Post by skaral on Apr 19, 2009 18:10:55 GMT -5
Name: Shalurik Massar
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 LBS
Appearance:
(Those are just cool gloves, not cybernetics.)
Birth place: Kuat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Assassin
Bio:
Shalurik was born on Kuat, deep in the canyons. From the start, his world taught him brutality, the horrendously hot days and the bone-chilling nights brought no comfort to the youth. His home life was as savage and brutal as the world in which he grew up in. Some of Shalurik's earliest memories were of his father savagely beating his older brother and mother, and later on Shalurik himself was subject to the horrors of domestic violence.
As he grew to near adolescence, Shalurik began learning he was something far more than average Humanoid (and far better as he thought), his reflexes were more quick and readied than that of the other Mirialans of his age and his empathic skills were more developed than that of even adult Humans. He also noticed a strange rage building inside of him like a monster ready to eat through his skin and completely take over him. The rage was directed at his father primarily, often he would have visions of himself brutally attacking and killing his father, it made the youth frightened at how real the visions would seem.
At the age of fifteen, the teenager caught the first transport off of his homeworld, the transport was headed to the criminal moon of Nar Shadda, he would later find out. Once Shalurik stepped off of the transport he noticed that he was on a densely populated moon of some sort. He asked a dock worker and he said it was Nar Shadda. Shalurik had only overheard stories about the "Criminal Moon". It was a place to hide and to commit crime, a place Shalurik hoped for a new start in.
After about a week, Shalurik found there was no places to get honest work, not that he had the skills for such and eventually started to drift into the criminal enterprises there. Eventually he got mixed in with a brawling ring, since Shalurik was naturally fast and agile, and even more so because he was a Force Sensitive, he found he could quickly beat most of them. After rising to the top with a lot of experience under his belt, and a lot of credits in his pocket, one of his opponents came back for revenge.
Shalurik was caught off guard by the young Rodian he had beaten back when he had first started in the illegal fighting ring. The Rodian had received a horrible beating at Shalurik's hands and almost died. Once word got around, the Rodian's life was slowly ruined. Now it was his time for revenge. The Rodian walked towards Shalurik quickly and pulled out a knife. Shalurik had little time to respond and was stabbed five times. He was able to get the knife away from his attacker and used it to slice the Rodian's neck.
Shalurik stumbled in the alleys of Nar Shadda for two hours until someone finally found him, an ex-Republic Medic. The man was able to patch up the wounds. The Medic had set up a small private practice for the poorer citizens of the moon and had a make-shift lab. After a blood analysis, the Medic found that Shalurik had a higher than average Midichlorian count. The Medic waited until Shalurik woke to tell him and introduced himself as Shale Tur. The two talked for a while about what it meant and Shale had said that he needed to go see a Jedi. Shalurik was now seventeen, far too old to become a Jedi.
Eventually Shalurik paid Shale a lot of money for saving his life and the would-be doctor was able to establish an actual medical clinic. Shale was killed by the Exchange four years later and the clinic was ransacked as Shalurik would find out. After the incident, Shalurik bought his own starship and left the moon orbiting Nal Hutta.
Shalurik landed on Coruscant a few days later. He got directions to the Jedi Temple and followed them. Once inside he appealed his case to the council but was rejected because of age. The young Shalurik was completely enraged by the rejection and all his built up hate and rage exploded. He began throwing things around the temple and scaring many of the younger Jedi. He was incapacitated by a Jedi Master and the Republic Judicial Forces locked him in a detention cell for a few days.
After being released and ordered to pay a fine, Shalurik fled the capital world of the Galactic Republic. He went searching for someone that would possibly train him in the ways of the Force. During this time he began thinking about how Force Sensitivity set him apart from normal people. He began building an idea that he was better than those without sensitivity. Shalurik began being openly hostile towards most people that bothered or approached him. After a month of leads, he found a strong lead. There was a small band of what people called "Dark Jedi" practicing Dark Side rituals on the planet of Kashyyyk. The Wookiee people of the planet were frightened by the practices, but Shalurik was intrigued. He journeyed into the dangerous Shadowlands for two days until he came across what looked to be where one or more people were staying.
Shalurik waited for a while, he noticed something he had not noticed before at the camp, no wild animals or even plants grew around it. Eventually, Shalurik heard a snap-hiss from behind him and suddenly something told him to roll to the right. It was then that he saw a whirl of black cloth and the face of a male Cathar. The Cathar had black fur and golden eyes. Shalurik reached into his belt and pulled out an old survival knife he had kept with him since childhood. The knife had cortosis weave in it. It had been his great, great, great grandfather's from the Jedi Civil War. The young man had never used it, let alone drawn the dusty blade. He clenched it with the blade pointing away from him. He brought it in front of him and crouched. The Cathar hissed something low and struck quickly.
Shalurik parried the blow lightly and used his trained fighting reflexes to roll away from a second blow. After a small, but intense fight, Shalurik was disarmed and the Cathar stood over him growling. The Cathar Dark Jedi thought Shalurik was from the Republic or even a Jedi, but Shalurik explained he had come to Kashyyyk in search of one who could teach him the ways of the Force.
The Kathar sensed great anger and hatred in the young Force Sensitive. He spared Shalurik's life and introduced himself as Tobiac Shask. Shalurik retrieved his fallen knife and met the Cathar back at the camp site. The two talked for a while and got to know each other. After a night's rest the two decided it was best to relocate themselves to somewhere more secluded and harder for the Jedi and Republic to reach than Kashyyyk. They took the Tobiac's ship to Ziost, the ancient Sith world. When they landed on the barren wastes of ZIost the Cathar began teaching Shalurik of the Dark Side and the use of the Force. The two began to form a small bond and mutual respect for each other.
After a year, Tobiac began teaching Shalurik how to handle and build a lightsaber. Shalurik eventually constructed his own lightsaber and adopted the Cathar's practiced sub-form of Shien, a Reverse Grip stance. After many long, arduous and often painful training sessions, Shalurik was well on his way to mastering the stance. In a few years, he became very adept in the stance. As Shalurik began to become as powerful as his master, their relationship began to become strained.
Eventually, Tobiac began to teach his apprentice the powerful and dangerous Force Crush ability. Over a year, Shalurik began to master the technique, it began to be one of his sole weapons. Shalurik began to see himself as better than his Cathar master and more powerful. He began to formulate a plot to destroy his master because he thought he was being held back. Eventually he caught the Cathar Dark Jedi Master in his sleep and lopped his arms off and used the powerful Force Crush to completely annihilate the life out of him. Shalurik took his master's starship and flew to Korriban, hoping to find other Dark Jedi like himself and attempt to seek revenge on the Jedi that rejected him and to bring pain to those weaker than himself.
Lightsaber:
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho- 5
Makashi- 1
Soresu- 0
Ataru- 2.5
Shien / Djem So- 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded- 5
Niman- 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield- 0
Juyo- 0
Double Bladed Combat- 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Crush
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -5
RP Sample:
Shalurik crept quietly up to where his master was resting. The long black cylinder in his hand made a snap-hiss as he activated. Tobiac lay flat with his large, fur-covered arms behind his head. Shalurik took a deep breath and quickly made an upward slice into the left arm and brang it down through his master's right. The Humanoid yowled in pain as Shalurik grabbed him in a Force Crush. The feline Dark Jedi Master writhed in pain as his apprentice slowly crushed him to death with the Force.
"You will never hold me back! Not you, not anyone!" screamed Shalurik in fury.
Tobiac's eyes were filled with anger, pain and surprise as he was being slowly killed. Suddenly, the popping and crunching of the Cathar's innards signified that the end was near. A low gurgling sound was heard as blood started to come up from his mouth and his eyes began to glaze over.
"Yes, die! Die! I bet you regret teaching me how to destroy! Regret it to your grave Tobiac! Regret it!" yelled Shalurik as the Kathar's death came.
Shalurik released his former master's twisted corpse. Blood was spouting up from the Kathar's nose and mouth as the corpse's nerves twitched. Shalurik disengaged his lightsaber and walked off. He was now free of the oppression of his master.
Race: Human
Age: 30
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 LBS
Appearance:
(Those are just cool gloves, not cybernetics.)
Birth place: Kuat
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Assassin
Bio:
Shalurik was born on Kuat, deep in the canyons. From the start, his world taught him brutality, the horrendously hot days and the bone-chilling nights brought no comfort to the youth. His home life was as savage and brutal as the world in which he grew up in. Some of Shalurik's earliest memories were of his father savagely beating his older brother and mother, and later on Shalurik himself was subject to the horrors of domestic violence.
As he grew to near adolescence, Shalurik began learning he was something far more than average Humanoid (and far better as he thought), his reflexes were more quick and readied than that of the other Mirialans of his age and his empathic skills were more developed than that of even adult Humans. He also noticed a strange rage building inside of him like a monster ready to eat through his skin and completely take over him. The rage was directed at his father primarily, often he would have visions of himself brutally attacking and killing his father, it made the youth frightened at how real the visions would seem.
At the age of fifteen, the teenager caught the first transport off of his homeworld, the transport was headed to the criminal moon of Nar Shadda, he would later find out. Once Shalurik stepped off of the transport he noticed that he was on a densely populated moon of some sort. He asked a dock worker and he said it was Nar Shadda. Shalurik had only overheard stories about the "Criminal Moon". It was a place to hide and to commit crime, a place Shalurik hoped for a new start in.
After about a week, Shalurik found there was no places to get honest work, not that he had the skills for such and eventually started to drift into the criminal enterprises there. Eventually he got mixed in with a brawling ring, since Shalurik was naturally fast and agile, and even more so because he was a Force Sensitive, he found he could quickly beat most of them. After rising to the top with a lot of experience under his belt, and a lot of credits in his pocket, one of his opponents came back for revenge.
Shalurik was caught off guard by the young Rodian he had beaten back when he had first started in the illegal fighting ring. The Rodian had received a horrible beating at Shalurik's hands and almost died. Once word got around, the Rodian's life was slowly ruined. Now it was his time for revenge. The Rodian walked towards Shalurik quickly and pulled out a knife. Shalurik had little time to respond and was stabbed five times. He was able to get the knife away from his attacker and used it to slice the Rodian's neck.
Shalurik stumbled in the alleys of Nar Shadda for two hours until someone finally found him, an ex-Republic Medic. The man was able to patch up the wounds. The Medic had set up a small private practice for the poorer citizens of the moon and had a make-shift lab. After a blood analysis, the Medic found that Shalurik had a higher than average Midichlorian count. The Medic waited until Shalurik woke to tell him and introduced himself as Shale Tur. The two talked for a while about what it meant and Shale had said that he needed to go see a Jedi. Shalurik was now seventeen, far too old to become a Jedi.
Eventually Shalurik paid Shale a lot of money for saving his life and the would-be doctor was able to establish an actual medical clinic. Shale was killed by the Exchange four years later and the clinic was ransacked as Shalurik would find out. After the incident, Shalurik bought his own starship and left the moon orbiting Nal Hutta.
Shalurik landed on Coruscant a few days later. He got directions to the Jedi Temple and followed them. Once inside he appealed his case to the council but was rejected because of age. The young Shalurik was completely enraged by the rejection and all his built up hate and rage exploded. He began throwing things around the temple and scaring many of the younger Jedi. He was incapacitated by a Jedi Master and the Republic Judicial Forces locked him in a detention cell for a few days.
After being released and ordered to pay a fine, Shalurik fled the capital world of the Galactic Republic. He went searching for someone that would possibly train him in the ways of the Force. During this time he began thinking about how Force Sensitivity set him apart from normal people. He began building an idea that he was better than those without sensitivity. Shalurik began being openly hostile towards most people that bothered or approached him. After a month of leads, he found a strong lead. There was a small band of what people called "Dark Jedi" practicing Dark Side rituals on the planet of Kashyyyk. The Wookiee people of the planet were frightened by the practices, but Shalurik was intrigued. He journeyed into the dangerous Shadowlands for two days until he came across what looked to be where one or more people were staying.
Shalurik waited for a while, he noticed something he had not noticed before at the camp, no wild animals or even plants grew around it. Eventually, Shalurik heard a snap-hiss from behind him and suddenly something told him to roll to the right. It was then that he saw a whirl of black cloth and the face of a male Cathar. The Cathar had black fur and golden eyes. Shalurik reached into his belt and pulled out an old survival knife he had kept with him since childhood. The knife had cortosis weave in it. It had been his great, great, great grandfather's from the Jedi Civil War. The young man had never used it, let alone drawn the dusty blade. He clenched it with the blade pointing away from him. He brought it in front of him and crouched. The Cathar hissed something low and struck quickly.
Shalurik parried the blow lightly and used his trained fighting reflexes to roll away from a second blow. After a small, but intense fight, Shalurik was disarmed and the Cathar stood over him growling. The Cathar Dark Jedi thought Shalurik was from the Republic or even a Jedi, but Shalurik explained he had come to Kashyyyk in search of one who could teach him the ways of the Force.
The Kathar sensed great anger and hatred in the young Force Sensitive. He spared Shalurik's life and introduced himself as Tobiac Shask. Shalurik retrieved his fallen knife and met the Cathar back at the camp site. The two talked for a while and got to know each other. After a night's rest the two decided it was best to relocate themselves to somewhere more secluded and harder for the Jedi and Republic to reach than Kashyyyk. They took the Tobiac's ship to Ziost, the ancient Sith world. When they landed on the barren wastes of ZIost the Cathar began teaching Shalurik of the Dark Side and the use of the Force. The two began to form a small bond and mutual respect for each other.
After a year, Tobiac began teaching Shalurik how to handle and build a lightsaber. Shalurik eventually constructed his own lightsaber and adopted the Cathar's practiced sub-form of Shien, a Reverse Grip stance. After many long, arduous and often painful training sessions, Shalurik was well on his way to mastering the stance. In a few years, he became very adept in the stance. As Shalurik began to become as powerful as his master, their relationship began to become strained.
Eventually, Tobiac began to teach his apprentice the powerful and dangerous Force Crush ability. Over a year, Shalurik began to master the technique, it began to be one of his sole weapons. Shalurik began to see himself as better than his Cathar master and more powerful. He began to formulate a plot to destroy his master because he thought he was being held back. Eventually he caught the Cathar Dark Jedi Master in his sleep and lopped his arms off and used the powerful Force Crush to completely annihilate the life out of him. Shalurik took his master's starship and flew to Korriban, hoping to find other Dark Jedi like himself and attempt to seek revenge on the Jedi that rejected him and to bring pain to those weaker than himself.
Lightsaber:
Color: Yellow
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho- 5
Makashi- 1
Soresu- 0
Ataru- 2.5
Shien / Djem So- 4
>>Sub-form Backhanded- 5
Niman- 0
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield- 0
Juyo- 0
Double Bladed Combat- 0
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 6
Telepathic: 4
Body: 3
Sense: 2
Protection: 3
Healing: 2
Destruction: 5
Specialized Skills:
Force Crush
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 6
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 7
Leadership: 5
Unarmed: 5
Melee Weapons: 6
Ranged Weapons: 3
Force Attunement: -5
RP Sample:
Shalurik crept quietly up to where his master was resting. The long black cylinder in his hand made a snap-hiss as he activated. Tobiac lay flat with his large, fur-covered arms behind his head. Shalurik took a deep breath and quickly made an upward slice into the left arm and brang it down through his master's right. The Humanoid yowled in pain as Shalurik grabbed him in a Force Crush. The feline Dark Jedi Master writhed in pain as his apprentice slowly crushed him to death with the Force.
"You will never hold me back! Not you, not anyone!" screamed Shalurik in fury.
Tobiac's eyes were filled with anger, pain and surprise as he was being slowly killed. Suddenly, the popping and crunching of the Cathar's innards signified that the end was near. A low gurgling sound was heard as blood started to come up from his mouth and his eyes began to glaze over.
"Yes, die! Die! I bet you regret teaching me how to destroy! Regret it to your grave Tobiac! Regret it!" yelled Shalurik as the Kathar's death came.
Shalurik released his former master's twisted corpse. Blood was spouting up from the Kathar's nose and mouth as the corpse's nerves twitched. Shalurik disengaged his lightsaber and walked off. He was now free of the oppression of his master.
