Post by Grawn on Sept 8, 2009 9:47:03 GMT -5
Character Name: Grawn Ianie
Character Source: SWU
Character Faction/Alignment: Dark Side / Sith
Type of Roleplay: Duel/skirmish
Roleplay Requirements: Surprise me
Reason for Request: I believe i've kind of fallen off a pedestal of sorts...i think my RP is starting to be a bit lackluster so i want to try and fix this. Perhaps its mere self induced doubt but regardless, it'll be practice.
Notes: Maximus, have my babyz
Roleplay:
There was his prize, a object that had nearly been lost to the red desolate landscape of Korriban. A cloaked man stood over a ravine, his face covered by a mask. The mask itself was of ancient origin and across its grey surface were black runes of unknown properties. The artifact would be perfect in craftmenship if for a major flaw but not on account of the creators. Where the right eye would be hidden was a sizeable hole that revealed a yellow eye that danced with a inner fire. Doned in a light armored black bodysuit, he was intimidating at best to most viewers.
Grawn Ianie, son of a Jedi Knight but raised swallowed by the Dark Side had once again returned to Korriban.
His last visit had left him on the edge of death and without a right arm but fate had deemed it not his time. A cybernetic appendage in replacement of his lost one, the Dark Jedi returned to the very spot of his defeat to recover a important part of his past. Ibapo Ianie, his uncle who had murdered his father and then trained the young man in the darkness had a holocron which Grawn had laid claim to on his ill fated last return. A holocron he now sought to recover from its resting place. How Lady Renata had missed such an object when she had found his broken body was beyond him but it was his gain and he would take the item as his once again.
"Come Sampson, i require your assistance" Grawn rasped, his yellow eye trained on a bright red aura in the black depths of the chasm. The mask he wore wasnt simply just for fashion, he was beyond such useless emotions. The mask allowed the wearer to see the Force itself and the auras; items and people gave off affiliated with their connection with it. There was no doubt that red aura he saw in the chasm's dark depths was his holocron.
"Sampson!" the Dark Jedi growled once more, growing irritated.
Finally beside him, a black shape appeared from thin air. The shape was at first a formless blob of black but soon took upon a canine frame. Where two eyes would have been were blazing red orbs and below them in the canine's maw were rows of sharp teeth. The beast glared up at the Dark Jedi, clearly irritated itself with its summoning. "You know what i seek, now go." the Dark Jedi ordered, putting his cybernetic hand upon the thing and caressing its black fur. The hound immediately left its masters side and looked down into the chasm, its red orbs trained on the aura Grawn saw. Without order or hesitation it jumped into the pit and melded with the darkness as it fell out of sight.
The Force was a mystery to even the greatest of wielders, for it took on many forms and could be viewed in many ways. Grawn Ianie was a twisted man, his mind warped from years of dark side use and the torture he had indured under his uncle to the point some would claim the Dark Jedi insane. Sampson was a mere representation of the Force, invisible to all but the most powerful of Force users. A Force choke to Grawn would be viewed as the great beast doubling in size and clenching hold of a victims neck, while a Force crush would be seen as Sampson grabing a person whole and crushing them between its great maw. The fact Sampson didnt actually exist was something not even the Dark Jedi knew, but no one had seen the great hound themselves to dispute the claim.
And if they did, they didnt often survive.
Grawn stood at the cliff edge, his arms folded, for several minutes. His thoughts went to the last time he had been at this exact spot. He recalled his satisfaction at watching Sundar writhe about on the ground when his owns lightsaber had been forced back upon his own eyes. Ryn Sundar had been a pain in his side for sometime but had never been considered a truth adversary, luck had been on his side. It wasnt until the Jedi had somehow overpowered him in what had seemed a blink of an eye despite the pain he had just undergone and successfully lobbed off his arm while sending him over the cliffside that Grawn knew Sundar would die by his hand. His eyes narrowed and a frown came to his face as his thoughts deepened. He had been weak then, he had survived near death itself and he wouldnt give in to such pitiful emotions as mocking an opponent while they are down. No...he would finish it without respite and without pause. Never again would he be defeated by Jedi pigs and their ilk, he had far to many plans for the galaxy to be stopped.
As he lost himself in thought, a growl echoed into his mind and his eyes went to his left as a presence made itself knowns. There Sampson stood, its red eyes on its master with a pyramid in its mouth. A wicked grin vanquished the frown that had been on his face previously as he opened his hand, the hound dropping its prize into his grasp.
"Excellent work, my pet" the Dark Jedi told the hound as he held the red object for his eye to see. It had somehow been impervious to damage from the fall and suffered not even a scratch. Even in death, he would make sure his uncle would be of use to him. Hopefully the holocron possessed something of importance to Grawn's mission, for he knew Ibapo didnt teach him everything the Dark Jedi Master had known. As Grawn continued to examine the object, a coldness suddenly gripped him.
A feeling he had felt before.
"Dont you know how to stay dead, old man?" the Dark Jedi stated dryly.
"You know it was quite a pleasure seeing you so close to death, Grawn", a ghostly whisper replied.
Turning his head, the mask covered eye seeing behind him, a cloaked shape in the Force had appeared. Even though he could not see it in his exposed eye, he knew the voice and the presence was far from alien to him.
"Im sure you were pleased. However im not here to make idle chit chat with you. I came for the holocron and i will be returning to the temple, leaving you to the void" Grawn shot back. He had no love for his uncle, the man who had so ruined his life on a scale higher then Ryn Sundar. However, unlike Sundar, Ibapo had fallen to Grawn. A smile cracked upon the shades face as it came close to Grawn and circled him, looking him up and down.
"You've grown in power, boy. I can sense it. However...your not complete. That metal arm must be a hinderance to you in battle," Ibapo stopped and looked upon the cybernetic attachment.
Grawn growled and pocketed the holocron into his cloak. "Begone shade, return to your endless wandering. The living have business to attend on". With that Grawn began the trek back to the Sith Temple. He had gotten not but ten yards from the cliffside when he looked to his right to see Ibapo walking beside him. The shade smiled when the Dark Jedi's mouth went to a frown.
"Did you believe i would be rid of that easily? As long as you possess my holocron, i am with you. I was bound to it the day you returned to our hideout and defeated the guardians. Will be nice to get around now, you would be surprised how boring it had been sitting at the bottom of that chasm. Nothing but darkness and the occasional critter," the shade then began to ramble on about what it had been like since Grawn had been retrieved from the chasm. The ghost rambling, the Dark Jedi growled and blocked him out, continueing on his way.
"If its not one pest its another" Grawn told Sampson, the hounds head drooping to reflect its masters helpless annoyance as they walked.
Character Source: SWU
Character Faction/Alignment: Dark Side / Sith
Type of Roleplay: Duel/skirmish
Roleplay Requirements: Surprise me
Reason for Request: I believe i've kind of fallen off a pedestal of sorts...i think my RP is starting to be a bit lackluster so i want to try and fix this. Perhaps its mere self induced doubt but regardless, it'll be practice.
Notes: Maximus, have my babyz
Roleplay:
There was his prize, a object that had nearly been lost to the red desolate landscape of Korriban. A cloaked man stood over a ravine, his face covered by a mask. The mask itself was of ancient origin and across its grey surface were black runes of unknown properties. The artifact would be perfect in craftmenship if for a major flaw but not on account of the creators. Where the right eye would be hidden was a sizeable hole that revealed a yellow eye that danced with a inner fire. Doned in a light armored black bodysuit, he was intimidating at best to most viewers.
Grawn Ianie, son of a Jedi Knight but raised swallowed by the Dark Side had once again returned to Korriban.
His last visit had left him on the edge of death and without a right arm but fate had deemed it not his time. A cybernetic appendage in replacement of his lost one, the Dark Jedi returned to the very spot of his defeat to recover a important part of his past. Ibapo Ianie, his uncle who had murdered his father and then trained the young man in the darkness had a holocron which Grawn had laid claim to on his ill fated last return. A holocron he now sought to recover from its resting place. How Lady Renata had missed such an object when she had found his broken body was beyond him but it was his gain and he would take the item as his once again.
"Come Sampson, i require your assistance" Grawn rasped, his yellow eye trained on a bright red aura in the black depths of the chasm. The mask he wore wasnt simply just for fashion, he was beyond such useless emotions. The mask allowed the wearer to see the Force itself and the auras; items and people gave off affiliated with their connection with it. There was no doubt that red aura he saw in the chasm's dark depths was his holocron.
"Sampson!" the Dark Jedi growled once more, growing irritated.
Finally beside him, a black shape appeared from thin air. The shape was at first a formless blob of black but soon took upon a canine frame. Where two eyes would have been were blazing red orbs and below them in the canine's maw were rows of sharp teeth. The beast glared up at the Dark Jedi, clearly irritated itself with its summoning. "You know what i seek, now go." the Dark Jedi ordered, putting his cybernetic hand upon the thing and caressing its black fur. The hound immediately left its masters side and looked down into the chasm, its red orbs trained on the aura Grawn saw. Without order or hesitation it jumped into the pit and melded with the darkness as it fell out of sight.
The Force was a mystery to even the greatest of wielders, for it took on many forms and could be viewed in many ways. Grawn Ianie was a twisted man, his mind warped from years of dark side use and the torture he had indured under his uncle to the point some would claim the Dark Jedi insane. Sampson was a mere representation of the Force, invisible to all but the most powerful of Force users. A Force choke to Grawn would be viewed as the great beast doubling in size and clenching hold of a victims neck, while a Force crush would be seen as Sampson grabing a person whole and crushing them between its great maw. The fact Sampson didnt actually exist was something not even the Dark Jedi knew, but no one had seen the great hound themselves to dispute the claim.
And if they did, they didnt often survive.
Grawn stood at the cliff edge, his arms folded, for several minutes. His thoughts went to the last time he had been at this exact spot. He recalled his satisfaction at watching Sundar writhe about on the ground when his owns lightsaber had been forced back upon his own eyes. Ryn Sundar had been a pain in his side for sometime but had never been considered a truth adversary, luck had been on his side. It wasnt until the Jedi had somehow overpowered him in what had seemed a blink of an eye despite the pain he had just undergone and successfully lobbed off his arm while sending him over the cliffside that Grawn knew Sundar would die by his hand. His eyes narrowed and a frown came to his face as his thoughts deepened. He had been weak then, he had survived near death itself and he wouldnt give in to such pitiful emotions as mocking an opponent while they are down. No...he would finish it without respite and without pause. Never again would he be defeated by Jedi pigs and their ilk, he had far to many plans for the galaxy to be stopped.
As he lost himself in thought, a growl echoed into his mind and his eyes went to his left as a presence made itself knowns. There Sampson stood, its red eyes on its master with a pyramid in its mouth. A wicked grin vanquished the frown that had been on his face previously as he opened his hand, the hound dropping its prize into his grasp.
"Excellent work, my pet" the Dark Jedi told the hound as he held the red object for his eye to see. It had somehow been impervious to damage from the fall and suffered not even a scratch. Even in death, he would make sure his uncle would be of use to him. Hopefully the holocron possessed something of importance to Grawn's mission, for he knew Ibapo didnt teach him everything the Dark Jedi Master had known. As Grawn continued to examine the object, a coldness suddenly gripped him.
A feeling he had felt before.
"Dont you know how to stay dead, old man?" the Dark Jedi stated dryly.
"You know it was quite a pleasure seeing you so close to death, Grawn", a ghostly whisper replied.
Turning his head, the mask covered eye seeing behind him, a cloaked shape in the Force had appeared. Even though he could not see it in his exposed eye, he knew the voice and the presence was far from alien to him.
"Im sure you were pleased. However im not here to make idle chit chat with you. I came for the holocron and i will be returning to the temple, leaving you to the void" Grawn shot back. He had no love for his uncle, the man who had so ruined his life on a scale higher then Ryn Sundar. However, unlike Sundar, Ibapo had fallen to Grawn. A smile cracked upon the shades face as it came close to Grawn and circled him, looking him up and down.
"You've grown in power, boy. I can sense it. However...your not complete. That metal arm must be a hinderance to you in battle," Ibapo stopped and looked upon the cybernetic attachment.
Grawn growled and pocketed the holocron into his cloak. "Begone shade, return to your endless wandering. The living have business to attend on". With that Grawn began the trek back to the Sith Temple. He had gotten not but ten yards from the cliffside when he looked to his right to see Ibapo walking beside him. The shade smiled when the Dark Jedi's mouth went to a frown.
"Did you believe i would be rid of that easily? As long as you possess my holocron, i am with you. I was bound to it the day you returned to our hideout and defeated the guardians. Will be nice to get around now, you would be surprised how boring it had been sitting at the bottom of that chasm. Nothing but darkness and the occasional critter," the shade then began to ramble on about what it had been like since Grawn had been retrieved from the chasm. The ghost rambling, the Dark Jedi growled and blocked him out, continueing on his way.
"If its not one pest its another" Grawn told Sampson, the hounds head drooping to reflect its masters helpless annoyance as they walked.
oh wellz. Pm if you guys need more stuffs
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and unless you have a time machine so that I can beat the snot out of my younger self to pay more attention in class, I'm not sure theres much you can do. xD