Post by jezred on Jul 6, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
Name: Tovarish Vitar A.K.A. Darth Destruidos (it means “destroyed” in spanish)
Species: Shistavanen
Age: 72
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6’7” / 141Kgs(311Lbs)
Appearance:
Originally
Currently
Personality: Destruidos is a proud, albeit arrogant warrior. Once headstrong and overbearing, he has become calm and collected, using violence in a fashion that most will not anticipate. There is no transitional factors, no sliding scale to determine his mood and temperament. Where one minute he may be speaking calmly, in the very same breath as he speaks, he may choke someone with the force or fry them with electricity.
Strength: 92
Reflexes: 89
Speed: 88
Intelligence: 80
Unarmed Combat: 80
Ranged Weapons: 82
Melee Weapons: 94
Mechanical Skill: 60
Tech Skill: 63
Items:
Telekinesis: 97
Telepathy: 90
Body: 89
Sense: 92
Channel: 94
Powers: Force lightning, Tapas, force speed, force body, force healing(dark transfer), force listening, force seeing, force sense, Blink (battle precognition), farsight, alter image, animal friendship, combustion, crucitorn, Drain knowledge, doppelganger, force bellow, tutaminis, force deflection, force destruction, force drain, force orb, force scream, force breach, telekinesis, force travel, force wound, force choke, force crush, malacia, midichlorian manipulation, spear of midnight black, memory walk (torture by chagrin), force lightning storm, alter damage
Alignment: -49
Bio:
Birth and family
Uvena III was dead quiet the night of Tovarish’s birth. The night sky placed the time and with the moon over the planet in its new moon phase, the stars were even more visible than normal. The light cast from the many seeming eyes in the sky lit up a dark alley where a Shistavanen female lay dead on the ground. Her pups lay there with her, the life drained from their eyes, save for one. The Shistavanen pup that would later be named Tovarish Vitar desperately suckled at his deceased mother’s teat, draining her of the little bit of milk that her body still held. It was those few precious seconds of life and the survival instinct that made him unique enough for others to take notice, but add to that the fact he was the runt of the litter and you had an extremely abnormal infant Shistavanen. With eyes closed, and no sound he followed a guiding instinct far outside the spectrum of what most of his race possessed in the ways of senses. Unbeknownst to him, the pup was guided by the force. It pulled him in one direction and closed off all others, for an infant had no conscious will of his own as far as what path to travel besides those that were lit for him.
After less than ten minutes of scooting and attempting to crawl along, he managed to get underneath the light of a streetlamp. It helped warm him a bit, but he was already freezing from the contact with the cold dead corpse of his mother and siblings earlier and the artificial light wasn’t enough to counteract the effects. It was certain that he would die and without even the chance to make some sort of mark on the world when he was finally discovered by a passing couple… a passing human couple, hidden within the dark of night and under the cover of hoods and robes. Behind them a small contingent of Shistavanens followed in hot pursuit and with the pup on the ground beneath the street lamp the couple stopped for only a second in order to pick it up before they started running again. The pup’s hell had just begun.
Growing up
The two who took the pup named him Tovarish. The irony was the difference between the name and the training. The meaning behind his name was “friend” yet he was taught, very explicitly, the arts and methods used to kill others. The two who had adopted him were assassins, though not force users themselves. As he grew they took advantage of his Shistavanen strength, increased speed, heightened reflexes, awareness, instincts, and of course his race’s natural fast healing ability. Each day he was beaten with various implements from clubs to tonfas and even electro rods. He was cut with vibroblades, shot in non-vital areas with blasers, and force to undergo training that would have broken most humans. Injuries that would have killed a normal person would heal in hours and slowly, but surely, his body became more resilient and more fearless. Muscle movements occurred without the fear or riposte during combat. Each movement became fluid and focused and he began to revel in the natural superiority that his heritage gave him, but still he wasn’t good enough to defeat the assassins that had absconded with him what was now four years ago. Now in the adolescent stage of his life, Tovarish was a force to be reckoned with and his “parents” made sure of that. As far as superficial care went, the pup was fed well, had a roof over his head, and was afforded the luxury of picking his own clothing, but that was where the normalcy ended.
Age five and as far as the developmental rate for a Shistavanen, he was a young adult. The couple treated him accordingly. They never told him their names, he remained in the basement and referred to the male as “master” and the female as “mistress” and he had learned how to speak Shistavanen but other than that there were no clues to who he was as he was raised with killing instinct and basic though, but on his fifth birthday, they started expanding his training. The beatings grew just a little less frequent and in their place came the intellectual training. Physics, chemistry, biology, mathematics, and the entire curriculum that any student might expect to take in school were forced down his throat. It was during this training that the couple began to notice just how smart their little pet was. Complicated subjects became apparent quickly and he was picking up on highly advanced topics quickly and with complete comprehension. Still, the couple put pressure on him until at last they felt that he had achieved enough mastery to be allowed to move on to further stages. That of course was all until the first day he exhibited force capability, something that was made apparent when he demonstrated an even higher affinity for speed, and one claw attack that he attempted cut through steel and left the area charged with electricity. At that point, they started to fear him. They did their best to hide it, but Tovarish’s animal instincts, with the help of the force, could sense their fear and it was from that moment that he began planning.
Insurrection
Tovarish managed to pick the perfect day to fight his way out. He gave them the impression that he had been broken. He cow toed to his their requests, even going so far as to make them believe he wouldn’t raise a hand to them no matter what. It was part one of his plans. Slowly they started to grow more lax in their security. They stopped monitoring the cameras as much as they once had and he would close his eyes and follow the path to the control screens and would watch, through what he would later know to be the force, to make sure that there was no one there watching. If there was he would train his unarmed skills but when no one was there, he would be experimenting with this ability of his. He would lift the rug and claw underneath of it trying to figure out how he had cut through steel with his claws but it took him a while. Eventually he just let his instincts start guiding him and discovered that if he followed things that were naturally part of his own racial enhancements he could easily push them even further. His claws were enhanced by using this external medium to push and soften the target he was cutting while simultaneously “sharpening” his own claws. It came to him like a dream. He could even get himself to heal faster and run faster while he was following his instincts, even more so than what his heritage allowed him to do. The thing he couldn’t figure out was the electricity. Was it physics? Some sort of friction reaction? Wouldn’t the heat from that just cause flames instead of electricity? It was a cause of much concern but he couldn’t figure out how to do it at will. It was just something that happened on occasion when he made an attack. The couple that raised him began to grow complacent, training him without much of the protective gear, but still he didn’t make an attempt to free himself, figuring there was still more to learn from these people. That was until the magical day that everyone knew was coming.
”We have nothing more to teach you Tovarish Vitar, we have your first mission for you today on the day of your graduation.” They said. At that moment, it was the end of the line for them. With nothing more to learn from them and a lifetime of abuse and neglect for them all to pay for, he happily used every bit of his training and thoroughly enjoyed the death of his “family.” He tore the male, his father’s arm off first, using his strength and claws and proceeded to beat his “mother” with the sharp, snapped bone of the man’s arm. Then, as the man stood screaming, his slit his throat with his claws and as he did this, he could feel the electrical energy before it fully went off. Of course!
”So my body’s own electricity is how I’ve been weaponizing this. Why didn’t I think of that before?” He said aloud. So he could finally use it, possibly even at will. A dark wicked grin crossed his features as he began to contemplate further applications. With his father lying on the floor, barely able to breath, and his mother’s beaten, battered, and unconscious body lye on the opposite side of him. He stretched out one hand to either side of him, launching electricity from his right and frying his mother, and using those functions though in a more field type effect in order to excite other electrons in the air and force them to vibrate faster. Suddenly, the area burst into flames and his father’s corpse was cooked too.
That night Tovarish ate very well on the flesh of his enemies, the very people who had saved his life and raised him with the utmost lack of care had finally expired. Unfortunately, that didn’t make his life any easier. At 6’7”, he stood well over any intruder and was physically a match for anyone who wished to fight him in melee. He knew not whether other Shistavanens had this power or not, but he knew that he was definitely unique among people like the ones that had raised him and unfortunately, so did the woman watching the fight.
After he finished his meal, a woman stepped out from seemingly nowhere, clapping her hands slowly.
”My my, someone is a big boy. You’ll be coming with me now Tovarish, me and my team that is.” She informed him as she stopped clapping. Naturally, the Shistavanen turned on her and attacked but with one outstretched hand, she slammed him into a wall. He got up and let out a monstrous roar but he suddenly felt himself growing tired and finally, he lost consciousness. With no understanding of what had happened to him, he blacked out, the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the image of his new master’s face.
Darth Truida
Force and combat training: the beggining
Purchases:
Species: Shistavanen
Age: 72
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6’7” / 141Kgs(311Lbs)
Appearance:
Originally
Currently
Personality: Destruidos is a proud, albeit arrogant warrior. Once headstrong and overbearing, he has become calm and collected, using violence in a fashion that most will not anticipate. There is no transitional factors, no sliding scale to determine his mood and temperament. Where one minute he may be speaking calmly, in the very same breath as he speaks, he may choke someone with the force or fry them with electricity.
Strength: 92
Reflexes: 89
Speed: 88
Intelligence: 80
Unarmed Combat: 80
Ranged Weapons: 82
Melee Weapons: 94
Mechanical Skill: 60
Tech Skill: 63
Items:
Telekinesis: 97
Telepathy: 90
Body: 89
Sense: 92
Channel: 94
Powers: Force lightning, Tapas, force speed, force body, force healing(dark transfer), force listening, force seeing, force sense, Blink (battle precognition), farsight, alter image, animal friendship, combustion, crucitorn, Drain knowledge, doppelganger, force bellow, tutaminis, force deflection, force destruction, force drain, force orb, force scream, force breach, telekinesis, force travel, force wound, force choke, force crush, malacia, midichlorian manipulation, spear of midnight black, memory walk (torture by chagrin), force lightning storm, alter damage
Alignment: -49
Bio:
Birth and family
Uvena III was dead quiet the night of Tovarish’s birth. The night sky placed the time and with the moon over the planet in its new moon phase, the stars were even more visible than normal. The light cast from the many seeming eyes in the sky lit up a dark alley where a Shistavanen female lay dead on the ground. Her pups lay there with her, the life drained from their eyes, save for one. The Shistavanen pup that would later be named Tovarish Vitar desperately suckled at his deceased mother’s teat, draining her of the little bit of milk that her body still held. It was those few precious seconds of life and the survival instinct that made him unique enough for others to take notice, but add to that the fact he was the runt of the litter and you had an extremely abnormal infant Shistavanen. With eyes closed, and no sound he followed a guiding instinct far outside the spectrum of what most of his race possessed in the ways of senses. Unbeknownst to him, the pup was guided by the force. It pulled him in one direction and closed off all others, for an infant had no conscious will of his own as far as what path to travel besides those that were lit for him.
After less than ten minutes of scooting and attempting to crawl along, he managed to get underneath the light of a streetlamp. It helped warm him a bit, but he was already freezing from the contact with the cold dead corpse of his mother and siblings earlier and the artificial light wasn’t enough to counteract the effects. It was certain that he would die and without even the chance to make some sort of mark on the world when he was finally discovered by a passing couple… a passing human couple, hidden within the dark of night and under the cover of hoods and robes. Behind them a small contingent of Shistavanens followed in hot pursuit and with the pup on the ground beneath the street lamp the couple stopped for only a second in order to pick it up before they started running again. The pup’s hell had just begun.
Growing up
The two who took the pup named him Tovarish. The irony was the difference between the name and the training. The meaning behind his name was “friend” yet he was taught, very explicitly, the arts and methods used to kill others. The two who had adopted him were assassins, though not force users themselves. As he grew they took advantage of his Shistavanen strength, increased speed, heightened reflexes, awareness, instincts, and of course his race’s natural fast healing ability. Each day he was beaten with various implements from clubs to tonfas and even electro rods. He was cut with vibroblades, shot in non-vital areas with blasers, and force to undergo training that would have broken most humans. Injuries that would have killed a normal person would heal in hours and slowly, but surely, his body became more resilient and more fearless. Muscle movements occurred without the fear or riposte during combat. Each movement became fluid and focused and he began to revel in the natural superiority that his heritage gave him, but still he wasn’t good enough to defeat the assassins that had absconded with him what was now four years ago. Now in the adolescent stage of his life, Tovarish was a force to be reckoned with and his “parents” made sure of that. As far as superficial care went, the pup was fed well, had a roof over his head, and was afforded the luxury of picking his own clothing, but that was where the normalcy ended.
Age five and as far as the developmental rate for a Shistavanen, he was a young adult. The couple treated him accordingly. They never told him their names, he remained in the basement and referred to the male as “master” and the female as “mistress” and he had learned how to speak Shistavanen but other than that there were no clues to who he was as he was raised with killing instinct and basic though, but on his fifth birthday, they started expanding his training. The beatings grew just a little less frequent and in their place came the intellectual training. Physics, chemistry, biology, mathematics, and the entire curriculum that any student might expect to take in school were forced down his throat. It was during this training that the couple began to notice just how smart their little pet was. Complicated subjects became apparent quickly and he was picking up on highly advanced topics quickly and with complete comprehension. Still, the couple put pressure on him until at last they felt that he had achieved enough mastery to be allowed to move on to further stages. That of course was all until the first day he exhibited force capability, something that was made apparent when he demonstrated an even higher affinity for speed, and one claw attack that he attempted cut through steel and left the area charged with electricity. At that point, they started to fear him. They did their best to hide it, but Tovarish’s animal instincts, with the help of the force, could sense their fear and it was from that moment that he began planning.
Insurrection
Tovarish managed to pick the perfect day to fight his way out. He gave them the impression that he had been broken. He cow toed to his their requests, even going so far as to make them believe he wouldn’t raise a hand to them no matter what. It was part one of his plans. Slowly they started to grow more lax in their security. They stopped monitoring the cameras as much as they once had and he would close his eyes and follow the path to the control screens and would watch, through what he would later know to be the force, to make sure that there was no one there watching. If there was he would train his unarmed skills but when no one was there, he would be experimenting with this ability of his. He would lift the rug and claw underneath of it trying to figure out how he had cut through steel with his claws but it took him a while. Eventually he just let his instincts start guiding him and discovered that if he followed things that were naturally part of his own racial enhancements he could easily push them even further. His claws were enhanced by using this external medium to push and soften the target he was cutting while simultaneously “sharpening” his own claws. It came to him like a dream. He could even get himself to heal faster and run faster while he was following his instincts, even more so than what his heritage allowed him to do. The thing he couldn’t figure out was the electricity. Was it physics? Some sort of friction reaction? Wouldn’t the heat from that just cause flames instead of electricity? It was a cause of much concern but he couldn’t figure out how to do it at will. It was just something that happened on occasion when he made an attack. The couple that raised him began to grow complacent, training him without much of the protective gear, but still he didn’t make an attempt to free himself, figuring there was still more to learn from these people. That was until the magical day that everyone knew was coming.
”We have nothing more to teach you Tovarish Vitar, we have your first mission for you today on the day of your graduation.” They said. At that moment, it was the end of the line for them. With nothing more to learn from them and a lifetime of abuse and neglect for them all to pay for, he happily used every bit of his training and thoroughly enjoyed the death of his “family.” He tore the male, his father’s arm off first, using his strength and claws and proceeded to beat his “mother” with the sharp, snapped bone of the man’s arm. Then, as the man stood screaming, his slit his throat with his claws and as he did this, he could feel the electrical energy before it fully went off. Of course!
”So my body’s own electricity is how I’ve been weaponizing this. Why didn’t I think of that before?” He said aloud. So he could finally use it, possibly even at will. A dark wicked grin crossed his features as he began to contemplate further applications. With his father lying on the floor, barely able to breath, and his mother’s beaten, battered, and unconscious body lye on the opposite side of him. He stretched out one hand to either side of him, launching electricity from his right and frying his mother, and using those functions though in a more field type effect in order to excite other electrons in the air and force them to vibrate faster. Suddenly, the area burst into flames and his father’s corpse was cooked too.
That night Tovarish ate very well on the flesh of his enemies, the very people who had saved his life and raised him with the utmost lack of care had finally expired. Unfortunately, that didn’t make his life any easier. At 6’7”, he stood well over any intruder and was physically a match for anyone who wished to fight him in melee. He knew not whether other Shistavanens had this power or not, but he knew that he was definitely unique among people like the ones that had raised him and unfortunately, so did the woman watching the fight.
After he finished his meal, a woman stepped out from seemingly nowhere, clapping her hands slowly.
”My my, someone is a big boy. You’ll be coming with me now Tovarish, me and my team that is.” She informed him as she stopped clapping. Naturally, the Shistavanen turned on her and attacked but with one outstretched hand, she slammed him into a wall. He got up and let out a monstrous roar but he suddenly felt himself growing tired and finally, he lost consciousness. With no understanding of what had happened to him, he blacked out, the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness was the image of his new master’s face.
Darth Truida
Force and combat training: the beggining
Purchases: