Post by Ardenator on Aug 19, 2007 13:54:51 GMT -5
Name: Kenneth Mori, Darth Paxis
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance: Tall and lanky, Paxis is a sickly man, pale and frail. He has dark hair and eyes, and a scar on his left shoulder from an accident as a young boy. Although noticeably weak in form, one does not even have to engage Paxis in conversation to see the strength and intelligence behind those dark eyes. He dresses in black Zeison Sha Master armor, with an utility belt for his various tools and gadgets and strapping on the back for his Lightspear and Shield.
Birth place: Carida
Faction: Sith
Rank: Dark Lord of the Sith, Apprentice to Darth Everos
Bio: Paxis came into the world as Kenneth Mori, on the planet Carida. At first he seemed to be a normal child, but at the age of five he was diagnosed with a rare lung disease. Over time, his lungs would slowly deteriorate, causing coughing fits, bouts of sickness, and feinting. The disease also hampered his body's ability to inject oxygen into his blood, cursing Kenneth with perpetual weakness and frailty. Surgeries, stimulants, drugs, and constant medical attention kept the boy alive and functioning, although he could never be normal.
Around the same time the boys parents discovered his amazing knack for learning. His physical lackings were more than compensated for by his amazing mind. Soon he was verified to be a genius, and his learning began in earnest. He loved academics; everything from novels to subatomic astrophysics caught his fancy. He absorbed everything he read. He acquired a degree in Physics and Aerospace Engineering at the age of 15, becoming one of the youngest Caridans to ever do so. At the same time he attended the Pilot Academy, coming out with degrees in Mechanics and Piloting.
His family was loving and supporting, although a bit strict and critical. His father believed in the child, and constantly told him of his calling to do great things, to become something, to help the Galaxy. His paternity helped to equip Kenneth with an open mind. The boy learned to love all things and to constantly think beyond himself. It made him a wise and understanding person, though at the same time opened the way for constant insecurity.
Soon after acquiring his degree the young man crossed paths with a Jedi Master, passing through on some mission from the JedI Council. The Jedi was drawn to the boys amazing strength in the Force, more well-endowed with the power than most Jedi Masters. His midichlorian count was off the charts, and so the Master brought the boy before the Council.
Almost as quickly as he was presented, Kenneth was rejected, being far too old to begin the training. He was crushed, and resigned himself to a fate as a nobody. But the JedI Master would not take no for an answer, and thusly began teaching the boy the Jedi ways in secret.
Kenneth advanced amazingly fast, gobbling up every bit of knowledge the Master could bestow upon him. In amazingly quick time he had learned everything the Master could give him, yet he wanted more.
He left Carida behind, stealing an academy L-Wing and traveling the galaxy in order to discover the secrets of other Force Adept organizations. In quick succession he studied and mastered the ways of the Sorcerers of Tund, Baran Do, Matukai, Zeison Sha, Jal Shey, Aing-Tii, and Fallanassi. Over time he grew to know and understand the Force on the deepest of levels, and constantly meditated and philosophized, pressing the boundaries of his knowledge. Soon he began to view the Force not as thing divided into the dark and light, but as an inherently good energy field that encompassed everything. It was not the dark side that created evil or corrupted a man, it was the darkness in the man's heart that created the perversion of the force. Thusly emotions such as anger, hate, fear, or sorrow were not inherently evil, as there was really no such thing as Evil. Such parts of sentience were to be accepted and used, not pushed away and feared.
Thus he sought finally to complete his understanding of the force by learning the ways of the Dark Side, the teachings of the Sith. He began on Dxun, discovering the tomb of Freedon Nadd and immersing himself in the dark energies there. He opened the door within himself to the Dark Side, although he never fell to temptation. He took all the knowledge he could from the place of evil, before journeying to Yavin 4.
There his training began in earnest. One again immersing himself in the dark energies, he began to hear a voice. The conversations were few and fleeting, and he never learned the identity of the ghost, but it bestowed upon him many secrets of the Sith. Combined with searching through the Dark Side of Yavin 4, Kenneth discovered a power he never imagined existed. He wanted to know more.
Heeding the whisperings of the spirit on Yavin 4, he journeyed to Korriban, discovering the ruins of the Sith Academy and the Valley of the Dark Lords. He went to and fro, following the force, discovering all he could in the place of darkness. There he explored the dark side even further, following his intuition and the Sith Teachings he found on the ruined planet. Soon he had found his way into the new Sith Academy.
There he discovered the ways of the Sith, and constructed his first weapons. Although he had learned the ways of combat from the other disciplines before, he had never possessed a weapon of his own, choosing instead to wait before creating one. Now the choice was made. Kenneth Mori was destined to become a Dark Lord.
He excelled at the Academy, progressing ten times as fast as any other student. He took in everything he could from the place, learning and mastering everything his teachers could give him. He mastered every art, every form, each type of meditation, although he never allowed his own emotions to take control, as with every other student around him. He never liked the Academy or the people though, finding them to be arrogant, cruel, and foolish. Many a student attempted to duel him, seeing a weakling like Mori as an easy kill. Yet he never lost a single duel, and never saw defeat in any debate about the Force.
He graduated from the Academy, holding the records for least time required to attain a degree and highest marks. He drew the attention of the Admiral, who told him of a true Dark Lord of the Sith, someone who would allow Kenneth to finally master the ways of the Dark Side. He would set Kenneth towards his goals, and finally give him the power to truly help the galaxy. Kenneth accepted the offer.
Leaving Korriban, Kenneth Mori journeyed to Subterrel, ready to fulfill his destiny...
Lightsaber: A Light-spear, with a seven-foot mandalorian steel shaft laced with cortoisis, and a half-lightsaber blade at the tip. He also carries an energy shield similar to the ones employed by the Gungan Grand Army. The range and defensive abilities of the Light-Spear and Shield compensate for his lack of strength and physical ability. He also carries a curve-hilted single lightsaber, preferring the fencing-like form for it's ability and elegance, and because it requires the least amount of strength to use expertly.
Color: The spear, shield, and saber are all crimson in color.
Sample Post:
Paxis stood at the bridge of the Imperator, watching the battle unfold before him. He smiled, all was going exactly as he had planned. His fleet had arrayed itself in a bowl-shape, with the bottom end pointed at the Republic naval forces. They, seeing an opening, drove straight for the middle, hoping to pierce through and scatter his forces. The bottom of the bowl had slowly fallen back, though, and soon it had reversed itself, encompassing all but the very rear of the Republic force.
His reserves had taken care of that, coming about and attacking their flank, completing the sphere and totally surrounding the Republic fleet. Soon it would all be over.
The Dark Lord doubled over as a coughing fit tore through him.
Soon.
He straightened as the Captain approached. "My Lord, the enemy force is falling in on itself on all sides. We have them trapped. I have ordered the fleet to fully press the attack, and I have sent all our fighters into the Republic line."
Paxis arched an eyebrow. "And how many of our starfighters remain exactly?"
The Captain swallowed hard. "About half, milord."
Paxis sighed, turning back to the viewport. "You have failed me again, Captain. Time and again I have told you not to act rashly, or overconfidently, or to needlessly sacrifice my men. Do you want us to lose the entire Starfighter Corps?"
"Well no, milord..."
"Then why do you persist in making me seem like a fool?" Paxis reached out to the Force, focusing on the area around the Captain’s legs. A snap, and then another, and the Captain fell to the ground, howling in pain, both his femurs broken.
Paxis waited a moment, allowing the Captain revel in the agony. Then, suddenly, he took hold of the man with the Force, dampening the pain. "Captain, focus on me, hear me well. Learn this lesson. We are Sith, but we do not act as barbaric dark fools. We fight because we want openness, peace, a New Order, something the Republic and the Jedi do not understand and therefore reject. We are not arrogant, we are not overconfident, we are not box-thinkers, and we certainly do not willingly sacrifice our own loyal men. Do not do this to me again, Captain. I have been merciful this time."
"Yes, milord. Th-thank you, milord."
A short pause. He remembered his self-control. He rather liked the man really. He was a loyal servant, and a good ally. He shouldn't have abused the man like an enemy. That was no more advancing the cause than sending the Starfighter Corps. to their deaths. "I'm sorry, Captain. It shouldn't have been this way. But the lesson had to be learned. I apologize. Now, to the infirmary with you." The Captain was carried off, and Paxis turned to the next-in-command.
"Withdraw the Starfighters back to the protection of the Capital ships. Continue to press the attack, but do not sacrifice any men needlessly. We need all the soldiers we can get, we can't afford to lose any more than we absolutely have to. Remember, they are your brothers."
"Yes, Lord Paxis."
Still, Paxis couldn't keep the smile from his face. The plan was still going perfectly, and soon he would have the day.
He had won.
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
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1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
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1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
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1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
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-5 -4 -3 [-2] -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance: Tall and lanky, Paxis is a sickly man, pale and frail. He has dark hair and eyes, and a scar on his left shoulder from an accident as a young boy. Although noticeably weak in form, one does not even have to engage Paxis in conversation to see the strength and intelligence behind those dark eyes. He dresses in black Zeison Sha Master armor, with an utility belt for his various tools and gadgets and strapping on the back for his Lightspear and Shield.
Birth place: Carida
Faction: Sith
Rank: Dark Lord of the Sith, Apprentice to Darth Everos
Bio: Paxis came into the world as Kenneth Mori, on the planet Carida. At first he seemed to be a normal child, but at the age of five he was diagnosed with a rare lung disease. Over time, his lungs would slowly deteriorate, causing coughing fits, bouts of sickness, and feinting. The disease also hampered his body's ability to inject oxygen into his blood, cursing Kenneth with perpetual weakness and frailty. Surgeries, stimulants, drugs, and constant medical attention kept the boy alive and functioning, although he could never be normal.
Around the same time the boys parents discovered his amazing knack for learning. His physical lackings were more than compensated for by his amazing mind. Soon he was verified to be a genius, and his learning began in earnest. He loved academics; everything from novels to subatomic astrophysics caught his fancy. He absorbed everything he read. He acquired a degree in Physics and Aerospace Engineering at the age of 15, becoming one of the youngest Caridans to ever do so. At the same time he attended the Pilot Academy, coming out with degrees in Mechanics and Piloting.
His family was loving and supporting, although a bit strict and critical. His father believed in the child, and constantly told him of his calling to do great things, to become something, to help the Galaxy. His paternity helped to equip Kenneth with an open mind. The boy learned to love all things and to constantly think beyond himself. It made him a wise and understanding person, though at the same time opened the way for constant insecurity.
Soon after acquiring his degree the young man crossed paths with a Jedi Master, passing through on some mission from the JedI Council. The Jedi was drawn to the boys amazing strength in the Force, more well-endowed with the power than most Jedi Masters. His midichlorian count was off the charts, and so the Master brought the boy before the Council.
Almost as quickly as he was presented, Kenneth was rejected, being far too old to begin the training. He was crushed, and resigned himself to a fate as a nobody. But the JedI Master would not take no for an answer, and thusly began teaching the boy the Jedi ways in secret.
Kenneth advanced amazingly fast, gobbling up every bit of knowledge the Master could bestow upon him. In amazingly quick time he had learned everything the Master could give him, yet he wanted more.
He left Carida behind, stealing an academy L-Wing and traveling the galaxy in order to discover the secrets of other Force Adept organizations. In quick succession he studied and mastered the ways of the Sorcerers of Tund, Baran Do, Matukai, Zeison Sha, Jal Shey, Aing-Tii, and Fallanassi. Over time he grew to know and understand the Force on the deepest of levels, and constantly meditated and philosophized, pressing the boundaries of his knowledge. Soon he began to view the Force not as thing divided into the dark and light, but as an inherently good energy field that encompassed everything. It was not the dark side that created evil or corrupted a man, it was the darkness in the man's heart that created the perversion of the force. Thusly emotions such as anger, hate, fear, or sorrow were not inherently evil, as there was really no such thing as Evil. Such parts of sentience were to be accepted and used, not pushed away and feared.
Thus he sought finally to complete his understanding of the force by learning the ways of the Dark Side, the teachings of the Sith. He began on Dxun, discovering the tomb of Freedon Nadd and immersing himself in the dark energies there. He opened the door within himself to the Dark Side, although he never fell to temptation. He took all the knowledge he could from the place of evil, before journeying to Yavin 4.
There his training began in earnest. One again immersing himself in the dark energies, he began to hear a voice. The conversations were few and fleeting, and he never learned the identity of the ghost, but it bestowed upon him many secrets of the Sith. Combined with searching through the Dark Side of Yavin 4, Kenneth discovered a power he never imagined existed. He wanted to know more.
Heeding the whisperings of the spirit on Yavin 4, he journeyed to Korriban, discovering the ruins of the Sith Academy and the Valley of the Dark Lords. He went to and fro, following the force, discovering all he could in the place of darkness. There he explored the dark side even further, following his intuition and the Sith Teachings he found on the ruined planet. Soon he had found his way into the new Sith Academy.
There he discovered the ways of the Sith, and constructed his first weapons. Although he had learned the ways of combat from the other disciplines before, he had never possessed a weapon of his own, choosing instead to wait before creating one. Now the choice was made. Kenneth Mori was destined to become a Dark Lord.
He excelled at the Academy, progressing ten times as fast as any other student. He took in everything he could from the place, learning and mastering everything his teachers could give him. He mastered every art, every form, each type of meditation, although he never allowed his own emotions to take control, as with every other student around him. He never liked the Academy or the people though, finding them to be arrogant, cruel, and foolish. Many a student attempted to duel him, seeing a weakling like Mori as an easy kill. Yet he never lost a single duel, and never saw defeat in any debate about the Force.
He graduated from the Academy, holding the records for least time required to attain a degree and highest marks. He drew the attention of the Admiral, who told him of a true Dark Lord of the Sith, someone who would allow Kenneth to finally master the ways of the Dark Side. He would set Kenneth towards his goals, and finally give him the power to truly help the galaxy. Kenneth accepted the offer.
Leaving Korriban, Kenneth Mori journeyed to Subterrel, ready to fulfill his destiny...
Lightsaber: A Light-spear, with a seven-foot mandalorian steel shaft laced with cortoisis, and a half-lightsaber blade at the tip. He also carries an energy shield similar to the ones employed by the Gungan Grand Army. The range and defensive abilities of the Light-Spear and Shield compensate for his lack of strength and physical ability. He also carries a curve-hilted single lightsaber, preferring the fencing-like form for it's ability and elegance, and because it requires the least amount of strength to use expertly.
Color: The spear, shield, and saber are all crimson in color.
Sample Post:
Paxis stood at the bridge of the Imperator, watching the battle unfold before him. He smiled, all was going exactly as he had planned. His fleet had arrayed itself in a bowl-shape, with the bottom end pointed at the Republic naval forces. They, seeing an opening, drove straight for the middle, hoping to pierce through and scatter his forces. The bottom of the bowl had slowly fallen back, though, and soon it had reversed itself, encompassing all but the very rear of the Republic force.
His reserves had taken care of that, coming about and attacking their flank, completing the sphere and totally surrounding the Republic fleet. Soon it would all be over.
The Dark Lord doubled over as a coughing fit tore through him.
Soon.
He straightened as the Captain approached. "My Lord, the enemy force is falling in on itself on all sides. We have them trapped. I have ordered the fleet to fully press the attack, and I have sent all our fighters into the Republic line."
Paxis arched an eyebrow. "And how many of our starfighters remain exactly?"
The Captain swallowed hard. "About half, milord."
Paxis sighed, turning back to the viewport. "You have failed me again, Captain. Time and again I have told you not to act rashly, or overconfidently, or to needlessly sacrifice my men. Do you want us to lose the entire Starfighter Corps?"
"Well no, milord..."
"Then why do you persist in making me seem like a fool?" Paxis reached out to the Force, focusing on the area around the Captain’s legs. A snap, and then another, and the Captain fell to the ground, howling in pain, both his femurs broken.
Paxis waited a moment, allowing the Captain revel in the agony. Then, suddenly, he took hold of the man with the Force, dampening the pain. "Captain, focus on me, hear me well. Learn this lesson. We are Sith, but we do not act as barbaric dark fools. We fight because we want openness, peace, a New Order, something the Republic and the Jedi do not understand and therefore reject. We are not arrogant, we are not overconfident, we are not box-thinkers, and we certainly do not willingly sacrifice our own loyal men. Do not do this to me again, Captain. I have been merciful this time."
"Yes, milord. Th-thank you, milord."
A short pause. He remembered his self-control. He rather liked the man really. He was a loyal servant, and a good ally. He shouldn't have abused the man like an enemy. That was no more advancing the cause than sending the Starfighter Corps. to their deaths. "I'm sorry, Captain. It shouldn't have been this way. But the lesson had to be learned. I apologize. Now, to the infirmary with you." The Captain was carried off, and Paxis turned to the next-in-command.
"Withdraw the Starfighters back to the protection of the Capital ships. Continue to press the attack, but do not sacrifice any men needlessly. We need all the soldiers we can get, we can't afford to lose any more than we absolutely have to. Remember, they are your brothers."
"Yes, Lord Paxis."
Still, Paxis couldn't keep the smile from his face. The plan was still going perfectly, and soon he would have the day.
He had won.
Physical Strength (ability to lift objects, and overall muscle mass)
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1 [2] 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Mind Power (this includes knowledge/wisdom/strategy)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Force Aptitude (the ability to listen, and use the force)
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10]
Speed (covers agility, quickness, and overall speed)
-------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Swordsmanship (covers Lightsabers, and melee weapons)
--------------------------------------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 [9] 10
Weapons (covers all other weapons, blasters and the like)
------------------------------------------------------------------
1 2 [3] 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Force Alignment
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-5 -4 -3 [-2] -1 0 1 2 3 4 5
