<strong>Name:</strong>Tatin Velandros<br/><strong>Sex: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Actual Age:</strong>21<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><br/><strong>Basic Concept:</strong>One of the finest lightsaber combatants to come out of the Korriban Academy in some time, concentrating almost obsessively with his lightsaber training he is relatively weak in the area of Force mastery. But he learned long ago to accentuate his physical combat with short bursts of lightening and kinetic strikes. His one defense against powerful force users is his swirling emotions. His rage, his lust, his desire, his hunger for power come bursting forth easily. They can cloud his judgment and weaken him, but few can stand against his onslaught long enough to exploit it.<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual.<br/><br/><strong>Description</strong><br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Black<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>Dark Blue<br/><strong>Face: </strong>Often a smirk playing on his lips, he enjoys toying with others, especially during combat.<br/><strong>Body Type:</strong>Toned, his tall frame having filled out from years of training.<br/><strong>Skin Tone:</strong>Tanned with several scars.<br/><strong>Voice:</strong>Brash and confident, his arrogance well justified<br/><strong>Other:</strong>He keeps himself bare whenever possible, often going shirtless except in strange surroundings. However, the one feature that he never goes without are the gauntlets covering his hands, adding to his physical attacks in combat. Red and black patterns twist and curve on them, a strange, coppery metal adorning the backhand and fingers.<br/><br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Force Users, Consulars, Physical Weakness<br/><strong>Desires:</strong>Pure Physical Domination, Dun Moch, Lightsaber Combat<br/><strong>Habits:</strong>Arching and flexing his fingers, cracking his limbs. But always saves cracking his neck before combat.<br/><strong>Insecurities:</strong>Emotions<br/><strong>Deadly Sin: </strong>Wrath (He constantly seeks vengeance for slights, not immediately but he harbors them like a poison)<br/><br/><strong>Character Background:</strong>Tatin was a young boy once, full of happiness, and the small pleasures that can come from being a youngin on Dantooine can bring. He enjoyed the excursions his friends and he would take, avoiding Kath Hounds, exploring the ruins, and monuments of the soft rolling hills of the peaceful planet. He wasn't always... what he is now.<br/><br/>He remembers the day clearly, however, when all that changed. He was just 8, precocious and loving life. His friends had decided that their latest game would be to see if they could outrun the nearest Kath Hound pack. He knew it was dangerous, knew that it would be dangerous. His parents had often warned him of going anywhere near the vicious creatures. But his friends, especially the older boy, Daren, had prodded him incessantly, calling him a wuss, a pansy, all the little words that young boys can fling at their peers to compel them, playing easily on his emotions and he had caved.<br/><br/>They crept closer to the creatures, sleeping in their nest. Daren prodded him to go forward, to see if he could pet one of the creatures and scurry away. It was insane, even an 8 year old boy knew that you let sleeping Kath Hounds rest. But again, the older boy played on his emotions, his fear of cowardice, and blushing crimson, he crept forward.<br/><br/>His hand reached out, nearly to petting the creature when he stopped, as a loud high whistle had prickled the skin on his ears. The creature below him opened its eyes, its ears perking at the sound. Its dark orbs flicked to his hand, its jowls starting to snarl.<br/><br/>He stood there, transfixed, his body frozen. He turned his head, his blue eyes filled with horror as he looked over at the older boy, a triumphant grin on his face, and he knew, he knew even before he looked who had whistled. He ran.<br/><br/>But the short, thing legs of an eight year old were never going to be a match for a creature built for chasing down prey much faster than he. He felt the pressure on his back, and managed to turn to gaze up at the creature, its snarling mouth right above him. He was scared, he'd never been so frightened. But as he heard off in the distance, the faint sound of mocking laughter, his eyes shut, fighting back tears of embarrassment and rage. He shuddered with the dark emotions coursing through him. As the hound reared back and then jutted forward, he never knew where he gained the strength or initiative to do what he did next. His hands jetted out, grasped the beast by its chin and back of its head and yanked in opposite directions, snapping its neck as it whimpered pitiously, his eyes open and full of murderous rage. Years later, he would reflect in the Valley of the Sith Lords, knowing finally that it was the Dark Side that had coursed through his veins, guiding his hands.<br/><br/>He rose, covered in sweat, panting, his eyes flicking to the now stunned group of children. He walked, calmly, almost serenely, but his emotions swirled, hate coursing through his very being as he strode up to the much older, stronger Daren. The older boy gave a nervous laugh... "Heh, really, really ran pretty fast there Tatin." He said. Even at this moment he couldn't stop mocking him, and his reflections knew exactly when he turned, it was the moment his fist collided with the older boys jaw, infused with an unnatural strength, shattering it. Howling with rage he leaped on the youth, his fists pummeling, his knees striking anywhere they could reach. He didn't know how long he beat his tormentor, he only knew that when he rose, his hands and front were bloody, the other children having long since fled.<br/><br/>His life was a blur from that moment, he fled, not from fear of what he'd done, but because he craved the feeling he'd felt that day. He travelled from town to town, fighting for money, always a bar or place of ill-repute eager to throw fresh young meat into the grinder for their patrons sport. He found he was unbeatable, the craven miscreants he fought could never best him when the black feelings rushed through his veins.<br/><br/>He found himself finding others like him, who whispered of the feeling they felt. But he had the courage to do what they did not, he sought out the Sith on Korriban. He gained the headmaster's attention when he fought a student in the cantina. The student had even used their lightsaber, but he was clumsy and no match for him, his hand grasping his wrist, turning his blade as his fist hammered against his jaw, shattering it like the poor boy on Dantooine so long ago, the student barely able to register the pain before Tatin had snapped his arm at a rude angle to impale him on his own blade. And thus his training began.<br/><br/>He swiftly adapted to the travels of lightsaber combat, studying all of the forms relentlessly, taking and molding them to his desires, but resting on his unique style.<br/><br/><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong>Tatin is an emotional individual, he is a perfectionist, desiring to hone his abilities with the blade and his body into the perfect weapon against those who would deny him his right. He seeks combat for combats sake, his Masters barely able to control his bloodlust. But he obeys, but at the merest word from his teachers, he will spring into action, the perfect weapon.<br/><br/>His relationship with Aurelia fluctuates. His base lust for her perfect body is impossible to ignore, her emphasis on her own perfection something he understands and desires himself, her physical improvements impressive. But his arrogance can grate with her, her lack of emphasis on physical combat a weakness to him. But they compliment each other well, and he desires combat in her presence if only to feel the euphoric rush when she healed him. He obeys her commands, but if it is contrary to his desires, his brutal wit, often another weapon of his, can be poisonous.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Force<br/>Ranking of Masteries</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>1st:</strong>Lightsaber Combat<br/><strong>2nd:</strong>Kinetic Powers (usually used to accentuate physical strikes)<br/><strong>3rd:</strong>Force Lightning (never his first or most powerful option, used on foes not worthy of dispatching with his blade, or as a surprise maneuver)<br/><br/><strong>Lightsaber:</strong><br/><strong>Type: </strong>Single Long Blade<br/><strong>Colour:</strong>Red (tinted with the shards of a purple to give it a purple hue)<br/><strong>Style:</strong>Mostly form 5 Djem So, taking and reflecting his opponents strikes against them, utilizing his brute strength and power. As with all form 5 practitioners he is well acquainted with Soresu's Form 3 defensive maneuvers. But, ever the consummate swordsmen, has integrated Form 2 Makashi's sweeping strikes and fencing maneuvers, Form 4 Ataru's physical strikes and maneuvers, and Form 7 Juyo's erratic, patternless attacks.