Thanks for the constructive criticism :)
I’ve found instances of force imbued swords dating back to 36 453 BBY, so I was basing his weapon on that concept. In addition, these weapons were able to cut through most materials, even durasteel, at a push, yet I have somewhat downgraded Hoarfrost to...
NAME: Quilo Icelle
FACTION: House Icelle
RANK: None
LEVEL: 1
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force sensitive, Trained by his father in basic force abilities and taught Lightsaber forms to an extent.
APPEARANCE:
Standing just under 6’ tall, and weighing roughly...
Sandor looked Helin in the eyes as he responded: "I was treated as well as could have been expected, your Grace. As for your men, I apologise for any harm I have caused them. As I've traveled the galaxy, I've lost all trust in everyone. I thought you might just kill me, and I couldn't risk my...
Sandor nodded discreetly to Volken as a sign of gratitude for prompting him. Perhaps Volken didn't wish to see Sandor in chains after all, he thought. "I apologise... your Grace," Sandor spoke more formally with a tip from the speech of the guards, "I am Lord Sandor of House Icelle, First of my...
Sandor rolled his eyes at the guards' comments on his hair as they fixed binders on his wrists. They were very unoriginal. "You know, if I'd spent all my money on my hair, it'd be made out of kyber." He chuckled at the thought as he was led upstairs and down some long hallways, and finally into...
Sandor was pleased to hear Volken show respect to his father; it meant a lot to him. He was beginning to dislike his captor less and less. Sandor decided there was no reason to hold back the information concerning the arrest any longer.
"In all honesty, I was only in Cartann to find an engineer...
Sandor raised an eyebrow. "So it's a group tied to religion?" He only believed in things he could see or feel, including the force, because he could feel the connection. Sandor noted Volken's subtle discomfort when he mentioned Helin's intervention of the duel. He decided to be more respectful...
"Paladin?" Sandor inquired, "I've heard mention of that term around here multiple times... People seem to respect them, revere them. Some even fear them from what I've heard. You're one of them then?" Sandor wasn't scared. The ones who feared the Paladins were mostly smugglers he'd conversed...
Sandor was still slightly dizzy and unstable from the after effects of so many stun blasts. He barely noticed the visitor who approached his cell. It was still rather dark, and he could only just about make out the figure standing on the other side of the door. "Come back to gloat eh?" Sandor...
Sandor was disheartened to say the least as his trusty sword was ripped right out of his hands by another force user. To his extreme dismay, it was Helin. He knew how the next part went. He quickly tossed his shield like a frisbee to his left, aiming directly for Volken, who was just getting...
Sandor was grateful that Helin had spared his life, but still didn't intend to spend the night in any cells. He'd been holding back on his secret for months around these parts so as to not draw attention, and to it save for dire situations. His predicament seemed direr than most recently, and...
Sandor was disadvantaged but confident. He had regained his posture, standing strong, and armed with his secondary weapons. His opponent was only just recovering. Just as Sandor was about to make the most of his open chance to strike, an uproar erupted to the side. The crowd rapidly dissipated...
What Volken did next deeply surprised Sandor. Not only was the follow up attack extremely brave, and risky, but it was carried out flawlessly. It did however, cost the Paladin a solid blow to his armour. As Sandor's sword struck, he attempted to bent his front knee inwards to avoid the lance but...