Post by Lord Bryz on Aug 28, 2012 0:29:09 GMT -5
Name: Bryz
Class: Guardian
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'9, 190Lbs
Species: Human
Title: Sith Lord
Appearance:
Average Height, Muscular body, small hands from multiple traumas. One robotic hand. Short dirty ragged hair.
Base Stats
Strength: 14
Speed: 6
Stamina: 8
Force Stats
Control: 8
Sense: 1
Alter: 1
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee: 2
Range: 3
Personal Items: Elemental Pendent, Corrupt Hologram
Starship:
Omega 13-Class Starfighter
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Breath Control
Fury
Force Speed
Skills:
Swordsman
Conditioning
Critical Strike
Shii-Cho
Bio:
Childhood, the start to a whole new world. I was born on Telos , an Outer Rim planet in the Kwymar Sector. My mother..... She was a worker. She held several jobs. She worked as a dancer at the catina, even though it was mostly Twileks who danced, she was picked up for her extraordianry dance skills. She also worked hard labor in the rich agricultural fields. Usually only failed Jedi worked in the fields but at that time they really needed workers so she joined. Then...... then the war came. They needed soldiers so bad, she had to join, it was in her blood. She had a hard earned face. People would look at her and think she was mad all the time but she was a sweet woman, but the war... it changed her. Her long beautiful brown hair had to be cut short. She came back alive but barely. I think she lost her soul there. My father... wasn't around, he was a pod-racer. I read an article once about a great racer who crashed and died. I think it was him but my mother never spoke of him. So I started training to be a soilder to help fight the war at the age of 7. I knew they needed people. They refused to take me so young.
My whole life I felt something inside me that I could never put my finger on. The Force. I sought out a master to train me. He was an older man, an exiled Jedi. He was out of his mastery and hadn't trained for years but he saw something in me. I would do work for him. Run his mail around. Fix his Pod when he needed. He would usually gamble away his money at the track so he never paid me but I did it for the discipline. I kept at it. One day he threw a wrench at me and I stopped it in mid-air and the old man smiled. Korgil Amase, my master of the force. We trained in secret in his house. Everyday, honing my skills. I wanted to join the Battle and help out my mother.
She became weary after so long and I knew I needed to step it up. I only saw her once every couple months. That grew to years. I kept up my training until Korgil became ill. He was only alive for a couple days after that and he passed on. That was the first time I felt the force shimmer.
I was 18 now. I finally joined into the war effort. I kept my powers in hiding. Only using them in battle when absolutely unnecessary. Nobody ever found me out. It had been 6 years since I saw my mother. A fellow soilder was injured and I took him into the infirmary to get him some help. I looked over and saw my mother floating in a healing chamber. I walked over to it. The time read 4 minutes. It was the longest 4 minutes of my life. The chamber shut down and she emerged. She had scars and looks 50 years older than I had last seen her. Her hair was partly grey and bags grew below her eyes. I knew she was tired of battle. I hugged her. She was happy to see me. That was when the first wave of rockets came in.
The infirmary exploded I put a barrier of Force around us, unfortunately I wasn't strong enough. The whole militant base was collapsing. My mother and I fell. I was unconscious, knocked out. I woke only seconds later, dazed. I scurried looking for my mother. Thats when it happened. She lied there almost lifeless with a piece of the wall punctured with the wall splitting her body in half. Her breathing was shallow. She looked up at me and mouthed, I love you. She had something in her hand. A holocron. It was nearly broken as well. She took her last breath and her eyes shut. I watched my mother die in front of me. The war had stopped around me. I was broken. That was the first time I felt the darkness flow through me.
I got up and began walking out. I always had a backup plan. My ship wasn't far, ready to flee. The camo was crappy and I knew I would only have minutes before they spotted it. I took out a few warriors with powerful waves of the force. More powerful than I had ever felt. I knew Korgil would have been ashamed that I was embracing the dark side. I destroyed what soilders were around me. The good and the bad. I got to the ship and started it up with only minutes to leave. I took off. The war waged above me and I fought valiantly.
Since then, I have traveled the galaxy honing my powers. I landed in the middle of an ongoing war on a Wookie world. I had to fight to stay alive. My ship was out of fuel and I needed to find a fuel source. The Wookies fought amongst themselves for a reason I didn't know. I lost my arm that day. I got in the middle of a fight that was too much for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight much more. I fled. I found what I needed and got my fuel source to the ship. Barely. I escaped.
I have become weary but I embrace the Dark Side and use what I need to survive. Now I am fighting for the Sith. Helping the efforts to control the Galaxy. The Sith have fallen and they gather to begin their comeback. I will gather with them and help the efforts while I hone my skills and become stronger than I ever was. That was the end of my life and this... This is just the beginning.
(OOC: I know it is long but I feel it is necessary. I would love to be a part of this world.)
Class: Guardian
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 5'9, 190Lbs
Species: Human
Title: Sith Lord
Appearance:
Average Height, Muscular body, small hands from multiple traumas. One robotic hand. Short dirty ragged hair.
Base Stats
Strength: 14
Speed: 6
Stamina: 8
Force Stats
Control: 8
Sense: 1
Alter: 1
Combat Stats
Lightsaber: 7
Unarmed: 3
Melee: 2
Range: 3
Personal Items: Elemental Pendent, Corrupt Hologram
Starship:
Omega 13-Class Starfighter
Force Powers:
Telekinesis
Force Sense
Breath Control
Fury
Force Speed
Skills:
Swordsman
Conditioning
Critical Strike
Shii-Cho
Bio:
Childhood, the start to a whole new world. I was born on Telos , an Outer Rim planet in the Kwymar Sector. My mother..... She was a worker. She held several jobs. She worked as a dancer at the catina, even though it was mostly Twileks who danced, she was picked up for her extraordianry dance skills. She also worked hard labor in the rich agricultural fields. Usually only failed Jedi worked in the fields but at that time they really needed workers so she joined. Then...... then the war came. They needed soldiers so bad, she had to join, it was in her blood. She had a hard earned face. People would look at her and think she was mad all the time but she was a sweet woman, but the war... it changed her. Her long beautiful brown hair had to be cut short. She came back alive but barely. I think she lost her soul there. My father... wasn't around, he was a pod-racer. I read an article once about a great racer who crashed and died. I think it was him but my mother never spoke of him. So I started training to be a soilder to help fight the war at the age of 7. I knew they needed people. They refused to take me so young.
My whole life I felt something inside me that I could never put my finger on. The Force. I sought out a master to train me. He was an older man, an exiled Jedi. He was out of his mastery and hadn't trained for years but he saw something in me. I would do work for him. Run his mail around. Fix his Pod when he needed. He would usually gamble away his money at the track so he never paid me but I did it for the discipline. I kept at it. One day he threw a wrench at me and I stopped it in mid-air and the old man smiled. Korgil Amase, my master of the force. We trained in secret in his house. Everyday, honing my skills. I wanted to join the Battle and help out my mother.
She became weary after so long and I knew I needed to step it up. I only saw her once every couple months. That grew to years. I kept up my training until Korgil became ill. He was only alive for a couple days after that and he passed on. That was the first time I felt the force shimmer.
I was 18 now. I finally joined into the war effort. I kept my powers in hiding. Only using them in battle when absolutely unnecessary. Nobody ever found me out. It had been 6 years since I saw my mother. A fellow soilder was injured and I took him into the infirmary to get him some help. I looked over and saw my mother floating in a healing chamber. I walked over to it. The time read 4 minutes. It was the longest 4 minutes of my life. The chamber shut down and she emerged. She had scars and looks 50 years older than I had last seen her. Her hair was partly grey and bags grew below her eyes. I knew she was tired of battle. I hugged her. She was happy to see me. That was when the first wave of rockets came in.
The infirmary exploded I put a barrier of Force around us, unfortunately I wasn't strong enough. The whole militant base was collapsing. My mother and I fell. I was unconscious, knocked out. I woke only seconds later, dazed. I scurried looking for my mother. Thats when it happened. She lied there almost lifeless with a piece of the wall punctured with the wall splitting her body in half. Her breathing was shallow. She looked up at me and mouthed, I love you. She had something in her hand. A holocron. It was nearly broken as well. She took her last breath and her eyes shut. I watched my mother die in front of me. The war had stopped around me. I was broken. That was the first time I felt the darkness flow through me.
I got up and began walking out. I always had a backup plan. My ship wasn't far, ready to flee. The camo was crappy and I knew I would only have minutes before they spotted it. I took out a few warriors with powerful waves of the force. More powerful than I had ever felt. I knew Korgil would have been ashamed that I was embracing the dark side. I destroyed what soilders were around me. The good and the bad. I got to the ship and started it up with only minutes to leave. I took off. The war waged above me and I fought valiantly.
Since then, I have traveled the galaxy honing my powers. I landed in the middle of an ongoing war on a Wookie world. I had to fight to stay alive. My ship was out of fuel and I needed to find a fuel source. The Wookies fought amongst themselves for a reason I didn't know. I lost my arm that day. I got in the middle of a fight that was too much for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight much more. I fled. I found what I needed and got my fuel source to the ship. Barely. I escaped.
I have become weary but I embrace the Dark Side and use what I need to survive. Now I am fighting for the Sith. Helping the efforts to control the Galaxy. The Sith have fallen and they gather to begin their comeback. I will gather with them and help the efforts while I hone my skills and become stronger than I ever was. That was the end of my life and this... This is just the beginning.
(OOC: I know it is long but I feel it is necessary. I would love to be a part of this world.)
Sorry I can't accept this now but know it's not to bad.
