I'm working on a new character and last time I was active The Chiss Ascendancy was a main faction. Were they destroyed? I was going to make a Chiss Sith.
Name: Jacen Hsunagi
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Hopeful
Species: Human
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 59kg
Eyes color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Credits: 330
Distinguishing marks: spiraling scars going up his left arm
Force sensitivity: Extremely
Strength: 4 of 10. His wiry...
NAME: Cyrus Farani
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: -
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 1.8m
WEIGHT: 72kg
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Brown
SKIN: Caucasian
CREDITS: 500
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: None
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: 5 of 10. Cyrus is quite scrawny, but he is quite fit for his frame.
DEXTERITY: 8...
Torgrir was a little taken aback at the speed in which his master charging at him. He barely recovered in time to block the blow, albeit awkwardly, with his saber tip pointed downwards. He pushed on Kaeri's saber, attempting to throw off the attack.
Torgrir hesitated for a brief moment, collecting himself and concentrating. He pulled his blue lightsaber off of his left hip and attempted to copy his master's stance, getting the jist of it correct. The padawan breathed a heavy sigh, saying, "I am ready, master."
Torgrir returned to recitation. "The fourth form of seven, called aggression form, characterized by Force-assisted gymnastics." As he said this, he puffed out his chest slightly and put his hands behind his back. He was glad he was able to appear so knowledgeable.
Torgrir took a deep breath and recited from his memory: "There are seven forms of lightsaber combat, and every successive style requires the knowledge of the previous forms." He hesitated. ...I only know the first form: Shii-Cho, the determination form." He had said this last looking down at his...
"I would learn the ways of the lightsaber so that I may defend the innocent and protect the weak." Torgrir blurted, words spilling form his lips at an incredible speed. The padawan had had plently of time to think about this as he had waited in his chambers for his training to begin.
The droid continued his rotation, letting go of the right hand with its' left. it fell backwards, arching back and planting its' free hand on the ground. The droid's legs left the ground until it was in a one-handed handstand, it's body totally straight. The Acolyte's saber, however, nicked a...
Saryn smiled as he blocked his apprentice's blow easily, their sabers locked. "Not bad, boy, you've got some strength to you," Saryn seethed over the hiss of the lightsabers colliding between them. "But physical strength alone is not nearly enough. Direct attacks may work on the younglings, but...