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| Summary "Have you ever wanted something so bad, that you would do just about anything for it? Would you sacrifice the lives of those that you hold close... Family... Friends... A Significant Other... This is something that I've never had to do. Hell, it is something that I'll probably never have to do. I have only my brother that I could part with... and if needed I would. Besides that, I have little else. Nothing besides my place among the Sith. And yes. I would gladly sacrifice it all, not only my place within the ranks of the Imperium... but the whole damned thing if that is what it takes to get what I want. Though, let us be honest here. If I were to rid the universe of the Sith Imperium, then my journey would only be drawn further out than it already has been. You see... Power and Purpose... that is all that matters to me. Power, being the more easily attainable of the two will surely come in time... Purpose, on the other hand continues to escape me and I fear that it forever will." Personality Marthius is a man plagued by the memories of his past, though not in the traditional sense of holding onto grief caused by the actions he took to make it in this world. No, he is literally haunted by those that have fallen to his blade. Whenever he slays someone, somehow a piece of them finds a way to bond with his subconscious and reside there for all eternity. These victims now act as a kind of voice of reason, or at least they hope that their words might sway him in some form. Though, in truth their words could never have any affect upon his actions... the thing that has changed him the most is their mere presence. The simple knowledge that with every life he takes, he will be welcoming a new guest into his head, has been a deterrent in many ways. Instead of the cold, calculated, and downright nasty man that he has been molded into by his rough upbringing. Marthius has learned to temper his emotions, to reign them in and hold some command over them, instead of merely letting his emotions rule him as he did in his earlier youth. He is much more selective in the assignments that he takes, because let's face it... as an Assassin, each assignment adds to the list of traveling companions within him. As a result of his condition, Marthius is generally looked upon as standoffish or even shy. He is a quiet man, having little time for trivial conversation and small talk. He prefers to simply get to the point, both in conversation and general activities. This has also shaped the Humanoid to have a lot of determination in all things that he does. He is driven and it shows in the way that he seems to constantly be practicing the lessons that are assigned to him. To Whom It May Concern A hack and cough reverberates through the microphone... Are you sure that this is necessary?... The voice is of vile tone and note. The wretchedness that is the noise of the man speaking then begins once again. Okay, so be it... As a child, I grew up in the streets of Nar Shadaa. My whore of a mother that worked the brothels, had been blacklisted by her "manager" due to her pregnancy and wouldn't be allowed back because he wasn't going to feed a couple bastards when they were born. Yes, plural... Twins. So, on the day that we were born we were discarded. Left to die, without a second thought. Or, at least that is what the old drunk that found us and raised us, lead us to believe that. The man pauses to listen to a query from the man orchestrating the recording. Only the repetitive sound of him breathing can be heard... and yes, even that sounds horrid. Almost as if the man were ill. Do I still believe that? Yeah, of course. What reason do I have to doubt such a thing and what difference would it make otherwise. Anyways, back to my story that you so desperately need for your records. Our youth was a difficult one, there wasn't much luxury for a couple of bastards that were taken in merely to act as a show for the patrons of his fine establishment, as he loved to call it. You see, we weren't like most children. While, there weren't many noticeable differences between the two of us and your regular human children... the only thing that truthfully stands out... are our eyes. Mine having been a faint glowing green and Wretch's eyes resembling a white light with a hint of orange. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and in our cases, I would say that is most definitely true... my toxic color matching well with the plague of carrying my felled foes with me. And Wretch's eyes that almost look like a kindling flame seeming to unveil the fire within him of his relentless passion and strength. While, we are of the same age I've always been the one that felt obliged to take care of the two of us. Which, lead me to do the things that I've done in my life. Some I regret, though if given the opportunity to I wouldn't change them. The old drunk as we called him, made sure that we had a roof over our heads and enough food to keep our stomachs nourished. Though, that wasn't enough. You see... since, well forever, we have always had a hunger for respect. To be looked upon in reverence instead of pity or shame. This cultivated our thirst for power and strength, which we found in the same place that we were born. The streets of Nar Shadaa. We started out young... real young. Jobs that required a sense of discretion found their way to me, due to my ability to move through the slums without much notice. After all, besides the fact that my eyes glowed, I was looked upon as a mere child. It was during these years that I began to garner a name for myself and was able to provide well for myself and Wretch. He, on the other hand wasn't able to find his specialty until he began to mature some. When he did though, his name began to spread like wildfire and it didn't take long before the slums knew why he had earned such a horrid name. His size and stature became enough to strike fear into most beings, though if it weren't he would quickly remedy the situation through force. And so, for years we flourished within the dirty streets in which we were born into. It wasn't until I took my first assassination job that things began to change... after I had plunged that cold steel into the heart of that whore. She spoke only a single word. "Son". She was the first spirit to hitchhike into my subconscious... the first of many. I've got a total of nine travelling with me now. And they are the reason that I sought out the Sith, perhaps there is a teaching somewhere that will relinquish me from these bonds that I've forged. At least that is my hope. That and for Wretch to finally follow suit and sign up, but he's got to be a stubborn bastard like that. You know? Okay, I'm done. Cut that damned thing off.The microphone screams and cries out as it is shoved from the desk and it clatters to the floor. Though, these were not shouts of pain or misery... it was simply over joyed that it didn't have to listen to that ragged soulless voice anymore. Having come to the conclusion that the owner of that voice had to be a horribly sad and tormented creature. Aspirations - Crusader Rank: While, he dreams of one day being placed to rest within the Valley of the Dark Lords. Marthius is content to simply make his way through the ranks of the Imperium, one step at a time. - To Become Feared: To strike fear into the hearts of not only the common folk, but your adversaries and allies is a feeling that very few could ever claim. This is something that Marthius hungers for. - Power: It is simple really and something that all Sith crave... Power. Relationships - Wretch; His twin brother, whom still resides on Nar Shadaa. Possessions - Messis; Marthius' Lightsaber that is eloquently to represent the affliction that he faces of being forced to live with those he has slain. Messis, means to harvest or to reap, in a long forgotten language. It emits a [COLOR="669966"Pale Green[/COLOR] blade that is quite unique upon his peers. - Some tattered old robes [B][SIZE=4]Roleplay Development[/SIZE][HR][/HR][/B] [table] [tr] [td] [table="width: 275, class: outer_border"] [tr] [td="bgcolor: #080808"] Roleplays
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The Force Explained
| Control Force - Marthius is a typical Acolyte of the Sith Imperium, he has begun learning some of the Control aspects of the Force. Though, he is far from a Master and it is still pretty obvious that he needs a lot more training in this field of study. Regardless of that fact, this tends to be his preferred form of Force Manipulation. He seems capable of picking up on these aspects of the Force more quickly than the others. |
| Sense Force - Marthius is a typical Acolyte of the Sith Imperium, he has begun learning some of the Sense aspects of the Force. Though, he is far from a Master and it is still pretty obvious that he needs a lot more training in this field of study. Regardless of that fact, this tends to be his preferred form of Force Manipulation. He seems capable of picking up on these aspects of the Force more quickly than the others. It is glaringly obvious that this is his least favorite aspect of the Force and one that he readily struggles to grasp, even with diligent studies. |
| Alter Force - Marthius is a typical Acolyte of the Sith Imperium, he has begun learning some of the Alter aspects of the Force. Though, he is far from a Master and it is still pretty obvious that he needs a lot more training in this field of study. While, not fond of this aspect of the Force... he is not dissuaded by it either. While, the lessons don't come naturally to him... He does find great pleasure in making new strides in his studies in this field. |
| Lightsaber Combat - Lightsaber combat is something that Marthius is unsure about... While, he doesn't struggle to learn the ways of the Lightsaber. He fails to see the practicality of an extended duel. His philosophy, which he won't hesitate to demonstrate, is that with a little subtlety and proper placement. A single stroke will more than suffice for most adversaries. |
Misc. Facts
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MARTHIUS VOX
Sith Assassin in Training
Sith Assassin in Training
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Sith Imperium |
| Rank Acolyte |
| Name: | Marthius Vox |
| Species: | Humanoid (Unknown) |
| Age: | 19 (Born 1004 ABY) |
| Gender: | Male |
| Height: | 5'10" |
| Weight: | 184 lbs. |
| Eyes: | Green |
| Hair: | Brown |
| Skin: | Sun-Kissed White |
| Force Sensitive: | Yes |
Attributes | |
| Strength: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Dexterity: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Constitution: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Intelligence: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Wisdom: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Charisma: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
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| Unarmed Combat: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Edged Weaponry: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Stealth Tactics: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Sokan: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Piloting: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Throwing Weaponry: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
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| Control Force: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Sense Force: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Alter Force: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
| Lightsaber Combat: | ■■■■■■■■■■ |
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