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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2014 17:49:14 GMT -8
This is a place for character backgrounds, stories and reflections to be posted.
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Post by arcanebumblebee on Jan 18, 2014 21:43:32 GMT -8
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul Name: Archelle "Archie" Holt
Race: Human
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Class: Sith Sorcerer (Healer)
Rank: Lord.
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: 105 lbs.
Hair: Dyed dark green, shoulder length.
Eyes: Very pale grey.
Personality: Dignified, sophisticated, well-groomed, honest and frank (sometimes viewed as hurtful and tactless), extravagant, spoiled, likes attention, show-off attitude, mixes easily, talkative, creative and intelligent, witty, always needs mental stimulation, commanding, hard worker, has an eye for detail, can come off sanctimonious, competitive, is not a good team-player, gets annoyed when others aren't straightforward, loves travel and extreme activities, naturally cheerful, emotionally flighty, avoids commitment, loves people-watching.
Likes: Travel, clothes, nice things, cold weather, people-watching, socializing, dares, unsweetened chocolate, compliments, old things, knowledge.
Dislikes: Boredom, being bossed around, beating around the bush, people who are easily offended, insults to her character, (acknowledging she is a little hypocritical).
History: Archie was given to the Korriban Academy when she was no older than six years old. As such, she does not remember much of her family and feels no strong connection to them. What she does know is that her parents are relatively wealthy and saw her acceptance into the Academy as a great honor on the family. Though they never saw her after she was sent away and never bothered with solid communication, they were certain to constantly send her gifts and credits as she grew. Archie was never wanting for material goods, and so developed a taste for finer things. It did not obscure her view of the harsh reality of life as a Sith-to-be, and her intelligence, observational skills, and intuition have successfully brought her near to the end of her years as an Acolyte.
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Post by solorium on Jan 18, 2014 22:48:44 GMT -8
Name: Vorsul Solorium( Origin Surname unknown, Solorium surname given as adoption into the Solorium Family by Rikor Solorium. ) Title: Lord, War Lord. Height: 6'5 Age: 30 Weight: 210lb Eyes: Crimson Race: Tsis(Sith/Pureblood) Purebred. Hair: Black, spiked and short. Skin tone: Dark Red. Miscellaneous features: He has pointy tendrils on his face, but feel like rubber, like most tendrils do, and has a fresh scar going down the right side of his face. Orientation: Heterosexual Miscellaneous information: It is hard to gain Vor'sul's trust, and if you are Tsis, you can expect many twists and turns with Vor'sul, like him backstabbing you in order for you to become stronger, or to feed off your hatred for him, to make yourself stronger. He believes it as a sacrifice he is willing to make to ensure the Empire's Sith strive and become strong, as Sith feed off emotions like Anger, Pain, and Sadness. -=Armor=- Vorsul is a Pureblood, descending from a line of purebred Tsis, meaning his ancestors has never bred with aliens before. He has Ancient Sith War Lord armor that was located in a cavern, near a dark energy Meditation Chamber in which him, and a small task force, were investigating, on behalf of The Archon. It is Black with red accents in it, which a large shoulder pad on his right shoulder, and a much smaller one on his left. The leather fabric underneath this armor looks old, and the greaves, boots, and gauntlets match it. He deems a War Blade that had been passed down from generation to generation, and uses it in combat frequently.  -=Personality=- Vorsul is your typical stuck up Pureblood, that thinks the Tsis are the supreme race, and holds facts to support his statement, based on the ancient Sith that were Tsis, like Marka ragnos, and Luddah Kressh. He calls other Sith and non Sith Aliens, if they are not Tsis, and will think of them as a lesser people until they have gaine dhis respect. He will not respect anyone, except his superiors, The Archon, The vice Commandant, and anyone who can get close to him. He does, however, have a soft spot for the Tsis race, and will treat them kinder than he would others. Most of Vorsul's ancestors have decended down the Messassi Caste, which is a social rank in which order you have gained respect. Most Tsis of the Messassi Caste aren't inteeligient, but are brute warriors. vorsul, on the other hand, has an extrordinary disability. He descends from the Messassi and Kissai Caste. The Kissai Caste was made up of researchers and alchemists, who could grasp the knowledge of the Dark Side, and exploit it. Vor'sul, on the other hand, takes this disability, and researchs many things, based on Dark Side energies. Currently, he servers as the head researcher for Project Klor'slug, for the Archon. He has been asked to hide his racism and hatred for most races, as The Dark Watch accepts all classes and races into their society.  -=Backstory=- Having grown up with no family, his brothers out of contact, and his parents dead, Vorsul was a lost child, clinging to what culture he had of his people. There, he was found by Darth Rikor Solorium, where he was trained, along side many other Assassins and apprentices, like Lord Krelai and the original Apprentice, Reena. After succeeding through his trials, Vorsul was deemed a Solorium, and promoted to an exclusive task force that was ruled by Rikor Solorium, in which it was called "The Solorium Legacy". Vorsul was the top student in this group, and achieved the highest of goals he had set out to complete. After the Isolotation of Rikor, Vorsul waited, watched, and hid from the Order, and he was all but forgotten by the group, but infact, he had been around shortly before Rikor's rise to power and leadership of the once named order "Lords of Shadows." After Rikor's return from isolation, Vorsul immediately went back to serving, only to find a twisted and corrupt leader, that planned to betray the Empire, and the Order, following the one known as "Darth Rathor". Knowing of Rikor's betrayal, Vorsul abandoned The Solorium legacy, the only one to do so out of the dozen who followed Rikor, and informed Darth Nyegrish. After betraying Darth Rikor, Vorsul worked as a full time Overseer for the Academy, and used his intelligence and combat proficiency to teach new acolytes. Eventually, Darth Nyegrish approached Vorsul and offered him a place inside his defender division, known simply as "The Guard". Not long after, however, Darth Rikor would appear again, and attempt at destroying the Order, after his leader had failed, and was destroyed in the process. Darth Rikor was successful in crashing the order's flagship, the Blade, down onto Tatooine, on the largest Imperial Settlement on the planet, but was killed, alongside Nyegrish, in the process. There, Vorsul slowly went back into the Shadows, and was found again, by Kagrido, where he was offered a place in the Order, after mistaking Vorsul as a new recruit. There, Vorsul became a Warden for The Shadow Guard, and recruited many acolytes for the Order. Lord Vorsul one day took on an apprentice, named Thaw'na, after revealing Thaw'na's midichlorian count was higher than she thought. Thaw'na was a Chiss Imperial Agent who worked for the Order. One day, Thaw'na informed Vorsul of a mission that she wished for him to attend, on the Southern Poles of Korriban, where rumors of elder research facilities were hidden. Upon arriving there, they found Klor'slug mutations running a'muck, causing chaos and destruction in their wake. These Klor'slugs were stornger, taller, and had sharper claws than those of the average Klor'slug. Deep in the Southern regions of Korriban is where they found ancient stations that housed still active Kolto tanks, and Klor'slug hives. After fighting through Klor'slugs, the pair found an active Kolto tank with a Pureblood known as Rhakvar inside. Rhakvar would turn out to be an ancient Sith, locked in cryosleep for a thousand years, and would become Vorsuls apprentice soon. From there, the three formed a resarch team to find out exactly how the Klor'slugs in the South had mutated to this stature. Eventually, they would trace evidence out that Klor'slugs are sentient beings that fed off Dark energy, increasing the rate in which evolution occurred. Vorsul and his two apprentices learned that there were thousands of Dark Side meditation chambers spread across the galaxy, after following clues left behind by Ancient Sith that led to a galaxy map deep in the tomb of Naga Sadow. With this in mind, Vorsul has come to a conclusion that Klor'slugs are using deep tunnel systems to migrate across the planet, and are travelling North to consume and feed off the Energy more prominent in those areas.  |
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Pyrine Ka'geek
New Member
Oh yeah?! Well I'm not your ******* legplates!
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Post by Pyrine Ka'geek on Jan 28, 2014 20:15:22 GMT -8
(I think this is where it goes...) -Story- Pyrine is a Sith born and raised/trained on Korriban. His parents were Sith Lords that grew him into a weapon of destruction, dominance...He knows no other way. But when he was young his parents were slaughtered for there titles and that man took him in as his apprentice raising him and noticing his power...This man was secretly was Revanite(If they were even there at the time) He was also a Tsis. But he saw Pyrine's grow of power and he saw that as a threat but, He ignored it for the time being of his Trials and training. He finished his trials at an early age of 17-18-19 range. For a long while he served his master on Dromund kaas ti'll he was 22 then progressed to tatooine where there he was realizing his master's weakness..So he struck when his master least expected. Right as he turned around to fetch something for his master he stabbed him in the back, and impaled him against the wall leaving him there for the sith to find him. That day he left...And lived on the barren planet for a while then stumbling upon The Dark Watch... -Personality- He is a Tsis and believes his race to be stronger then the humans in the force and doesn't treat humans very nice, Even the sith ones. He lies a-lot about his story to seem less...Mean...He atleast tries to get to know his acquaintances. He is quick to annoy and anger but be warned his rage line is not something that should be crossed for it fuels his adrenaline and force power, The more rage the more power. He also takes disgust on non-Force races which he'd like to destroy...He hates Non-Empire, Humans, Jedi, Weak people(He kills most often..Not guild members of course ;D)Likes: Dominence, Rage, Power, Force stuff, Korriban, Meat, Other Tsis. -Appearance- First we'll go into eye detail... He has large irises..(Colored part) They are a mix of orange and red and make up most of his Asian like eyes he has very small pupils. Skin detail: It is a deep red typical of a Tsis, And is rough like sandpaper similar to Shark skin or Komodo dragon skin if reffering to modern animals. Face detail: He has reptilian looks common to a Tsis and many facial appendages and some peircings which he would like removed soon but will have to wait...His brow is reptilian and looks like a sort of Horn eyebrow which stubs out of the side of his head and small studs on his lower jawbone which of these he has four larger ones one the chin and smaller ones at the back of the jaw. His skin on his face looks rough and Tsisey(:3) If you were to see him it wouldn't be exactly explainable really. Hair: It is jet black and long but jelled back to keep it out of his eyes. Muscles: He is normal in muscular stature but with Strong biceps and Leg muscle -Weapon style-(Note:It's short) He follows the ways of Naga sadow using two lightsabers to do devastating affect against a duelist opponent he primes in one on one combat and Leading of small squads and ambush/Guerilla warfare. -Accent-(Note:Short again) He has a Imperial accent and forgotten the original language of his lineage due to his parents using mostly Basic and being slaughtered at a young age...With his master a Tsis that's been around imperials to long he thinks has developed an imperial accent. Which he has aswell.... Anyway thanks guys this is most of it..It's short but atleast it's something.  |
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Post by Darkborne on Jan 31, 2014 14:21:42 GMT -8
Author’s note:
To all those who participated in the RP event which included Xil’s initial encounter with the guild, Thank you. You are amazing. With that said, I need to add that what follows is not nor is it meant to be an account of all the occurrences that day. It is too short and too focused only on Xilyni herself. Instead, this is brief introduction to that character and a glimpse into her past and her perceptions.
If anyone feels inspired by this to join me in adding other accounts to all that transpired that day, please do. I think it would be fascinating to see the different observations and points of view. I imagine that Vlagrsus’ story would end with the tree and then resume later when the searchers came, while Drenenia’s would occur mostly outside the cavern, fighting swamp-wolves until the pack’s final rush at the boarding ramp of the shuttle. So many possibilities…
In the meantime… I hope you all enjoy this.
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Xilyni crouched at the edge of the marsh and surveyed the expanse ahead. The wide eye-holes of her ceremonial mask did little to obstruct her vision. The landscape appeared empty. Insects buzzed through the muggy air, some seeking to bite despite the virta sap she had applied. Still she waited, motionless, knowing that this made her nearly invisible; the grey-green tones of her skin blending easily into the native vegetation.
It was unlikely that anyone from the tribes would venture here, so close to the stones of the Ancients, at least not without a large hunting party and that she would sight easily. Yet there remained other perils. The beasts that inhabited this region were cunning and savage. They made worthy foes, but alone she was no match for more than one and the faelarr always hunted in packs.
Time passed and the sun crept higher. Good. The predators would be less active in the hotter part of the day. Satisfied, Xil rose and unslung her cross bow, holding it lightly and with accustomed ease. She started forward into the swamp. Yozusk hide boots protected her feet and lower legs. They had been treated to repel water and would also prevent suckers from attaching to her skin and draining her blood, thus they were worth their weight and added bulk.
Despite the heavy footwear, she moved lightly, causing only a few ripples in the torpid surface as she crossed from one ridge or outcropping to the next, avoiding the deeper pools where other hazards lurked. She took a twisted uneven route moving between the denser clumps of vegetation but tending always to the north and west, the direction of the sacred ruins.
It took several hours to cross the marsh and she was weary when she finally arrived among the stones. Only once had she glimpsed a faelarr pack, but she knew that the hunch-shouldered canines liked to hunt on the verges of the marsh where their wide semi-webbed paws allowed them a distinct advantage over any prey that could be driven into the mires. With that in mind, she made her way, quickly up the slope until she reached the carved lintels framing the cave. Shifting to her left, just past the worked stone, she scrambled up the face of the cliff until she reached a small ledge where she could rest.
Perched on the rock several body lengths above the ground, Xilyni closed her eyes and focused her thoughts inward. Dimly, she could sense the otherness of this place, the strange currents of neither water nor air which only those of her heritage might perceive. It was a gift from the Old Ones, from the days long ago when the Star Lords had come, had walked among them and more. Pride gripped her at that thought. She was Tyuk-Taswa and although she was now the last, she had refused adoption into another and in her mind lesser clan.
Her breathing slowed. A trickle of sweat slide down beneath her mask and she turned her head seeking a breeze. The air, however, remained still and where another might have removed the headpiece, that thought never crossed her mind. Tradition was too deeply ingrained, the lore and duties of her clan were to be honored. That was why she had come.
Rising to her feet, she gazed out across the marshlands. A rock outcropping to her right prevented her from seeing far in the direction from which she had come. Several young yozusk were digging near its base. Another time, she might have taken one. Their meat was tough, but the rock wardens made a good challenge if one faced them with only a knife. The thought made her smile reflexively and one finger idly traced a scar on her left forearm. Then, she was in motion, angling across the cliff and down to drop beside the carved stone flanking the cave.
She slipped inside without hesitation. The daylight behind her faded and her own shadow fell across her path. Still she did not pause. The floor was level enough even after so much time. Fallen debris had been piled at the sides of the passage and ahead, in the chamber of the Old Ones, the numinous light of their forge still burned.
The cool air of the cavern embraced her. It dried the sweat on her skin. Besides boots and mask, she wore little, only a breast-band and loincloth with warrior’s harness and a belt made of decorative metal links. Her cross bow was again sling across her back. The currents seemed to reach out and beckon her. She passed the forge with hardly a glance and moved purposefully towards the three carved plinths at the far end of the chamber that formed the shrine. There she knelt; arms crossed over her chest in a sign of reverence and bent her head.
Time ceased to have any meaning. The currents stirred and eddied around her; sounds drifted and faded. She waited. She had come fasting to this place after three nights of watching in the hope that she would be granted a vision. Not all who came were so privileged, but when revelations occurred, they gave purpose and guidance to her people. Now, she was the last. After her, only foreign tribes might remember this place and their lore and rituals would not be the same. Muscles ached, but she blocked them out, turning her attention inward. The cadence of an ancient chant ran through her thoughts and her lips shaped sounds whose meaning had been long forgotten.
Xilyni felt herself drifting. She was distantly aware of her body growing stiff on the cold, unyielding stones. Behind her was a flat carved table that tradition said could be used for healing, although the details of those rites were no longer known. A low murmur seemed to come from the forge; its light cold and hot at once behind the barricade of broken stone. The currents surged and coalesced.
Xil stiffened, jolted back into the present. She whirled, rising and instinctively leveling her bow at the potential threat. She was not alone. Three figures had invaded the chamber, profaning the hallowed ruins of the ancients.
“Verat dur?” she challenged in her native tongue. “Hir’et sared rend.” The central figure held up a hand. He said something aside to one of the others. The first words sounded vaguely like the old trade tongue, but they were followed by apparent gibberish.
“Some kind of pree mat tiv sen tee ant.”
Xil’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the intruders. They were all very strange, unlike anyone she had seen before. The one in the center was the largest of the three. He stood taller than any warrior and was encased in metal from head to foot. He was flanked on one side by a flickering apparition and on the other by what appeared to be a woman. It was difficult to tell, however, as she was swathed and draped in fabric so that only her head showed. In the oddly colored light of the temple, her skin appeared to have a reddish hue and her hair was black as pitch.
The large one was speaking again. It was the trade tongue, but so heavily accented as to be barely intelligible. Xil caught the words “…understand me?” and “…no harm…” But who were they? What were they? No one from any of the tribes could appear so. Then, the giant reached up and removed the metal covering from his head. Her eyes widened in astonishment.
In an instant, she had discarded her bow and moved, closing half the distance between them and dropping to her knees.
“Star Ones” she stammered, her eyes flickering from him to the woman. “You are come.”
It was impossible; too much to compass and yet… The woman’s skin was not a trick of the light or some half-fevered imagining. It was red as was the man’s and they both had the distinctive facial characteristics shown in the oldest sculptures and faded paintings. The sprit must be another of them. Although, its translucence robbed it of color and made it difficult to discern, it stood with them as if clearly accustomed to their company.
Xil dropped her gaze. Her mind reeled. The return of the Star Lords had long been foretold, but there had been no signs or portends to herald this coming. Even isolated as she was, she would surely have heard of something so momentous.
Above her, a voice echoed, “’Star Ones?’” in a questioning tone. Their accent was becoming easier to comprehend.
“I – Forgive my surprise,” she answered slowly, “I did not know that you would come.”
Xil glance upward and saw the man nod, apparently understanding her words. He gestured for her to rise and she did so.
“What are you doing here? What is this place?” he asked.
“It is the place of the Star Lords. Long ago, they came here.”
“The Tsis?” he demanded
Xil nodded. “Tsis, Jen’ari…” she spoke the old names cautiously and with reverence.
“They came seeking the energies of the Darkside…”
There was more, but Xil didn’t follow it all. She thought back to her lessons, to the lore and history of the ancients.
“To commune with their powers,” she answered, “and Typhojem.” Something showed briefly in the man’s expression, but was gone before she could attempt to read it. “Many have forgotten, some even disbelieve, but I am Xilyni of the Tyuk-Taswa. The blood of the ancient Star Lords flows also in my veins. We neither forget or forsake our duty and now you have come again.”
The man considered her.
“The ancient Sith interbreed with your people?”
Xil nodded. “Those who were deemed worthy – the strongest were given service and the most fair bore their seed. To some it was even granted to travel with the Star Lords to places beyond the sky, though few such ever returned. The Tyuk-Taswa are of that line. We keep the old ways.”
The man looked around again, studying the chamber. Beside him, the apparition flickered as it struggled to maintain its form. It tried to speak, but the words were broken and lost. Xil heard “return” and “ship” and perhaps “power” before it winked out and vanished. Neither of the other two appeared concerned.
“Is that why you are here?”
“I came to honor the ancients and to seek guidance. I am the last.”
The man studied her again.
“I am Lord Vorsul Solorium, Warden of the Dark Watch.”
Xil bowed deeply. A thrill of pride went through her that he would honor her with his name and although she did not understand the title that followed, she recognized that it held significance.
“Now what?” he asked her.
Nothing had prepared her for that; yet he offered and it was not in her to refuse.
“Now… we fight.”
Her own temerity astonished her. Xil couldn’t breathe as she waited for the response. Had she misjudged? Would he deem her worthy? It was so sudden, but what other choice was there? Their coming itself defied her greatest expectations. Suddenly, infinite chasms seemed to open before her. The whole of her future and perhaps more hung on this moment.
The man nodded. He glanced aside at the woman who accompanied him and instructed, “Mir, stay behind me.”
The woman replied, but Xil missed her words. They must have been agreement, because she moved away. As she did so, Xil noticed for the first time that she was limping. Was that the reason the lord had not delegated this test to her? Did it matter? He could have merely dismissed it, yet he had not.
Xilyni drew the slender knife from her boot and bowed deeply.
“You honor me, Star Lord.”
Her throat was tight, but she was grinning beneath her mask. Whether he chose now to slay her or even leave her crippled, there could be no greater glory. Then, to her astonishment, he reached, not for the huge sword whose hilt projected above his shoulder or some other mystic or incomprehensible weapon, but for a knife; straight and single-edged with teeth on one side of the blade.
She could not speak. Mutely, she raised her own blade in salute, then started to circle warily. He waited, testing her, drawing her out. She feinted and threw a quick reverse slash which he blocked with ease. His agility was astounding for a man his size. The rest of the fight became a blur. Xil couldn’t think. If she paused, she would be overwhelmed with awe. Instead, she moved, reacting instinctively, honed by the years of training she had undergone. The last of her tribe must not be less; must not fail to live up to her bloodright.
Fire seared across her side and she spun. Something – his gauntlet? a hilt?—slammed into her temple. Her knees turned to water and she fell. The room spun as darkness threatened to swallow her. One hand still grasped the hilt of her knife, useless now. Her lips parted and she panted for breath. Slowly, the ringing in her ears began to diminish. She pushed herself up from the rough stone with one arm. The other she held pressed against her ribs. They hurt, but not unbearably and she could still draw a full breath; bruised then, or possibly cracked. The shallow slice burned, but it was not bleeding heavily enough to be a threat.
Tilting her head, she blinked up at the Star Lord. Would he kill her now or claim some other forfeit? Or worse, would he simply dismiss her from consideration. She believed she had fought well and had not disgraced her people. That was all she had ever hoped.
Silently, the man sheathed his knife. He paused and studied his forearm where a line of blood marked the place her blade had scored. Her eyes widened in surprise. She had not even been aware of it at the time.
“Not bad,” he said.
Xil bowed her head. After a moment she ventured a question.
“Will you accept… succor?”
He raised one eyebrow considering, then nodded.
Xil’s answering smile stiffened into a grimace as she struggled to her feet. Staggering slightly she made her way to the side of the chamber where her meager supplies lay. Rummaging in the small bundle, she extracted a poultice made from pounded jirra leaves and moss. When she returned to the Star Lord, he was standing unmoved in the same place watching her. His expression was inscrutable, but he extended his arm and allowed her to tend the cut. Afterwards, she pressed the remaining wad of leaves against her own gash and gasped slightly at the familiar sting. If she could keep the injury covered as she crossed the marsh and find more jirra, she should be able to prevent it from festering.
The man who had continued to observe her, now turned his attention to the carved stones around the forge. The woman joined him.
“These symbols…” he began, slowly tracing his hand over part of the series.
Xil gasped, “Oh!” suddenly struck by memory. She didn’t realize she had spoken aloud until their attention focused again on her.
“I should have thought…” she began, then shook her head and turned purposefully to the opposite side of the sanctuary. There, she knelt beside what had once been a small platform and carefully lifted aside the correct stones to reveal a hidden cavity which contained the relic. She lifted it reverently, allowing the fragile cloth wrappings to fall back, exposing a tablet of some unknown substance covered with hundreds of small signs and ciphers.
She bowed again to the Star Lords as she presented it.
“The writings of the Ancients,” she said. “The language is lost to us, but you will know...” She trailed off.
The man’s eyes seemed to flash.
“I can read this. It is the ancient language of the Tsis.”
“Is it what we came for?” asked the woman.
He nodded absently. “It’s more complete… This will take time.” He seemed to scan its contents, then he looked up and his gaze fastened once more on Xil. “Your tribe preserved this?” He barely waited for her nod before he continued. “You venerated this place. And now you are the last of your tribe?”
She inclined her head, but this time kept it bent. Was this some form of reproof? Were they unhappy with the condition of the shrine? The lore that had been lost over time?
“Xilyni…”
His use of her name brought her eyes up to meet his.
“I want you to come with us. There are councilors in our order who may have questions for you. We’ll want to know everything you know -- all that you can remember.”
Xil stared. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. One hand reached automatically to remove her mask, exposing her naked visage with its diamond-patterned tattoos. The air on her face felt strange and time seemed to stop.
Xil bowed with elaborate formality.
“Star Lord…” It was difficult for her to speak. “I will… be pleased with any service I can render. I will follow you gladly. I am honored… beyond all that I can express. I thank you.”
The man smiled slightly and nodded. He carefully re-wrapped the plaque and placed it inside his armor. Then, he motioned for them to follow and started back towards the entrance. Xil grabbed her things and replaced the ceremonial mask. Her cross bow, she held ready in her hands. She had come to the ruins in deference to tradition; instead her heritage had opened an unforeseen path which now spread before her vaster than the marshlands and reached up into the stars themselves.
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Post by solorium on Feb 4, 2014 7:44:04 GMT -8
Jesus Christ, Dark Bourne. That was amazing!! I loved it! I will add Vorsuls point of view soon. It was cool to see the event in the eyes of another, and making our RP into the form of a book was just amazing, XD.
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Post by Kelshanlegacy on Feb 5, 2014 17:22:56 GMT -8
Name: Kelshan.(Surname unknown due to memory loss)
Height: 5.7
Age:28
Eyes:Blue
Hair: White, wavy hair covering right eye.
Race-Human
Personality: Kelshan is laid back, calm, collected(most of the time),a dry sense of humor and sports a very sarcastic wit, he uses these to hide his emotional and mental torment and confusion. He usually doesn't care what people thinks of him and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He believes that respect shouldn't automatically be given due to titles and bloodlines.He tends to be very secretive in what he does especially when it comes to his past or personal life in the present. In his early childhood years he constantly smiled, laughed and joked around whenever the opportunity presented himself. His later childhood leading to his days as a Sith were simply anger, sadness, confusion and moral conflict. His parents being explorers Kelshan developed a curious nature, a nature that later developed into a need to expand his range of thinking and ability.
"You gonna kill me or not? I have a date."- Kelshan speaking to mandolorian bounty hunters.
Backstory: Kelshan was born on the fortress world of Anaxes but has no memory of the planet due to his parents only staying there a year after he born. His early childhood spent aboard a starship(2-5). Being home schooled and moving around all the time he didn't have any friends. By the time he was eight his parents delved further into the outer rim reaching Taris. During the exploration Kelshan fell into a Rakgoul nest his parents rushing to his aid almost immediately but both eventually dying in the seemingly endless tide of Rakgouls. Giving up on all hope he simply shut his eyes waiting for death to claim him. He woke up on a ship and found that he his hair was white and he couldn't remember anything, being told he had obliterated an excessive large Rakgoul nest and he was a force user. Kelshan was then taken to Korriban and placed under the tutelage of a Lord Kaela'Zar. The sith lord saw an opportunity seeing Kelshan's memory loss as a blank slate to be shaped however she saw fit. Over the next eight years Kelshan received training form both Kaela and members of Imperial Intelligence ultimately becoming dark and apathetic to anyone.He set off on his own two years laters when his master was mysteriously killed in her chambers, travelling across the galaxy seeking knowledge and power(like any sith would).He traveled to the war torn world of Balmorra where he came across a sith cornered by Republic Commandos. Quickly dispacting them he turned to the sith and saw he had potential.
"Sindiri huh? Come then the galaxy and its sercrets await."
In the following years(4 to be exact) Kelshan and Sindiri developed from a master/apprentice relationship to a mutual respect and friendship toward each other. Both sith found themselves fighting on Taris, Kelshan broke off following a voice calling to him. It led him to his parent's ship, despite his memory loss the ship seemed familiar to him.The ship contained his parent's library and housed artifacts both jedi and sith alike. Kelshan took and rebuilt the ship in secret learning whatever he could from the library itself. Three years after leaving Taris with the battle undecided Kelshan gained yet another ally, this one came in the form of Imperial Intelligence Cipher agent Kana Praxel. Kelshan and Kana drew closer, fighting shoulder to shoulder eventually forming a romantic relationship. Spending time with Kana, Kelshan began to question the empire's ethics seeing their division as a weakness that would eventually bring their downfall. Kana presented the idea that they both leave the empire, live their lives how they wanted to and by their own code, Kelshan wholeheartedly agreed. Days before Kelshan and Kana had set to leave the empire their criuser had been attacked by a republic exploration fleet over Lehon. The ship crashed into the ocean leaving Kana paralyzed, Kelshan fought hard against boarding parties and incoming tide of water rushing into the ship but ultimately was unable to save her. Kelshan became broken but still carried out with Kana's plan to leave the empire. Promising to change it if he could.
Javin Plague.
Kelshan and Sindiri travel to the Republic world of Javin in the Javin Sector to investigate a mysterious and sudden zombie outbreak. Arriving there they find the city overrun with infected and the planet's defence force set up on the outskirts.
Under careful investigation and combat they found the infected weren't typical zombies. They noted that they were stronger and even ran after their prey. Deciding to cover more ground Sindiri and Kelshan split up, with Kelshan moving further in the city's interior. Soon after Kelshan was attacked by a humanoid male with pale skin and serrated claws and strong enough to put him through a wall thus seriously injuring him. Despite this Kelshan was able to ward off his attacker with his Pyrokinesis abilities and Sindiri's timely arrival. Sindiri didn't come alone, as he had brought a captured specimen, a infected jedi that was recently turned during his search.
With nothing more to learn form the area and news of Republic containment teams on the way Kelshan and Sindiri left Javin with Kelshan taking the captured specimen to Kagrido and Dennenia on Quesh for study.
Powers&Abilities: Kelshan has mastered three saber styles Ataru, Soresu and Jar kai feeling he should be ready for any situation presented against him
Psychometry- A mental technique of picking up impressions and traces of information about the object touched and the events that have surrounded it.
Pyrokinesis-Allows the force user to manipulate or generate fire.
Phantasm- Casting illusions to mask one's presence.
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Pyrine Ka'geek
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Post by Pyrine Ka'geek on Feb 6, 2014 2:36:33 GMT -8
Yeah I'm not so special in the guild yet to make a WHOLE large point of view from Pyrine...But I plan on making a backstory for my assassin |
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Pyrine Ka'geek
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Post by Pyrine Ka'geek on Feb 6, 2014 3:24:31 GMT -8
Vassat(Pronounced: Vassaat)...He is a slave..Well he was. And this is his story(His point of view)looks around at his fellow slaves at a young age..looking around observing the slave camps of Korriban looking in the sky his rattataki skin doesn't do well in the sun he would say"You know...Have you ever felt your sense of destiny? Maybe we don't have one...But you never know people." everyone would grumble and tell this hopeful to shut it and get back to work..But this day, a sith Lord has come to take it's pick of the litter. He would get back to work hearing the sound of speeders in the background and chatter to be quiet and get back to work..He would stick out his chest and look over the sand dune to see a Sith lore riding on a speeder...Well speeding towards his location. He would run back to his work sweating until he hears them park their speeders behind him expecting punishment for something that he hasn't done he would sigh as he mines into the rock destroying it he would sense anger and worthlessness drilling into the rock with his pickaxe. But then something amazing happened..He heard the sith say"The rattataki." but the imperials...Decieved his thoughts they were going for a different rattataki...He would sigh look forward and get back to work...Later that night he would fall asleep awaiting a nother day of his miserable worthless lives drilling endlessly for the profit of a sith, the benefit. He thought"You know...Sith get treated like kings maybe if I'm serious or worthy enough they might choose me." but then he closed his eyes sighing going back to sleep to wait for the next day. The morning he heard chatter about him but shrugged it off until he heard these speeders again dumping off the dead rattataki dead body and the Sith yelling"You fools! This wasn't the right one!" then the sith turned his attention to him..the sith lord would point at him spouting orders at the imperials and the imperial said to him"Come on slave you apparently have potential." then pushing him onto the back of a speeder riding to the academy for his trials. He had his dream to become powerfull and such but he knows nothing about the sith. Then he figured out later that day that the overseers and fellow sith treat him like dirt..He thought they were like the jedi(Alas he was a fool until he became sith)Who were nice to their fellow acolytes..He was wrong...But now is his first trial and he is told that he has "Force abilitys"..He shrugged it off and focused on his future now he would commence his first trial meeting some of his fellow acolytes and crushing some...As he delved deeper into the tombs he found a doddering fool that looked at him and said"Destiny..That is what I'll call you." Vas just looked at him and raised a brow that he didn't have but then listened to the old man recite the sith code..He crushed the old mans acolytes and passed his first trial. Returning to his overseer as he found two younger acolytes missing they were his friends...He shrugged this off. Being solded by his idiot overseer commencing his second trial later that week...He survived this trial in the wilds, did the same routine as before getting a tad anxious after doing one after one of his trials...But he proved intelligent and strong, leaving korriban to do his dutys elsewhere...He stumbled u-pon an old sith that offered him a deal..To either choose between Mastering the arcane arts by dealing Destruction upon your foes from afar and then his other choice, to become one with the darkness to become invisible and become one with the shadows but not using stealth tech but using his powers that are connected by the force, and wielding a double bladed lightsaber with agility and acrobatics mastering the use of light robes but surviving blows by empowering his lightsaber with lightning...He loved this idea and chose to master it almost spending a year to master stealth and assassination. Then he was spotted by a Darth...Darth Futhraal, recently promoted..And he has no apprentice so he was searching for one and spotted Vas's skill. He may be new at becoming a sith, he's serving his master lately doing minor deeds and assassinations, that he hated and he thought he deserved better really so he left...To find someone that can treat him with the respect that he deserves...Well he thinks he deserves it, he's kinda spoiled now. but rarely brings it up. Now he is a stranger..Aimlessly walking ti'll he finds someone that treats him with respect and that he can find a place of belonging...Looking at you Dark Watch. ( Anyway that was my new charectar's back story...Kinda whipped it up in a little while it's a little unorthodox buut I hope you guys think it's good NOW TO GO ONTO APPEARENCE AND PERSONALITY...Etc)He still has much of his story..But that is a story for another day. . . -Personality- He is stuck up...Believing all non-sith are lower beings that he finds annoying he has a respect for slaves although but soon wil discard that. He's not a very happy person most of the time and little pleases him..He is heterosexual..He flirts with females and is not a Virgin...(:$)..He will get into a relationship but rarely with non-sith. He despises Jedi..Well because he is a sith...He hates people that call him a Slave or alien when he will rise to glory someday. -Appearance- Let's go into his face first of all...I'm sure we all know Rattataki tattoo harsh details on their faces..Well since he is a sith he went with something a bit sinister than most...Anyway, He has Caucasian/Oriental facial features..He looks more Asian at a closer glance because of his thin eyelids and high cheek bones...And I have to mention this cause well...I always play stuck up appearance charectars.(Played a belf on WoW it's required.. -.-)He is quite handsome and thinks he's pretty pretty... -thanks an' junk..- Thanks for reading whoever read it! I put not much time into this so excuse it's suckyness..But it's the quickest thing I could come up with..Anyway I want to thank Dark Watch You've been a great RP guild and like a second family..Love you guys and hope to be with you guys a long time thanks! And that's been my second backstory on my alt Vassat. I hope to get him interviewed soon! *Peace sign* Peace..(Not leaving guild just leaving this....Quick reply?*shrug* Huh.) |
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zath
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Post by zath on Nov 3, 2014 23:00:42 GMT -8
I apologize if the Bio is a bit short, it's more or less a work in progress.
Name: Zathasveti, Commonly known as Zath
Title: None
Age: Roughly around 20 to 25
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Skin Color: White, tanned
Hair: Brown, kept neck length and tied into a short pony-tail.
Place of Birth: Unknown
Parents: Unknown, claimed to be deceased
Siblings: Sarasveti, Sister, Status unknown
Identifying marks: Large burn scar on the side of her face and a cybernetic right hand
Clothing and Equipment:
Zath almost always travels in a dark robe style outfit with a full head covering helmet similar to the Phantom armor. The gloves are insulated but the tips of each finger or made from a sort of a conductive, sensitive material. The boots she prefers are light, simple and sturdy. Her preferred weapon of choice is a Cathar double-bladed staff, and as a back-up, she keeps a single silver-bladed lightsaber hidden on her person at all times.
Background:
In the works... will post when it's finished.
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Post by O'lean on Jan 5, 2015 20:29:15 GMT -8
Name: O’lean Gan’medo Age: 21 Species: Twi’lek Rank: Advisor to Archon Inig Darkborne Notable Physical Traits: -lean, athletic frame -Lethan skin coloring -navel piercing -purple, spotted tattoos across face and lekku -slave ring scars on cheeks -star-shaped, brand scar on left lek -Obenka the Hutt’s slave brand on tailbone -identification tattoo on inner, lower lip (#27312) -scars from intensive, electric shock up and along his back and torso Parents: Slaves, names unknown Siblings: -Elio’re Gan’medo – location unknown -Rek’to Gan’medo – location unknown Personality: O’lean has always been a fighter. Of the triplets, he was always the most aggressive, and was, by far, the strongest emotionally, despite being the smallest. He usually has something to say about every topic under the suns, and hates having his thoughts and opinions being ignored. He is strong-willed and stubborn, being a fiercely passionate individual. While compassionate and generous, he is not one to be taken advantage of, and he does not trust easily. He generally plays the part of one who is happy-go-lucky, but he is, truthfully, cautious and wary of most people and things. This attitude of carefree disregard allows him to observe more easily, and makes people think him capable of very little. When attached to people, O’lean becomes fiercely protective. He feels as though he failed his brother, and consequently, goes out of his way to protect those who are dear to him. He has low tolerance for disrespect to those people he feel deserves it, but gives no respect to those who have not earned it. When he does dislike someone, it takes a great deal of effort to change his opinion. He struggles with the concept of forgiving and forgetting. The Twi’lek very much enjoys dancing. He finds the act distracting and satisfying, and has gone so far as to hire his own troupe, with whom he himself performs. Years of dancing and performing have made his fighting style very fluid and graceful. At times, O’lean is brash and impatient. He likes results, and he sees little reason to waste time. At others, he has little trouble with waiting. He lives by his emotions and what he feels, and while he is generally lightsided, he knows very well that the lifestyle of Jedi could never quite cut it for him. He could never, either, truly call himself a Sith, though that is what he officially introduces himself as. He has never been able to marry himself to either order’s ideals. He absolutely abhors slavery, killing slavers without remorse, and has made his cantina something of a sanctuary for former Twi’lek slaves who struggle in adapting to the galaxy. History: O’lean was born in slave stables on Hutta. The youngest of triplets, he was taken from his mother seconds after being born in order to avoid any attachments developing. He was raised with his brothers, the three of them being taught to dance and entertain from the moment they could walk. O’lean was youngest and smallest, but he protected his brothers from whatever pain he could. Rek’to, the largest, was docile and quiet, which often made him a target to their more sadistic masters. Elio’re was cunning, but he had a need to question that often drew unwanted ire. O’lean went out of his way to draw the attention of their masters upon himself, so that they might be spared from the agonies of slavery. As soon as they boys were old enough, they were sold to a Hutt by the name of Obenka, who kept the trio as his personal entertainers. He was a cruel, perverse being, and his incessant attention and demands eventually pushed O’lean over the edge. One evening, while entertaining a collection of crime lords, Obenka made a display of his power over the three brothers by sharing them with his guests. It ended in brutality, and as O’lean dragged himself upright, bloody and battered, he looked over his horrified brothers. Rage filled him, a sort that he had never felt before. He focused all of this upon Obenka, and seconds later, the Hutt exploded where he lounged, splattering the room and its occupants in blood and Hutt innards. All in company were so shocked that they did not think to question the slaves as to what happened, and O’lean never spoke a word of it to anyone. There was one member of the gathering, however, who knew immediately what had happened, and he took O’lean as his slave then and there. He was called Lord Mordicus, and he tore O’lean, screaming, from the arms of his brothers and carted him off to Korriban. He kept O’lean’s force ability secret, training him in private. He used O’lean to ensnare and assassinate his rivals. Unfortunately for Mordicus, O’lean did not take to this sort of work, and he used the skills he had been taught to turn on the Sith. The blame, however, was placed upon one of Mordicus’ rivals, and O’lean was put to sale once more. This time, however, his sensitivity to the Force was discovered, and he was taken to be trained properly. When taken in by a new master, O’lean was one of three apprentices, and after but a few weeks, the strongest of these was sent to assassinate him. O’lean lost the fight, but the apprentice, Valkas, spared his life, instead taking O’lean in as his own student. He advanced in the Force, and eventually found himself as a trusted member of the Dark Watch. He became advisor to Archon Inig Darkborne, and was instrumental in assisting a trapped spirit of a former slave in being placed in a new body and given a second chance. This spirit, called Xuna, became his apprentice. |
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Post by tyronys on Jan 6, 2015 20:53:48 GMT -8
So, while I work on the story to be posted, here's some background on Tyronys.
Name:Tyronys
Title: Lord
Age: 27
Race: Sith Pureblood
Gender: Male
Skin Color: Red
Hair: Slicked back, black in color with red streaks
Place of Birth: Unknown
Parents: Dead
Siblings: None
Identifying marks: Acid burn on the right side of his face, chin spikes along his jawline
Clothing and Equipment:
Tyronys wears hooded robes and a mask that has a respirator to allow for travelling to exotic and sometimes hazardous locales in search of artifacts. A simple double bladed lightsaber rests on his hip, and when activated, the blades are black and red.
Background:
Former Hutt slave, discovered by a sith lord, sent to Korriban, and assigned to the Imperial Reclamation Service. Imagine there is detail while I work it all out.
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Post by vexistinnitus on Jun 6, 2015 16:48:14 GMT -8
Name: Vesper Thane (Tinnitus) Race: Zabrak Age: 21 Gender: Male Class: Sith Juggernaut (Vengeance DPS) Fighting Style: Shien/Djem So with elements of Dun Möch Height: 5' 10" Weight: 140 lbs. Hair: Several sharp horns Eyes: Bright yellow Skin Colour: Pale beige Homeworld: Dathomir Personality: Withdrawn and reclusive, Tinnitus prefers to observe the world before interacting with it; taking in every aspect of a given situation before engaging. He says little, but when he speaks it is only of the utmost importance, as he has learned to disregard the petty insignificant banter between citizens of both the Empire and unaffiliated civilizations. History: Born in 3664 BBY (21 years before the events of SWTOR), Vesper Thane was born to a red-skinned Zabrak father, and a light-skinned Zabrak mother. His parents, as evidenced by their differing skin colours, belonged to the two main ethno-cultural groups on Dathomir. ![]() His father was a Lord of his house, as his mother was a Lady of hers (a neighbouring community). Since birth, Vesper Thane was ridiculed for his mixed physiological traits, as he had the paler skin of his mother with sharp horns and yellow eyes of his father. He was revealed to be force-sensitive at the age of 2, as his father was, and was subsequently sent to train as a Dathomirian Knight-Brother under the unorthodox supervision of an influential Sith Overseer, Tremel. Contrary to his reclusive personality, Vesper learned and favoured the more aggressive Form V (Shien/Djem So) combat, and developed the ability to telepathically assault his opponents. These attacks manifested in severe migraines, auditory hallucinations, impaired vision and thoughts of dread. He later refined this into a personalized version of the Sith Dun Möch technique. It was for this reason that he adopted the moniker of "Tinnitus". After several years of gruelling and intensive combat/survival training, Vesper came to view Tremel as a father, and respected the devotion to his training expressed by the overseer. He also grew to despise his parent's lack of interest in his training, and soon discarded his royal heritage and devoted himself completely to his teachings. Once Tinnitus reached 21, Tremel had him summoned to the ancestral homeworld of the Sith, Korriban; which had recently been re-taken by the Empire. Tinnitus viewed Tremel as a father figure, and trusted him enough to go. It was for this familial bond he shared with the overseer, that he refused to kill him when ordered to by Darth Baras during the course of his Sith training. There will come a time when Tinnitus will have to return to his parents on Dathomir, and although his place is with the Sith order, having power in the far reaches of the galaxy will undoubtedly be useful to the young Zabrak. But the marks of his heritage (pale skin, yellow eyes) are beginning to change and warp as he is slowly and gradually immersed in the dark side of the force. TO BE CONTINUED ***Side note for anyone who doesn't know: "Tinnitus" is a real life condition characterized by hearing occasional buzzing or persistent inexplicable ringing in the ears randomly for no reason. A screenshot of Tinnitus (without Dark Side Corruption) can be seen as an attachment below. Attachments:
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Novan
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Post by Novan on Jul 14, 2015 20:49:01 GMT -8
Name: Kagrido Novan
Species: Human (half Corellian)
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Occupation: Sith
Title: Vice Commandant
Notable Traits: White eyes, red tattoo on right side of the face and over right eye
Techniques: Telekinesis, Force Lightning, Single Blade Mastery, Fold Space (Limited)
Kagrido was born on Corellia to Kessik Novan, a rogue Sith Lord, and Lucia Lodrin, a Corellian scientist and engineer. His father wanted to shield Kagrido and his brother, Avolis, from any knowledge of the Force. Kagrido showed his first demonstration of his Force sensitivity when he was only eleven years of age. When he sensed his father's death and witnessed his mother die while the three of them (Lucia, Avolis, and Kagrido) tried to escape Corellian separatists attacking Lucia's corporation tower, Kagrido used the Force to collapse the upper levels of the tower and destroyed half the building.
He was found unconscious by an undercover Imperial agent and was brought back to Imperial space. He was then placed into the Mirage Project, an experiment that gave the participants false memories of their past. Kagrido would spend almost a decade believing he was previously from the time of the Jedi Civil War three centuries ago as a passenger of the Imperial Dreadnaught The Ravager, though would not remember his false memory until later. When he awoke from the experiment's initial completion, Kagrido was taken in by Kiien Xen'shal, a Zabrak Sith Lord. Kiien would train Kagrido along with his daughter, Svia, for two years before sending the two of them to the Korriban Academy.
After surviving the Academy's trials, Kagrido became the apprentice of Darth Tradere. He would remain his apprentice for several years before he became a Sith Lord at the age of twenty five. During his apprenticeship, he learned that Kiien had been slain by one of his own allies. Eventually, a science team from the Mirage Project would conduct tests on Kagrido at Vaiken Spacedock. The science team would be ordered to move onto a flagship owned by a group called the Order of Shadows for an unknown reason. Kagrido then spent the better part of a week in a kolto tank as the scientists reviewed the end results of the testing.
After using the Force to deactivate the kolto tank and free himself, Kagrido met Inig Darkborne, Stygus, and Dennenia. The three of them explained where Kagrido was and want to know why he's on their ship. Kagrido explains the best he can, but is unable to remember much of why the location was moved to their flagship. After finding out the science team had left the ship, Kagrido was placed into custody of the Order of Shadows and spent several days in a detention cell while they figured out what to do with him. Eventually, it was decided he would join the Order.
Kagrido served the Order of Shadows faithfully for a time, achieving the rank of Death Guard. During his time in the Order, he met Rikor Solorium, the Sith Lord who had killed Kiien. He hated the man at first, but when he found out the truth of the events of that day, he became less vengeful and befriended the Sith. Eventually, the Order experienced some infighting and Rikor led a group of members calling themselves the Lords of Shadow. Kagrido had chosen not to take part in the events and left the Order to grow stronger.
Years later, Kagrido returned from training and found his way to the Lords of Shadows. He became a member and served alongside familiar faces from the Order of Shadows and new members that had joined later on. During his time in the order, Kagrido finally remembers everything about his false past. An argument ensued between Rikor and his wife, Katanyia, which resulted in the guild falling apart, leaving Kagrido, Inig, Dennenia, and few others who decided to stay to pick up the pieces. Thus the Dark Watch was created with Inig as its Archon.
Over time, the Dark Watch grew in power as more people joined its ranks. Kagrido served as the Vice Commandant of the order, overseeing the actions of the Sith warriors and some of the military forces. As time passed, Kagrido noticed some details in his false memory that didn't match historical facts. He returned to Kiien's former stronghold on Dromund Kaas and discovers his files in the Mirage Project. Upon reviewing the files relating to his real past, Kagrido began to remember the day his life on Corellia fell apart and slowly regained his true memory over time.
Currently, Kagrido still serves the Dark Watch as the Vice Commandant along with the members of the new council, including Kelshan, Tendalia, and Nomi'jin. He is in charge of the Shadow Guard, the order's elite guard.
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Novan
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Post by Novan on Jan 20, 2016 7:40:53 GMT -8
Name: Darth Orias
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Known relatives: Kessik Novan (Father), Lucia Lodrin Novan (Mother), Avolis Novan (Brother), Ivernik Novan (Uncle), Unnamed Female Sith (First cousin once removed)
Occupation: Sith
Title: Councilor
Notable Traits: White eyes, red tattoo, scar running diagonally across his face
Notable Combat Techniques: Shien/Djem So with Juyo variant, Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat
Notable Force Abilities: Fold Space, Advanced Telekinesis
Formerly known as Kagrido Novan, he spent the first three years of the Eternal Empire's invasion within the Kathol Rift, unaware of the galactic threat. When he returned to known space, he witnessed what the Empire had been reduced to in his absence. Unable to locate the Dark Watch, he began fighting the Eternal Empire in secret, using his name as a Dark Lord of the Sith; Darth Orias.
For two years, Orias secretly gathered soldiers, warriors, anyone who was willing to fight the Eternal Empire, using a hidden temple on Yavin IV as their base of operations. The group primarily used guerrilla tactics against their enemy, attacking small outposts and bases then stealing any technology they could. During a raid on one of the Eternal Empire's bases on Nar Shaddaa, Darth Orias fought against one one of their Paladins. The fight ended in Orias' victory, but the Paladin managed to cut his face, leaving a scar.
Darth Orias and his group continued their usual operations for a while, until one day Hinttur Shadowspath trespassed on a ritual site near the temple grounds and believed he was there to assassinate him, under the guise he was there to bring him back to the Dark Watch. The two fought with Orias being the victor and capturing Hinttur, believing he might actually know the location of his allies. Days later, Kelshan, Tendalia, and Imarin found the temple and Kagrido. After a short conversation, they took Hinttur back with them and took Orias to their new base hidden from the enemy. After meeting Inig again, Orias explored the area and began planning to move some supplies from his temple to the new base.
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