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OOC: Yeah so my rogue jedi, or dark jedi, is looking for some reputation. He is looking for Jedi to fight, and this will be a one vs one fight. Your Jedi might die! If he doesnt die, Tazmen will take him/her to the sith, or ransom him/her for credits. I am also aware that Tazmen may die or even end up captured.
IC: A massive jet black Shistavanen stood motionless amongst the tremulous, withering shadows that caressed his dark personality. Canine in appearance, the devilish creature had massive claws that glittered like black steel and sharp canid fangs that gently poked out of his upper jaw, large shredded ears swivled back and forth like radars, trying to detect the slightest sound. Glittering orbs of deep scarlet were narrowed into slits as they searched for movement. Nothing. The Shistavanen's name was Tazmen, he enjoyed wealth, and spat at the poor. Like most others of his kind he was born on Ulvena Prime, a feral planet inhabited by ruthless humanouds and nightmarish creatures, mostly cannibles. To represent his home planet, Tazmen was wearing dark leather wraps, similar to standard leather armour. He had no long flowing cloak or mysterious hood. He was simple and plan, and all could see the strength this large creature possessed. On his left side, hooked to a small leather belt, was a gleaming silver sheath, obviously a lightsaber. Despite Tazmen's wolfish appearance, he had no tail. Not many Shistavanens had tails, and those they did were very rare, very rare indeed. One might expect such a feral looking race to be covered in heart lurching scars, this was not the case for Tazmen, however, as the only scar he possessed arched down the side of his face. He had not been in many serious fights, only training bouts and spars, but nothing that would ever strike him as dangerous. Now, however, this force sensative brute was looking for a challenge. Tazmen was looking for trouble. If one knew his past it might be quite alarming, but not to a jedi, surely they would jump at the chance to catch a wanted criminal and a dark jedi at that, not sith, but still potentially harmful to the jedi. For Tazmen, he was like the lone stranger walking amongst the street lights ready to grap a small girl that was all alone on a sanguine midnight. It was true, Tazmen would be exactly the kind of person to snatch little children, but he would simply hold them for ransom, even kill and eat them, depending on their race. It was grusome, he knew, but the meat was good, and so was the payment. After all, what mother wouldnt pay to get their own child back? Padawans were the same, no one could stop a master and apprentice from bonding, it almost always happened. Captureing a padawan would simply mean even more credits to the Shistavanen. It was a dangerous game, but there were always risks in life, especially when one wanted to achieve certain goals. That was what he had learned growing up. Honor was for the weak, the real glory came from victory, doing whatever it took to win, despite the costs. Thats exactly what Tazmen did, and if he had to eat little kids to achieve his goals, then he would, not that he would stop preying on children once he had achieved his wishful standards. Surely there was nothing wrong with a good meal, yes?
IC: A massive jet black Shistavanen stood motionless amongst the tremulous, withering shadows that caressed his dark personality. Canine in appearance, the devilish creature had massive claws that glittered like black steel and sharp canid fangs that gently poked out of his upper jaw, large shredded ears swivled back and forth like radars, trying to detect the slightest sound. Glittering orbs of deep scarlet were narrowed into slits as they searched for movement. Nothing. The Shistavanen's name was Tazmen, he enjoyed wealth, and spat at the poor. Like most others of his kind he was born on Ulvena Prime, a feral planet inhabited by ruthless humanouds and nightmarish creatures, mostly cannibles. To represent his home planet, Tazmen was wearing dark leather wraps, similar to standard leather armour. He had no long flowing cloak or mysterious hood. He was simple and plan, and all could see the strength this large creature possessed. On his left side, hooked to a small leather belt, was a gleaming silver sheath, obviously a lightsaber. Despite Tazmen's wolfish appearance, he had no tail. Not many Shistavanens had tails, and those they did were very rare, very rare indeed. One might expect such a feral looking race to be covered in heart lurching scars, this was not the case for Tazmen, however, as the only scar he possessed arched down the side of his face. He had not been in many serious fights, only training bouts and spars, but nothing that would ever strike him as dangerous. Now, however, this force sensative brute was looking for a challenge. Tazmen was looking for trouble. If one knew his past it might be quite alarming, but not to a jedi, surely they would jump at the chance to catch a wanted criminal and a dark jedi at that, not sith, but still potentially harmful to the jedi. For Tazmen, he was like the lone stranger walking amongst the street lights ready to grap a small girl that was all alone on a sanguine midnight. It was true, Tazmen would be exactly the kind of person to snatch little children, but he would simply hold them for ransom, even kill and eat them, depending on their race. It was grusome, he knew, but the meat was good, and so was the payment. After all, what mother wouldnt pay to get their own child back? Padawans were the same, no one could stop a master and apprentice from bonding, it almost always happened. Captureing a padawan would simply mean even more credits to the Shistavanen. It was a dangerous game, but there were always risks in life, especially when one wanted to achieve certain goals. That was what he had learned growing up. Honor was for the weak, the real glory came from victory, doing whatever it took to win, despite the costs. Thats exactly what Tazmen did, and if he had to eat little kids to achieve his goals, then he would, not that he would stop preying on children once he had achieved his wishful standards. Surely there was nothing wrong with a good meal, yes?
