Post by Kaz Klar on Apr 8, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5
Name: Kaz Klar
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6 Foot 5
Weight: 250
Appearance: Kaz was a tall and built individual. His favorite attire was just a black battle skirt that allowed for freeflow form and movement. He wore no shirt and was bald. Only a little fatial hair from time to time would appear on his face. (picture coming soon)
Birth place: Aeton, City of Cest
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Neophyte
Bio: Birth/Childlife
Kaz was born on Aaeton in the small City of Cest. (Pronounced Kest) Located in the Galactic Core Aaeton was constantly used as a "short stop" by Republic and Fringers alike. Illegal smuggling was rarley herd of because of the constant security sweeps, though things did get through from time to time. Kaz's father, Jace, was a security officer in the Cest Space Port. Being employed for 4 years, he had never run into a problem. Around the time of his 5th anniversary as a guard, his wife Aridean, became pregnant. 9 standard months later Aridean gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Jace took off the next few months to help with the initial care of his newborn son. Around this time is when the economy began to suffer. Transports had begun to use a closer and more advanced planet than Aaeton. Inflation began to take effect causing even dedicated users to change their destinations. The government began to loose control of their economy as the value of the credit began to fall. Many of those who were unable to live under the new conditions began to smuggle. Jace refused to come back to work untill his designated start date even when pleaded by his administrators. When Jace was going to bed early to get back to work. Kaz was 4 months old and Aridean was able to handle him for the time period Jace would be away. The next day Jace awoke with a terrible headache, the death of his best friend haunted him in a dream, thus leaving him unable to go in. Jace commed in his situation requesting one more day when in the backround he heard blaster fire. Smugglers had started a resistance against the security. The news of the attack reached the holonet causing some civilians to join in the cause. The starport security was unable to stop the mob, leaving the starport in their hands for 2 days. During those 48 hours, most of the personel held hostage were executed or tortured. Kaz cried during the whole rebellion, and stopped when armed republic forces took back the starport. Jace lost his all of his companions during the assault, he had a strong sense of guilt and grief over the loss. Jace never returned to work at the spaceport, instead he jus headed to the local cantina every day and drank his problems away. The following two years were hell for Kaz and his mother. Jace's mood would swing violently between anger, sadness, and desperation. Jace would beat up Aridean and when Kaz started to cry from the screaming, his father would shake him violently, sometimes rendering Kaz unconciouse. Kaz eventually fell into coma from the abuse. Very frail and unstable the surgons were not sure they could save him. Fortunatly Kaz was able to make it out of recovery, but not without a scar. The trama from the experience left his eyes bloodshot and ability to recieve information was limited. Doctors did not know if the effect would ever go away. Kaz was returned home roughly 8 months later. In that time Aridean and Jace had seperated, leaving Kaz without a father for his early years. Kaz started the pre-Cest Academy at the age of 5. There he would learn the basics of languages. Trandosian would later become his favorite since the using of hisssing sounds. Though unable to learn as fast Kaz was a very talented reader, and was particularly interested in the Mandalorians. First through the "coolness" of their armor, and as Kaz grew he became more admirable at them for their stunning tactics and honor. Kaz wore a small pair of goggles over his eyes both to help treat the redness and to avoid taungting. Though unfortunatly a group of bullies gathered around Kaz one afternoon and ripped the goggles off having his eyes exposed for the first time..
From there Kaz never had fun at the Academy. Constant teasing and humiliation drifted him into a depression at age 12. Dead eye was a common name to him, it was a mix between jokes about deathsticks and his eyes. Concerned for her baby boy, Aridea talked to a counsular about his depression. The counsular asked about what Kaz's interests were, Aridea responded by tellin all about his fasination with the mandalorians. The counsular proposed Kaz take some fighting classes, possibly later to become a soilder of the Republic. When announced to Kaz, he grabbed the idea firmly. Unbeknownst to Aridea, Kaz thought the opportunity would be great to get back at those who made his life miserable, the bullies...his dad. 13 years old Kaz was accepted into the pre-traning clasess for the Cest Security Force (or CSF). Aeton did not have a united military, rather a series of trained security forces following the same rules for ease of unision during a war. Kaz entered the training class ready not ready for what was infront of him. His drill sergeant hammered on Kaz and constantly made crude remarks of his eyes. Unable to do anything about it, Kaz took the abuse just as he had his fathers. About one month into training is when the class actually picked up a weapon. Blaster pistols represented those of a DL-40 variant and carbines of the E-11. All melee weapons were vibro, though the motor used to make the weapon vibrate had been removed. The first class was shooting. The blasters had a lock on them only emmitting enough energy to bruise the skin. Shooting didnt go well at all for Kaz, he was never able to get the feel of the weapons or able to hold them steady. For him, they were too small and unbalanced. Many of the classmates made fun of him for his lack of ability to fire a blaster. Stupid was a lighter word used on occasion. Kaz tried practicing at home but to no luck, it seemed he would not be cut out for the Forces being unable to fire a blaster. Ranged weapon training had come to a close with Kaz barley passing above minimal standards. That week Kaz began to have nightmares, very strong and realistic nightmares. Memories of his father filled his head during the night causing him to wake up sweating. Others involved his classmates cornering him and laughing. The most particular dream always came right before he woke up. A person, man or woman he could not tell, stood over his bed hand crossed but covered by a robe. Unable to move Kaz would try to call for help but no sound ever came, The man would reach out with his right hand unable to see the from the shadow and cover Kaz's forehead. A deep red light would appear from where his eyes would be, Kaz would jolt up at this point 3 minuets before his alarm. The dreams before this would vary each day there on but the figure in the robe was always the same.
So Begins the Dreams
The next week came about with the dreams still as potent as ever. Kaz tried to focus on the new training for this was melee, his favorite to read about with mandalorians. Tales of blademasters and their deadly assault intruiged him to stay focused. Students in the class were given a choice of which weapon they would prefere to start out with. While most of the students chose either the single sword or the unarmed blaster fist, Kaz strode to the right of the cluster of weapons. Staring at the weapon infront of him, Kaz began to daydream. Two blades slightly smaller than their vibrosword counterparts reached out from the handle. Taking the sword in hand it felt heavy, yet balanced. The syntetic material used to wrap the hilt was cold, apparently not many people used this weapon. Kaz spun the weapon in a twirling motion watching as the blades caught the light of the surrounding lamps. The training sergant put a hand on Kaz's left shoulder causing him to flinch and drop the weapon. To Kaz's amazement both blades retracted leaving only the brown hilt. "Pick up your weapon and follow me kid, your the first to pick up one of those as a trainee." Snipped the sergeant. Kaz picked up the hilt, now more heavy due to the blades in it, and followed the sergeant closly behind. Kaz watched out of the corner of his eye the students going into their appropriate lockers for combat gear. Following the Sergeant, Kaz could barley hear the voices of his classmates behind him as they headed down the hall into a simular room. Kaz opened the door and put on the saftey gear. It was slightly heavier than the blaster gear since it had to protect himself and his enemy from the blades. Kaz slipped on the chestpeice then shoulders, biceps, leggings, gloves, and helmet. For the first time in his life he felt a sense of control. Kaz entered the training room alone while the sergeant had gone ahead of him to inform his instructor. The room had a domed ceiling attatched to a cylindarish set of walls. The floor benieth him was rugged and difficult to walk on. Looking up from his feat he saw that some areas were smooth, looking slippery, and others were rocky. Kaz stood for a few moments before flopping to the floor and continuing to examine his blade. He imagined himself weraing a full suit of Mandalorian armor following his comrads in battle. Examining the hilt more closly Kaz saw what had triggered the blades to retract. Two buttons were mounted on either sides of the hilt. Kaz pressed both buttons and watched as his blades shot out. Kaz's trainer walked into the room givin Kaz an honorable salute. "Greetings Kaz, my name is Iridian, I'll be your instructor for the Dual Bladed Vibro-sword. This is one of the more advanced weapons, much harder to handle. From looking at your ranged scores...oh, um kid, you might wanna go and try a single blade or unarmed combat." Kaz looked utterly supprised. "Your scores in the ranged category are barely above passing, I doubt you will get anything out of this." Kaz's sense of power was gone, in just a few words he had gone from strong-willed to weak minded. Devistated but determined Kaz requested that he at least try before switching classes. To Iridian's amazement Kaz was able to grasp the few conceps of balance and baisc swings. Training continued for the next several months and Kaz's skills multiplied rapidly.
The Hunt
Kaz was eventually promoted to Aeton's elite Melee Guard. His unique fighting style countered anyone else on the guard with him, even his commander. Small riots broke out every now and then but overall the Milita was rather boring. The dreams had never gone away, he had only been avoiding them. During a small calm era on Aeton, a small group of anti-intergalactic rebels had banned together to keep Aeton out of the loop. The intial attack were on the shuttle ports scattered through Aeton. Most looked like accidents untill they started to occur more often. An investigation team had gone missing while in search of these "terrorists." The Blade-Guard of Aeton received orders of their location and where told to eliminate all and any non-military personell in the area. The Blade-guard rode in on stealth swoops about 50 m outside of the base. The air was quiet as the group approached their targeted destination. roughly 10 meters away from the base wall, Kaz's dreams snapped him. The image of the figure in his dreams appeared before him and again looked him directly in the eye. The figures hand reached above Kaz's head and placed it on his helmet. Pain jolted through Kaz, visions of death and fire filled his head. Kaz released a howling scream which alerted the proximity sensors. The visions moved on to one of his father and mother. She was screaming, trying to get away, his father with a knife in hand chased her to the kitchen. He was there, he followed them and watched as his mother turned around. Fear was in her eyes and her attention was drawn away from Jace onto himself. "Run Kaz" she screamed out as the knife peirced her upper chest. Jace turned around. Blood was splattered all over his face. "Your next boy," he mumbled.
Kaz snapped back into reality down in a ditch being fired upon by the sensory turrets and now moving resistance. His general had signaled for backup. Looking around Kaz noticed a small vent on the outside of the base, the group ran and cut through the vent with ease. Orders were direct to eliminate anyone inside. The slaughter hand begun. Women and Children, men and boys, all killed as they tried to flee or reach for anything they could fight with. The group stormed the control room only to find it empty. The Controls were all in disabled and there was no information on any of the datapads. "We have been tricked!" Kaz bellowed. "This was a refugee, not a resistance base." The other guards looked puzzled. "Look here, these data storage units are blank, not because they have been erased but because there was nothing on them!" Kaz slammed his fist onto the counter. A small peice of paper caught Kaz's eye, he picked it up to read it. "See you at home son." Kaz flipped the paper over, the back of the paper caused him to tremble. Signed in what appeared to be a red ink was "-Jace."
Sprinting out of the shelter, Kaz hopped on his speeder bike and blazed through the forest into the city of Cest. Kaz jumped out of the speeder, letting it crash into the building infront of him. Screams filled the streets, but one in particular caught his ear. His mother was in danger. Kaz ran inside his house and went exactly where his vision had lead him. Kaz saw Jace's leg go into the kitchen door. Running after him his mother turned around. "Run Kaz!" The knife when into her chest. "NO!" Kaz yelled as his mother hit the floor. Jace turned around. "Your next boy." Kaz could feel his eyes begin to redden, as teh blood surged through his veins. His grip tightend on his weapon as he carefully put his feet shoulder-width apart. Jace lunged at Kaz's head. Kaz parried and sent his father stumbling into a glass cabinent. Jace's arm was badly cut, he had begun to bleed profusly. "Aeton, Cest, its all a lie!" Jace stumbled to say. "We are being controlled, like puppets, we are not free, we will never be free!" Jace lunged at Kaz again but dropped the knife then grabbed it with his other hand and cut Kaz's leg. Kaz dropped to the floor wrentching in pain. Even more angry than before Kaz used an upswing to disemember his fathers arm. Jace fell back almost unconcious. Kaz now stood on both feet, he dropped his weapon and walked towards his dying father. "No please, have mercy." his father pleaded. Kaz grabbed his father by the throat and proceded to break his other arm. Bringing his fathers' ear closer to his mouth Kaz whispered. "For you, for any resistance, there is no mercy." Out of instinct Kaz pulled his fathers head and came eye to eye with him. Almost in a flash Jace lay on the floor screaming for a few seconds before ignighting on fire. Watching his father burn on the floor gave a sense of completion to Kaz. The man from his dreams appeared over his fathers burning body. "Korriban!" it yelled. Kaz knew where he had to go, his journy was to await him.
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-n/a
Ataru -n/a
Shien / Djem So-n/a
Double Bladed Combat-n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1 *other than Death Sight*
Specialized Skills: Death Sight, Drain Knowledge, Levitation
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 8
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -5
Race: Human
Age: 19
Height: 6 Foot 5
Weight: 250
Appearance: Kaz was a tall and built individual. His favorite attire was just a black battle skirt that allowed for freeflow form and movement. He wore no shirt and was bald. Only a little fatial hair from time to time would appear on his face. (picture coming soon)
Birth place: Aeton, City of Cest
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Neophyte
Bio: Birth/Childlife
Kaz was born on Aaeton in the small City of Cest. (Pronounced Kest) Located in the Galactic Core Aaeton was constantly used as a "short stop" by Republic and Fringers alike. Illegal smuggling was rarley herd of because of the constant security sweeps, though things did get through from time to time. Kaz's father, Jace, was a security officer in the Cest Space Port. Being employed for 4 years, he had never run into a problem. Around the time of his 5th anniversary as a guard, his wife Aridean, became pregnant. 9 standard months later Aridean gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Jace took off the next few months to help with the initial care of his newborn son. Around this time is when the economy began to suffer. Transports had begun to use a closer and more advanced planet than Aaeton. Inflation began to take effect causing even dedicated users to change their destinations. The government began to loose control of their economy as the value of the credit began to fall. Many of those who were unable to live under the new conditions began to smuggle. Jace refused to come back to work untill his designated start date even when pleaded by his administrators. When Jace was going to bed early to get back to work. Kaz was 4 months old and Aridean was able to handle him for the time period Jace would be away. The next day Jace awoke with a terrible headache, the death of his best friend haunted him in a dream, thus leaving him unable to go in. Jace commed in his situation requesting one more day when in the backround he heard blaster fire. Smugglers had started a resistance against the security. The news of the attack reached the holonet causing some civilians to join in the cause. The starport security was unable to stop the mob, leaving the starport in their hands for 2 days. During those 48 hours, most of the personel held hostage were executed or tortured. Kaz cried during the whole rebellion, and stopped when armed republic forces took back the starport. Jace lost his all of his companions during the assault, he had a strong sense of guilt and grief over the loss. Jace never returned to work at the spaceport, instead he jus headed to the local cantina every day and drank his problems away. The following two years were hell for Kaz and his mother. Jace's mood would swing violently between anger, sadness, and desperation. Jace would beat up Aridean and when Kaz started to cry from the screaming, his father would shake him violently, sometimes rendering Kaz unconciouse. Kaz eventually fell into coma from the abuse. Very frail and unstable the surgons were not sure they could save him. Fortunatly Kaz was able to make it out of recovery, but not without a scar. The trama from the experience left his eyes bloodshot and ability to recieve information was limited. Doctors did not know if the effect would ever go away. Kaz was returned home roughly 8 months later. In that time Aridean and Jace had seperated, leaving Kaz without a father for his early years. Kaz started the pre-Cest Academy at the age of 5. There he would learn the basics of languages. Trandosian would later become his favorite since the using of hisssing sounds. Though unable to learn as fast Kaz was a very talented reader, and was particularly interested in the Mandalorians. First through the "coolness" of their armor, and as Kaz grew he became more admirable at them for their stunning tactics and honor. Kaz wore a small pair of goggles over his eyes both to help treat the redness and to avoid taungting. Though unfortunatly a group of bullies gathered around Kaz one afternoon and ripped the goggles off having his eyes exposed for the first time..
From there Kaz never had fun at the Academy. Constant teasing and humiliation drifted him into a depression at age 12. Dead eye was a common name to him, it was a mix between jokes about deathsticks and his eyes. Concerned for her baby boy, Aridea talked to a counsular about his depression. The counsular asked about what Kaz's interests were, Aridea responded by tellin all about his fasination with the mandalorians. The counsular proposed Kaz take some fighting classes, possibly later to become a soilder of the Republic. When announced to Kaz, he grabbed the idea firmly. Unbeknownst to Aridea, Kaz thought the opportunity would be great to get back at those who made his life miserable, the bullies...his dad. 13 years old Kaz was accepted into the pre-traning clasess for the Cest Security Force (or CSF). Aeton did not have a united military, rather a series of trained security forces following the same rules for ease of unision during a war. Kaz entered the training class ready not ready for what was infront of him. His drill sergeant hammered on Kaz and constantly made crude remarks of his eyes. Unable to do anything about it, Kaz took the abuse just as he had his fathers. About one month into training is when the class actually picked up a weapon. Blaster pistols represented those of a DL-40 variant and carbines of the E-11. All melee weapons were vibro, though the motor used to make the weapon vibrate had been removed. The first class was shooting. The blasters had a lock on them only emmitting enough energy to bruise the skin. Shooting didnt go well at all for Kaz, he was never able to get the feel of the weapons or able to hold them steady. For him, they were too small and unbalanced. Many of the classmates made fun of him for his lack of ability to fire a blaster. Stupid was a lighter word used on occasion. Kaz tried practicing at home but to no luck, it seemed he would not be cut out for the Forces being unable to fire a blaster. Ranged weapon training had come to a close with Kaz barley passing above minimal standards. That week Kaz began to have nightmares, very strong and realistic nightmares. Memories of his father filled his head during the night causing him to wake up sweating. Others involved his classmates cornering him and laughing. The most particular dream always came right before he woke up. A person, man or woman he could not tell, stood over his bed hand crossed but covered by a robe. Unable to move Kaz would try to call for help but no sound ever came, The man would reach out with his right hand unable to see the from the shadow and cover Kaz's forehead. A deep red light would appear from where his eyes would be, Kaz would jolt up at this point 3 minuets before his alarm. The dreams before this would vary each day there on but the figure in the robe was always the same.
So Begins the Dreams
The next week came about with the dreams still as potent as ever. Kaz tried to focus on the new training for this was melee, his favorite to read about with mandalorians. Tales of blademasters and their deadly assault intruiged him to stay focused. Students in the class were given a choice of which weapon they would prefere to start out with. While most of the students chose either the single sword or the unarmed blaster fist, Kaz strode to the right of the cluster of weapons. Staring at the weapon infront of him, Kaz began to daydream. Two blades slightly smaller than their vibrosword counterparts reached out from the handle. Taking the sword in hand it felt heavy, yet balanced. The syntetic material used to wrap the hilt was cold, apparently not many people used this weapon. Kaz spun the weapon in a twirling motion watching as the blades caught the light of the surrounding lamps. The training sergant put a hand on Kaz's left shoulder causing him to flinch and drop the weapon. To Kaz's amazement both blades retracted leaving only the brown hilt. "Pick up your weapon and follow me kid, your the first to pick up one of those as a trainee." Snipped the sergeant. Kaz picked up the hilt, now more heavy due to the blades in it, and followed the sergeant closly behind. Kaz watched out of the corner of his eye the students going into their appropriate lockers for combat gear. Following the Sergeant, Kaz could barley hear the voices of his classmates behind him as they headed down the hall into a simular room. Kaz opened the door and put on the saftey gear. It was slightly heavier than the blaster gear since it had to protect himself and his enemy from the blades. Kaz slipped on the chestpeice then shoulders, biceps, leggings, gloves, and helmet. For the first time in his life he felt a sense of control. Kaz entered the training room alone while the sergeant had gone ahead of him to inform his instructor. The room had a domed ceiling attatched to a cylindarish set of walls. The floor benieth him was rugged and difficult to walk on. Looking up from his feat he saw that some areas were smooth, looking slippery, and others were rocky. Kaz stood for a few moments before flopping to the floor and continuing to examine his blade. He imagined himself weraing a full suit of Mandalorian armor following his comrads in battle. Examining the hilt more closly Kaz saw what had triggered the blades to retract. Two buttons were mounted on either sides of the hilt. Kaz pressed both buttons and watched as his blades shot out. Kaz's trainer walked into the room givin Kaz an honorable salute. "Greetings Kaz, my name is Iridian, I'll be your instructor for the Dual Bladed Vibro-sword. This is one of the more advanced weapons, much harder to handle. From looking at your ranged scores...oh, um kid, you might wanna go and try a single blade or unarmed combat." Kaz looked utterly supprised. "Your scores in the ranged category are barely above passing, I doubt you will get anything out of this." Kaz's sense of power was gone, in just a few words he had gone from strong-willed to weak minded. Devistated but determined Kaz requested that he at least try before switching classes. To Iridian's amazement Kaz was able to grasp the few conceps of balance and baisc swings. Training continued for the next several months and Kaz's skills multiplied rapidly.
The Hunt
Kaz was eventually promoted to Aeton's elite Melee Guard. His unique fighting style countered anyone else on the guard with him, even his commander. Small riots broke out every now and then but overall the Milita was rather boring. The dreams had never gone away, he had only been avoiding them. During a small calm era on Aeton, a small group of anti-intergalactic rebels had banned together to keep Aeton out of the loop. The intial attack were on the shuttle ports scattered through Aeton. Most looked like accidents untill they started to occur more often. An investigation team had gone missing while in search of these "terrorists." The Blade-Guard of Aeton received orders of their location and where told to eliminate all and any non-military personell in the area. The Blade-guard rode in on stealth swoops about 50 m outside of the base. The air was quiet as the group approached their targeted destination. roughly 10 meters away from the base wall, Kaz's dreams snapped him. The image of the figure in his dreams appeared before him and again looked him directly in the eye. The figures hand reached above Kaz's head and placed it on his helmet. Pain jolted through Kaz, visions of death and fire filled his head. Kaz released a howling scream which alerted the proximity sensors. The visions moved on to one of his father and mother. She was screaming, trying to get away, his father with a knife in hand chased her to the kitchen. He was there, he followed them and watched as his mother turned around. Fear was in her eyes and her attention was drawn away from Jace onto himself. "Run Kaz" she screamed out as the knife peirced her upper chest. Jace turned around. Blood was splattered all over his face. "Your next boy," he mumbled.
Kaz snapped back into reality down in a ditch being fired upon by the sensory turrets and now moving resistance. His general had signaled for backup. Looking around Kaz noticed a small vent on the outside of the base, the group ran and cut through the vent with ease. Orders were direct to eliminate anyone inside. The slaughter hand begun. Women and Children, men and boys, all killed as they tried to flee or reach for anything they could fight with. The group stormed the control room only to find it empty. The Controls were all in disabled and there was no information on any of the datapads. "We have been tricked!" Kaz bellowed. "This was a refugee, not a resistance base." The other guards looked puzzled. "Look here, these data storage units are blank, not because they have been erased but because there was nothing on them!" Kaz slammed his fist onto the counter. A small peice of paper caught Kaz's eye, he picked it up to read it. "See you at home son." Kaz flipped the paper over, the back of the paper caused him to tremble. Signed in what appeared to be a red ink was "-Jace."
Sprinting out of the shelter, Kaz hopped on his speeder bike and blazed through the forest into the city of Cest. Kaz jumped out of the speeder, letting it crash into the building infront of him. Screams filled the streets, but one in particular caught his ear. His mother was in danger. Kaz ran inside his house and went exactly where his vision had lead him. Kaz saw Jace's leg go into the kitchen door. Running after him his mother turned around. "Run Kaz!" The knife when into her chest. "NO!" Kaz yelled as his mother hit the floor. Jace turned around. "Your next boy." Kaz could feel his eyes begin to redden, as teh blood surged through his veins. His grip tightend on his weapon as he carefully put his feet shoulder-width apart. Jace lunged at Kaz's head. Kaz parried and sent his father stumbling into a glass cabinent. Jace's arm was badly cut, he had begun to bleed profusly. "Aeton, Cest, its all a lie!" Jace stumbled to say. "We are being controlled, like puppets, we are not free, we will never be free!" Jace lunged at Kaz again but dropped the knife then grabbed it with his other hand and cut Kaz's leg. Kaz dropped to the floor wrentching in pain. Even more angry than before Kaz used an upswing to disemember his fathers arm. Jace fell back almost unconcious. Kaz now stood on both feet, he dropped his weapon and walked towards his dying father. "No please, have mercy." his father pleaded. Kaz grabbed his father by the throat and proceded to break his other arm. Bringing his fathers' ear closer to his mouth Kaz whispered. "For you, for any resistance, there is no mercy." Out of instinct Kaz pulled his fathers head and came eye to eye with him. Almost in a flash Jace lay on the floor screaming for a few seconds before ignighting on fire. Watching his father burn on the floor gave a sense of completion to Kaz. The man from his dreams appeared over his fathers burning body. "Korriban!" it yelled. Kaz knew where he had to go, his journy was to await him.
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-n/a
Ataru -n/a
Shien / Djem So-n/a
Double Bladed Combat-n/a
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 3
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 1 *other than Death Sight*
Specialized Skills: Death Sight, Drain Knowledge, Levitation
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 8
Intelligence: 10
Speed: 8
Leadership: 2
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 8
Ranged Weapons: 2
Force Attunement: -5
