent two more of the Raiders to their deaths.
The remaining six continued to fire at him. But they would not be firing at him for long. Easily deflecting his shots with the Djem-So style Shien, he slew another Raider with his own shot, and threw his lightsaber to impale another through the head, after which his lightsaber deactivated. Continuing to block the blaster bolts with his left hand using Force Deflection, he charged Kinetic energy in his right, and fired it at the remaining three, sending them flying into the walls, dead from the impact. He then walked over to the Raider he had impaled through the head, retrieved his lightsaber, replaced it on his belt, and left the academy through the hole that served as the door. After making his way back to the camp, he walked up the ramp of his ship, entered his quarters, removed his boots, and lyed down on his bed, mulling over the day's events...
