Post by † Lux Teper † on Nov 29, 2009 4:13:53 GMT -5
Name: Enzio Lhussuri
Race: Echani
Age: 35
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Like most Echani, he has white hair, pale skin, and silver eyes. He wears his hair swept to the right. Over his left eye is a black eyepatch covering his blind and scarred eye. He prefers to wear little clothing to avoid impeding his movements in battle and wears mainly a long, deep red coat with a fur collar and tight, black leather pants.
He wears a leather harness for his Vibroblade which he wears on his back.
Image belongs to me
Birth place: Eshan
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Marauder
Bio:
Prodigal Years:
Enzio Lhussuri was born on Eshan to a family of 7. He had 3 older sisters and two older brothers and he was the youngest. Like most Echani families, his siblings and himself were exceedingly similar in appearance.
Like most parents, his enrolled their children in formal training in both combat and philosophy. However, Enzio never attended the school his parents enrolled his siblings in because before he was even 2 years of age, an Echani Jedi watchman visited their home. The Jedi found Enzio's midichlorian count to be sufficiently high and took him under her wing. His parents complained little considering that they trusted their fellow Echani to train their son in the martial arts of their people and they would have one less mouth to feed.
The Watchman took him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where Enzio would be raised with the philosophy of the Jedi ingrained his his mind. As a youngling, he spent his first few years of life living in the temple. It was all he knew and it was there that he learned the Jedi Code, the history of the Jedi, and, at a later age, the basics of Shi-cho. He studied there until he was finally selected to be a Padawan at the age of 12. His master was an Echani woman that went by the name Mila Lehnis. She had been the watchman to discover him.
As her Padawan, Enzio traveled across the Galaxy by her side. They would travel from system to system, always on the lookout for force sensitives. They would travel about and visit various Inner Rim Planets, frequenting those most commonly known for having force-sensitive inhabitants.
It was on one of these many planets that he experienced his first kiss. Mila was inside a local dwelling on Zeltron while Enzio played with the children outside. A child of 13 years of age, he was highly impressionable and had seen a couple kiss in passing about a week prior. He'd never seen this kind of odd act and, curious, he touched lips with a young boy he'd found attractive ( no doubt due, in part, to pheromones). Not finding it especially intriguing, Enzio thought nothing of it, and the boy, being a Zeltron, was surprised but likewise took it in a casual manner and their games continued. After Mila's business had finished, the took Enzio with her back to their ship, none-the-wiser.
They would make regular trips to the temple as well to drop off the younglings for tutelage under the Jedi there. In each visit, Mila would pick up materials for Enzio to study and train. Being an Echani herself, Mila was an effective tutor in the martial arts, a subject that Enzio had an affinity and passion for.
He continued to excel in combat as would be expected of a young Echani and at the age of 17, he'd begun studying other forms of lightsaber combat in concert with regular instruction in Shi-Cho. He was a diligent student of combat and found that when he sparred, he was most at ease and comfortable. Just as often as she would have him study the various combat forms of the Jedi, Mila had been tutoring him in the art of Echani unarmed combat. While he was no match for his master at such a young age, he was quite skilled and found that he was able to predict her movements easily by judging logical reactions to his own movements and a particular gut feeling. Mila told him it was a practice used by the Jedi called Battle Precognition and was easier for him to use because their people had long been skilled at predicting their opponents movements in battle. They were born warriors.
Her words struck a chord in him and he swelled with pride for his heritage, taking on challenges with increased vigor.
He took to the Echani martial arts enthusiastically and by his 20th birthday was already proficient in the art and Mila felt she'd taught him all she could. The rest would be up to him to teach himself and adapt to his own environment. He knew the principles well, and he'd proven himself capable of their practice, Mila was confident that, had he been fully grown, he could easily defeat her in unarmed combat.
By his 21st birthday, Enzio had become proficient in Shi-Cho and had already gained sufficient skill in Soresu while practicing the basic principles of Djem-So.
Feeling confident in his skill, Mila requested that he be made a knight. The Council agreed and prepared his trials.
In anticipation of his ascension, Mila traveled to Eshan, returning with a gift for her Padawan. It was just before he entered the Council chambers that she presented him with his personal Echani Vibro-blade. The blade's edge was artistically crafted with cortosis-weave and the weapon had been super-cooled in production, giving any wounds it inflicted a certain chill specific to the blades of the Echani.
His first trial was to be performed before the Council. He would construct a lightsaber using the materials granted him. Enzio was not particularly gifted with telekinetic use of the Force and therefore had to use his hands to assemble the weapon. Carefully and calmly he meditated on the crystal provided him from the Crystal Caves of Ilum. The charging of the crystal with the Force took about a week and a half of ultimate concentration, which was difficult for Enzio to maintain, though eventually he emerged from within the Council Chambers exhausted and very hungry.
It was his first success and he was congratulated warmly upon emergence by Mila. Though he still had 3 trials left, he felt confident that he'd prevail and so did she.
His remaining trials would be experienced in his travels with Mila.
And so the countdown began.
Descent into the Dream:
Unknown to Mila, Enzio had hid a tremendous admiration for the beauty of others. Be them male or female, he'd often find himself battling a terrible lust that drove him to distraction.
He'd often be given to involuntary daydreaming about an alluring being he'd witnessed on the streets that day or the day before. His inner conflict was a losing battle.
They were visiting another small planet when the incident occurred. He had been watching a girl no older than himself playing with some younger teenagers and children. She had pale skin and blue eyes and was wearing little more than rags while kicking a ball around barefoot. He found her to be stunningly beautiful. The girl noticed him staring and walked over. When she asked why he was staring, he blushed and said that she was amazingly beautiful. He hadn't learned anything but honesty.
Charmed, she blushed back and kissed him. Confused and startled he knew of no other reaction so he reciprocated. It was far more pleasurable and irresistible the second time around...
After enduring a particularly emotional parting of a poor couple and their child, Mila Lehnis walked out to find her Padawan in a full-fledged face-sucking session with a local girl. She wasn't happy.
At the cost of enduring a crying infant for a full five hours, she pulled him away by the collar, to which he protested, and dragged him aboard the ship where she proceeded to scold him mercilessly about keeping his emotions in check.
The next morning, he awoke to a strident tone that told him he was in for a severe day of training. He was made to endure harsh physical training and practice with a blade followed by three consecutive spars, the first two were lost brutally.
The third spar was exceedingly difficult and straining on his body which was tired from the long day of physical exertion. He began reflecting on the day and found himself resenting her treatment of him. It was all that girl's fault, if she hadn't kissed him he wouldn't be in this mess, she kissed him! He was angry at his master for not seeing this and angry at the girl for getting him in trouble, in his anger he stopped feeling the pain of the day of training and for the first time, was using Battlemind, though had no knowledge of it. Mila noticed the strength of his blocks and attacks and sensed an anger in him. Taken aback, she faltered for a moment and he delivered a blow to her chest that was inadvertently backed by a focused force push that embodied all his pent up emotions. He watched in horror as she was flung backwards against the wall and, ashamed, helped her to her feet before returning to his quarters to meditate. He'd broken the Echani code by using the force in hand-to-hand combat and the Jedi code by letting his anger and lust get the better of him. On top of it all, he'd lashed out at his mentor and friend.
The remainder of his stay with Mila Lehnis was strained and awkward. He felt ashamed of himself and she felt she'd failed him by letting it happen. Never the less, they both continued their duties and trained vigorously for the next two years. Overcome with shame, he tried to redeem himself but could never shake the feeling of failure and the idea that he'd never reach knighthood. There were few words between them since and on his 23th birthday, he left the ship.
Not wanting to leave on poor terms, he left his saber with his Master and, though he tried to return the vibroblade, Lehnis wouldn't have it.
He left the ship at their next stop, which happened to be Zeltron. After a silent goodbye, Mila left for Coruscant to deliver the news of Enzio's retirement and he was left on Zeltron with enough food and money to last about a month.
He rented out a small apartment and was almost immediately set upon by the natives. Being an Echani, he was starkly different from their own species and they found him beautifully exotic. They also felt an aura of sadness emanating from him and, not liking the feeling, decided that they'd change it. He managed to abstain from their pleasure mongering for about two weeks before he realized that he needed a job. Desperate to find one, he applied to work as an entertainer in the night club next door. His combat training had left him strong and nimble enough to dance and the Zeltrons apparently found his pale complexion appealing.
He spent the next 4 years in that fashion. He'd spend mornings exercising, training and meditating for fear of losing his roots. Afternoons were spent either shopping or napping, and nights were spent dancing in the night club next door called The Rainbow Emporium. He took to dancing easily and quickly became popular among the customers, often making a few hundred credits in tips alone each night.
As a dancer, looking good was a part of his livelihood and he quickly fell into the swing of things on Zeltros, often shopping for new accessories, or something to augment his appeal. The pheromone rich air of Zeltros eventually obliterated his shame and by the time he turned 26, he'd all but forsaken his past as a Jedi. He was a natural born flirt and found himself able to freely express his desires there, spending many a night in a steamy room amidst sweat soaked sheets, clasping the are flesh of whichever man or woman he'd found the most alluring that night. "Monogamy" and "love" were foreign words to him and he spent his time on Zeltros living a life of sensual fulfillment and inebriating pleasure.
This period of his life, though a period of extreme change and blossoming happiness, was short-lived.
It was 9 months after his 27th birthday that he saw her. A beautiful, delicate-looking, scantily-clad, busty, young girl (or so he thought). Her eyes were covered and she was clad in what looked like a dirty sheet. Her appearance was that of a pauper and she looked to be in search of something. She was completely out of place. He guessed she was a Miraluka from her ability to maneuver the crowds easily despite the impeding cloth and her "gaze" seemed to find him naturally as she approached the stage. Warmly, he approached. He felt an anger in her but also a familiar sensation that he couldn't quite place, it was reminiscent of his past life, though inviting like no aspect of the Force he'd ever encountered. Innocuously he held out a hand, crooning in a sultry tone as he made to brush her cheek.
"S'a'matter hun? lookin' for somethin'?"
It was a mistake.
No sooner had his hand come within 5 centimeters of her face was he sent flying backwards against the pole he'd previously been rubbing on not 10 seconds prior. He attempted to stand but suddenly found himself being thrown back yet again, electricity surging through his body. A bolt of white-hot lightning struck his face and he screamed as his right eye was blinded permanently.
The customers quickly took notice of the disturbance and backed away quickly, many ran out screaming.
The searing pain ebbed slightly in time for him to look up, only to catch a glimpse of her stepping onto the stage before he was suddenly whisked away to another realm.
He was once again with that beautiful, dirty girl on that small planet. He felt the passion of the moment deeply before being pulled away by his master and dragged into the ship to be punished severely.
Then again, the girl, being dragged away, punished.
Then the girl again, they were in love. Again he was savagely pulled away, dragged to a ship, and beaten viciously.
That never happened!
And again, and the horrible beating.
It never happened!
Then again, the cold ripping of his love from his arms, a savage beating in a dark alley.
It Never Happened!
The horrible visions continued, each worse than the last.
Each terrible.
His anger grew with each "blow" and the image of a cold, violent, savage Jedi was burned into his mind.
And his anger towards the Jedi grew...
Then it stopped.
The "young" girl appeared within his sight again, a welcome vision of dark beauty. He felt the allure of her darkness again, far more enticing than before.
Nightmarish Crucible:
"Teach me please."
The pain had subsided and all he knew was that the power he felt from her was exactly what he wanted. He was amorous.
Taken aback, she regarded him incredulously at first. Impressed, she hopped off the stage and beckoned him to follow.
Though still weak, he did.
She allowed him to return to his apartment and retrieve anything he may want to take with him, the Echani vibroblade and his favorite Coat were the only items he returned with.
Quietly, She led him to the shuttle she'd arrived in and they ascended without words. Once aboard her ship (Which awed him by it's sheer size), she addressed him for the first time:
"You shall call me Mistress, and you are never to touch me."
And so he obeyed.
For the next several years they remained together on that ship. She instructed him in the "proper" use of the force, which he felt was best not to oppose, and he continued to train whilst only referring to her by the title of "Mistress" and never touching her.
She noted his proficiency in close combat and often pitted him against dissenters, using them as training for him and him as their executioner. Even so, she'd often dispose of them herself and he learned through observation. He was also subjected to harsh discipline for even the slightest annoyance and often found himself enduring terrible pain for simple walking too close.
On good days she sometimes felt inclined to give a hands-on instruction and it was through these spare lessons that he learned to hone his Battlemind and channel the force into attacks and objects. He ;earned to strengthen is body this way and deliver more powerful attacks than he normally would with sheer strength, eventually learning to replicate the focused push of the force he'd delivered to that one Jedi long ago. She sharpened his Battlemind through "training" in the art of what she called "Crucitorn." Unfortunately, he was never very good at the skill she was trying to teach him, but rather found himself increasingly good at pushing his body beyond it's limit through focusing his anger and passion.
This, he endured for 8 years. He developed a love of battle in this time and would often pick fights with crew members for the sole pleasure of executing them. The "Mistress" overlooked these quarrels but would often make him clean up the resulting mess, which was often quite large considering that he used a vibroblade as his primary weapon. He grew to enjoy the visceral feeling of cleaving through flesh and never regretted his forsaking his lightsaber.
While traveling with his mistress, Enzio accompanied her on numerous "missions" in which she'd hunt down force-users and execute them savagely. His only regrets in these times were that they would occasionally encounter a particularly alluring Jedi or Sith and she never permitted him to "play" with them. He very rarely ever crossed blades with another force user and had to content himself with any bystanders or guards that may prove an annoyance to his mistress.
This they continued for the 8 years he stayed with her until, things changed.
Indulgent Blasphemer:
Serith, or as he knew her, "Mistress", eventually felt he was strong enough to be sent out on his own. She'd become curious of the infantile "Sith Order" that had begun to develop on Korriban and thought no better test of her Apprentice's skill than to investigate.
He arrived on Korriban in a small shuttle and walked out onto the barren landscape to be instantly swallowed up in cascades of the dark energies of the planet. It was an inebriating feeling like no other, he loved it. It took a few hours for him to remember his purpose for coming and, dreamily blissful, he wandered among the ruins until finally entering a building that was starkly newer than any of the other dilapidated ruins.
Almost immediately after entering the Temple, he was confronted by a small group of guards. They asked him his reason for trespassing and, not knowing any good reason nor being capable of thinking up a good lie on the spot, he responded quite frankly...
"I wish to join you."
Unbeknown to him, Serith had sent a squad of loyal followers who called themselves "The Faithful" after Enzio to keep an eye on him and make sure he stayed out of too much trouble. They had also been deployed out of mistrust and upon hearing his response to the guards, they sent him a telepathic order to step outside. Obviously confused, he complied.
After coming out of the temple Enzio was suddenly confronted by a dozen dark figures who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. They were apparently capable of an advanced Force Concealment though didn't seem to carry any sabers. They called themselves "The Faithful" and interrogated Enzio about joining the Sith, calling it an outrageous betrayal.
In a laid back manner, he told them that he'd grown tired of the ship and that he loved the feeling of the planet. Korriban was so rife with the indulgence he'd become so addicted to that he felt completely at home there.
Enraged, "The Faithful" attacked him. Easily, he slew most of them. Five died by his blade and four by his fist. The remaining shades fled, vanishing before he could slay them as well. It wasn't until he heard the firing blaster that he noticed them again...
They'd materialized several meters away and drawn a blaster each. Three simultaneous shots were fired and, through quick reflexes, Enzio managed to dodge one and block another with his blade. Unfortunately for him, the last shot hit him squarely in the chest and he was knocked backwards to the ground. His bare flesh was severely burned and his breathing erratic. Quickly he slipped into unconsciousness.
Mere moments after he fell, the guards of the temple came out to investigate the source of the noise they'd heard inside and found Enzio unconscious and terribly wounded amongst the dead bodies of nine mysteriously shrouded individuals. Impressed by his apparent slaying of what looked to be several assassins and his willingness to join the Order, the took him inside the Temple.
He was quickly taken inside for treatment in the Temple's medical facilities. It is here that he now resides, suspended in a Kolto Tank and held by numerous chains and restraints from head to toe, prisoner and prospective asset to the Sith.
Lightsaber: None (Echani Cortosis-weave Vibro-blade)
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi N/A
Soresu 4
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 3
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Battlemind
Battle Precognition
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
The sound of the generator in the downstairs hummed in his ears.
The man stood before him, almost growling, blood visibly pumping to his already red face through thick veins. His muscular frame was tensed in anger and his massive build was augmented by the lines of taught tendons running beneath is skin. The smell of sweat mixed with the thick steam of the air and lingered heavy in Enzio's nose, it smelled glorious to him. The smell of indulgence...
"Aww hun, did I embarrass you?"
His voice blossomed with a mocking, almost flirtatious tone.
The muscle staring him down pulsated and it's red intensified at the thought of being insulted in front of the other crew members.
Then, two well manicured fingers rose to Enzio's lips, pressed and flicked back as he blew a kiss to the grimacing mass of testosterone and redness in front of him, punctuating it with a small lift of his heel, a tilt of his head and a flirtatious wink.
"GRAAAAUUUUGH!!"
The beast-man charged through the thick mist of steam that was constantly being pumped into the room, yelling as he made to grab at the eye-patched flower that danced at him.
A sly grin flashed across the Echani's face as he bent both knees and ducked under the tree trunk of an arm, pivoted to his left to avoid the incoming legs, and stood upright, now gracefully standing behind the angry man.
Bewildered, the elephantine man stumbled over himself and turned in time to see a coy wink from the flowery thing he'd somehow missed.
He growled again and Enzio giggled as he was charged at once more...
This time he bent to the right, pivoted on his hand, and lifted himself off the ground, to the side and out of the way as the rhinoceros of a person stumbled past him. He came down, onto his booted feet briskly and kicked the man in the rear before he could turn around again.
A loud grunt was followed by a terrible scream as he stumbled directly into a steam vent, effectively scalding most of his upper body.
The white-haired dancer rolled his eye and clicked his tongue at the stumbling, blinded animal screaming in pain.
In one smooth motion, he drew his blade, flourished it to his right, turned it on, and brought it down, whizzing trough the well-muscled back.
The screams of pain became choking gurgles of agony before quickly dying out as the two halves of a man crumpled to the floor and blood sprayed across the steam room.
The humming of his blade stopped but the buzz of the generator below him continued as the steam gradually rinsed the blood into some unknown crevices deep inside the ship.
Gracefully, Enzio, put his red coat back on, draping it over his frame so that it just barely hung from his pale shoulders and stooped to pick up his dead opponent, gingerly holding each half in each hand.
He then trotted out of the room, ignoring the various whispers and the steam dripping down his hair and white flesh. As he passed the garbage shoot, he began to whistle to himself a tune he'd heard long ago in a bar reddened with lights and bare, erotic flesh. He smiled as he non-ceremoniously chucked the two halves of the man into the shoot and continued to his room, He'd been satisfied for the evening and was quite content, now it was time for some rest.
As he walked, the crew members moved past him, shaking their heads and whispering to one another, "Told'ya he wouldn't last long..." Or statements of the like. Even some credits were exchanged as the events of the day came to a close.
Race: Echani
Age: 35
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Like most Echani, he has white hair, pale skin, and silver eyes. He wears his hair swept to the right. Over his left eye is a black eyepatch covering his blind and scarred eye. He prefers to wear little clothing to avoid impeding his movements in battle and wears mainly a long, deep red coat with a fur collar and tight, black leather pants.
He wears a leather harness for his Vibroblade which he wears on his back.
Image belongs to me
Birth place: Eshan
Faction: Sith
Rank: Initiate
Previous Faction: Dark Jedi
Previous Rank: Marauder
Bio:
Prodigal Years:
Enzio Lhussuri was born on Eshan to a family of 7. He had 3 older sisters and two older brothers and he was the youngest. Like most Echani families, his siblings and himself were exceedingly similar in appearance.
Like most parents, his enrolled their children in formal training in both combat and philosophy. However, Enzio never attended the school his parents enrolled his siblings in because before he was even 2 years of age, an Echani Jedi watchman visited their home. The Jedi found Enzio's midichlorian count to be sufficiently high and took him under her wing. His parents complained little considering that they trusted their fellow Echani to train their son in the martial arts of their people and they would have one less mouth to feed.
The Watchman took him to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant where Enzio would be raised with the philosophy of the Jedi ingrained his his mind. As a youngling, he spent his first few years of life living in the temple. It was all he knew and it was there that he learned the Jedi Code, the history of the Jedi, and, at a later age, the basics of Shi-cho. He studied there until he was finally selected to be a Padawan at the age of 12. His master was an Echani woman that went by the name Mila Lehnis. She had been the watchman to discover him.
As her Padawan, Enzio traveled across the Galaxy by her side. They would travel from system to system, always on the lookout for force sensitives. They would travel about and visit various Inner Rim Planets, frequenting those most commonly known for having force-sensitive inhabitants.
It was on one of these many planets that he experienced his first kiss. Mila was inside a local dwelling on Zeltron while Enzio played with the children outside. A child of 13 years of age, he was highly impressionable and had seen a couple kiss in passing about a week prior. He'd never seen this kind of odd act and, curious, he touched lips with a young boy he'd found attractive ( no doubt due, in part, to pheromones). Not finding it especially intriguing, Enzio thought nothing of it, and the boy, being a Zeltron, was surprised but likewise took it in a casual manner and their games continued. After Mila's business had finished, the took Enzio with her back to their ship, none-the-wiser.
They would make regular trips to the temple as well to drop off the younglings for tutelage under the Jedi there. In each visit, Mila would pick up materials for Enzio to study and train. Being an Echani herself, Mila was an effective tutor in the martial arts, a subject that Enzio had an affinity and passion for.
He continued to excel in combat as would be expected of a young Echani and at the age of 17, he'd begun studying other forms of lightsaber combat in concert with regular instruction in Shi-Cho. He was a diligent student of combat and found that when he sparred, he was most at ease and comfortable. Just as often as she would have him study the various combat forms of the Jedi, Mila had been tutoring him in the art of Echani unarmed combat. While he was no match for his master at such a young age, he was quite skilled and found that he was able to predict her movements easily by judging logical reactions to his own movements and a particular gut feeling. Mila told him it was a practice used by the Jedi called Battle Precognition and was easier for him to use because their people had long been skilled at predicting their opponents movements in battle. They were born warriors.
Her words struck a chord in him and he swelled with pride for his heritage, taking on challenges with increased vigor.
He took to the Echani martial arts enthusiastically and by his 20th birthday was already proficient in the art and Mila felt she'd taught him all she could. The rest would be up to him to teach himself and adapt to his own environment. He knew the principles well, and he'd proven himself capable of their practice, Mila was confident that, had he been fully grown, he could easily defeat her in unarmed combat.
By his 21st birthday, Enzio had become proficient in Shi-Cho and had already gained sufficient skill in Soresu while practicing the basic principles of Djem-So.
Feeling confident in his skill, Mila requested that he be made a knight. The Council agreed and prepared his trials.
In anticipation of his ascension, Mila traveled to Eshan, returning with a gift for her Padawan. It was just before he entered the Council chambers that she presented him with his personal Echani Vibro-blade. The blade's edge was artistically crafted with cortosis-weave and the weapon had been super-cooled in production, giving any wounds it inflicted a certain chill specific to the blades of the Echani.
His first trial was to be performed before the Council. He would construct a lightsaber using the materials granted him. Enzio was not particularly gifted with telekinetic use of the Force and therefore had to use his hands to assemble the weapon. Carefully and calmly he meditated on the crystal provided him from the Crystal Caves of Ilum. The charging of the crystal with the Force took about a week and a half of ultimate concentration, which was difficult for Enzio to maintain, though eventually he emerged from within the Council Chambers exhausted and very hungry.
It was his first success and he was congratulated warmly upon emergence by Mila. Though he still had 3 trials left, he felt confident that he'd prevail and so did she.
His remaining trials would be experienced in his travels with Mila.
And so the countdown began.
Descent into the Dream:
Unknown to Mila, Enzio had hid a tremendous admiration for the beauty of others. Be them male or female, he'd often find himself battling a terrible lust that drove him to distraction.
He'd often be given to involuntary daydreaming about an alluring being he'd witnessed on the streets that day or the day before. His inner conflict was a losing battle.
They were visiting another small planet when the incident occurred. He had been watching a girl no older than himself playing with some younger teenagers and children. She had pale skin and blue eyes and was wearing little more than rags while kicking a ball around barefoot. He found her to be stunningly beautiful. The girl noticed him staring and walked over. When she asked why he was staring, he blushed and said that she was amazingly beautiful. He hadn't learned anything but honesty.
Charmed, she blushed back and kissed him. Confused and startled he knew of no other reaction so he reciprocated. It was far more pleasurable and irresistible the second time around...
After enduring a particularly emotional parting of a poor couple and their child, Mila Lehnis walked out to find her Padawan in a full-fledged face-sucking session with a local girl. She wasn't happy.
At the cost of enduring a crying infant for a full five hours, she pulled him away by the collar, to which he protested, and dragged him aboard the ship where she proceeded to scold him mercilessly about keeping his emotions in check.
The next morning, he awoke to a strident tone that told him he was in for a severe day of training. He was made to endure harsh physical training and practice with a blade followed by three consecutive spars, the first two were lost brutally.
The third spar was exceedingly difficult and straining on his body which was tired from the long day of physical exertion. He began reflecting on the day and found himself resenting her treatment of him. It was all that girl's fault, if she hadn't kissed him he wouldn't be in this mess, she kissed him! He was angry at his master for not seeing this and angry at the girl for getting him in trouble, in his anger he stopped feeling the pain of the day of training and for the first time, was using Battlemind, though had no knowledge of it. Mila noticed the strength of his blocks and attacks and sensed an anger in him. Taken aback, she faltered for a moment and he delivered a blow to her chest that was inadvertently backed by a focused force push that embodied all his pent up emotions. He watched in horror as she was flung backwards against the wall and, ashamed, helped her to her feet before returning to his quarters to meditate. He'd broken the Echani code by using the force in hand-to-hand combat and the Jedi code by letting his anger and lust get the better of him. On top of it all, he'd lashed out at his mentor and friend.
The remainder of his stay with Mila Lehnis was strained and awkward. He felt ashamed of himself and she felt she'd failed him by letting it happen. Never the less, they both continued their duties and trained vigorously for the next two years. Overcome with shame, he tried to redeem himself but could never shake the feeling of failure and the idea that he'd never reach knighthood. There were few words between them since and on his 23th birthday, he left the ship.
Not wanting to leave on poor terms, he left his saber with his Master and, though he tried to return the vibroblade, Lehnis wouldn't have it.
He left the ship at their next stop, which happened to be Zeltron. After a silent goodbye, Mila left for Coruscant to deliver the news of Enzio's retirement and he was left on Zeltron with enough food and money to last about a month.
He rented out a small apartment and was almost immediately set upon by the natives. Being an Echani, he was starkly different from their own species and they found him beautifully exotic. They also felt an aura of sadness emanating from him and, not liking the feeling, decided that they'd change it. He managed to abstain from their pleasure mongering for about two weeks before he realized that he needed a job. Desperate to find one, he applied to work as an entertainer in the night club next door. His combat training had left him strong and nimble enough to dance and the Zeltrons apparently found his pale complexion appealing.
He spent the next 4 years in that fashion. He'd spend mornings exercising, training and meditating for fear of losing his roots. Afternoons were spent either shopping or napping, and nights were spent dancing in the night club next door called The Rainbow Emporium. He took to dancing easily and quickly became popular among the customers, often making a few hundred credits in tips alone each night.
As a dancer, looking good was a part of his livelihood and he quickly fell into the swing of things on Zeltros, often shopping for new accessories, or something to augment his appeal. The pheromone rich air of Zeltros eventually obliterated his shame and by the time he turned 26, he'd all but forsaken his past as a Jedi. He was a natural born flirt and found himself able to freely express his desires there, spending many a night in a steamy room amidst sweat soaked sheets, clasping the are flesh of whichever man or woman he'd found the most alluring that night. "Monogamy" and "love" were foreign words to him and he spent his time on Zeltros living a life of sensual fulfillment and inebriating pleasure.
This period of his life, though a period of extreme change and blossoming happiness, was short-lived.
It was 9 months after his 27th birthday that he saw her. A beautiful, delicate-looking, scantily-clad, busty, young girl (or so he thought). Her eyes were covered and she was clad in what looked like a dirty sheet. Her appearance was that of a pauper and she looked to be in search of something. She was completely out of place. He guessed she was a Miraluka from her ability to maneuver the crowds easily despite the impeding cloth and her "gaze" seemed to find him naturally as she approached the stage. Warmly, he approached. He felt an anger in her but also a familiar sensation that he couldn't quite place, it was reminiscent of his past life, though inviting like no aspect of the Force he'd ever encountered. Innocuously he held out a hand, crooning in a sultry tone as he made to brush her cheek.
"S'a'matter hun? lookin' for somethin'?"
It was a mistake.
No sooner had his hand come within 5 centimeters of her face was he sent flying backwards against the pole he'd previously been rubbing on not 10 seconds prior. He attempted to stand but suddenly found himself being thrown back yet again, electricity surging through his body. A bolt of white-hot lightning struck his face and he screamed as his right eye was blinded permanently.
The customers quickly took notice of the disturbance and backed away quickly, many ran out screaming.
The searing pain ebbed slightly in time for him to look up, only to catch a glimpse of her stepping onto the stage before he was suddenly whisked away to another realm.
He was once again with that beautiful, dirty girl on that small planet. He felt the passion of the moment deeply before being pulled away by his master and dragged into the ship to be punished severely.
Then again, the girl, being dragged away, punished.
Then the girl again, they were in love. Again he was savagely pulled away, dragged to a ship, and beaten viciously.
That never happened!
And again, and the horrible beating.
It never happened!
Then again, the cold ripping of his love from his arms, a savage beating in a dark alley.
It Never Happened!
Or did it?
The horrible visions continued, each worse than the last.
Each terrible.
His anger grew with each "blow" and the image of a cold, violent, savage Jedi was burned into his mind.
And his anger towards the Jedi grew...
Then it stopped.
The "young" girl appeared within his sight again, a welcome vision of dark beauty. He felt the allure of her darkness again, far more enticing than before.
Nightmarish Crucible:
"Teach me please."
The pain had subsided and all he knew was that the power he felt from her was exactly what he wanted. He was amorous.
Taken aback, she regarded him incredulously at first. Impressed, she hopped off the stage and beckoned him to follow.
Though still weak, he did.
She allowed him to return to his apartment and retrieve anything he may want to take with him, the Echani vibroblade and his favorite Coat were the only items he returned with.
Quietly, She led him to the shuttle she'd arrived in and they ascended without words. Once aboard her ship (Which awed him by it's sheer size), she addressed him for the first time:
"You shall call me Mistress, and you are never to touch me."
And so he obeyed.
For the next several years they remained together on that ship. She instructed him in the "proper" use of the force, which he felt was best not to oppose, and he continued to train whilst only referring to her by the title of "Mistress" and never touching her.
She noted his proficiency in close combat and often pitted him against dissenters, using them as training for him and him as their executioner. Even so, she'd often dispose of them herself and he learned through observation. He was also subjected to harsh discipline for even the slightest annoyance and often found himself enduring terrible pain for simple walking too close.
On good days she sometimes felt inclined to give a hands-on instruction and it was through these spare lessons that he learned to hone his Battlemind and channel the force into attacks and objects. He ;earned to strengthen is body this way and deliver more powerful attacks than he normally would with sheer strength, eventually learning to replicate the focused push of the force he'd delivered to that one Jedi long ago. She sharpened his Battlemind through "training" in the art of what she called "Crucitorn." Unfortunately, he was never very good at the skill she was trying to teach him, but rather found himself increasingly good at pushing his body beyond it's limit through focusing his anger and passion.
This, he endured for 8 years. He developed a love of battle in this time and would often pick fights with crew members for the sole pleasure of executing them. The "Mistress" overlooked these quarrels but would often make him clean up the resulting mess, which was often quite large considering that he used a vibroblade as his primary weapon. He grew to enjoy the visceral feeling of cleaving through flesh and never regretted his forsaking his lightsaber.
While traveling with his mistress, Enzio accompanied her on numerous "missions" in which she'd hunt down force-users and execute them savagely. His only regrets in these times were that they would occasionally encounter a particularly alluring Jedi or Sith and she never permitted him to "play" with them. He very rarely ever crossed blades with another force user and had to content himself with any bystanders or guards that may prove an annoyance to his mistress.
This they continued for the 8 years he stayed with her until, things changed.
Indulgent Blasphemer:
Serith, or as he knew her, "Mistress", eventually felt he was strong enough to be sent out on his own. She'd become curious of the infantile "Sith Order" that had begun to develop on Korriban and thought no better test of her Apprentice's skill than to investigate.
He arrived on Korriban in a small shuttle and walked out onto the barren landscape to be instantly swallowed up in cascades of the dark energies of the planet. It was an inebriating feeling like no other, he loved it. It took a few hours for him to remember his purpose for coming and, dreamily blissful, he wandered among the ruins until finally entering a building that was starkly newer than any of the other dilapidated ruins.
Almost immediately after entering the Temple, he was confronted by a small group of guards. They asked him his reason for trespassing and, not knowing any good reason nor being capable of thinking up a good lie on the spot, he responded quite frankly...
"I wish to join you."
Unbeknown to him, Serith had sent a squad of loyal followers who called themselves "The Faithful" after Enzio to keep an eye on him and make sure he stayed out of too much trouble. They had also been deployed out of mistrust and upon hearing his response to the guards, they sent him a telepathic order to step outside. Obviously confused, he complied.
After coming out of the temple Enzio was suddenly confronted by a dozen dark figures who seemed to materialize out of nowhere. They were apparently capable of an advanced Force Concealment though didn't seem to carry any sabers. They called themselves "The Faithful" and interrogated Enzio about joining the Sith, calling it an outrageous betrayal.
In a laid back manner, he told them that he'd grown tired of the ship and that he loved the feeling of the planet. Korriban was so rife with the indulgence he'd become so addicted to that he felt completely at home there.
Enraged, "The Faithful" attacked him. Easily, he slew most of them. Five died by his blade and four by his fist. The remaining shades fled, vanishing before he could slay them as well. It wasn't until he heard the firing blaster that he noticed them again...
They'd materialized several meters away and drawn a blaster each. Three simultaneous shots were fired and, through quick reflexes, Enzio managed to dodge one and block another with his blade. Unfortunately for him, the last shot hit him squarely in the chest and he was knocked backwards to the ground. His bare flesh was severely burned and his breathing erratic. Quickly he slipped into unconsciousness.
Mere moments after he fell, the guards of the temple came out to investigate the source of the noise they'd heard inside and found Enzio unconscious and terribly wounded amongst the dead bodies of nine mysteriously shrouded individuals. Impressed by his apparent slaying of what looked to be several assassins and his willingness to join the Order, the took him inside the Temple.
He was quickly taken inside for treatment in the Temple's medical facilities. It is here that he now resides, suspended in a Kolto Tank and held by numerous chains and restraints from head to toe, prisoner and prospective asset to the Sith.
Lightsaber: None (Echani Cortosis-weave Vibro-blade)
Color: N/A
Practiced Lightsaber forms:[/b]
Shii-Cho 5
Makashi N/A
Soresu 4
Ataru N/A
Shien / Djem So 3
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman N/A
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo N/A
Double Bladed Combat N/A
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 5
Telepathic: 3
Body: 6
Sense: 5
Protection: 3
Healing: 0
Destruction: 2
Specialized Skills:
Battlemind
Battle Precognition
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 7
Intelligence: 5
Speed: 6
Leadership: 4
Unarmed: 8
Melee Weapons: 7
Ranged Weapons: 0
Force Attunement: -4
RP Sample:
The sound of the generator in the downstairs hummed in his ears.
The man stood before him, almost growling, blood visibly pumping to his already red face through thick veins. His muscular frame was tensed in anger and his massive build was augmented by the lines of taught tendons running beneath is skin. The smell of sweat mixed with the thick steam of the air and lingered heavy in Enzio's nose, it smelled glorious to him. The smell of indulgence...
"Aww hun, did I embarrass you?"
His voice blossomed with a mocking, almost flirtatious tone.
The muscle staring him down pulsated and it's red intensified at the thought of being insulted in front of the other crew members.
Then, two well manicured fingers rose to Enzio's lips, pressed and flicked back as he blew a kiss to the grimacing mass of testosterone and redness in front of him, punctuating it with a small lift of his heel, a tilt of his head and a flirtatious wink.
"GRAAAAUUUUGH!!"
The beast-man charged through the thick mist of steam that was constantly being pumped into the room, yelling as he made to grab at the eye-patched flower that danced at him.
A sly grin flashed across the Echani's face as he bent both knees and ducked under the tree trunk of an arm, pivoted to his left to avoid the incoming legs, and stood upright, now gracefully standing behind the angry man.
Bewildered, the elephantine man stumbled over himself and turned in time to see a coy wink from the flowery thing he'd somehow missed.
He growled again and Enzio giggled as he was charged at once more...
This time he bent to the right, pivoted on his hand, and lifted himself off the ground, to the side and out of the way as the rhinoceros of a person stumbled past him. He came down, onto his booted feet briskly and kicked the man in the rear before he could turn around again.
A loud grunt was followed by a terrible scream as he stumbled directly into a steam vent, effectively scalding most of his upper body.
The white-haired dancer rolled his eye and clicked his tongue at the stumbling, blinded animal screaming in pain.
In one smooth motion, he drew his blade, flourished it to his right, turned it on, and brought it down, whizzing trough the well-muscled back.
The screams of pain became choking gurgles of agony before quickly dying out as the two halves of a man crumpled to the floor and blood sprayed across the steam room.
The humming of his blade stopped but the buzz of the generator below him continued as the steam gradually rinsed the blood into some unknown crevices deep inside the ship.
Gracefully, Enzio, put his red coat back on, draping it over his frame so that it just barely hung from his pale shoulders and stooped to pick up his dead opponent, gingerly holding each half in each hand.
He then trotted out of the room, ignoring the various whispers and the steam dripping down his hair and white flesh. As he passed the garbage shoot, he began to whistle to himself a tune he'd heard long ago in a bar reddened with lights and bare, erotic flesh. He smiled as he non-ceremoniously chucked the two halves of the man into the shoot and continued to his room, He'd been satisfied for the evening and was quite content, now it was time for some rest.
As he walked, the crew members moved past him, shaking their heads and whispering to one another, "Told'ya he wouldn't last long..." Or statements of the like. Even some credits were exchanged as the events of the day came to a close.
