Post by Vipervertical on Apr 14, 2009 15:53:53 GMT -5
Name: Hazzan Lokiran
Race: Lethan Twi'lek
Age: 57 (chronological) 29 (Biological)
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 142 pounds
Appearance: His skin was the color of blood, fresh from the wound. Beneath this his muscles seemed impossible to hide, they were large from the amount of pressure he put on them, though not obnoxiously large. While his lekku generally hang from his shoulders, when angry they swirl about his head.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Bio: (Creativity running low, expect it to be good though
)
Lightsaber: None
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Life Drain
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 10
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample: Hazzan stopped right under an archway. This place was as good as any, the Jedi would be restricted by the common people. He turned and faced the man who had been following him for the past 20 minutes. [Red]Oi, you need something from me, Jedi?[/red] He empasized the word Jedi. The man was startled that he was discovered, and even more so that the one he was following could tell he was a Jedi.
The Jedi did the only thing he could think of: he activated his lightsaber, issuing out a green blade into existance. Commoners scattered at the appearance of the blade, but began to gather in a circle around the two men, as they could only imagine that the one talking to him was about to be destroyed.
They were wrong.
[red]Now that's not a nice way to apologize for following somebody.[/red] Hazzan reprimanded the Jedi. The Jedi responded with a lunge, to which Hazzan easily sidestepped. [red]Now that was just rude. I don't even know why I'm being followed yet.[/red] The Jedi didn't speak, but instead sliced at Hazzan in a downward arc, intent on slicing him in half. Hazzan simply grabbed the Jedi's wrist and palmed him in the chest. This would have knocked the Jedi back, was he not holding on to the Jedi's wrist. Instead, it snapped his shoulder out of place, causing him to drop his lightsaber and scream in pain. Hazzan quickly grabbed the lightsaber before it had fallen a foot and released the Jedi's wrist, before twisting around and kicking him in the chest. This knocked the Jedi right into the crowd of pedestrians, which immediately scattered, but not before 3 of them were injured by the Jedi's flailing body.
Hazzan stood, playing around with the lightsaber, before clenching his fist and shattering it. [red]You call this a lightsaber? I could make a better lightsaber using one hand, with my eyes closed, and my connec-[/red] [green]SHUT UP![/green] The Jedi had gotten up. [green]You killed them. You killed them ALL![/green] Hazzan stared at him. [red]Can you get a little more specific? I kill a lot of people in my line of work.[/red] At this, a large spike in force energy came from the Jedi.
[red]Whoa there. You got a bit of force over there, can you control it?[/red] The Jedi screamed, and in that moment everything around him was blasted back. Everything except a certain Twi'lek. [red]That was quite a show of force. Unfortunately, its going to take more than that to defeat me. Here, you're probably more of a challenge with a weapon.[/red] A shop window shattered halfway through the last sentance. Inside the shop were vibroblades, one lifted up and flew to the glaring Jedi's hand. [red]A vibrosword, huh? Those are a little bit harder to control than your average vibroblade. But they make up for it in power. That is, if I'm not mista-[/red] [green]SHUT UP AND DIE![/green]
The Jedi lunged. Hazzan would have been bisected, had he not stepped to the side at the last second. The Jedi swung downward again. This time Hazzan waited until the blade was milimeters from his forehead before his right hand intercepted the Jedi's right wrist, stopping the blade. [green]But, how?[/green] Hazzan smirked. [red]An afterimage[/red] he said as he brought his left hand up in a chopping motion at the Jedi's elbow, causing it to bend backwards. The Jedi hadn't a chance to scream before Hazzan continued the motion, twirling around the Jedi and ending with a elbow in the Jedi's kidney.
The Jedi's scream was muffled by the blood that erupted from his mouth. Hazzan now stood back to back with the agonized Jedi. He appeared to be perfectly fine, not even broken a sweat yet. The Jedi, on the other hand, had blood running down the right side of his face from a cut below his right temple, as well as staining his lips and chin red from the blood pouring out of his mouth. His right arm hanging limp at his side.
[red]Are you finished yet?[/red] Hazzan kept an amused tone to his voice, as if reprimanding a small child. [green]I'll...never...give up[/green] the Jedi slowly rose to his feet, panting in between words. He grabbed the vibrosword in his left hand and raised it in a defensive position, or what could be interpreted as a defensive position. Hazzan tsked [red]Bad choice, my friend.[/red]
The Jedi turned and swung in a rather graceful move, for somebody who just lost the use of one of their arms. Hazzan sidestepped the swing in the least amount of movement possible, giving the impression that the blade passed right through him.
In less time than it takes to blink an eye, he grabbed the Jedi's right forearm with his right hand, his right upper arm arm in Hazzan's left hand. The Jedi gasped in sudden pain, then screamed with unbearable agony as Hazzan tugged in seperate directions, pulling the arm in half at the elbow.
Blood splattered in all directions, seemingly vanishing when it landed on Hazzan's exposed flesh. [red]I did warn you.[/red] The Jedi didn't answer, but collapsed to the ground as Hazzan released the larger remnant of the Jedi.
Hazzan toyed with the arm for a bit, then tossed it into a random storefront. He turned and had just begun to walk away when he heard a scraping sound behind him. [green]I'm...not...done...yet[/green] Hazzan turned, a mocking look in his eye. [red]Kid, you need to learn when to give up.[/red] The Jedi ignored him and picked up the vibrosword again, and slowly rose to his feet again, almost falling down again 3 times.
The Jedi stood for a second blood staining his lips and chin, his right arm seperated at the elbow, blood still pouring from the area where his lower arm once was. His blood soaked through the right side of his clothing. Hazzan stood in a bored pose, the only thing out of place was the blood splatter on his clothing. If not for that, he wouldn't look out of place in a crowded Coruscant market.
(WIP)
Race: Lethan Twi'lek
Age: 57 (chronological) 29 (Biological)
Height: 6' 8"
Weight: 142 pounds
Appearance: His skin was the color of blood, fresh from the wound. Beneath this his muscles seemed impossible to hide, they were large from the amount of pressure he put on them, though not obnoxiously large. While his lekku generally hang from his shoulders, when angry they swirl about his head.
Birth place: Coruscant
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Dark Jedi Master
Bio: (Creativity running low, expect it to be good though
)Lightsaber: None
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 8
Telepathic: 1
Body: 7
Sense: 6
Protection: 2
Healing: 1
Destruction: 7
Specialized Skills: Life Drain
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 9
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 6
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 10
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -7
RP Sample: Hazzan stopped right under an archway. This place was as good as any, the Jedi would be restricted by the common people. He turned and faced the man who had been following him for the past 20 minutes. [Red]Oi, you need something from me, Jedi?[/red] He empasized the word Jedi. The man was startled that he was discovered, and even more so that the one he was following could tell he was a Jedi.
The Jedi did the only thing he could think of: he activated his lightsaber, issuing out a green blade into existance. Commoners scattered at the appearance of the blade, but began to gather in a circle around the two men, as they could only imagine that the one talking to him was about to be destroyed.
They were wrong.
[red]Now that's not a nice way to apologize for following somebody.[/red] Hazzan reprimanded the Jedi. The Jedi responded with a lunge, to which Hazzan easily sidestepped. [red]Now that was just rude. I don't even know why I'm being followed yet.[/red] The Jedi didn't speak, but instead sliced at Hazzan in a downward arc, intent on slicing him in half. Hazzan simply grabbed the Jedi's wrist and palmed him in the chest. This would have knocked the Jedi back, was he not holding on to the Jedi's wrist. Instead, it snapped his shoulder out of place, causing him to drop his lightsaber and scream in pain. Hazzan quickly grabbed the lightsaber before it had fallen a foot and released the Jedi's wrist, before twisting around and kicking him in the chest. This knocked the Jedi right into the crowd of pedestrians, which immediately scattered, but not before 3 of them were injured by the Jedi's flailing body.
Hazzan stood, playing around with the lightsaber, before clenching his fist and shattering it. [red]You call this a lightsaber? I could make a better lightsaber using one hand, with my eyes closed, and my connec-[/red] [green]SHUT UP![/green] The Jedi had gotten up. [green]You killed them. You killed them ALL![/green] Hazzan stared at him. [red]Can you get a little more specific? I kill a lot of people in my line of work.[/red] At this, a large spike in force energy came from the Jedi.
[red]Whoa there. You got a bit of force over there, can you control it?[/red] The Jedi screamed, and in that moment everything around him was blasted back. Everything except a certain Twi'lek. [red]That was quite a show of force. Unfortunately, its going to take more than that to defeat me. Here, you're probably more of a challenge with a weapon.[/red] A shop window shattered halfway through the last sentance. Inside the shop were vibroblades, one lifted up and flew to the glaring Jedi's hand. [red]A vibrosword, huh? Those are a little bit harder to control than your average vibroblade. But they make up for it in power. That is, if I'm not mista-[/red] [green]SHUT UP AND DIE![/green]
The Jedi lunged. Hazzan would have been bisected, had he not stepped to the side at the last second. The Jedi swung downward again. This time Hazzan waited until the blade was milimeters from his forehead before his right hand intercepted the Jedi's right wrist, stopping the blade. [green]But, how?[/green] Hazzan smirked. [red]An afterimage[/red] he said as he brought his left hand up in a chopping motion at the Jedi's elbow, causing it to bend backwards. The Jedi hadn't a chance to scream before Hazzan continued the motion, twirling around the Jedi and ending with a elbow in the Jedi's kidney.
The Jedi's scream was muffled by the blood that erupted from his mouth. Hazzan now stood back to back with the agonized Jedi. He appeared to be perfectly fine, not even broken a sweat yet. The Jedi, on the other hand, had blood running down the right side of his face from a cut below his right temple, as well as staining his lips and chin red from the blood pouring out of his mouth. His right arm hanging limp at his side.
[red]Are you finished yet?[/red] Hazzan kept an amused tone to his voice, as if reprimanding a small child. [green]I'll...never...give up[/green] the Jedi slowly rose to his feet, panting in between words. He grabbed the vibrosword in his left hand and raised it in a defensive position, or what could be interpreted as a defensive position. Hazzan tsked [red]Bad choice, my friend.[/red]
The Jedi turned and swung in a rather graceful move, for somebody who just lost the use of one of their arms. Hazzan sidestepped the swing in the least amount of movement possible, giving the impression that the blade passed right through him.
In less time than it takes to blink an eye, he grabbed the Jedi's right forearm with his right hand, his right upper arm arm in Hazzan's left hand. The Jedi gasped in sudden pain, then screamed with unbearable agony as Hazzan tugged in seperate directions, pulling the arm in half at the elbow.
Blood splattered in all directions, seemingly vanishing when it landed on Hazzan's exposed flesh. [red]I did warn you.[/red] The Jedi didn't answer, but collapsed to the ground as Hazzan released the larger remnant of the Jedi.
Hazzan toyed with the arm for a bit, then tossed it into a random storefront. He turned and had just begun to walk away when he heard a scraping sound behind him. [green]I'm...not...done...yet[/green] Hazzan turned, a mocking look in his eye. [red]Kid, you need to learn when to give up.[/red] The Jedi ignored him and picked up the vibrosword again, and slowly rose to his feet again, almost falling down again 3 times.
The Jedi stood for a second blood staining his lips and chin, his right arm seperated at the elbow, blood still pouring from the area where his lower arm once was. His blood soaked through the right side of his clothing. Hazzan stood in a bored pose, the only thing out of place was the blood splatter on his clothing. If not for that, he wouldn't look out of place in a crowded Coruscant market.
(WIP)
, just trying to help out here...
