Post by Marius on Jan 29, 2008 2:26:15 GMT -5
Name: Mariani “Mari” (The R is rolled) Velsu’cith
Race: Falleen
Age: 50
Height: 1.8 Meters (6’ 2”)
Weight: 190 pounds
Appearance: Like all of her race, Mariani is a being of perfect symmetry and beauty. The small perfectly ovular scales that adorn her figure are colored a light green, slightly tinged with gray. Her eyes are a stunning violet, which offset the glossy raven of what hair that resides upon her head. The Falleen’s bed of hair spans the apex of her skull to near the base; it is slightly coarser than human hair, but much stronger. She is sleekly muscled, the result being her smaller-sized breasts and narrow hips becoming more pronounced.
Mari’s face is generally heart shaped like most of her species, with upturned rounder than almond shaped eyes, the lids usually painted with a deep violet. Her jaw line is sharp, with a rounded chin; the ridges on her cheeks are sleeker than the males of her race, and many females, being slightly risen lines that cut up vertically to point to where the tips of ears would be on other races. She lacks the prominent brow ridges that many female have, the edges of which only extend to the midst of her brow-line. Her lips are full, yet are barely bowed, they are usually adorned with a thin layer of a darker orange.
The Talons of her fingers are usually glossed with a clear hardening gloss, and filed to points.
The garb of the Falleen female varies highly depending upon the occasion, or mood, which she wishes to set.
Personality: Like most Falleen, Mari has a severe superiority complex, yet it does not show, as like the rest of her race, she has mastered her emotions, only letting those that aid in her power come out. She has come a long way from the emotionally dead girl she once was, in the last 10 years having slipped steadily into the Dark-Side. She hungers for more power, and employs whatever means necessary to overcome her opponents. This is, unless another Jedi is present. To maintain her cover as a faithful Jedi Shadow, the Sith Assassin masks her force presence, and acts as expected, the malice burning deep within her façade.
She is generally haughty, yet quiet. One to show what she means physically, Mari is emotive by small gestures when she wishes for people to know how she wants them to think how she feels. She has a disdain for using her inborn pheromones, however when her control slips, they tend to be exuded naturally, signifying the strain in control she is exerting.
Overall, Mariani is a very constrained presence, which many falsely attribute to her specie nature, and her life spent spying, infiltrating, and hiding in plain sight.
Birthplace: Falleen
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Sith Assassin
Bio: Mariani was born to nobility. Her childhood was composed of the training that those of her race endure, to master their innate abilities. By the age of 10, Mari had mastered such things, easily controlling the emotions and thought processes that allow her to change the color of her scales, and emit the powerful pheromones, which are unique to her race. However, unlike a good portion of her those her age, Mariani showed many signs of being force adept. As it is Falleen nature to flaunt superiority, her family immediately sent the young woman to the Jedi Academy, bragging that their daughter would one day be a great Jedi Master.
It was shown that she was indeed Force Adept, and her training began immediately. Her experience was far easier in the early years than many of the other students, her race naturally reserved to shows of emotion. However, Mari was only mediocre at the abilities of telekinesis and telepathy, her strengths being stealth and battle. It took only two years for a Jedi Knight to take her as a padawan, Nestylia Kartashiiy, a Jedi Shadow and fellow Falleen.
Mari’s journey through life with her master was not an easy one. The older female pushed her hard, yet it comforted the padawan that Nestylia did what she could to ensure that the younger Falleen would become a strong Jedi. The lack of emotional connection that is prevalent in Falleen culture never fully permitted the two to bond to the extent that many other pairs do, never the less, Mari held her mentor in the highest regard, respecting and revering the woman far greater than anyone else Mariani would ever meet in her life.
Nestylia taught her padawan the arts of stealth, something that their race is fluent in, aiding her in the many ventures in which the young Jedi must have hid whilst her Master carried out the harder or more dangerous parts of their work. As she grew older, and her stealth abilities greater, Mariani was sent to gather information, plant listening devices, things that were easier for the much smaller Falleen to accomplish; although such tasks were probably easier done through the Shadow’s force powers, she exploited them as opportunities for her student to learn and grow.
Aside from such, Mari’s master was an adept combatant with the Lightsaber, and trained highly with her student in the arts. Once Shii-Cho was mastered, Nestylia taught her student the universal form of Niman. It was around this time that the pair had started investigating a small, yet vastly secretive Dark-Side organization. The organization called itself Light Vipers, in reference to their concentration upon Lightsaber abilities, practicing many of the rare forms and using even rarer Lightsabers, and not their Force Affiliation.
It was this time in her training that Nestylia taught Mariani the Force art of Psychometry. The power, generally looked down upon by the Council, was a necessary tool in many of the activities that a Jedi Shadow engaged in, often greatly needed to track the groups that they pursued. Yet, Nestylia let Mariani ‘touch’ only items that she herself had ‘touched’ first, the Master herself only ‘touching’ a select few items, making sure that there was no chance a strong Dark-Side energy resided in it.
It was the twenty-first year of Mari’s life when the duo tracked the Light Vipers to their stronghold, located deep within the undercity of the planet Commenor. To say the least, the abilities of Cult were greatly over-exaggerated, and the two Jedi easily overwhelmed the membership, compromised of 8 members, two being nothing more than leaders of medium sized gangs. Another three were grown-up younglings who had been cast out of the Order because of various reasons. The final three, Force-Sensitives, who the three had “trained”, attacked them first, their poorly constructed Lightsabers lasted only a few minuets against the Jedi’s blades. The Gang leaders, who were the ones who spread outrageous rumors about the group’s prowess, probably to scare their subordinates, ran outright. The three once-younglings did their best to match the skills of the Shadow and her apprentice, yet only succeeded in getting a lucky blow on Nestylia, a stab wound through her hip.
The whole ordeal proved to be a supreme waste of time. It was also the first step down the Dark-Side for Mariani. Her Falleen sense of superiority was concreted in her mind, the knowledge that the human students never even began padawan training, and after all of this time had proved to be such poor opponents, demonstrated the ideal that had been planted in her mind at such a young age perfectly.
The master and student returned to the Jedi Academy, where, at the recommendation of Nestylia, the twenty- one year old was presented with Knightship. Instead of her master making her a Lightsaber, the Shadow presented her student with a Jenruax crystal, identical to her own. The next month and a half the newly Knighted Jedi labored on creating her perfect Lightsaber.
The next fifteen years of her life, Mariani worked still with Nestylia, uncovering agents of the Sith and other Dark-side cults. Seven years into the fifteen, her master was granted the title of Jedi Master. Leaving Mariani often to journey by herself whilst Nestylia dealt with other duties.
At the age of 37, still considered young for Falleen, Mari’s mentor passed away. The woman had only been in her 120s, yet it seemed that a combination of a small amount of damage to her kidney, a flu-like virus, and a particularly harsh fall did irreparable damage to the body of Nestylia. Her master took the final time few weeks of her life to record a Holocron, and requested someone to tell Mariani to return back. It took a long time to contact the Shadow, as she was deep undercover infiltrating a tribe of Dark-Side Wielders on a remote planet on the rim. She returned for the final days of her master’s life. Despite uncharacteristic pleas for healers to do something more, the Order merely let the Master Jedi Shadow join the Force, as she wished, her student receiving her Lightsaber.
It did not make sense to Mari that such a strong being, especially a Falleen in the prime of their life, could perish in such a way. Suspecting perhaps some sort of subterfuge, Mariani employed Psychometry in ways that it was not supposed to use. She experienced the harsh emotions that were embedded in clothing, the visions of a violent passion in the sleeping chamber of her elder, she tasted the death upon the vibroknifes Nestylia used on occasion to slice throats silently. Yet none of the results that Mariani required, nothing that she needed.
The Jedi Knight went to the Council, and demanded a full on investigation. They insisted that her master would have mentioned if she had been poisoned, or lead to her untimely demise in any other manner than that which had seemingly over taken her.
Yet, not one Falleen was upon the Jedi Council. Most who composed it were of highly lesser species, in her eyes. Their lack of compliance lead Mari to believe that perhaps it was they who had wished the death of Nestylia, recognizing her threat to their power, her obvious Falleen superiority. A knot of steel grew inside the Jedi Shadow, a resolve to learn what else she could from the Jedi, to raise to the level of Master, and use the training of her master to infiltrate the Council and remove its obvious weakness from tainting the rest of the Jedi Order.
From that point on, Mariani has been training in becoming stronger, following out solo missions as a Jedi Shadow, perhaps now more aptly named a Sith Assassin, employing no constraint in her actions, ruthlessly killing and testing out new Lightsaber techniques, having modified her old master’s saber into a shoto, short Lightsaber, she is close to mastering the Jar’Kai form.
Lightsaber: One normal sized Lightsaber and one shoto size Lightsaber. Both have Jenruax crystals, enhancing the agility of the blades.
Color: Brownish Red
Forms: Shii-Cho, Niman, Jar'Kai
Force Powers: Force Cloak, Force Concealment, Psychometry, Basic Telekinesis and Telepathy
RP Sample:
The white clad figure stood in the doorway, keen violent eyes shining in the half light of yet another soon to be forgotten morning, the human in the bed’s last. A flowing brown cloak adorned her sumptuous figure, full painted lips pursed as the nearly vulpine gaze perused the half-clad pale form that lay sprawled across the bed. Clawed fingertips traced the many lines and curves that composed the larger of her weapons metallic hilts, the noise hardly noticeable.
Yet the noise made the wheaten haired male shiver in his slumber, pockmarked face turning upward to let the faint light of the glow panels on the ceiling illuminate the nearly delicate angle of his jawbone. The man could have once been considered mildly handsome, but years of spice use and hard living had warped the looks into nothing but drab. The squat toe at the end of his calloused foot wiggled slightly, the foot then retracting to hide in the grimy, what was once ivory, sheets.
At this unconscious movement, the Falleen Dark Jedi smiled. With unerring grace and agility, she silently padded forward, lithe boot-clad feet making contact with the dirt-encrusted plasteel of the dingy inn. Yet such things could not be observed by the man in the bed, even if he were awake, or a force-sensitive, as Mariani always took the precaution to hide all aspects of herself in such a situation, especially in such an errand as this. She positioned herself at the edge of the sleeping pad, and lowered herself onto her haunches, heart shaped reptilian face close to that of the human, holding her breath.
If the human would have awoken, and had been able to see her, he surely would have thought that he was still dreaming, and his dream was going to take a largely erotic turn. Yet such a thought would have been stopped instantly, for however beautiful Mari may have been, the murderous intent which she now allowed to show on her face would have convinced him any other thoughts were mere prayers for a more merciful fate.
From her hip, Mariani extracted the shorter of her two Lightsabers, just in case, and gave it a cursory glance, making sure that nothing was inherently wrong with her oh so deadly weapon. The Jedi Shadow-In Ruse reached down, trailing the sharp tips of her scaled fingers across the arm of the man, drawing blood. And the next instant, she was invisible once again, the human waking up.
He didn’t stay that way for long, as soon the invisible talons ripped through his windpipe, the crimson liquid spilling down the cream colored flesh, and dripping from the tips of the unseen nails.
Race: Falleen
Age: 50
Height: 1.8 Meters (6’ 2”)
Weight: 190 pounds
Appearance: Like all of her race, Mariani is a being of perfect symmetry and beauty. The small perfectly ovular scales that adorn her figure are colored a light green, slightly tinged with gray. Her eyes are a stunning violet, which offset the glossy raven of what hair that resides upon her head. The Falleen’s bed of hair spans the apex of her skull to near the base; it is slightly coarser than human hair, but much stronger. She is sleekly muscled, the result being her smaller-sized breasts and narrow hips becoming more pronounced.
Mari’s face is generally heart shaped like most of her species, with upturned rounder than almond shaped eyes, the lids usually painted with a deep violet. Her jaw line is sharp, with a rounded chin; the ridges on her cheeks are sleeker than the males of her race, and many females, being slightly risen lines that cut up vertically to point to where the tips of ears would be on other races. She lacks the prominent brow ridges that many female have, the edges of which only extend to the midst of her brow-line. Her lips are full, yet are barely bowed, they are usually adorned with a thin layer of a darker orange.
The Talons of her fingers are usually glossed with a clear hardening gloss, and filed to points.
The garb of the Falleen female varies highly depending upon the occasion, or mood, which she wishes to set.
Personality: Like most Falleen, Mari has a severe superiority complex, yet it does not show, as like the rest of her race, she has mastered her emotions, only letting those that aid in her power come out. She has come a long way from the emotionally dead girl she once was, in the last 10 years having slipped steadily into the Dark-Side. She hungers for more power, and employs whatever means necessary to overcome her opponents. This is, unless another Jedi is present. To maintain her cover as a faithful Jedi Shadow, the Sith Assassin masks her force presence, and acts as expected, the malice burning deep within her façade.
She is generally haughty, yet quiet. One to show what she means physically, Mari is emotive by small gestures when she wishes for people to know how she wants them to think how she feels. She has a disdain for using her inborn pheromones, however when her control slips, they tend to be exuded naturally, signifying the strain in control she is exerting.
Overall, Mariani is a very constrained presence, which many falsely attribute to her specie nature, and her life spent spying, infiltrating, and hiding in plain sight.
Birthplace: Falleen
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Sith Assassin
Bio: Mariani was born to nobility. Her childhood was composed of the training that those of her race endure, to master their innate abilities. By the age of 10, Mari had mastered such things, easily controlling the emotions and thought processes that allow her to change the color of her scales, and emit the powerful pheromones, which are unique to her race. However, unlike a good portion of her those her age, Mariani showed many signs of being force adept. As it is Falleen nature to flaunt superiority, her family immediately sent the young woman to the Jedi Academy, bragging that their daughter would one day be a great Jedi Master.
It was shown that she was indeed Force Adept, and her training began immediately. Her experience was far easier in the early years than many of the other students, her race naturally reserved to shows of emotion. However, Mari was only mediocre at the abilities of telekinesis and telepathy, her strengths being stealth and battle. It took only two years for a Jedi Knight to take her as a padawan, Nestylia Kartashiiy, a Jedi Shadow and fellow Falleen.
Mari’s journey through life with her master was not an easy one. The older female pushed her hard, yet it comforted the padawan that Nestylia did what she could to ensure that the younger Falleen would become a strong Jedi. The lack of emotional connection that is prevalent in Falleen culture never fully permitted the two to bond to the extent that many other pairs do, never the less, Mari held her mentor in the highest regard, respecting and revering the woman far greater than anyone else Mariani would ever meet in her life.
Nestylia taught her padawan the arts of stealth, something that their race is fluent in, aiding her in the many ventures in which the young Jedi must have hid whilst her Master carried out the harder or more dangerous parts of their work. As she grew older, and her stealth abilities greater, Mariani was sent to gather information, plant listening devices, things that were easier for the much smaller Falleen to accomplish; although such tasks were probably easier done through the Shadow’s force powers, she exploited them as opportunities for her student to learn and grow.
Aside from such, Mari’s master was an adept combatant with the Lightsaber, and trained highly with her student in the arts. Once Shii-Cho was mastered, Nestylia taught her student the universal form of Niman. It was around this time that the pair had started investigating a small, yet vastly secretive Dark-Side organization. The organization called itself Light Vipers, in reference to their concentration upon Lightsaber abilities, practicing many of the rare forms and using even rarer Lightsabers, and not their Force Affiliation.
It was this time in her training that Nestylia taught Mariani the Force art of Psychometry. The power, generally looked down upon by the Council, was a necessary tool in many of the activities that a Jedi Shadow engaged in, often greatly needed to track the groups that they pursued. Yet, Nestylia let Mariani ‘touch’ only items that she herself had ‘touched’ first, the Master herself only ‘touching’ a select few items, making sure that there was no chance a strong Dark-Side energy resided in it.
It was the twenty-first year of Mari’s life when the duo tracked the Light Vipers to their stronghold, located deep within the undercity of the planet Commenor. To say the least, the abilities of Cult were greatly over-exaggerated, and the two Jedi easily overwhelmed the membership, compromised of 8 members, two being nothing more than leaders of medium sized gangs. Another three were grown-up younglings who had been cast out of the Order because of various reasons. The final three, Force-Sensitives, who the three had “trained”, attacked them first, their poorly constructed Lightsabers lasted only a few minuets against the Jedi’s blades. The Gang leaders, who were the ones who spread outrageous rumors about the group’s prowess, probably to scare their subordinates, ran outright. The three once-younglings did their best to match the skills of the Shadow and her apprentice, yet only succeeded in getting a lucky blow on Nestylia, a stab wound through her hip.
The whole ordeal proved to be a supreme waste of time. It was also the first step down the Dark-Side for Mariani. Her Falleen sense of superiority was concreted in her mind, the knowledge that the human students never even began padawan training, and after all of this time had proved to be such poor opponents, demonstrated the ideal that had been planted in her mind at such a young age perfectly.
The master and student returned to the Jedi Academy, where, at the recommendation of Nestylia, the twenty- one year old was presented with Knightship. Instead of her master making her a Lightsaber, the Shadow presented her student with a Jenruax crystal, identical to her own. The next month and a half the newly Knighted Jedi labored on creating her perfect Lightsaber.
The next fifteen years of her life, Mariani worked still with Nestylia, uncovering agents of the Sith and other Dark-side cults. Seven years into the fifteen, her master was granted the title of Jedi Master. Leaving Mariani often to journey by herself whilst Nestylia dealt with other duties.
At the age of 37, still considered young for Falleen, Mari’s mentor passed away. The woman had only been in her 120s, yet it seemed that a combination of a small amount of damage to her kidney, a flu-like virus, and a particularly harsh fall did irreparable damage to the body of Nestylia. Her master took the final time few weeks of her life to record a Holocron, and requested someone to tell Mariani to return back. It took a long time to contact the Shadow, as she was deep undercover infiltrating a tribe of Dark-Side Wielders on a remote planet on the rim. She returned for the final days of her master’s life. Despite uncharacteristic pleas for healers to do something more, the Order merely let the Master Jedi Shadow join the Force, as she wished, her student receiving her Lightsaber.
It did not make sense to Mari that such a strong being, especially a Falleen in the prime of their life, could perish in such a way. Suspecting perhaps some sort of subterfuge, Mariani employed Psychometry in ways that it was not supposed to use. She experienced the harsh emotions that were embedded in clothing, the visions of a violent passion in the sleeping chamber of her elder, she tasted the death upon the vibroknifes Nestylia used on occasion to slice throats silently. Yet none of the results that Mariani required, nothing that she needed.
The Jedi Knight went to the Council, and demanded a full on investigation. They insisted that her master would have mentioned if she had been poisoned, or lead to her untimely demise in any other manner than that which had seemingly over taken her.
Yet, not one Falleen was upon the Jedi Council. Most who composed it were of highly lesser species, in her eyes. Their lack of compliance lead Mari to believe that perhaps it was they who had wished the death of Nestylia, recognizing her threat to their power, her obvious Falleen superiority. A knot of steel grew inside the Jedi Shadow, a resolve to learn what else she could from the Jedi, to raise to the level of Master, and use the training of her master to infiltrate the Council and remove its obvious weakness from tainting the rest of the Jedi Order.
From that point on, Mariani has been training in becoming stronger, following out solo missions as a Jedi Shadow, perhaps now more aptly named a Sith Assassin, employing no constraint in her actions, ruthlessly killing and testing out new Lightsaber techniques, having modified her old master’s saber into a shoto, short Lightsaber, she is close to mastering the Jar’Kai form.
Lightsaber: One normal sized Lightsaber and one shoto size Lightsaber. Both have Jenruax crystals, enhancing the agility of the blades.
Color: Brownish Red
Forms: Shii-Cho, Niman, Jar'Kai
Force Powers: Force Cloak, Force Concealment, Psychometry, Basic Telekinesis and Telepathy
RP Sample:
The white clad figure stood in the doorway, keen violent eyes shining in the half light of yet another soon to be forgotten morning, the human in the bed’s last. A flowing brown cloak adorned her sumptuous figure, full painted lips pursed as the nearly vulpine gaze perused the half-clad pale form that lay sprawled across the bed. Clawed fingertips traced the many lines and curves that composed the larger of her weapons metallic hilts, the noise hardly noticeable.
Yet the noise made the wheaten haired male shiver in his slumber, pockmarked face turning upward to let the faint light of the glow panels on the ceiling illuminate the nearly delicate angle of his jawbone. The man could have once been considered mildly handsome, but years of spice use and hard living had warped the looks into nothing but drab. The squat toe at the end of his calloused foot wiggled slightly, the foot then retracting to hide in the grimy, what was once ivory, sheets.
At this unconscious movement, the Falleen Dark Jedi smiled. With unerring grace and agility, she silently padded forward, lithe boot-clad feet making contact with the dirt-encrusted plasteel of the dingy inn. Yet such things could not be observed by the man in the bed, even if he were awake, or a force-sensitive, as Mariani always took the precaution to hide all aspects of herself in such a situation, especially in such an errand as this. She positioned herself at the edge of the sleeping pad, and lowered herself onto her haunches, heart shaped reptilian face close to that of the human, holding her breath.
If the human would have awoken, and had been able to see her, he surely would have thought that he was still dreaming, and his dream was going to take a largely erotic turn. Yet such a thought would have been stopped instantly, for however beautiful Mari may have been, the murderous intent which she now allowed to show on her face would have convinced him any other thoughts were mere prayers for a more merciful fate.
From her hip, Mariani extracted the shorter of her two Lightsabers, just in case, and gave it a cursory glance, making sure that nothing was inherently wrong with her oh so deadly weapon. The Jedi Shadow-In Ruse reached down, trailing the sharp tips of her scaled fingers across the arm of the man, drawing blood. And the next instant, she was invisible once again, the human waking up.
He didn’t stay that way for long, as soon the invisible talons ripped through his windpipe, the crimson liquid spilling down the cream colored flesh, and dripping from the tips of the unseen nails.
