Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]
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				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 06:05:02</strong>
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				(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v322/kobiyashi/ill-cap-ryd-bluejpegcopy-1.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Aurelia Carlani<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 24<br><strong>Actual Age: </strong>~160<br><strong>Position:</strong> Teacher<br><br><strong>Basic Concept:</strong> Concentrated solely on Force/Alchemical body modification, Aurelia has achieved a youth and state of extreme athleticism impossible by natural means for humans. She has no "external" Force powers, but her ability to enhance and alter herself is extreme.<br><br><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Lesbian, but flexible<br><br><strong>Description</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Hair:</em> Red<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Eyes:</em> Blue<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Face:</em> Determined, but innocent<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Body Type</em>: Petite<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Skin Tone:</em> Pale<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Voice:</em> Soprano, normally. Changeable.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Other:</em> A full body Sith tattoo that covers most of her body apart from her hands and face. Her style of dress generally keeps it completely covered.<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Cowards, unwarranted arrogance, altruism, ugliness<br><strong>Desires:</strong> Perfection, beauty, control<br><strong>Habits:</strong> Staring at nothing, <br><strong>Insecurities</strong>: Her body (See Sin)<br><strong>Deadly Sin:</strong> Lust (She is sexually aroused by her own body and perfecting it is her driving force)<br><br><strong>Character Background:</strong> Aurelia has lost track of her age. Much of her "youth" (which comprised as many years as a regular human lifetime) has been lost in the mist of memory to her. She is in reality over 160 years old, and is (at least now) roughly human. The truth of her forgotten youth is that she was born in the lower levels of Coruscant to parents that were by no means a recognizable species, but was mostly human, genetically. She wasn't quite as hideous as her parents of those creatures that lurked the underlevels. It was a violent existence in those depths, with little organization to speak of beyond the occasional gang. Aurelia became explosively violent, quickly gaining a reputation as someone not to anger. This was fueled of course by her Force abilities, that she discovered during a fight in a bout of self-defense, almost literally melting the face off of her opponent. In those days, she spent much of her time under the general focus of Alter, changing the world around her to the best of her abilities. But the day came that she rose to the top of her little insignificant plot of stankhole underlevel, and no longer had anything worth changing around her. <br><br>It was then that she was powerful enough to obtain a small mirror. Seeing herself for the first time, she noticed that she was noticeably less disgusting than all those around her. By civilized standards, she never would have made it past the embryonic stage, but to her, she was beautiful. It was then that she began to alter herself instead of her surroundings. She was 25 years old at this time. Her first success was changing the color of her eyes from sewer brown to crystal blue. Over the next ten years, she gradually recluded from the world around her, forsaking her position of relative power to squat in front of her mirror for weeks on end attempting to improve her body. Her spine gradually straightened, bones strengthened and lengthened, muscles thickened and smoothed, hair filled in and flared a brilliant orange. Discarded media from the upper levels served as her template for beauty. By the age of 35 she had achieved her ideal of perfection and reintroduced herself to the public of the underlevels. Proud of her accomplishments, she displayed herself to those she had known before she had all but disappeared... and was immediately attacked under the pretense of being an upleveler. With her new physical strength she beat the unfortunate slime into pulp, and both infuriated and saddened, began to make the kilometers-long trek to the upper levels. A year of fighting and scraping for food and directions later, she appeared on the surface.<br><br>Civilized Coruscant was an absolutely stunning existence to the wild, violent, narcissistic creature that was Aurelia. But it was here that she found acceptance. Her beauty was apparent even underneath several millimeters thick of grime. Though she spoke nothing resembling Basic, she was occupied for several years dancing for a living while she absorbed language, culture, and knowledge. She was called upon for theatre, modeling, and after some further modifications to herself, singing. This was an innocent period in her life, where she was exploited by all the learned, manipulative beings on the surface. She thought nothing of it. Eventually, however, a Jedi attended one of her shows. He sensed that she pulled very strongly from the dark side, but was unable to discern precisely what she was doing. Upon approaching her, Aurelia pulled away from him, afraid of what at the time she could only have described as "oppressive energy." Her old explosive violence came forth as he pressed her with questions about her origins and her powers, and overwhelmed him with surprise and power. Her time on the uplevel had not been without learning, and she knew the importance of the person she had just essentially murdered.<br><br>The following period lasted for decades. Aurelia was on the run from the law, or from society itself. She made her way across the galaxy, passing from one place to the next, looking for something, anything to latch onto. Her powers became ever more self-focused, to the complete exclusion of the Alter powers she had once wielded so wildly. She became an engine of perfection, consuming energy from nourishment and from the adversaries she encountered, be it Jedi, bounty hunter, or an enemy borne of nature. Eventually, she began to discover Sith holocrons scattered in the darker areas of the galaxy. There had never been method to her madness, and though the Sith methods tended to be hideous, there was a certain beauty to their complete devotion to self. It was perfect for her, and she thought she could inject her sense of the aesthetic into their ugly ways. By perfecting them, she could only enhance her own search for perfection.<br><br>Korriban was her final destination. The holocrons became more detailed with each discovery, until one finally revealed the Sith planet. She arrived unannounced, proving herself handily by easily destroying the guards that challenged her. After serving her own term as a student to refine her 'unorthodox' ways, she was accepted as a teacher in the school of Control, of which she is now considered one of the pre-eminent Masters, to the complete exclusion of Alter. She is readily one of the most beautiful creatures in the school, as perfection of body and mind is her only true concern. However, she continues to seek that which is more perfect than her, to learn its secrets... and destroy her competition.<br><br><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong> Aurelia is a serious, discerning sort that spends little time on pleasantries. Her only driving interest is perfecting herself and doing whatever is necessary to achieve that. She is quite heavily masochistic, seeing it as the highest road to finding that perfection.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Force</strong></span><br><strong>Ranking of Masteries</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;1st: Control (Alter mastery sacrificed for Control)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd: Sense<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Lightsaber:</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Type:</em> Dual short<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Colour:</em> Blood (tinted slightly darker than standard Sith Red)<br>&nbsp;<em>&nbsp; Style:</em> Jar'Kai (Altered to be significantly faster and more aggressive with Aurelia's use of short blades)<br><br>Additional details:<br><br>Aurelia is an absolute powerhouse of physical prowess. 130 years of self-fleshcrafting has left her a marvel unachievable via conventional genetic engineering. She is, in fact, no longer human. She wasn't human to start - but she had used them as a baseline for her original modifications. Aurelia now lies beyond even the&nbsp; theoretical maximum potential of humans, or indeed nearly all of the galactic humanoid races. This was not necessarily unusual for a highly talented Force user, however for her, the changes were permanent rather than temporary Force-enhanced abilities. Aurelia is thus extraordinarily hardy in all ways, blazingly fast, acrobatic to an extreme. She is impossibly strong for her size or any, and can sustain herself on relative minimums of nourishment without significant impact on her performance. <br><br>Similarly, she leaves little to no waste, as her internal organs have received as much an overhaul as her bones and muscles. While most Force users draw power from the living Force, her midichlorians seem content to draw energy from nourishment; as such, she requires immense amounts of food to execute her art, not only for the raw materials but for the requisite Force power to make it happen.<br><br>Aurelia is nearly untouchable in standard combat with any kind of weapon, but she has one quite massive chink in her metaphorical armor. Her talent with Alter-class Force abilities is similar to a black hole of ability. Not only is she unable to use abilities like Force Push, she is also completely unable to dispell them. She can only rely on the "natural" potential of her body to resist such attacks, and against a powerful user of such, she could well be rendered impotent if caught in a bad spot. However, against mediocre users of said abilities, she is physically fast and strong enough to overcome them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 07:23:25</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3370252836_323f4998b6.jpg)<br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> H8 "Krath Holocron" DR01B<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Please Don't Make me guess<br><strong>Race:</strong> Custom Droid<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> It's hurting me!<br><strong>Actual Age:</strong>&nbsp; AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGH!<br>Position: Teacher/Triage Surgeon/Factory/Magnificent Leader of us all, oh yes.<br><br><strong>Basic Concept:</strong> Holocron of the leaders of an ancient dark side cult placed into the body of a bunch of clashing models of droid.<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong>&nbsp; Not the arc welder!&nbsp; NOT THE ARC WELDER!!!<br><br><br><strong>Description:</strong><br><br>&nbsp; <em>Hair:</em> Shiny... oh so shiny and chrome...<br>&nbsp; <em>Eyes:</em> Burning red, like a terminal stage gas giant<br>&nbsp; <em>Face:</em> I think the sedative is working...<br>&nbsp; <em>Body Type:</em> The head and body of a surgeon, three arms and the breasts of a nanny droid, and an entire factory for a lower half.<br>&nbsp; <em>Skin Tone:</em> Brushed metal on the head, transparent synthplastic on the torso, and black synthflesh on the breasts and arms<br>&nbsp; <em>Voice:</em> The screeching... it won't stop...&nbsp; it's in my head...&nbsp; please make it stop, I'll do a pretty dance for you...<br>&nbsp; <em>Other:</em> H8 is a very good master.&nbsp; I am in love with him.&nbsp; Her modular body turns me on.&nbsp; I elevate my skin temperature slightly when I see its wires coming out from a factory socket...<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Greed, Tranquility, Humanity, Compassion, Humility<br><strong>Desires: </strong> Suffering, Death, The destruction of purity<br><strong>Habits:</strong> Creatively reprogramming pleasure droids (hee hee!), Attempting to kill people in his care<br><strong>Insecurities:</strong> Woudln't YOU like to know!<br><strong>Deadly Sin:</strong> Wrath <br><br><br><strong>Background:</strong> The Krath holocron originated when the leaders of the ancient sith order of the Krath realized they could only live so long, and recorded the secrets of their dark alchemy for future generations.&nbsp; The holocron passed from hand to hand, until it ended up in the posession of a sickly Mon Calamari smuggler, who had to get it through the center of republic space.&nbsp; The smuggler secreted the holocron inside his DR01B medical droid, who he wagered no Jedi would disassemble and risk his life.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the smuggler was attacked by pirates shortly after entering republic space.&nbsp; The pirates took his cargo, but got the impression that he was hiding something.&nbsp; In a fit of rage, a wookie slave of the pirate crew tore off the arms of the smuggler's medical droid, pushing the holocron through the droid's ethics cortex in the same motion that slammed it against the wall.&nbsp; <br><br>A few minutes later, the republic arrived to the scene of the shipjacking, and disabled the pirates with a barrage of ion cannon fire.&nbsp; DR01B was struck by a power surge from an ion bolt, permanently fusing the sith holocron inside him into his conciousness.&nbsp; The droid was nearly incinerated, but a canny scavenger saw the value of a high end medical droid and stole him from the incinerator.&nbsp; The next few weeks were filled with internal struggle for the droid, as he fought against the holocron completely rewriting his software from the ground up, converting him from a third degree medical droid to a first degree fully sentient assasain droid.&nbsp; By this time, DR01B was working for a wealthy family, caring for their children and servents.&nbsp; The droid's arms had been replaced with a gleaming set of protocol droid arms, and his inability to perform surgery filled him with feelings of inadequacy.&nbsp; Finally, he dismantled the family TDL-H8 nanny droid, and stole her four synthflesh arms and most of her chest, mostly for her devotion circuts, which signifigantly enhanced his ability to feel emotion.<br><br>After painting the walls of his masters' home red, H8 DR01B struck out across the galaxy, killing many people, and working breifly as a bounty hunter before returning to the Sith.&nbsp; He was invited to the Sith Academy on Malachor, to head up the infirmary dealing with the inevitable lightsaber wounds.&nbsp; The early weeks were rough, and H8 made many enemies by reccomending euthenasia for all patients (and carrying it out for many of them).&nbsp; After getting its factory facilities online, H8 mellowed out slightly, but not enough to avoid being sliced in half by an angry Dark Jedi.&nbsp; A pity he didn't see the dart coming at his neck from behind him in his rage.&nbsp; His facial expressions as the maggots hatched were priceless.&nbsp; H8 never bothered to replace the lower half of his body, instead opting to simply install himself in consoles throughout his factory, or simply hang from a crane.&nbsp; He has few desires other than to teach and inflict pain.<br><br><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong> Cold, alien, filled with hate, and hating compassion and light with every circut of his metal frame.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Force:</strong></span><br><strong>Ranking of Mysteries:</strong><br><br>1st: Alchemy (He practices dark side alchemy mostly by harvesting pain and suffering, and using it to provide force energy through mystical and ritual means.&nbsp; A fist sized crystal at the center of his lab acts as a dark force resivoir, enabling him to practice the unnatural arts, primarily fleshwarping, reanimation, and infusion of force energy into inanimate objects)<br>2nd: Pure Hate<br><br><strong>Lightsaber</strong><br>&nbsp; <em>Type:</em> Single standard blade<br>&nbsp; <em>Color:</em> Cheap synthetic yellow<br>&nbsp; <em>Style:</em> Form III defensive, albeit while hanging from a crane and swinging his saber from a tentacle extending from the bottom of the torso.&nbsp; Also favors balance form VI, reverting to it when pressured.&nbsp; Notably proficient in form II, yet reluctant to use the style except for demonstration purposes.
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				Post by: <strong>Mnemaxa</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 08:21:15</strong>
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				<strong>Darth Simetra</strong><br>Name: She no longer goes by her original name, and would not recognize it.&nbsp; <br>Sex: Female<br>Race: Twi'lek<br>Apparent Age: 25<br>Actual Age: 74<br>Position: Teacher of the Malachor.<br><br>Basic Concept: Knowledge and power leech.<br><br>Sexuality: Bisexual, sadistic bent.<br><br>Description<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Hair: None.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Eye: Venous blue<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Face: Calm, thoughtful, scarred along left eye.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Body Type: Slender and tall.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Skin Tone: Milky, with unhealthy looking shadow-tone along the 'edges' of her body (eyes, ears, joints, lekku, etc.).&nbsp; It is presumed she was white skinned at one time.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Voice: Soft and melodic.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Other: She maintains her apparent youth though vitality leeching spells that she performs as punishment for those who fail her or for captured enemies.&nbsp; This does not entirely prevent the Dark Side marring of her body entirely, so she looks unhealthy despite being perfectly fit. <br><br>Dislikes: Failure; ignorance; hesitation without reasoning; thoughtlessness.<br>Desires: A proper apprentice; knowledge; a plaything to torment; supremacy.<br>Habits: Sleeping in a warded area. <br>Insecurities: Infirmity; she feels the weight of the Dark Side's toll on her body despite the rituals she uses to keep her vital.<br>Deadly Sin: Pride; the knowledge and skills she possesses are not all her own, and some of it is dangerous even to the wielder without true experience.<br><br>Character Background: <br><em>Once more, she sits at the side of a bed, watching the dying, emaciated figure of her current Master as he struggles in vain to clutch at an existence he is no longer worthy of.&nbsp; It is unusual for such a creature to die quietly, but this death is not easy.&nbsp; No, the synox leaching all moisture from his body and ravaging his internal organs was agony incarnate, and the knowledge that his apprentice, his beautiful, hateful monster of an apprentice had not only poisoned him but sat watching him die this agonizing death made him both proud and furious.&nbsp; So one last gift he gave her.&nbsp; Struggling onto his side, he propped himself up, and spoke, his voice bubbling as blood streamed into his lungs from a ruined throat.&nbsp; "To you....Darth Siemtra, I be....bequeath my knowledge....and power...."&nbsp; <br><br>With that, he spat, a black gout of blood that struck her right eye.&nbsp; To her credit, she did not flinch, as Darth Hadra had expected....so when the acidic bile he'd conjured from his seething fury, his poisoned blood, and his malignant knowledge started to eat into her eye, she screamed, fresher, darker crimson running along her face.&nbsp; She remains blind in that eye to this day, not bothering to have it cybernetically replaced; it is said that if she removes the eye patch, one can see the flickering blue-white fires of the Dark Side within the empty, burned socket.</em><br><br>Darth Simetra is a very pale, tall, and unusually slender member of the Twi'lek race.&nbsp; She is not one of the oldest teachers, but she is one of the most knowledgeable.&nbsp; Some of her knowledge was garnered from her studies under one master or another, but the largest amount of it was gained from her long relationship with one of the Malachorian Council members.&nbsp; The stories say that she stole many of the secrets from him as he lay dying of poison.&nbsp; Other say she received them as a final gift from the old master as a reward and curse to torment her with.&nbsp; She does not answer impertinent questions on this subject directly.<br><br>In truth, Darth Simetra is less a Sith Lord than she is a Force Witch, and her skills with the Force demonstrate this.&nbsp; While her basic skills with the Force closely resemble that of the Jedi and the Sith, and she does require her students to be at least conversant with such skills as they are inevitably required in battle, her true skills lie in the use of the Force as a weapon and a defense in more complex ways than the base and crude manipulation the warrior sects (as she calls them) use.&nbsp; She is a thief of knowledge and something of a throwback; despite this Malachor's Dark Lords respect her, for in her travels to learn and garner the understanding she now has, she has stolen and absorbed knowledge that no Sith Lord would ever have imagined.<br><br>Her passions run deep and sinister; unlike many of her ilk, she teaches her students to maintain this simmering cauldron of hate, disgust, and arrogance deep inside to draw their strength from rather than depending on intense and constant passionate emotions to spur themselves forward.&nbsp; Using this wellspring, she can craft complex areas where the Force does her will, rather than flows naturally.&nbsp; Such places can become nightmarish traps of energy and emotions, causing those who simply manipulate the force to become disoriented and confused, and disrupting the delicate control and precision required to perform light saber combat.&nbsp; Likewise, such areas can become intense channels for certain forms of the Force, creating avenues where Force Lightning becomes a cascade of raw, viscous energy that washes back and forth, destroying anything caught within.&nbsp; <br><br>She is also quite adept at internalizing her Force Spells, and is one of those dreadful few who can draw vitality, energy, health, and even knowledge from those around her.&nbsp; Likewise, she can transmit her will and spirit through the Force to far away places, though such travel is dangerous at best, and suicidal at worse.&nbsp; Doing so is exceedingly strenuous, and causes her a great deal of pain, even if when she is physically perfectly healthy.&nbsp; However, all of these potent spells and mystic techniques require time and effort; using any spell too quickly can not only harm the wielder, but can actually damage the force itself, causing the dreadful Tears and Wounds in the force that make even the Sith wary.&nbsp; The usual result of a spell failing so badly is death.<br><br>Darth Simetra does not seem to carry a light saber.&nbsp; She does carry a staff of heavy crystal, the source of which she does not speak of.&nbsp; The Twi'lek also caries what appears to be a short knife of the same material, but the staff is quite different - it is infused with her will and the power of the Dark Side.&nbsp; She imbues it with and sheathes it in a constant layer of the Force, which makes it impervious to damage and light sabers alike.&nbsp; It is as much an extension of her will and self as a Sith or Jedi's light saber, and by contracting it around the crystal and molding the shell of force into planes rather than a cylinder, it can be just as sharp and as deadly as a light saber.&nbsp; Darth Simetra does not require her students to use the same techniques, but many, upon crafting their first light saber, are instructed by other teachers or their masters to demonstrate their skill to Darth Simetra.&nbsp; They invariably return bruised.&nbsp; <br><br>She was chosen for this mission for two reasons:&nbsp; first, she has a very solid grasp of force combat that is not simply reliant on the incantations of the Malachor.&nbsp; She requires all of her students be conversant with force combat in the same manner, able to use the force to push, block, and coccon themselves, as well as sustain themselves in long term combats against those who use both light sabers and blasters.&nbsp; Second, she has a powerful talent for seeing the the Unifying Force - both Dark and Light sides of the Force.&nbsp; This made her ideal for seeking out the secrets that the abandoned station contains; and she is sure that it was abandoned, and not destroyed.&nbsp; But what would make the Sith abandon such a place?<br><br>Darth Simetra is determined to find out.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Brief Synopsis of Personality:&nbsp; Seemingly as emotionless as a Jedi Master, Darth Simetra has an undercurrent of venomous hate and seething rage that gives her incredible power.&nbsp; She is vicious and cruel in any situation where she is not teaching or learning.&nbsp; She does not brook fools or hilarity in her presence without excellent reason - power and knowledge being the only reasons worth mentioning.&nbsp; She maintains use of many archaic methods of using the Force, including her older, less potent light saber, which few see her use at all.<br><br>The Force<br>Ranking of Masteries<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;1st: Sense; "One must understand the weave and warp of the Force to craft the rituals properly."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd: Alter; "This is how the Force can be moved to your desire and passions."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;3rd: Control; "What occurs without, can be directed within."<br><br>Light saber:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Type:&nbsp; Single long blade; focusing material is unknown (believed to be a metal ore).<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colour:&nbsp; Searing and translucent deep blue, nearly ultraviolet.&nbsp; It is not as powerful as most crystal-based blades and can be overpowered by even standard Jedi blades used by a master, but it is more destructive to inorganic material; unlike most light sabers hers will not short out in water.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Style: Niman, with heavy reliance on the Tràkata techniques.&nbsp; Unlike most Sith and Jedi, she cannot use her blade to block Force Lightning or Force Attacks; instead she is able to redirect the power, causing it to impact against things to the side or behind her.&nbsp; This has the side effect of making combat as her ally exceedingly dangerous.<br><br>In combat, Darth Simetra is a strange mixture of foolhardy and cautious.&nbsp; Her technique center on the oddly passive (for a Sith Lord) Niman techniques, but she has a very good understanding of all the techniques.&nbsp; Her apparent age hides a wealth of knowledge, and the use of a force imbued staff rather than a light saber gives her a slight advantage in combat - most of the vaunted forms of light saber technique are designed for fighting other light sabers and allowing the combatant to use the force to guide and open up channels of attack.&nbsp; Since her hands may be placed anywhere on the staff and she can use the entire staff to block with, this gives her options light saber wielders must consciously adapt to, rather than intuitively understand.&nbsp; The other reason she prefers this is because she can use the staff, in combination with Force Sorcery, to infect the Universal Force in an area with the Dark Side energies within herself and that her opponent uses.&nbsp; This is largely obvious yet seemingly meaningless when it is first done - an odd flourish here, a burst of Force sparks there, an particularly brutal thrust that damages a wall here, and pulses of her seething anger and contempt.&nbsp; <br><br>If she is in danger of being defeated, she will then discard her staff - usually in an advantageous manner - and switch to her light saber, which is disguised as the force imbued crystal knife an her side.&nbsp; This is where her Tràkata techniques become evident.&nbsp; If she can, she will try and coerce the enemy into their previous battleground, where her influence on the force has already been laid like a deadly minefield.&nbsp; The opponent will have to deal with a light saber flicking on and off at unpredictable intervals, a dagger which is incredibly sharp and can block light sabers, and her attempts to deflect and redirect blows rather than simply parry and stop them; and all this is in addition to trying to work his way through a series of Force guided blows that cause his desires and hatred to flow into specific patters of destructive behavior.&nbsp; Not the ones he desires to indulge in currently, but the ones Simetra and he have created in their previous battle - where she was using an entirely different weapon.&nbsp; Note that this specialized technique will not be available to her if they do not fight in previously used battlegrounds - although any place where the force is present in great strength will be equally dangerous to her opponents.<br><br>Naturally, Darth Simetra does not like engaging in such battles: they are wasteful of time and energy, and she knows all too well how hatred and anger can be thieved from another and used against them; after all, she does it to others almsot constantly.&nbsp; It is the basis of all Sith relationships.&nbsp; If she can set up a battlefield before hand, she will make every effort to do so.&nbsp; Fighting her on her own terms is suicidal, even for other Dark Lords of the Sith.&nbsp; Her main weaknesses in combat are that she does not think anything of suffering a wound or injury - or even an arm or leg - in combat, leaving her open to foolhardy maneuvers.&nbsp; She will also be unable to block or parry direct blows with her light saber without taking the risk of it shorting out - another reason she relies so heavily on the Tràkata techniques, because it takes several seconds before she can reignite the blade....seconds in which she has only her knife to defend herself with.&nbsp; Her greatest weakness, however, is her reliance on her manipulation of the Universal Force; if she is in a situation where she cannot manipulate or control her opponent's movements at least some of the time, she is at a great disadvantage simply because her techniques are reliant on NOT using a weapon constantly AND influencing her opponents maneuvers as she needs them to go.&nbsp; <br><br>Essentially Darth Simetra suffers the same weakness as many Jedi do - her control must be absolute, so she cannot simply loose herself to the passion of warfare as other Sith do.<br><br><div align="center">(http://i425.photobucket.com/albums/pp339/Mnemaxa/Twilek01.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Edit for Spelling.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Will</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 17:41:07</strong>
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				Name: Kawan Madavoan<br>Sex: Male<br>Species: Mirialan<br>Age: 21<br>Position: Student<br>School: Korriban<br><br>Personality: Kawan is mean-spirited at heart, easily entertained by the misfortune of others.&nbsp; He is nevertheless a rather pleasant individual, although there is a deep-rooted level of hate seething beneath his calm exterior.&nbsp; He dislikes lightsabers, only keeping his around "just in case," and carrying a blaster for much the same reason.&nbsp; In truth, his abilities with the lightsaber have atrophied from disuse.&nbsp; If questioned about his lack of use of the saber, he is dismissive of it, claiming ability with the Force makes it unnecessary.&nbsp; If pressed further, he becomes extremely agitated.<br><br>Sexuality: Bisexual, female preference.&nbsp; He makes little time for such things, but his decadent side does demand satisfaction occasionally, especially if he stands to gain by it.<br><br>(http://i396.photobucket.com/albums/pp44/lurchdaddy_bucket/Mirialan_Scout_by_artbytravis.jpg)<br><br>Character Background: Kawan was born the youngest of a large family, one of the wealthiest in the Mirial system.&nbsp; He had a childhood typical of boys in his station... An education consisting of academics including history, sciences, and culture, as well as more physical endeavors such as sports and fencing.&nbsp; He showed an enourmous aptitude for fencing, competing far above his age bracket.&nbsp; His talent was so remarkable, in fact, that a memeber of the Jedi Order came to his homeworld to consider him for training, however, the child was already too old, as well as spoiled, prideful, and petulant.&nbsp; It was not until many years later that Kawan came to realize who and what the woman who had sparred with him was, and why she had come.&nbsp; His family was extremely disappointed in his seeming failure.<br><br>As Kawan grew older, he began to find his thrills in going to some of the less reputable areas and carousing under an assumed name.&nbsp; However, one particular evening when he had a bit too much to drink, he made the mistake of revealing himself in a bar while in the process of picking a fight.&nbsp; He did carry a very nice vibrosword, but he was woefully unprepared for the blasters that were soon trained on him... A group of pirates had been passing through and could never pass up such a golden opportunity.&nbsp; They took Kawan away without a struggle and held him for ransom.<br><br>His family had very little sympathy for him, as he had steadily become their black sheep, especially to his parents, who had never treated him the same after his rejection by the Jedi.&nbsp; They refused to negotiate, and Kawan was beaten savagely by the disappointed pirates before being sold into slavery.&nbsp; The slavers treated him no better, seeing him as a worthless piece of trash, too weak and refined to be of use as a slave.&nbsp; They forced him to do menial tasks, beat him without mercy, and humiliated him publicly.&nbsp; It was nearly more than he could bear, but he never broke.&nbsp; He kept his head up, unceasingly arrogant and insulting towards his masters.&nbsp; Many thrashings were earned, and several times they actually <em>tried</em> to beat him do death.&nbsp; He was, however, unbelievably resilient.<br><br>The slavers occasionally changed up their trade routes as supply and demand moved elsewhere, and one fateful day they landed on the ruined planet of Korriban to bring servants and slaves to the Sith.&nbsp; Kawan was brought out and paraded before the potential buyers just as he had been so many times, but this time was different.&nbsp; He always knew that he stood out among the filthy rabble of the other slaves, but he thought it was merely his bloodline.&nbsp; On that day, however, he was taken from the lineup without payment, handed a simple bright-red lightsaber, and offered a chance for revenge.&nbsp; It had been over a year since Kawan had smiled, and at that moment, as the angry red blade flashed to life before his eyes, a sadistic grin grew on his face, and he turned on his old masters, cutting down everyone within striking distance as the Sith behind him watched.&nbsp; <br><br>Kawan was not unscathed, however.&nbsp; He took a pair of intensely painful shots to the abdomen from a blaster pistol, leaving scars that linger even now.&nbsp; He had grown used to pain with the slavers, and even begun to subconsciously thrive on it, using it to fuel his hate and anger, but it was when he felt the shock from those blaster bolts that his true power finally broke.&nbsp; The few slavers that had not already been incapacitated were suddenly forced backwards, giving him the brief moment he needed to finish them off.<br><br>Kawan was taken into the academy after being freed, and his powers progressed at a fairly impressive pace.&nbsp; He requested to be directed in advanced lightsaber combat training, and proved more than capable, but his instructors decided that he lacked enough focus to be anything but a danger.&nbsp; Kawan was not pleased in the slightest.&nbsp; There was a method to the process, however.&nbsp; They directed him into focusing on Alter, knowing that his extreme resentment would lead to great things.<br><br>His powers in Alter did indeed outpace that of most students, although he was often wild and barely controlled.&nbsp; His powers include:<br><br>-Telekinesis; Kawan can easily lift and move considerable weight, although it takes every bit of his mind.&nbsp; Fine detail still eludes him.<br>-Inflicting phantom pain; Kawan's extensive experience with prolonged, regular gang beatings and torture at the hands of the slavers has left him ideally suited to the manipulation of pain in others, although real physical damage is rare.&nbsp; He has been known to get carried away and contort his target's body as he attempts this however, snapping ligaments and causing lasting bodily harm.&nbsp; It is not normal, it is not common, and it only happens when he is deeply immersed in his victim's suffering.&nbsp; This ability grows progressively more difficult on more exotic lifeforms.<br><br><br>The Force<br>Ranking of Masteries<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;1st: Alter<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd: Sense<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;3rd: Control<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Lightsaber: Yes.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Type: Single blade<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Colour: Red<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Style: Common Sith design
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Baron</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 18:42:31</strong>
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				<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>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Hair:</strong> Black<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Eyes: </strong>Dark Blue<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Face: </strong>Often a smirk playing on his lips, he enjoys toying with others, especially during combat.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Body Type:</strong> Toned, his tall frame having filled out from years of training. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Skin Tone:</strong> Tanned with several scars.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Voice:</strong> Brash and confident, his arrogance well justified<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<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>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>1st:</strong> Lightsaber Combat<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>2nd:</strong> Kinetic Powers (usually used to accentuate physical strikes)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<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)&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Lightsaber:</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Type: </strong>Single Long Blade<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Colour:</strong> Red (tinted with the shards of a purple to give it a purple hue)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>23-06-2009, 21:35:08</strong>
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				Name: Rax Vidanes<br>Sex: Male<br>Race: Human<br>Age: 23<br>Position: Student<br><br>Basic Concept: Pervert and manipulate the new "Force Sorcery" to enhance and assist in the reanimation of flesh for various reasons (Hello necromancer!)<br>Sexuality: Straight, Normally&nbsp; "uninterested" (http://www.laughinggame.com/2008/07/20/gtfo-bitch-im-doing-science/)<br><br>Description<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Hair: Light Brown, wavy-styled back<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Eyes: Orange<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Face: Calm, blank<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Body Type: Slender<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Skin Tone: Cream colored<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Voice: Deep, Low<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Other:<br>(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/115.jpg)<br><br>Dislikes: Interruptions, Inefficiency, Laziness,<br>Desires: Peace/solitude (To indulge in his studies), Test Subjects, Knowledge, Time<br>Habits: Uses a Rigged facial mask (Prevents down time- Eating, drinking, sterilization etc). Losses track of time. Talks to himself when bored with what others are saying.<br><br>Insecurities: His humanity prevents his advancement to understand the dark side fully. Defeat<br><br>Deadly Sin: Envy<br><br>Character Background:<br>Rax Vidanes spent most of his youth abroad a star ship that orbited around the war torn remains of Taris. His parents and grand parents before him had spent decades on the luxury cruiser, that manged to escape the sith bombardments. With their home planet in ruins and their fortunes left to the elements, the family slowly turned on themselves. Rax found peace in the small crawl spaces of the ship, anger boiling inside of him of a "family" that only spoke of the glorious days of the past. <br><br>As he grew older and scouting parties were sent to Taris, he felt compelled to leave the ship and learn of the beloved home world he had grown up watching from outer orbit. Now in his teen years and on actual ground, his inquisitive mind took over. He searched and learned all he could from the ruins, a deep hunger to explore consumed him. His research took importance over everything else, until his brothers followed him down to the surface. <br><br>Cursed with being the middle child, he had to endure the praises and coddles his parents showered upon the others. The oldest being the "hope" of the family, the youngest being the "pretty" one that had the face for service in the senate. Anger boiled inside of Rax, Anger he focused on his exploration of the world and his studies. Into his adult hood he studied and devoted himself fully to the cause, bitter that it would take a life time to learn everything the galaxy had to offer. Whispers tickled his ear, a call that he did not know how to answer, an instinct he felt brewing deep in his core. The voices talked with him, comforted him as they told him what he wanted to hear. He became dependent on the dialogue he had with "himself", preferring to spend hours on end with himself in study instead of acknowledging his family. <br><br>All went well, his brothers realized Rax, unusual behavior and followed him. Rax was in discussion with himself, trying to make sense of glyphs he had found on the planet. Once he became aware that he had been followed, "instinct" told him they would try to take credit for his finding. In a fit of rage, he smashed their heads into the ancient runes and left them to decay. <br><br>By the time his family realized of the fratricide committed, he had been compelled to leave the planet and trusted the "instinct" until he came across the academy of Malachor. <br>Ranking of Masteries<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;1st: Force "Sorcery"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd: midi-chlorian manipulation<br>&nbsp; <br>Lightsaber:<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Type: Single standard<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Color: Dark Orange<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Style: Shien / Djem So- Tràkata(supplement)<br><br><br>*************************************************<br>To be continued, had to do my homework on this world so I am "flowing with the time line"- Can't come from Taris if the world was blown to shit by the sith in the civil war.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>24-06-2009, 21:37:17</strong>
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				(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/character/sith.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Taishari<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Race:</strong> Ferrerreo<br><strong>Apparent/Actual Age</strong>: 20<br><strong>Position:</strong> Student at Korriban <br><strong><br>Basic Concept:</strong> An ex-slave and survivor of unethical medical experiments, Taishari craves only the pain of others.<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Anything she can hurt<br><br><strong>Description</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Hair</em>: Mahogany and copper striped, most only a few inches long but with interwoven fibres to make it seem longer in places. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Eyes</em>: Black<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Face</em>: Attractive and expressive<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Body Type</em>: Lithe, extremely flexible <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Skin Tone</em>: Soft gold (silvery when frightened)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Voice</em>: Mute<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Other</em>: Scaring to her throat, faint surgical scars on her belly and scalp<br><br><strong>Dislikes</strong>: Sudden sounds, seeing what she can't have, gloaters, blaster wounds, being ignored<br><strong>Desires</strong>: To inspire fear and to inflict pain<br><strong>Habits</strong>: Snapping her fingers for attention, eating her food with only one hand<br><strong>Insecurities</strong>: Being stared at or watched, her lack of control<br><strong>Deadly Sin</strong>: Wrath<br><br><strong>Character Background:</strong> Taishari's earliest memories were pleasant, tauntingly so. Her mother brushing her hair, her sister singing, her father's laughter. She remembered being loved. She was taught the basics or writing, numbers, how to steer a ship. The years of pan and fear made her memories of that time taste false and bitter, giving cruel hope. <br><br>Her family's ship was ambushed on a trade route they were travelling, the battle brief and vicious. They were boarded and captured, their ship looted of goods and parts, her mother and sister raped, her father beaten to death. <br><br>Separated from her mother and sister, she spent several days in a hot, cramped room before being put into the slave auctions. The stink of terrified, closely packed bodies and the hungry eyes of those seeking to buy, a hundred different voices asking about what species, how old, how healthy, bartering, squabbling, crying, begging. She doesn't remember being sold or transported, but she remembers being stripped, her head shaved and being cleaned before being put with a dozen other similarly treated slaves.<br><br>She remembered asking questions and being hushed by the older slaves who knew something of being slaves. They had been bought as several different auctions, all within a few days. Several others were shoved into the room. Then, they were taken out one at a time, the youngest to eldest. Taishari was the third to be taken, too frightened to do anything but cry - and soon she couldn't even do that. <br><br>Her life as a test subject began, operated on to please her master's sadistic curiosity - and later to aid sexual arousal. Her mind was warped by the years of silent suffering, until her intense feelings of hate, fear and loathing finally unleashed on her master, crushing his organs in a moment. There was no time for any sound of pain, dying too fast. She would have starved, strapped to the operating table, had her master's subordinates come looking. <br><br>They had no idea their beloved spiritual leader had a collection of 'experiments', and would have rather killed the slaves then let the truth be known. When they came to the hasty decision, Taishari did as she had done to her master, only slower. She crushed both her 'saviours' and fellow slaves with a slow cruelty, drinking in their cries of agony that she hadn't been able to give voice to. <br><br>Dressed in simple clothing, she found her way out of the compound, the flood of sights and sounds she hadn't heard for over thirteen ears almost driving her back in. She was in the higher levels of Coruscant, and after some trouble was sensed and caught by a sith apprentice, who's master deposited her at Korriban.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong>Due to Taishari's imprisonment, she has learnt to read the emotions and body language of those around her better than most. She gets impatient when ignored and cannot control her abilities very well yet, though she's come along in lightsaber training quite quickly. Her craving to learn is almost as powerful as her desire to hurt others.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><strong><em>The Force</em><br>Ranking of Masteries</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;1st: Telekinesis<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd: <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Lightsaber:</strong> <br>&nbsp; <em> Type</em>: Pike<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Colour</em>: Sith red<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Style</em>: Still in training
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-06-2009, 16:48:09</strong>
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				Name: Damiana<br>Sex: Unknown but leaning toward female<br>Race: Human-esque/possibly Witch of Dathomar<br>Apparent Age: 25<br>Actual Age: 30<br>Position: Student<br><br>Basic Concept: Concentrating on magic to alter oneself, Damiana has become something other then male or female.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raised on a female matriarch planet, it has reshaped itself to be more like the gender it idolized, but in the process became something almost alien.<br><br>Sexuality: Pansexual, leaning toward female.&nbsp; Possibly a sadist.<br><br>Description<br>Hair: None<br>Eyes:&nbsp; Green<br>Face: Androgynous, clean of all hair.<br>Body Type: Lithe<br>Skin Type: Pale<br>Voice: Soft<br><br>Dislikes: Ugliness, brutishness, laziness<br>Desires: Perfection, beauty, power<br>Habits: Mediating<br>Insecurities: Its own body, having its culture track him down and act against it using the Jedi<br>Deadly Sin: Lust, Greed (for new techniques)<br><br>Character Background<br>Damiana was an unlucky child.&nbsp; He was born male on a jungle planet in an Amazon society where those with power were female.&nbsp; Not wanting to take the abuse and hardship he was subjected too, he fled into the jungle.&nbsp; In the jungle he found ancient runes from an old Sith base that had been established centuries ago.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside he found writings containing ancient Sith sorceries.&nbsp; Using these he started to study and train himself.&nbsp; Slowly he molded himself into something more feminine.&nbsp; Not long after he was found by the Malachor and has been a very apt and eager pupil.&nbsp; No longer is he the weak young male he was, it is now somewhere in between the male and female.&nbsp; It is shaping itself into a work of art and has eagerly absorbed and studied anything put in front of it.<br><br>Brief Synopsis of Personality: Damiana can be seen as very cold and sometimes distant due to the effort it puts into its studies of Sith sorcery.&nbsp; Damiana has worked on becoming more seductive intent on feeding the growing lust that seems to come with each new addition.&nbsp; <br><br>The Force<br>Ranking of Masteries<br>1st: Alter Sorceries (I will slowly alter myself into a thing of beauty and perfection.&nbsp; A living, breathing work of art).<br>2nd: Control Sorceries (To control the outside world is to control oneself).<br>3rd: Sense Sorceries (Learning to sense ones surroundings can be crucial to the perfection of the rituals).<br><br>Lightsaber:<br>Type: Force imbued staff<br>Look: The staff looks almost tribal carved from wood from Damiana’s homeworld and covered in various Sith runes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadySky</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 01:51:04</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/XollenSith.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Xollen<br><strong>Sex:</strong> Female<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human<br><strong>Apparent Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Actual Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br><br><strong>Basic Concept:</strong> Devoid of any apparent personality, Xollen is obsessed with becoming one with "the breath". Never smiles, speaks, or engages in any activity that is not directly related to perfecting her bond with "the breath". Seething rage boils beneath the surface of her calm cold exterior however.<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> NONE<br><br><strong>Description</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Hair:</strong> Bald<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Eyes:</strong> Black<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Face:</strong> Sharp angled features<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Body Type:</strong> Powerful &amp; Athletic<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Skin Tone:</strong> Pale<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Voice:</strong> Graveled and Rough, very deep<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Other:</strong> Sith tattoos mark her face, neck, &amp; shoulders. Wears armored clothing at all times, her full flowing skirt her only feminine attribute.<br><br><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Jedi<br><strong>Desires:</strong> Ultimate power, to be one with "the breath"<br><strong>Habits:</strong> Talking to self<br><strong>Insecurities:</strong> Her inability to master one special power, she is good at everything but not perfect at anything.<br><strong>Deadly Sin:</strong> Self-hatred<br><br><strong>Character Background:</strong> Born on Corusant to a wealthy family Xollen was a privileged child. At 4 years old a Jedi Master discovered her and to Xollen's terror she was taken to be trained as a Jedi. Her hatred grew for the Jedi as she was not allowed to visit her family but she did find great pleasure in learning about the force. It did not take long before her obsession with perfection landed her in trouble with her instructors and fellow students. Over time her anger became uncontrollable and the Jedi expelled her from the temple.<br><br>Xollen returned to her family but everything had changed, she was now 14 and very dangerous. Resentful of her new younger siblings and full of self hatred for failing the Jedi she ran away at 15 to discover the force on her own terms. Being young and alone however she fell into a smuggling ring and was sold into slavery within 6 months.<br><br>Passed around for the next year her hatred and rage built and grew until she was unstoppable, by regular means that is. Traveling on a smugglers ship to her next owners Xollen decided she had had enough. Using every ounce of knowledge she remembered she murdered the entire ships crew, 16 males, surprised to discover how she thrived in the killing process. Pleased with herself for the first time in her life Xollen realized her destiny, to kill all she saw as deserving of death. Using the ship she returned to Corusant and proceeded to kill her entire family. By this time her sanity was truly questionable.<br><br>Realizing the danger she had placed herself in she swiftly fled the planet and proceeded to get rid of all evidence. The ship was quickly sold to unsavory characters, her former beauty gone as she shaved her head bald and let the darkness in her soul take over her features. Remembering everything she had been taught Xollen proceeded to train herself, living a strict and harsh lifestyle. She traveled to any system rumored to have information concerning the Sith and built attack droids for herself designed to kill her.<br><br>At 18 years old she arrived on Aaris III following a rumor of Sith artifacts. There she met Darth Une. Impressed with her rage and hatred, Darth Une realized Xollen would be an excellent Sith if taught to control her emotions and use them properly. Xollen did not trust Darth Une and attempted to kill him. Her foolish attempt was amusing to the Sith and instead of simply killing her he took her back to the Malchor Acadamy for training. Xollen was impressed and excited to discover the school but resentful of having been taken against her will. She thrives now however, having learned to control her emotions and her life is devoted to becoming one with "the breath".<br><br>Xollen trusts no one and nothing except for "the breath". She firmly believes all in her life have betrayed her and her hatred for the Jedi is extreme. Now fully dedicated to becoming one with "the breath" her obsessive nature is both a strength and a weakness.<br><br><strong>Brief Synopsis of Personality:</strong> Cold, ruthless, devoid of feelings or so it would seem. Beneath the surface she is seething with rage and hatred of not only all Jedi but herself as well. Never has any contact with her fellow Sith unless in battle. Finds perverse pleasure in killing and torture.<br><br><strong>The Force<br>Ranking of Masteries</strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>1st:</strong> Force Speed<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>2nd:</strong> Force Body<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Lightsaber:</strong><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Type:</strong> Paired Lightsaber or Fiber-cord linked Lightsaber<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Colour:</strong> Red<br>&nbsp; <strong> Style:</strong> Niman/Jar'Kai, Sokan, &amp; Trakata<br><br>Xollen in Combat<br><br>Xollen is very physical. On a basic level she is strong and powerful physically, her body a fine tuned machine and weapon. Trained from childhood in lightsaber combat Xollen obsessively perfected her mastery over Form I through Form VII. Her obsession with perfecting these skills were what led to her dismissal from the Jedi Order. Continuing her own training she has a clear grasp on all 7 forms and is well versed in the following techniques. <em>Sokan, Shien, Jar'Kai, Dun Möch, Telekinetic lightsaber combat, Trispzest Mounted lightsaber combat, Double-bladed lightsaber combat, Lightwhip combat, Tràkata.</em><br><br>Apart from Lightsaber Combat Xollen also trained extensively in Hand-to-Hand Combat, her body a well oiled machine. Above all she relishes "the breath". Reaching out and opening herself to becoming one with "the breath" Xollen is totally in tuned with how every inch of her body reacts and interacts with "the breath". One might say "the breath" is her only true companion, the only thing she truly communicates with. Speed and strength are currently her strongest allies. Able to move so fast as to be invisible and more than able to endure any amount of pain, discomfort, torture, or seemingly life ending wounds.<br><br>Her sense powers are well rounded but not perfected by any means. Her knowledge and practice in other more delicate Force arts are minimal as well, something she greatly desires to change.<br><br>Unfortunately her training as a Jedi has left her somewhat dependent on her lightsaber skills, a problem she desires to remedy. Being strong and fast is all well and good but when confronted with a foe Xollen can be found at a disadvantage where other Force arts are concerned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sith Characters (Star Wars - Old Republic) [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon and Star</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 05:41:48</strong>
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				(http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e300/LeatherValkyrie/SeraLavilia.jpg)<br><br>Short Description: <br><br>Sera stand at an impressive six and a half feet tall with an exquisitely beautiful, well sculpted, muscular body. She has long golden blond hair she often braids meticulously into a pony tail, other times she’s been seen to simple tie it back. Her eyes are a smoky green, nearly jade, that seems to be assessing you when she looks your way, not unlike the way she looks at hyperdrive components. Her beauty is almost unnatural, an echo of her diminutive lover and teacher, Aurelia. Most often she’s seen wearing a simple grey jumpsuit stained with grease and oils from working on machines all day. Also she wears a black leather belt with a couple of blades and a pistol on it, in addition to any tools she needs when she happens to be working on the Lucid Valkyrie, her and Aurelia’s ship. She takes great pride in the ship the two of them had built and added to over the years, especially with the most recent upgrade, a cloaking device.<br><br>Combat profile:<br><br>Sera is very much the product of Aurelia; due to Lia’s enhancements, Sera is at the absolute peak of human physical conditioning, which is also where her limitations lie. She can out match anyone physically, but she has no latent Force ability. Since she is constantly around Sith, her compensation for that has been a customized verpine shatter pistol she carries almost everywhere. She has been known to use it on students who were dumb enough to start fights with her, or dumber still to damage hers and Lia’s ship, the Lucid Valkyrie. The wonderful thing about the functioning of a shatter gun is that it only takes one shot to kill. Operating on the same principles as a railgun it fires tiny metallic needles that deliver massive kinetic damage, thus the firing of the weapon is nearly completely silent. Many of these weapons are used as the basis for sniper rifles but Sera has little need for that kind of range in her day to day life. These projectiles are nearly impossible to block with a lightsaber due to their diminutive size and extreme velocity as well, something a few of the Sith hopefuls looking to make a name for themselves found out too late. The only thing Sera dislikes about the weapon is cleaning up the mess it leaves.<br><br>The physical enhancements were not all she received from Aurelia either. Over their years together Sera has developed a dual weapon fighting style of her own, based off of training against Aurelia’s dual shota lightsaber techniques. She carries on her left a hip a single edged vibrosword with cortosis weaving, able to stand it its own against a lightsaber. While on her right hip she carries another melee weapon, a small dual edged vibroblade with the same kind of cortosis weaving. She fights using the longer blade primarily to deliver devastating attacks, while using the shorter weapon to parry and stab.<br><br>Background:<br>Sera Lavilia was a deck chief on a Republic mining station orbiting a mineral rich asteroid in the fringe, seeing as how she wasn't exactly a people person and that she had a natural talent for mechanics it was an ideal job. She kept everything on her deck running smoothly even though she to had bust more than few knuckle draggers' asses when they got out of line. She was known to be ill tempered when people were screwing around or like wise doing stupid things on her watch, but no matter how gruff she was she generally had her heart in the right place. Now, by appearance she might have been mistaken for a man, or worse. Sera had not been graced with feminine beauty, she was quite butch and indeed did tend to pay a lot more attention to other women than men. Of course people went behind her back and talked trash about her, but no one questioned her authority when it came to running the deck, or her inclination towards all things mechanical, and no one was stupid enough to insult her to her face. Sera was 6’5” and not a small woman; she would not hesitate to end a fight someone else started.<br><br>Then came what she didn't know would be her last day on the job. A shuttle moved slowly through the landing bay to her deck where it was guided in by the neon flags waved by one of the crew. She knew something was wrong when a team of Republic soldiers came rushing onto her deck and surrounded the shuttle with their blasters raised at the ramp. Not knowing what was going on she yelled for her crew to get out of there and ushered them through a hatch that led farther into the station, while she as senior crewman stayed behind, that and she was more than little pissed that this was holding up her work. However, having no particular wish to be caught in cross fire she took cover behind some supply crates. <br><br>She watched as the entrance ramp was lowered and all was still for several moments, an uncomfortable silence filled the hangar deck, normally alive with the sound of crewmembers working on machinery and ships. The eerie silence was broken when two small cylindrical devices flew from the entrance ramp and the soldiers shouted something that was drowned out by the sound of explosions as the grenades impacted near them. The blast sent at least one soldier flying while another went down bleeding with shrapnel quite visibly lodged in him. Chaos ensued.<br><br>Blaster fire erupted as several armed figures charged down the shuttle’s ramp and dove for cover. Several went down almost immediately as the remaining Republic soldiers opened fire. Sera cringed as she watched the carnage, mostly because she realized how much work it was going to be to fix everything the two forces were shooting up. Sera saw that the Republic soldiers were losing more men than they were killing so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She rose up from where she hid and darted across the way, cursing as she suddenly felt the heat of a blaster bolt wiz by her realizing they were now shooting at her. She came to a stop behind the cover where one of the soldiers had gone down, Sera bent over him placing her fingers on his neck; there was no pulse.<br><br>The dock chief felt a grim determination as she shook her head and closed the soldier’s lifeless eyes. Sera picked up his blaster carbine and checked the charge on its power pack before peaking out from around the corner of the crates she was behind. She saw the group of attackers beginning to fan out around the hangar, it looked like they were searching for survivors, and her eyes darted back to the shuttle momentarily where she saw a solitary figure calmly stride down the ramp and began surveying the carnage. From what Sera could see, she was a small redheaded woman dressed in dark robes. She was beautiful, but at the same time her visage filled Sera with dread. She ducked back behind the crates and tried to think of a way out of there. She knew protocol was to lock the doors behind you in such a situation, so she figured she could use the passage the soldiers had come from. However she knew one of the ladders led up to a causeway above the hangar and that there was a hatch on the causeway that led out of the hangar deck. She smiled as she began formulating a plan. If she could get to that hatch she could reach the hangar bay control room, she could activate emergency fire protocols venting all oxygen in the bay out into space.<br><br>Now Sera was quite a physically fit individual, she had to be to keep up with a demanding job, and just to take care of herself. She had been in more than a few fights so she was used to taking hits as well as giving them. However, she had never been graceful. Moving stealthily was not one of her talents either and her ham-fisted creeping left much to be desired. Sera cursed herself as her foot made contact with a canister of hydraulic oil, sending the metal canister tipping over and rolling against the rough metal surface of the floor, a noise that made Sera cringe as if a torpedo had just struck the deck. She heard a voice out in alarm and foot steps starting towards her location.<br><br>The deck chief darted into a small nook in the bulkhead that they normally put carts when not in use. She brought up the blaster carbine and kissed the barrel for luck, she smirked as she imagined the weapon protesting, a momentary distraction as she listened to the foot steps growing closer, and then she heard a loud thump followed by an exclamation of pain. Apparently one of the attackers slipped on that oil, in any other situation something that would be quite funny. From the nook she could see one of them standing there. He wasn’t wearing any uniform that she could tell, his clothing was civilian as was his blaster pistol, and he had a sword tucked in his belt oddly it looked as if it was military grade, with cortosis weaving if she wasn’t mistaken.<br><br>The man stood just outside the freshly created oil slick and sneered down at what Sera could only assume was the fallen man. Rather than help his fellow up he simply shook his head with a hateful expression on his face. Sera was literally backed into a corner with no place else to go since she had darted into the nook. She crouched down, and raised the carbine up and looked through the aim points of the weapon lining up a shot. She hoped they would dismiss the fallen can of oil and go away without looking further. Her hopes were crushed as the man turned his head towards the nook and took a few steps towards it.<br><br>The sound of a blaster shot seemed to echo through the area as a crimson bolt flew from the nook burning its way through the man’s head. Sera stood and darted out of the nook. As she bent over grabbing the fallen attacker’s sword she looked to her left and saw the fallen individual fumbling around in the oil slick reaching for his own weapon. Sera came around with her blaster and shot from the hip not even aiming for the man. Her shot struck deck floor coated in the hydraulic oil and sparked, igniting it. Flames shot up quickly consuming the spilled oil and engulfing the other man. His scream was like a klaxon echoing through the landing deck as he flailed madly trying to put himself out, only rolling into more oil and flame.<br><br>Sera took off running as fast as she could… if there was any doubt in the attackers’ minds that they were alone now, it had been jettisoned out an airlock. The ladder she was looking for was now in sight; on one side of it was wall, on the other a large stack of crates. As she drew near she caught a glimpse of something with a metal sheen moving out of the corner of her eye she turned quickly trying to bring her blaster up to fire at it when whatever it was buried itself part way into the barrel of the weapon, forcing it out of her hand. Sera blinked once as her eyes focused and she realized the carbine had taken a blade meant for her.<br><br>Sera quickly let go of the gun, her attacker’s eyes widened as he discovered the weapon still stuck to his blade. Rather than try and get it off he swung his weapon again, using his blade more as a club than sword. He was slowed down enough that Sera parried his ham-handed attack with the blade she picked up moments ago and countered with a strike of her own. With a sickening wet sound of metal cutting flesh Sera’s blade chopped into the man’s collar bone. He yelled out in pain something vaguely resembling Huttese and lost his grip on the blade, it clattered to the floor as Sera yanked hard on sword pulling it free from her attackers new wound. The man tried to turn now to flee but was stopped dead in his tracks, he tried to scream but the only thing that came out was a wet gurgle as blood trickled out the corner of his mouth. Sera had found the fastest way to a man’s heart, between the third and fourth rib.<br><br>Sera gripped the hilt tight and twisted the blade before pulling it out, using her foot to kick the man in the process. The sharp metal dripped crimson onto the gray deck floor. She turned her attention back to the ladder, she had one hand on it and was prepairing to start her assent when she heard loud footsteps against the metal floor from behind, she turned just in time to avoid a potentially fatal slash, instead she winced as the metal tore into her arm. Not deep enough to cripple her but blood flowed from the wound, soaking into her torn jump suit. She growled angrily and swung her own sword at her new attacker in rage, releasing a fury of blows.<br><br>Her attacker, this one a woman seemed in a frenzy of her own, as if the smell of blood drove her on like a primal animal. The two combatants’ swords clanged together again and again as each tried to gain the upper hand. Sera pressed her attack, her size and weight giving her the advantage as she started to wear down her opponent blow by blow. Then the battle took a rather explosive turn for the worse. Small grey and brown cylindrical object struck the bulkhead next to them, both Sera’s and the other woman’s eyes grew wide, it quickly dawned on them both the nature of the object.<br><br>The pair turned and started to dive for cover, but it was too late. The grenade was cooked, the explosion was deafening, it flung the two combatants like rag dolls with shrapnel tearing into their bodies. Sera landed on her back… bleeding profusely, burn marks covered her face and body where part of her suit had been burnt away. She could feel the shrapnel that lodged itself inside her; she tried to move desperately though her limbs would not comply. She could see her opponent from where she was laying, and saw that she was motionless, slumped against nearby crates, mostly on the floor; large chunks had been torn from the woman’s torso. Clearly she was dead, or would be soon.<br><br>Sera realized she would be soon too if she didn’t manage to get up or get help, she struggled once more to at least sit up, but she shrieked as pain rippled through her entire body, she looked down and saw the embedded fragments in her abdomen. Tears of pain and frustration fell from her eyes as another attacker emerged, smirking. He outstretched his arm and opened his hand dangling a pin from a grenade. Like the one that just went off. Sera wanted to tear his face off if she could. The overly pleased with himself man drew his own sword and held it high above his head preparing to strike. Sera closed her eyes, she could already feel life slipping from her as she bled profusely from her wounds, and likely internally as well.<br><br>She thought to herself, she did not want to die… not like this. The pain began to numb somewhat, likely from her body’s senses shutting down, she opened her eyes again, though her sight was dimming she clearly saw her executioner and was determined at least to look him in the eye as she died. Then came a stern, administrative voice, there were words but whether Sera could not make sense of them because she could not process them or if her hearing was going, she couldn’t tell. The man lowered his weapon, not to strike but as if the voice stayed his hand he looked most definitely displeased. Sera looked in the direction of the voice as the terrifyingly beautiful woman from the shuttle came into her view. She didn’t really notice before how short she was, but she new this woman was important somehow. The redheaded woman kneeled down and looked at Sera as if studying her. Then she seemed to smile briefly, and Sera’s world went black as unconsciousness took her.<br>
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