Post by Roku on Dec 9, 2011 10:44:55 GMT -5
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Name: Danzala Artherius Saren Tira'khana I (Darth Frost)
Nicknames: Danny, The Ice Tyrant, Darth Frost
Species: Epicanthix
Homeworld: Panatha
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'4" 270lbs
Appearance:
Above: Danzala as Darth Frost - seen without his illusions up, dressed in his sith robe.
Danzala is literally the black sheep of his family, being the only one born with black hair in a family of blondes. The only other notable family member with black hair is his grandfather, and it's quite obvious he received that gene dominantly. Danzala often turns down his illusions while visiting Nar Shaddaa so that he won't be mistaken for his other identity over on Panatha.
Danzala as seen as King of Panatha, with his illusions fully up. Danzala used to bleach his hair as a child to blend in with the rest of his family, until his uncle Atticus showed him how to make it seem permanently blonde. He mastered this illusion technique, and now uses it to make himself look however he wants.
Personality:
History:
Danzala comes from a family of naturally gifted Epicanthix force warriors, the royal family in fact, of Panatha. Danzala was born in the royal palace infirmary to his mother, Lady Akane.
Spara and Ashton:
"Danzala we're leaving. I'm informing the guard of your killing of Grace."
"No Ashton, when you leave it'll be in a body bag!" he replied.
"Why are you doing this!?" Spara asked him. "I've never done anything to hurt you, cousin..."
"No...you were good to me. But you both know about Gracie. And, you are higher up the throne ladder. I can't be King if you two are alive..."
"And what about Emma? And Clarke?" he asked angrily.
"Funny thing about that..." Danzala replied.
There was a squishy crunching sound. The crown prince turned to his sister, and gasped loudly, his hands both coming up to his chin in shock. He fell to his knees. Ashton didn't realize it, but his face was now covered in the splatter of his sister's blood. His beautiful Sister's blonde hair was fully saturated in it now. Her limp body was only held up by Emma using the force. There was a pick axe lodged deep in Spara's skull. Her face was drooling blood out of her mouth, and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head.
"You...you're with him? Oh Spara...Fuck! Fuckin hell!"
"That's unbecoming of a Crown Prince." Danzala told him. "Truth be told, I've never thought you would do a good job Ashton."
"You didn't have to slay her, she was just a child... Why couldn't you kill me in her place?"
"In good time, Ash. That pick axe was yours you know. It has your finger prints all over it." Danzala replied.
The crown prince looked over at Emma, and saw that she was wearing gloves. "So you're to frame me?" he asked.
"Shut up!" Emma growled, kicking her cousin in the mouth, and sending him wincing in pain. Ashton spat blood up back in Emmalia's face. He began to scramble on the floor toward the exit. He made his way for his room, where he could get his weapon. Emma threw Spara's corpse at him with the force, her skull colliding with his and causing him to receive even more blood all over his face.
"We're going to kill you, and claim self defense. This is your lightsaber, isn't it?" Emma asked him. She ignited the bright purple blade, and held it in a display position for Ashton to see. The crown prince turned and glared up at her. "When did you grab that?" he asked.
"While you two morons were scurrying about."
Ashton proceeded to use a force push, to blast himself backwards away from Emma. "You're not even a good jedi, are you Ashton." She said, taunting him by swinging the lightsaber around. It hummed and purred, and Emma's lips curled into a smirk.
"Your family got all the talent..." he finally admitted.
"That's right. Your father has no business being King. House Tiraka has always had more natural talent. " Emma replied. "Don't worry Ashton. Your deaths will make Panatha a better place. Danzala is ambitious...he's...he's revolutionary."
"No! You can't do this!" he said, scrambling for a datapad on the wall. He started pressing the touch screen repeatedly, navigating it like a cell phone.
"Guards... GUARDS! I'm being attacked in my quarters."
Danzala had already left, but he strayed not far from the scene. He always made sure that his siblings took the fall, despite being in full control of them. Clark came in to the hall way and booted Ashton's face in to the floor, breaking his neck and killing him. Emma slowly walked up, and beheaded him with his own lightsaber. At this point, Danzala released control of them, and they gasped at what they'd done.
"Clark...who did this?" Emma asked him. "No...NO! Ashton...Oh my god." She looked down at the glowing blade in her hand. Clarkson glared down at his sister.
"I think you did it, Emma. What the hell are you doing with Ashton's lightsaber?" Clarkson accused.
"Please Brother...I have no idea..."
Clark continued to stare her down. But he came top believe that she was telling the truth. He could always read his sister. She really didn't remember any of it. Moments later, they were surrounded by Guards and arrested. Danzala would come by later and release them on grounds of self defense. He wasn't done with them yet, however.
--
Lysander:
When Lysander came come and found the corpses of the entire main family, he knew his ass was next. For a few hours, Lysander was technically King of Panatha. Danzala wasn't going to have it. His father was the last person that needed to be destroyed. It took all three of them to gang up on their father. Despite being the leader of the branch family, Lysander was a powerful Master-Level Jedi - well more powerful than his King of a brother. Danzala took point, and his siblings went into hiding. Lysander kicked in the door of House Tiraka, and confronted his blood-splattered son. Danzala smiled at him, covered his the blood of his younger Cousin Grace.
"Why have you done this? You want me next, don't you?" he asked him, before igniting his blue bladed saber and twirling it around, before taking a fancy Makashi stance.
"Father, you know I'm not capable of defeating you alone. Don't you see? I did this so you could be king..." he replied.
"Fine! I'm King, and I sentence you to death! In the name of Panatha! My brother's family was nothing but good to you, Dan... their deaths will not go unforgiven..." he told him, as he slowly pulled a charge bomb out of his pocket, and stuck it to the ceiling.
"You were granted the title of Leader of House Tiraka! And how do you repay Atticus? By spitting in his face and cutting him down? My brother was admittedly a naive man, but he was one of the better kings this land has seen...You will die, and after you do...so will I." he told him.
"You are right about one thing, Lord Father." Danzala said, before spitting some of Princess Grace's blood in his father's face. "You will die...My King" And with that, Danzala did little more than snap his fingers.
"What?" Lysander gasped, looking around in all directions for the trap.
Emma and Clark pushed over the desk they'd been hiding behind, and Clark used his massive foot to boot the lightsaber right out of his father's hand, breaking Lysander's wrist in the process. "Ughh...Traitors...The three of you! You're no better than the sith..." he accused, grabbing his hands.
"Heh, that's the point father... I am a sith..." Danzala admitted.
"You won't get away with this! I'm going to put the three of you down!" He declared.
Danzala leaves the room, but not before activating his camera to catch this final murder. They both viciously zap their father with lightning, he isn't quite strong enough to deal with both of them, and is overcome. Emma and Clarkson stab his helpless body with daggers several times, all locked in a holocron.
--
After becoming King:
Emma and Clark had already fled the city, and were on their way off Panatha when they received word that they had been banished from the monarchy on grounds of high treason.
Character Rank: Former Leader of House Tiraka, King of Panatha, Dark Lord of the Sith
Family:
Princess Grace, 21 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 4th in line
Princess Spara, 22 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 3rd in line
Crown Prince Ashton, 36 - Older Cousin - Deceased - 1st in line
Prince Raiza, 9 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 2nd in line
King Atticus III, 58 - Uncle - Deceased - king at time of death
Lady Amara, 56 - Aunt by Marriage - Deceased
Prince Lysander, 51 - Father - Deceased - kings brother and 5th in line
Lady Akane, 48 - Mother - Deceased
Princess Emmalia, 25 - Younger Sister - Alive - 7th in line at time of king's death, current first in line
Prince Clarkson, 23 - Younger Brother - In a Coma - 8th in line at time of king's death, current second in line
Alignment: -87
Purchases: None
Name: Danzala Artherius Saren Tira'khana I (Darth Frost)
Nicknames: Danny, The Ice Tyrant, Darth Frost
Species: Epicanthix
Homeworld: Panatha
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'4" 270lbs
Appearance:
Above: Danzala as Darth Frost - seen without his illusions up, dressed in his sith robe.
Danzala is literally the black sheep of his family, being the only one born with black hair in a family of blondes. The only other notable family member with black hair is his grandfather, and it's quite obvious he received that gene dominantly. Danzala often turns down his illusions while visiting Nar Shaddaa so that he won't be mistaken for his other identity over on Panatha.
Danzala as seen as King of Panatha, with his illusions fully up. Danzala used to bleach his hair as a child to blend in with the rest of his family, until his uncle Atticus showed him how to make it seem permanently blonde. He mastered this illusion technique, and now uses it to make himself look however he wants.
Personality:
History:
Danzala comes from a family of naturally gifted Epicanthix force warriors, the royal family in fact, of Panatha. Danzala was born in the royal palace infirmary to his mother, Lady Akane.
Spara and Ashton:
"Danzala we're leaving. I'm informing the guard of your killing of Grace."
"No Ashton, when you leave it'll be in a body bag!" he replied.
"Why are you doing this!?" Spara asked him. "I've never done anything to hurt you, cousin..."
"No...you were good to me. But you both know about Gracie. And, you are higher up the throne ladder. I can't be King if you two are alive..."
"And what about Emma? And Clarke?" he asked angrily.
"Funny thing about that..." Danzala replied.
There was a squishy crunching sound. The crown prince turned to his sister, and gasped loudly, his hands both coming up to his chin in shock. He fell to his knees. Ashton didn't realize it, but his face was now covered in the splatter of his sister's blood. His beautiful Sister's blonde hair was fully saturated in it now. Her limp body was only held up by Emma using the force. There was a pick axe lodged deep in Spara's skull. Her face was drooling blood out of her mouth, and her eyes were rolled into the back of her head.
"You...you're with him? Oh Spara...Fuck! Fuckin hell!"
"That's unbecoming of a Crown Prince." Danzala told him. "Truth be told, I've never thought you would do a good job Ashton."
"You didn't have to slay her, she was just a child... Why couldn't you kill me in her place?"
"In good time, Ash. That pick axe was yours you know. It has your finger prints all over it." Danzala replied.
The crown prince looked over at Emma, and saw that she was wearing gloves. "So you're to frame me?" he asked.
"Shut up!" Emma growled, kicking her cousin in the mouth, and sending him wincing in pain. Ashton spat blood up back in Emmalia's face. He began to scramble on the floor toward the exit. He made his way for his room, where he could get his weapon. Emma threw Spara's corpse at him with the force, her skull colliding with his and causing him to receive even more blood all over his face.
"We're going to kill you, and claim self defense. This is your lightsaber, isn't it?" Emma asked him. She ignited the bright purple blade, and held it in a display position for Ashton to see. The crown prince turned and glared up at her. "When did you grab that?" he asked.
"While you two morons were scurrying about."
Ashton proceeded to use a force push, to blast himself backwards away from Emma. "You're not even a good jedi, are you Ashton." She said, taunting him by swinging the lightsaber around. It hummed and purred, and Emma's lips curled into a smirk.
"Your family got all the talent..." he finally admitted.
"That's right. Your father has no business being King. House Tiraka has always had more natural talent. " Emma replied. "Don't worry Ashton. Your deaths will make Panatha a better place. Danzala is ambitious...he's...he's revolutionary."
"No! You can't do this!" he said, scrambling for a datapad on the wall. He started pressing the touch screen repeatedly, navigating it like a cell phone.
"Guards... GUARDS! I'm being attacked in my quarters."
Danzala had already left, but he strayed not far from the scene. He always made sure that his siblings took the fall, despite being in full control of them. Clark came in to the hall way and booted Ashton's face in to the floor, breaking his neck and killing him. Emma slowly walked up, and beheaded him with his own lightsaber. At this point, Danzala released control of them, and they gasped at what they'd done.
"Clark...who did this?" Emma asked him. "No...NO! Ashton...Oh my god." She looked down at the glowing blade in her hand. Clarkson glared down at his sister.
"I think you did it, Emma. What the hell are you doing with Ashton's lightsaber?" Clarkson accused.
"Please Brother...I have no idea..."
Clark continued to stare her down. But he came top believe that she was telling the truth. He could always read his sister. She really didn't remember any of it. Moments later, they were surrounded by Guards and arrested. Danzala would come by later and release them on grounds of self defense. He wasn't done with them yet, however.
--
Lysander:
When Lysander came come and found the corpses of the entire main family, he knew his ass was next. For a few hours, Lysander was technically King of Panatha. Danzala wasn't going to have it. His father was the last person that needed to be destroyed. It took all three of them to gang up on their father. Despite being the leader of the branch family, Lysander was a powerful Master-Level Jedi - well more powerful than his King of a brother. Danzala took point, and his siblings went into hiding. Lysander kicked in the door of House Tiraka, and confronted his blood-splattered son. Danzala smiled at him, covered his the blood of his younger Cousin Grace.
"Why have you done this? You want me next, don't you?" he asked him, before igniting his blue bladed saber and twirling it around, before taking a fancy Makashi stance.
"Father, you know I'm not capable of defeating you alone. Don't you see? I did this so you could be king..." he replied.
"Fine! I'm King, and I sentence you to death! In the name of Panatha! My brother's family was nothing but good to you, Dan... their deaths will not go unforgiven..." he told him, as he slowly pulled a charge bomb out of his pocket, and stuck it to the ceiling.
"You were granted the title of Leader of House Tiraka! And how do you repay Atticus? By spitting in his face and cutting him down? My brother was admittedly a naive man, but he was one of the better kings this land has seen...You will die, and after you do...so will I." he told him.
"You are right about one thing, Lord Father." Danzala said, before spitting some of Princess Grace's blood in his father's face. "You will die...My King" And with that, Danzala did little more than snap his fingers.
"What?" Lysander gasped, looking around in all directions for the trap.
Emma and Clark pushed over the desk they'd been hiding behind, and Clark used his massive foot to boot the lightsaber right out of his father's hand, breaking Lysander's wrist in the process. "Ughh...Traitors...The three of you! You're no better than the sith..." he accused, grabbing his hands.
"Heh, that's the point father... I am a sith..." Danzala admitted.
"You won't get away with this! I'm going to put the three of you down!" He declared.
Danzala leaves the room, but not before activating his camera to catch this final murder. They both viciously zap their father with lightning, he isn't quite strong enough to deal with both of them, and is overcome. Emma and Clarkson stab his helpless body with daggers several times, all locked in a holocron.
--
After becoming King:
Emma and Clark had already fled the city, and were on their way off Panatha when they received word that they had been banished from the monarchy on grounds of high treason.
Character Rank: Former Leader of House Tiraka, King of Panatha, Dark Lord of the Sith
Family:
Princess Grace, 21 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 4th in line
Princess Spara, 22 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 3rd in line
Crown Prince Ashton, 36 - Older Cousin - Deceased - 1st in line
Prince Raiza, 9 - Younger Cousin - Deceased - 2nd in line
King Atticus III, 58 - Uncle - Deceased - king at time of death
Lady Amara, 56 - Aunt by Marriage - Deceased
Prince Lysander, 51 - Father - Deceased - kings brother and 5th in line
Lady Akane, 48 - Mother - Deceased
Princess Emmalia, 25 - Younger Sister - Alive - 7th in line at time of king's death, current first in line
Prince Clarkson, 23 - Younger Brother - In a Coma - 8th in line at time of king's death, current second in line
Alignment: -87
Purchases: None