Star Wars: Warlords of the Sith (Closed/Started)
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Not particularly. I made a reference to Durge because they are both Gen'Dai. Durge's character was that his brain was so far degraded that he went completely insane. Zorin has decided to advance his own power and has an actual arc he could go through, unlike Durge who was just a raid boss for Obi-wan to deal with. I wouldn't call him overpowered in a world with force-choke insta-gibbing people, and Jedi being basically just trench-coats in robes. I certainly wouldn't call him dull. I seriously think you should read the sheet again, because most of what you are saying is simply not true.PrinceOfShapeir said:
Name: Syri
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: ???
Appearance:
A small, bald, pitiful creature wrapped in a threadbare cloak and hood, more akin to a corpse than a man of flesh and warm blood. Under the hood, a gaunt face, strips of sore pink scars run down into a bare eye socket, loosely stitched shut. In the other eye socket resides a queer amalgamation of machine, glass and bare bone, a gentle velvet glow animating from within and the soft hum of whirring parts. A disfigured nose and a crooked smile completes the appalling visage.
Beneath the cloak is the glint of strange steel. Upon his back, fused with his spine and lungs, a small contraption blinks light methodically while the faint suction of a pump can be heard. Upon the inside of his cloak are numerous pouches and several surgical and constructive tools of his trade.
His left hand has been removed to the wrist, replaced with a four-fingered claw and a metallic sleeve runs up the length of his arm adorned with sockets, screens and other devices of the technical sort, his right arm remains natural, though thoroughly bandaged, within his hand a gnarled walking stick.
His voice is chillingly calm and knowledgeable.
Possessions:
Among the many odd baubles Syri has acquired over the years, the most important remain his walking stick, the tools of his trades upon his person such as surgical instruments and robotic implementations.
His armored claw is unique in that it acts as a grotesque surgical tool but also has other utilities, the two top fingers designed to weld and cut steel, within the palm of the claw contains a retractable syringe/probe.
His metallic sleeve acts as a general support device, including communications, diagnostics, electronic hacking, combat readings and so on. His metallic eye socket also has similar uses such as several optic views such as thermal imagining and scanning technology
He also owns a red light saber forever at his side, but it has been many years since he has even activated it.
Syri's final possession is a brutish steel behemoth sporting a single mechanical eye similar to his own, which he refers to as "My Lord", a twisted mass of electronics, twisted sinew and bone encased in hardened plate sustained by the Dark side within emanating palpable evil. While quite unwieldy and devoid of subtlety in combat, its vitality, unrestrained strength and hardiness makes it a promising prototype and unyielding protector of his frailer counter-part, merrily beating his foes into a bloody pulp.
Skills:
(Force)
Syri's force powers are not offensive in nature currently but some feel they are offensive too nature, typically they revolve around support utilities such as healing, protective barriers, perception altercation and deception, spell casting, mental domination and necromancy.
(Other Skills)
Syri's other skills revolve around robotics, computing, biological engineering and surgical prowess
Personality:
Syri is an extremely arrogant and unorthodox individual, confident that his unique attunement with the force and his prowess in biological and robotic fields can overcome any obstacle. Syri has little respect for Sith who rely upon more baser forms of combat rather than the force its self. Syri personifies deception and lust for knowledge but does not carry the traits of most Sith such as anger, hatred or the desire for conflict, believing that biological manipulation and robotic enhancement not pure bloodshed and conflict alone will prune the weak, and propel the evolutionary course of the galaxy forward to untold heights. As a frail individual, Syri has had to rely on his cunning and deceptive nature to stay alive while among his more brutish compatriots, feigning complacent subservience when it is suits.
Backstory:
An explosion from above rocked the room as the lights began to flicker and dust fell from the ceiling settling upon the broken body strapped to the operating table, the absence of several limbs clearly evident. The body stirred, fingers twitching, grabbing the attention of the robed attendant lighting candles along the table and its cracked lips moved slowly murmuring speech.
"Appren..tice"
"Aaah, my Lord, I feared your wounds were too great for you to bare witness to this momentous occasion" gesturing to the array of surgical instruments lined along the work table. Another blast rocked the room and the lights began to flicker once more. "Were both fortunate the Jedi left you in some piece before I reacquired you, Lady Erinyes has fallen, it wont be long before they arrive!, time is of the essence my Lord! Your ascent begins!".
Syri began to prep the instruments as the bombings above intensified and his patient began to choke on blood, a guttural growl exhaled from his throat. "You.. Worm" the broken creature uttered in pain.
"Now now, my Lord, no need for unpleasantness, I but follow your teachings, all power demands sacrifice, I thank you for yours". More growls emerged from his uncooperative patient, "I..will destr-", Syri reached his bandaged hand over his patients mouth stifling his word.
"You always thought more of your own abilities than you did of me, but I relied on that arrogance to my benefit alone. You however are a promising specimen and I've invested too much effort into you". Syri promptly gagged his former master and turned to his tools. "Now I must prepare, this is a delicate process that can not well afford any more interruptions, try not squirm, if you are capable".
The whirring of drills and muffled screams soon followed, echoing through the corridors until it was drowned out by the din of combat raging above.
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Age: ???
Appearance:
A small, bald, pitiful creature wrapped in a threadbare cloak and hood, more akin to a corpse than a man of flesh and warm blood. Under the hood, a gaunt face, strips of sore pink scars run down into a bare eye socket, loosely stitched shut. In the other eye socket resides a queer amalgamation of machine, glass and bare bone, a gentle velvet glow animating from within and the soft hum of whirring parts. A disfigured nose and a crooked smile completes the appalling visage.
Beneath the cloak is the glint of strange steel. Upon his back, fused with his spine and lungs, a small contraption blinks light methodically while the faint suction of a pump can be heard. Upon the inside of his cloak are numerous pouches and several surgical and constructive tools of his trade.
His left hand has been removed to the wrist, replaced with a four-fingered claw and a metallic sleeve runs up the length of his arm adorned with sockets, screens and other devices of the technical sort, his right arm remains natural, though thoroughly bandaged, within his hand a gnarled walking stick.
His voice is chillingly calm and knowledgeable.
Possessions:
Among the many odd baubles Syri has acquired over the years, the most important remain his walking stick, the tools of his trades upon his person such as surgical instruments and robotic implementations.
His armored claw is unique in that it acts as a grotesque surgical tool but also has other utilities, the two top fingers designed to weld and cut steel, within the palm of the claw contains a retractable syringe/probe.
His metallic sleeve acts as a general support device, including communications, diagnostics, electronic hacking, combat readings and so on. His metallic eye socket also has similar uses such as several optic views such as thermal imagining and scanning technology
He also owns a red light saber forever at his side, but it has been many years since he has even activated it.
Syri's final possession is a brutish steel behemoth sporting a single mechanical eye similar to his own, which he refers to as "My Lord", a twisted mass of electronics, twisted sinew and bone encased in hardened plate sustained by the Dark side within emanating palpable evil. While quite unwieldy and devoid of subtlety in combat, its vitality, unrestrained strength and hardiness makes it a promising prototype and unyielding protector of his frailer counter-part, merrily beating his foes into a bloody pulp.
Skills:
(Force)
Syri's force powers are not offensive in nature currently but some feel they are offensive too nature, typically they revolve around support utilities such as healing, protective barriers, perception altercation and deception, spell casting, mental domination and necromancy.
(Other Skills)
Syri's other skills revolve around robotics, computing, biological engineering and surgical prowess
Personality:
Syri is an extremely arrogant and unorthodox individual, confident that his unique attunement with the force and his prowess in biological and robotic fields can overcome any obstacle. Syri has little respect for Sith who rely upon more baser forms of combat rather than the force its self. Syri personifies deception and lust for knowledge but does not carry the traits of most Sith such as anger, hatred or the desire for conflict, believing that biological manipulation and robotic enhancement not pure bloodshed and conflict alone will prune the weak, and propel the evolutionary course of the galaxy forward to untold heights. As a frail individual, Syri has had to rely on his cunning and deceptive nature to stay alive while among his more brutish compatriots, feigning complacent subservience when it is suits.
Backstory:
An explosion from above rocked the room as the lights began to flicker and dust fell from the ceiling settling upon the broken body strapped to the operating table, the absence of several limbs clearly evident. The body stirred, fingers twitching, grabbing the attention of the robed attendant lighting candles along the table and its cracked lips moved slowly murmuring speech.
"Appren..tice"
"Aaah, my Lord, I feared your wounds were too great for you to bare witness to this momentous occasion" gesturing to the array of surgical instruments lined along the work table. Another blast rocked the room and the lights began to flicker once more. "Were both fortunate the Jedi left you in some piece before I reacquired you, Lady Erinyes has fallen, it wont be long before they arrive!, time is of the essence my Lord! Your ascent begins!".
Syri began to prep the instruments as the bombings above intensified and his patient began to choke on blood, a guttural growl exhaled from his throat. "You.. Worm" the broken creature uttered in pain.
"Now now, my Lord, no need for unpleasantness, I but follow your teachings, all power demands sacrifice, I thank you for yours". More growls emerged from his uncooperative patient, "I..will destr-", Syri reached his bandaged hand over his patients mouth stifling his word.
"You always thought more of your own abilities than you did of me, but I relied on that arrogance to my benefit alone. You however are a promising specimen and I've invested too much effort into you". Syri promptly gagged his former master and turned to his tools. "Now I must prepare, this is a delicate process that can not well afford any more interruptions, try not squirm, if you are capable".
The whirring of drills and muffled screams soon followed, echoing through the corridors until it was drowned out by the din of combat raging above.
Name: Sitris Vrora
Gender: Female
Species: Zabrak
Age: 30
Appearance: Being a Zabrak, Sitris has small horns protruding out of her head and a tattoo on her face. She stands at 6 feet in height. Her eyes are yellow, and her skin is peach white. The only hair on her head is in a ponytail on the back of her head, which reaches to her lower back and is purple in color. She wears black robes, as is typical of Sith, which contain a hood she can pull over her head, and they are the only clothing she needs aside from her shoes and underwear, obviously. Along with her tattoos, she bears a scar on the left side of her face, going up from her neck all the way over her cheek, eye and up to her forehead, a sign of a mistake she made in battle once that she does not intend on repeating again.
Possessions: Sitris doesn't carry around anything that might show her life before becoming a Sith, as she threw all that away not too long after becoming a Sith. She carries around a lightsaber with a standard hilt that is black in color and a red blade, fitting for a Sith. She also carries with her a few medpacks and poison cure kits in case of emergencies.
Skills: Sitris is a strong woman, at least physically. She's not overly muscular, but she is pretty strong, strong enough to lift most people without the help of her Force powers. Of which she knows a few basic ones, such as Force Speed, Telekinesis, Force Cloak and Force Stealth, the first two being the only ones of those four she uses now in battle, the other two she uses more out of battle as she sees no way to use them in a battle.
Her other Force powers are all mostly on the offensive side, as she prefers doing direct damage to her opponents. Force Drain, allowing her to harm her opponent and heal herself at the same time in battle. Force Lightning, a common Force power amongst the Sith. Force Maelstrom, which did mean she knew at least one defensive Force power, Protection Bubble, but she only uses it when she uses Force Maelstrom, forming a protection bubble around herself, drawing loose objects towards her and unleashing it with Force Lightning. Force Rage, to enhance her offensive capabilities in battle, though it left her vulnerable once she snapped out of it. Force Wound, if she didn't want to use her lightsaber to attack her opponents, and it did include Force Grip, Force Choke and Force Crush, all of which she uses when she's feeling particularly sadistic towards her opponent. And lastly, Saber Throw, to do exactly what it is, throwing her lightsaber towards her opponent with the Force, then return to her hand once again.
Personality: She is impatient and easily angered, two traits that should never go together. She takes great pleasure in the suffering of others, and prefers doing it herself. When she does, it's usually with her lightning abilities, as she's not much for psychological torture. She feels she's pretty strong were she to go hand to hand with someone, though she prefers her lightsaber. She'll take up a challenge to show she's the strongest if she doesn't deem it too difficult for her, which doesn't happen too often for her.
Backstory: Born on the planet Iridonia, Sitris was raised as a warrior. Her whole life, she'd been trained to fight, fighting for Iridonia, fighting for her allies, fighting for her life. She was never given a break except to eat, sleep and wash herself.
It was during one such training session that she was found to be force sensitive, as she accidentally flung her opponent across the arena they were using for battle training without touching him. Not long after that, a Sith came to their planet, looking for the one who had been found to be force sensitive. Sitris stepped forward and showed him what she could do. He wasn't too impressed by it, but he sensed her feelings of anger that had been developed due to the way she was raised. She showed little fear towards him, and she didn't have much hatred in her, but this was a chance to become more powerful, which the Sith also sensed in her. He took her as his apprentice, training her in the ways of the Sith.
This meant more training for her, but this training she liked more. Over the course of some years, she learned how to use more Force powers, to fight with a lightsaber and becoming stronger, more powerful. Once she was ready, she was told to assemble her own lightsaber hilt, which she did brilliantly, and was given a set of black robes to wear. Now the ultimate test began, where she would have to fight her own master. He had told her before of apprentices he'd had before her, and this was a test he'd put them all through. Given the nature of the test, it was clear to her what had happened to his former apprentices, and she was not going to join them in death.
The fight was difficult, the most difficult opponent she'd ever faced. But she kept on going, utilizing everything he'd taught her, and in the end, she emerged victorious. Her master now dead, she showed little remorse over killing him. If anything, it made her more arrogant, made her feel like she had become stronger. But it wasn't enough. There were more powerful Sith out there, and she aimed to become the strongest one.
Gender: Female
Species: Zabrak
Age: 30
Appearance: Being a Zabrak, Sitris has small horns protruding out of her head and a tattoo on her face. She stands at 6 feet in height. Her eyes are yellow, and her skin is peach white. The only hair on her head is in a ponytail on the back of her head, which reaches to her lower back and is purple in color. She wears black robes, as is typical of Sith, which contain a hood she can pull over her head, and they are the only clothing she needs aside from her shoes and underwear, obviously. Along with her tattoos, she bears a scar on the left side of her face, going up from her neck all the way over her cheek, eye and up to her forehead, a sign of a mistake she made in battle once that she does not intend on repeating again.
Possessions: Sitris doesn't carry around anything that might show her life before becoming a Sith, as she threw all that away not too long after becoming a Sith. She carries around a lightsaber with a standard hilt that is black in color and a red blade, fitting for a Sith. She also carries with her a few medpacks and poison cure kits in case of emergencies.
Skills: Sitris is a strong woman, at least physically. She's not overly muscular, but she is pretty strong, strong enough to lift most people without the help of her Force powers. Of which she knows a few basic ones, such as Force Speed, Telekinesis, Force Cloak and Force Stealth, the first two being the only ones of those four she uses now in battle, the other two she uses more out of battle as she sees no way to use them in a battle.
Her other Force powers are all mostly on the offensive side, as she prefers doing direct damage to her opponents. Force Drain, allowing her to harm her opponent and heal herself at the same time in battle. Force Lightning, a common Force power amongst the Sith. Force Maelstrom, which did mean she knew at least one defensive Force power, Protection Bubble, but she only uses it when she uses Force Maelstrom, forming a protection bubble around herself, drawing loose objects towards her and unleashing it with Force Lightning. Force Rage, to enhance her offensive capabilities in battle, though it left her vulnerable once she snapped out of it. Force Wound, if she didn't want to use her lightsaber to attack her opponents, and it did include Force Grip, Force Choke and Force Crush, all of which she uses when she's feeling particularly sadistic towards her opponent. And lastly, Saber Throw, to do exactly what it is, throwing her lightsaber towards her opponent with the Force, then return to her hand once again.
Personality: She is impatient and easily angered, two traits that should never go together. She takes great pleasure in the suffering of others, and prefers doing it herself. When she does, it's usually with her lightning abilities, as she's not much for psychological torture. She feels she's pretty strong were she to go hand to hand with someone, though she prefers her lightsaber. She'll take up a challenge to show she's the strongest if she doesn't deem it too difficult for her, which doesn't happen too often for her.
Backstory: Born on the planet Iridonia, Sitris was raised as a warrior. Her whole life, she'd been trained to fight, fighting for Iridonia, fighting for her allies, fighting for her life. She was never given a break except to eat, sleep and wash herself.
It was during one such training session that she was found to be force sensitive, as she accidentally flung her opponent across the arena they were using for battle training without touching him. Not long after that, a Sith came to their planet, looking for the one who had been found to be force sensitive. Sitris stepped forward and showed him what she could do. He wasn't too impressed by it, but he sensed her feelings of anger that had been developed due to the way she was raised. She showed little fear towards him, and she didn't have much hatred in her, but this was a chance to become more powerful, which the Sith also sensed in her. He took her as his apprentice, training her in the ways of the Sith.
This meant more training for her, but this training she liked more. Over the course of some years, she learned how to use more Force powers, to fight with a lightsaber and becoming stronger, more powerful. Once she was ready, she was told to assemble her own lightsaber hilt, which she did brilliantly, and was given a set of black robes to wear. Now the ultimate test began, where she would have to fight her own master. He had told her before of apprentices he'd had before her, and this was a test he'd put them all through. Given the nature of the test, it was clear to her what had happened to his former apprentices, and she was not going to join them in death.
The fight was difficult, the most difficult opponent she'd ever faced. But she kept on going, utilizing everything he'd taught her, and in the end, she emerged victorious. Her master now dead, she showed little remorse over killing him. If anything, it made her more arrogant, made her feel like she had become stronger. But it wasn't enough. There were more powerful Sith out there, and she aimed to become the strongest one.
Said I wasn't gonna do it, but I did it anyway.
Name: Ja'Ysr Sivir
Gender: Male
Species: Chiss
Age: 29
Appearance: Naturally for his kind, Ja'Ysr stands at about 6 feet 3 inches. His skin is a blue that almost seems to border ash grey, possibly as a side effect to his training under the sith. His hair is black, and buzzed short along his temples. Typically, his eyes are a solid red, save for the left one. Due to an grievous early aged injury, he was left without a left eye, and a scar that runs down his face (down his forehead, over the eye, and stopping just at his chin) as well as over the bridge of his nose. At the start of his training he was outfitted with an optical cybernetic implant for the missing eye. The cybereye resembles something akin to a black disk with red optics, grafted into his face where the eyelid once was.
He is clothed in a dingy gray jumpsuit, with mismatched light armor picked off of fallen soldiers and adversaries covering most of it. The ensemble is usually hidden behind his black hooded robe, one that usually comes off if the situation calls for it.
Possessions: Ja'Ysr was never one to overload himself with unnecessary items and trinkets. Other than his clothes and robe, Ja'Ysr carries what credits and personal information he deems would be needed, and his weapons. On the subject of weaponry, he carries a pair of DC-17 blaster pistols, ones holstered to the belt of his ensemble, as well as his lightsaber. The lightsaber in question has a hilt much longer than most, at about 3.5 feet. The blade however, is of a standard length with a silver glow.
Skills: He was learned in the dual combat styles of Form V. He has covered the basics of both sides of the form, Shien as well as Djem So, yet as he learned to counter blaster bolts, he also wanted to carry blasters of his own, to fully cover the art. Naturally, he began to lean more towards the Shien art due to these developments, as well as try and incorporate his blasters into his bouts.
While well versed in the Force, he rarely calls upon it for any forms of telekinesis or sorcery. Instead he hones his Force abilities into his speed, agility and dexterity.
As a Chiss, he has impeccable sight in low light to dark environments and situations, and his cybernetic eye grants him telescopic vision.
Personality: The path of the Sith molded Ja'Ysr from a young age, changing a scared, timid boy into a whirling dervish of a warrior. His demeanor is calm and obediently loyal for the most part, an emotion that almost seems to contradict his (sometimes eager) assertiveness. Yet, on the inside, boils a roiling anger that he was trained to hold onto, to use to strike down his enemies as well as anyone else that dares stand before. Sometimes it may lead to spontaneous outbursts.
Backstory: For the most part Ja'Ysr lived a life of constant moving. After witnessing the death of his parents through a bandit raid (the very raid that left his vision impaired and face scarred), he was left unwanted and unloved. He could only move from place to place, usually being forced into some form of slavery by a slave trader or bandit looking to make a quick credit from a poor boy's body. And for the most part, he felt helpless to the path his life seemed to take. Helpless, scared, and most certainly angry. Such anger was how he was ushered into the dark side of the force.
As a scene of public humiliation was lashed upon the boy by one of his traders, he retaliated by rushing into the man hard and fast enough to knock him off his feet. Ja'Ysr could only scowl and seethe and stifle screams as he managed to overpower the man and close off his windpipe with his bare hands. As soon as he realized what he had done, he was being quickly led away from the scene by an individual in a dark red robe. Whoever the individual was, she could easily see the rage the he held within, a rage that could easily manipulated into something much more powerful than what he could do on his own.
As he grew under his master's tutelage, Ja'Ysr hardened into a fine Sith apprentice. Even as he had much to learn under the title, his master always thought his potential was limitless. And with training, soon the search for power slipped in alongside his simmering anger and lust for vengeance. Such feelings were only accented once his master was fatally cut down in a battle that turned the tides for the Jedi empire. Subservient for his dark masters, Ja'Ysr carries out his authority as needed and seeks to help bring the Sith back to power.
Gender: Male
Species: Chiss
Age: 29
Appearance: Naturally for his kind, Ja'Ysr stands at about 6 feet 3 inches. His skin is a blue that almost seems to border ash grey, possibly as a side effect to his training under the sith. His hair is black, and buzzed short along his temples. Typically, his eyes are a solid red, save for the left one. Due to an grievous early aged injury, he was left without a left eye, and a scar that runs down his face (down his forehead, over the eye, and stopping just at his chin) as well as over the bridge of his nose. At the start of his training he was outfitted with an optical cybernetic implant for the missing eye. The cybereye resembles something akin to a black disk with red optics, grafted into his face where the eyelid once was.
He is clothed in a dingy gray jumpsuit, with mismatched light armor picked off of fallen soldiers and adversaries covering most of it. The ensemble is usually hidden behind his black hooded robe, one that usually comes off if the situation calls for it.
Possessions: Ja'Ysr was never one to overload himself with unnecessary items and trinkets. Other than his clothes and robe, Ja'Ysr carries what credits and personal information he deems would be needed, and his weapons. On the subject of weaponry, he carries a pair of DC-17 blaster pistols, ones holstered to the belt of his ensemble, as well as his lightsaber. The lightsaber in question has a hilt much longer than most, at about 3.5 feet. The blade however, is of a standard length with a silver glow.
Skills: He was learned in the dual combat styles of Form V. He has covered the basics of both sides of the form, Shien as well as Djem So, yet as he learned to counter blaster bolts, he also wanted to carry blasters of his own, to fully cover the art. Naturally, he began to lean more towards the Shien art due to these developments, as well as try and incorporate his blasters into his bouts.
While well versed in the Force, he rarely calls upon it for any forms of telekinesis or sorcery. Instead he hones his Force abilities into his speed, agility and dexterity.
As a Chiss, he has impeccable sight in low light to dark environments and situations, and his cybernetic eye grants him telescopic vision.
Personality: The path of the Sith molded Ja'Ysr from a young age, changing a scared, timid boy into a whirling dervish of a warrior. His demeanor is calm and obediently loyal for the most part, an emotion that almost seems to contradict his (sometimes eager) assertiveness. Yet, on the inside, boils a roiling anger that he was trained to hold onto, to use to strike down his enemies as well as anyone else that dares stand before. Sometimes it may lead to spontaneous outbursts.
Backstory: For the most part Ja'Ysr lived a life of constant moving. After witnessing the death of his parents through a bandit raid (the very raid that left his vision impaired and face scarred), he was left unwanted and unloved. He could only move from place to place, usually being forced into some form of slavery by a slave trader or bandit looking to make a quick credit from a poor boy's body. And for the most part, he felt helpless to the path his life seemed to take. Helpless, scared, and most certainly angry. Such anger was how he was ushered into the dark side of the force.
As a scene of public humiliation was lashed upon the boy by one of his traders, he retaliated by rushing into the man hard and fast enough to knock him off his feet. Ja'Ysr could only scowl and seethe and stifle screams as he managed to overpower the man and close off his windpipe with his bare hands. As soon as he realized what he had done, he was being quickly led away from the scene by an individual in a dark red robe. Whoever the individual was, she could easily see the rage the he held within, a rage that could easily manipulated into something much more powerful than what he could do on his own.
As he grew under his master's tutelage, Ja'Ysr hardened into a fine Sith apprentice. Even as he had much to learn under the title, his master always thought his potential was limitless. And with training, soon the search for power slipped in alongside his simmering anger and lust for vengeance. Such feelings were only accented once his master was fatally cut down in a battle that turned the tides for the Jedi empire. Subservient for his dark masters, Ja'Ysr carries out his authority as needed and seeks to help bring the Sith back to power.
Name: Aria Shaye
Gender: Female
Species: Echani
Age: 27
Appearance: Aria stands at 5'7" with a trim, athletic frame. She has the light colored skin, white hair, and silver eyes that are characteristic of the Echani species. Her features can be best described as "gaunt" and "angular," giving her a somewhat dignified and aristocratic air. They also have the benefit of making her look perpetually cross.
As an Echani, Aria dresses herself lightly and with practicality in combat in mind. Her typical outfit consists of a snugly fitting tunic, pants, and boots and her hair is worn short, going no longer than halfway down her neck.
Possessions: Aria does not like to encumber herself, and therefore travels light. On her person at all times is her lightsaber, in addition to a small personal comlink.
Her lightsaber shines with a crimson hue, much like the blades of her fellow Sith. The hilt is simple and has few cosmetic frills. It is designed to help give Aria a strong grip, nothing more, nothing less.
Skills: As a result of Echani culture's heavy focus on martial prowess, Aria is quite capable in combat. She has an intimate understanding of her species' trademark unarmed martial art, as well as working knowledge of Mandalorian fighting techniques. This innate familiarity with combat allowed her to become exceptionally skilled with the lightsaber. Should the need ever arise, Aria is also capable of handling a blaster with adequate proficiency.
Aria is also a practitioner of Ataru, the fourth form of lightsaber combat. It is a fast and aggressive form that emphasizes use of the Force to augment the user?s mobility. This makes Ataru a natural fit for an Echani, whose martial training emphasizes fluidity of movement and agility.
Aria primarily uses the Force to push herself beyond her body?s normal limits. To that end, she specializes in the techniques of Force Rage, Speed, and Jump. She also makes use of telekinetic abilities, such as Force Pull and Push, to help bolster her offense. In addition, Aria is proficient in the classic dark side-associated abilities like Choke and Lightning.
As an Echani, Aria is capable of picking up on an individual?s state of mind by observing the way they fight. She can use these subtle hints to her advantage and exploit them to her own ends. However, that sense is not perfect. An individual sufficiently skilled at concealing their emotions will be difficult for her to read.
Personality: Aria is ambitious, a quality that is both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness (Although the same could be said of the Sith as a whole.). She carries herself with an air that can best be described as ?cold? and ?distant.? She has a habit of speaking carefully and taking the time to clearly enunciate her words, something she inherited from her master, as well as an having an inclination towards the verbose. She has little tolerance for nonsense, preferring to get straight to the heart of matters.
Aria has a deep love of combat. The Echani believe that the true self is revealed in battle. This is no different for Aria. When in battle, her facade drops and reveals her true self. Passionate, driven, and boisterous. The sounds of sabers clashing may as well be music to her ears.
Backstory: Aria Shaye was born the only Force-sensitive child of an Echani family, on their homeworld of Eshan. Her sensitivity to the Force was such that the Shaye family soon received a visit from the Jedi Order. The family refused to hand Aria over, and that was seemingly the end of it. She was given the traditional Echani upbringing, with a healthy focus on martial arts and combat prowess.
In her adolescence, she started to become aware of her latent Force sensitivity. So did the Sith. Before waging open war against the Republic, the Sith had agents planted into major population centers across the galaxy. Their mission was to find Force sensitives to recruit for the Empire, willing or otherwise. Going off a tip from a mole in the Jedi Temple, a Zabrak Sith by the name of Lalani Kass found Aria and enticed her with the offer of power beyond her wildest dreams. At the age of fourteen, she accepted, running from home and going under the tutelage of Kass.
Aria would remain under the wing of Kass for the next decade, learning and honing her strength. Her true test of skill would come when the Sith made their presence known to the galaxy and waged open war against the Republic. Alongside her master, Aria fought valiantly in battle. She proved her worth with the lightsaber by personally slaying a total of six Jedi Knights in single combat and holding off dozens more over the years.
Three years into the conflict, Aria upheld a tradition dating back to the genesis of the Sith and murdered her master. She challenged Kass to single combat. Aria?s unrelenting skill with the blade proved to be too much for the aging Zabrak, who quickly found herself cleaved in two. Now free of her bisected master, Aria found herself conducting missions on behalf of the Sith. Anything that ensured she would clash blades with a Jedi guaranteed her interest.
However, this would not be the case for too much longer. The death of Darth Erinyes caused the tentative-at-best order in the Sith Empire to completely fall apart. In the midst of the chaos, Aria now finds herself with a handful of surviving Sith on a commandeered vessel. She is uncertain how to proceed, and even more unsure about the Sith she finds herself in company with.
Gender: Female
Species: Echani
Age: 27
Appearance: Aria stands at 5'7" with a trim, athletic frame. She has the light colored skin, white hair, and silver eyes that are characteristic of the Echani species. Her features can be best described as "gaunt" and "angular," giving her a somewhat dignified and aristocratic air. They also have the benefit of making her look perpetually cross.
As an Echani, Aria dresses herself lightly and with practicality in combat in mind. Her typical outfit consists of a snugly fitting tunic, pants, and boots and her hair is worn short, going no longer than halfway down her neck.
Possessions: Aria does not like to encumber herself, and therefore travels light. On her person at all times is her lightsaber, in addition to a small personal comlink.
Her lightsaber shines with a crimson hue, much like the blades of her fellow Sith. The hilt is simple and has few cosmetic frills. It is designed to help give Aria a strong grip, nothing more, nothing less.
Skills: As a result of Echani culture's heavy focus on martial prowess, Aria is quite capable in combat. She has an intimate understanding of her species' trademark unarmed martial art, as well as working knowledge of Mandalorian fighting techniques. This innate familiarity with combat allowed her to become exceptionally skilled with the lightsaber. Should the need ever arise, Aria is also capable of handling a blaster with adequate proficiency.
Aria is also a practitioner of Ataru, the fourth form of lightsaber combat. It is a fast and aggressive form that emphasizes use of the Force to augment the user?s mobility. This makes Ataru a natural fit for an Echani, whose martial training emphasizes fluidity of movement and agility.
Aria primarily uses the Force to push herself beyond her body?s normal limits. To that end, she specializes in the techniques of Force Rage, Speed, and Jump. She also makes use of telekinetic abilities, such as Force Pull and Push, to help bolster her offense. In addition, Aria is proficient in the classic dark side-associated abilities like Choke and Lightning.
As an Echani, Aria is capable of picking up on an individual?s state of mind by observing the way they fight. She can use these subtle hints to her advantage and exploit them to her own ends. However, that sense is not perfect. An individual sufficiently skilled at concealing their emotions will be difficult for her to read.
Personality: Aria is ambitious, a quality that is both her greatest strength and her greatest weakness (Although the same could be said of the Sith as a whole.). She carries herself with an air that can best be described as ?cold? and ?distant.? She has a habit of speaking carefully and taking the time to clearly enunciate her words, something she inherited from her master, as well as an having an inclination towards the verbose. She has little tolerance for nonsense, preferring to get straight to the heart of matters.
Aria has a deep love of combat. The Echani believe that the true self is revealed in battle. This is no different for Aria. When in battle, her facade drops and reveals her true self. Passionate, driven, and boisterous. The sounds of sabers clashing may as well be music to her ears.
Backstory: Aria Shaye was born the only Force-sensitive child of an Echani family, on their homeworld of Eshan. Her sensitivity to the Force was such that the Shaye family soon received a visit from the Jedi Order. The family refused to hand Aria over, and that was seemingly the end of it. She was given the traditional Echani upbringing, with a healthy focus on martial arts and combat prowess.
In her adolescence, she started to become aware of her latent Force sensitivity. So did the Sith. Before waging open war against the Republic, the Sith had agents planted into major population centers across the galaxy. Their mission was to find Force sensitives to recruit for the Empire, willing or otherwise. Going off a tip from a mole in the Jedi Temple, a Zabrak Sith by the name of Lalani Kass found Aria and enticed her with the offer of power beyond her wildest dreams. At the age of fourteen, she accepted, running from home and going under the tutelage of Kass.
Aria would remain under the wing of Kass for the next decade, learning and honing her strength. Her true test of skill would come when the Sith made their presence known to the galaxy and waged open war against the Republic. Alongside her master, Aria fought valiantly in battle. She proved her worth with the lightsaber by personally slaying a total of six Jedi Knights in single combat and holding off dozens more over the years.
Three years into the conflict, Aria upheld a tradition dating back to the genesis of the Sith and murdered her master. She challenged Kass to single combat. Aria?s unrelenting skill with the blade proved to be too much for the aging Zabrak, who quickly found herself cleaved in two. Now free of her bisected master, Aria found herself conducting missions on behalf of the Sith. Anything that ensured she would clash blades with a Jedi guaranteed her interest.
However, this would not be the case for too much longer. The death of Darth Erinyes caused the tentative-at-best order in the Sith Empire to completely fall apart. In the midst of the chaos, Aria now finds herself with a handful of surviving Sith on a commandeered vessel. She is uncertain how to proceed, and even more unsure about the Sith she finds herself in company with.
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Your characters are accepted. The rest of you, I would have liked to include you as well, but ten players is already higher than I would like. Thank you all for your time.
Going in order of posting.
FalloutJack
Blaze96
Elfgore
Mr.I'vebeenframed
Mr.Omega
Ratrace123
Lambi
Pmon3y
socialtangent
Your characters are accepted. The rest of you, I would have liked to include you as well, but ten players is already higher than I would like. Thank you all for your time.
The swirling green-gray gases of the Cauldron Nebula swirled around the hull of the Sith Battlecruiser Glaive. The massive, disc-like craft drifted, several breaches in the ship's armor still glowing with residual heat from the turbolasers that had torn them.
Aboard the ship was a bustle of chaos as troopers and officers rushed to bring aid to their wounded comrades, effect repairs to the damaged ship, and whisper about the new arrivals who already had gained a title in the scant few hours since their arrival - The Nine, the Sith who had trickled aboard over the last day or so. The Sith who their new commander had ordered given all respect and privilege, despite how their leadership was rapidly bringing the Empire to a civil war in the middle of another war.
The Nine had been escorted as they began arriving towards a conference hall on the command deck, a little too tight for nine Sith to be comfortable. Seated at one end of the table was a handsome-featured redhaired Human woman in the uniform of a Sith Captain sans cap.
"Welcome aboard, Master Sith. I have been anticipating your arrival, although not quite so many of you. I am Zana, commander of this vessel and one-time agent of the late Darth Erinyes." She had a small, polite smile on her face. "Nor in such numbers. I will attempt to answer your questions at once - My analysis indicated that there were three primary contenders for that title."
The table hummed and three holograms appeared - a Muun, tall and gaunt even for his already tall and gaunt race, clad in crimson robes covered in ornate silvery scrollwork, a massive hulking Humanoid covered in Sith tattoos clad in battle armor, two massive horns curling down to frame her face - an Iktotchi under the tattoos and scars - and an indistinct masked figure of vaguely feminine figure, swathed in black.
"These three should be somewhat familiar. Lord Azariah Koth, Erinyes' pet sorcerer. Lady Variel Andrak, Warmaster of the Sith. And Lady Eris, faceless master of the Sith Assassins. They are the mightiest Sith living with Darth Erinyes and Darth Bael slain."
She paused a moment. "Koth lacks will. Andrak lacks vision. Eris lacks power. None will conquer the others, and none are worthy to rule the Sith. Their contention will bring this Empire into a stalemate that will devour it. But there is a fourth option, a chance for the Sith to endure. Statistically small, but better than the odds of any of those three claiming victory. Here on the edge of the Empire a new Sith Lord might arise." She flicked a switch and the hologram dissolved, then turned her head to look at them.
"I am here to aid you in becoming that Sith Lord. Any of you. All, if you have the will, the vision, and the power."
One by one she fixed them with a stare, cold and emotionless as a machine. "You would of course never trust me to aid you until I reveal my own secret." She reached up and caressed a tiny crease beside her left eye, and seams that had been invisible a moment before split apart as her face split open along her jawline, cheeks splitting apart back to her ears to show dully gleaming durasteel. The top half of her face slid across her skull, and the flesh of her head pooled around her neck. "I am a Replica Droid, created to serve the Sith and the Dark Lord."
Aboard the ship was a bustle of chaos as troopers and officers rushed to bring aid to their wounded comrades, effect repairs to the damaged ship, and whisper about the new arrivals who already had gained a title in the scant few hours since their arrival - The Nine, the Sith who had trickled aboard over the last day or so. The Sith who their new commander had ordered given all respect and privilege, despite how their leadership was rapidly bringing the Empire to a civil war in the middle of another war.
The Nine had been escorted as they began arriving towards a conference hall on the command deck, a little too tight for nine Sith to be comfortable. Seated at one end of the table was a handsome-featured redhaired Human woman in the uniform of a Sith Captain sans cap.
"Welcome aboard, Master Sith. I have been anticipating your arrival, although not quite so many of you. I am Zana, commander of this vessel and one-time agent of the late Darth Erinyes." She had a small, polite smile on her face. "Nor in such numbers. I will attempt to answer your questions at once - My analysis indicated that there were three primary contenders for that title."
The table hummed and three holograms appeared - a Muun, tall and gaunt even for his already tall and gaunt race, clad in crimson robes covered in ornate silvery scrollwork, a massive hulking Humanoid covered in Sith tattoos clad in battle armor, two massive horns curling down to frame her face - an Iktotchi under the tattoos and scars - and an indistinct masked figure of vaguely feminine figure, swathed in black.
"These three should be somewhat familiar. Lord Azariah Koth, Erinyes' pet sorcerer. Lady Variel Andrak, Warmaster of the Sith. And Lady Eris, faceless master of the Sith Assassins. They are the mightiest Sith living with Darth Erinyes and Darth Bael slain."
She paused a moment. "Koth lacks will. Andrak lacks vision. Eris lacks power. None will conquer the others, and none are worthy to rule the Sith. Their contention will bring this Empire into a stalemate that will devour it. But there is a fourth option, a chance for the Sith to endure. Statistically small, but better than the odds of any of those three claiming victory. Here on the edge of the Empire a new Sith Lord might arise." She flicked a switch and the hologram dissolved, then turned her head to look at them.
"I am here to aid you in becoming that Sith Lord. Any of you. All, if you have the will, the vision, and the power."
One by one she fixed them with a stare, cold and emotionless as a machine. "You would of course never trust me to aid you until I reveal my own secret." She reached up and caressed a tiny crease beside her left eye, and seams that had been invisible a moment before split apart as her face split open along her jawline, cheeks splitting apart back to her ears to show dully gleaming durasteel. The top half of her face slid across her skull, and the flesh of her head pooled around her neck. "I am a Replica Droid, created to serve the Sith and the Dark Lord."
Media felt the familiar creaks and wains of a ship traveling the galaxy once more. For most of her life, Meria been shuttled to and from the galaxy but the main difference then and now was that this was her own accord. She remembered the unrestricted feeling pour into her after she had killed Ario and with the blood dripping down her Vibrosword, she laughed and laughed. Finding the Sith wasn't hard when you had a lightsaber but joining them was another matter entirely. She found herself lucky to be aboard the warship no matter how damaged it may seem. She would help in the repair process when she was done with this meeting. Meria needed an outlet soon .
She was escorted in with the other Sith that had joined the ship after Darth Erinyes perished. She remembered what a struggle and frenzy it was to find a ship to get o after the news came in. She didn't know the Sith Lord personally but her effect on the empire was apparent in how she held things together. With her gone, the Empire seemed to be falling apart faster than she liked as she heard reports of Sith turning on each other left and right. She scanned the Sith around her to get a gauge of them but as soon as she did that, the officer began to speak. She brought up the matter of the other Sith Lords vying for the power left behind from Darth Erinyes' death. Meria noted what the woman had to say and when she was finished with her transformation back into her original state, Meria raised her voice to ask a question.
"How long until the Republic and the Jedi react?" Meria asked. "I suspect when they hear that Darth Erinyes is dead, they will move in."
She was escorted in with the other Sith that had joined the ship after Darth Erinyes perished. She remembered what a struggle and frenzy it was to find a ship to get o after the news came in. She didn't know the Sith Lord personally but her effect on the empire was apparent in how she held things together. With her gone, the Empire seemed to be falling apart faster than she liked as she heard reports of Sith turning on each other left and right. She scanned the Sith around her to get a gauge of them but as soon as she did that, the officer began to speak. She brought up the matter of the other Sith Lords vying for the power left behind from Darth Erinyes' death. Meria noted what the woman had to say and when she was finished with her transformation back into her original state, Meria raised her voice to ask a question.
"How long until the Republic and the Jedi react?" Meria asked. "I suspect when they hear that Darth Erinyes is dead, they will move in."
"They already have. Within the hour of the Jedi strike team slaying Darth Erinyes the Republic launched a three pronged assault on Imperial space. Details are sketchy at best, but I have a report from Coruscant News that the Ninth Fleet led by Jedi Master Astraea Vel-Zhoran destroyed the S.D. Angoroth and her attendant fleet. As of this report - two days old - Korriban is under siege." The Angoroth was one of the rare Dreadnoughts, a warship stretching twenty kilometers in length. The hangar bay is large enough to accomodate the Glaive with a little room to spare. "Fleet High Command is in disarray, and I have unconfirmed reports that the entirety of Battle Fleet Tartarus surrendered to the Republic without a fight."
Lampay had been standing a bit off from the others, wearing his best hate filled scowl and keeping the hood on. He looked every bit the stereotypical sith one would expect from even passively paying attention to stories of the dark jedi who tried to conquer and destroy the universe. As the droid mentioned the current situation, he decided to speak.
"So it's likely we are completely alone. Very well, that will not stop me from crushing our enemies."
As he spoke he internally rolled his eyes at his own statement, to sound so stupid, single-minded, and consumed by the source of their power. He absolutely hated the people who actually believed the words he spouted. Not to say he couldn't sell the lie, he had been doing this since he had fallen out of grace with the jedi and become a sith. To Lampay though, it was an act that was done for survival not because he actually thought it made him intimidating or that he actually believed it. He had killed enough people who had fallen for his persona and been surprised by the dropping of it that he knew it worked.
"So it's likely we are completely alone. Very well, that will not stop me from crushing our enemies."
As he spoke he internally rolled his eyes at his own statement, to sound so stupid, single-minded, and consumed by the source of their power. He absolutely hated the people who actually believed the words he spouted. Not to say he couldn't sell the lie, he had been doing this since he had fallen out of grace with the jedi and become a sith. To Lampay though, it was an act that was done for survival not because he actually thought it made him intimidating or that he actually believed it. He had killed enough people who had fallen for his persona and been surprised by the dropping of it that he knew it worked.
Aria sat quietly and listened to what Zana had to say. It was interesting, to say the least, but she remained skeptical. The Echani regarded the Replica Droid carefully. The fact she could not pick up that Zana was a droid through the Force was also interesting, if not somewhat troubling. But for now, she addressed the more pressing of her concerns.
"And how exactly do you propose to aid us?" she asked, her silver eyes narrowing. "I am uncertain as to how a droid can help any of us attain the power of a Lord of the Sith."
There was another concern that Aria did not voice. She would not trust the eight other Sith in this room under normal circumstances. But now, with the Sith Empire breaking apart, she wouldn't give any of them the benefit of the doubt. It was not a matter of if this group would turn on itself, but when. When that happened, she wanted to be as far from the wreckage as possible. But given her current situation, she would work with them for now. And sleep with one eye open.
"And how exactly do you propose to aid us?" she asked, her silver eyes narrowing. "I am uncertain as to how a droid can help any of us attain the power of a Lord of the Sith."
There was another concern that Aria did not voice. She would not trust the eight other Sith in this room under normal circumstances. But now, with the Sith Empire breaking apart, she wouldn't give any of them the benefit of the doubt. It was not a matter of if this group would turn on itself, but when. When that happened, she wanted to be as far from the wreckage as possible. But given her current situation, she would work with them for now. And sleep with one eye open.
Thalo was standing around, swaying in a meditative trance. His eyes were sweeping the room, making notes on the perceived flaws and imperfections of the GLAIVE and the crew as their host spoke. Whoever this Zana was, she would have to go soon. At least the other Sith were worthy of going on for the foreseeable future.
The situation the Empire found itself in was certainly worth listening to, but he paid little mind to the specifics of the politics. Still, the squabbling leaders looked like fun. Perhaps there were things that he could learn from them. And if not, he could always use some practice. It was at that moment the Replica Droid revealed itself, and Thalo gave a more approving nod. This one was now acceptable.
Thalo spoke up immediately after Aria, voicing his concerns "And why do we not just seize power right now?" He knew that it wasn't a good idea. He was instead looking at the reactions of the others. Most would probably dismiss it and not even acknowledge the suggestion, but there might be one who was arrogant enough to go for it.
The situation the Empire found itself in was certainly worth listening to, but he paid little mind to the specifics of the politics. Still, the squabbling leaders looked like fun. Perhaps there were things that he could learn from them. And if not, he could always use some practice. It was at that moment the Replica Droid revealed itself, and Thalo gave a more approving nod. This one was now acceptable.
Thalo spoke up immediately after Aria, voicing his concerns "And why do we not just seize power right now?" He knew that it wasn't a good idea. He was instead looking at the reactions of the others. Most would probably dismiss it and not even acknowledge the suggestion, but there might be one who was arrogant enough to go for it.
She ignored the two Sith who either were fools or adept at playing one and focused her attention on the Echani. "I cannot help you gain power in the Force directly, you are too advanced to benefit from the basic training I can provide. However, to gain power you will need to immerse yourselves in the Dark Side of the Force. Lacking a true master you must learn from writings and legendry, and if we should be so lucky a Holocron."
She pursed her lips. "Unfortunately most Sith ruins have been rather picked bare. The Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban, the ancient cities of Dromund Kaas...but I know of one that has been untouched, and can gain access to where we might learn of others. The location I think of is a facility of the ancient Sith Lord Darth Sidious, on one of the outer planets of the Coruscant system. It has never been opened, after Sidious' death the Jedi discovered it and decided to seal it forever, burying the access shaft under a million tons of durasteel."
She pursed her lips. "Unfortunately most Sith ruins have been rather picked bare. The Valley of the Dark Lords on Korriban, the ancient cities of Dromund Kaas...but I know of one that has been untouched, and can gain access to where we might learn of others. The location I think of is a facility of the ancient Sith Lord Darth Sidious, on one of the outer planets of the Coruscant system. It has never been opened, after Sidious' death the Jedi discovered it and decided to seal it forever, burying the access shaft under a million tons of durasteel."
"And why do we not just seize power right now?"
"You're more than welcome to try." Ja'Ysr piped up from his seat, scoffing as he addressed the Bith. Knowing how Sith customs played out, such a mindless action would only result in one's immediate demise. For the Chiss, to take up such a power was not at the forefront of his mind. Not yet, at least. Instead, he thought of action.
"So if this tomb is to be so highly protected, how would we go about breaking in? If it is sealed, it would also be highly guarded, one would think. And even doubly so at a time such as this." He shifted some in his seat. "And maybe the guards would be no match for us. Even then, it leaves the steel in which the site was entombed with. What weaponry or equipment would we have that could penetrate that much metal in a short window of time?" As he talked, his left eye whirred and clicked as it zoomed in and out about the room, analyzing and surveying whatever it could.
"You're more than welcome to try." Ja'Ysr piped up from his seat, scoffing as he addressed the Bith. Knowing how Sith customs played out, such a mindless action would only result in one's immediate demise. For the Chiss, to take up such a power was not at the forefront of his mind. Not yet, at least. Instead, he thought of action.
"So if this tomb is to be so highly protected, how would we go about breaking in? If it is sealed, it would also be highly guarded, one would think. And even doubly so at a time such as this." He shifted some in his seat. "And maybe the guards would be no match for us. Even then, it leaves the steel in which the site was entombed with. What weaponry or equipment would we have that could penetrate that much metal in a short window of time?" As he talked, his left eye whirred and clicked as it zoomed in and out about the room, analyzing and surveying whatever it could.