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NAME: Zeke Lightsworn
FACTION: Sith
RANK: acolyte
SPECIES: Devaronian
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force Sensitive, in training
APPEARANCE:
He stands at 5’10. Has deep bright green eyes. Dark red hair that is cut back away from his horns. His horns are always sharp and shined bright. He is toned but skinny, you would only see him if you could sense his hate. He has deep red skin that almost glows.
ATTRIBUTES:
Very acrobatic, trained since he was able to walk as Acrobat. Short Temper, so short that anything that angers him in the slightest sets him off. Clever, to the point of out witting a Sith Lord. Highly Intelligent he can figure out just about anything, given the time and research. Not very strong, is not the strong and is in fact weaker than the average male of his species. At odds to his psychical strength he has a high constitution and stamina, he can take a beating and keep on going. Above average dexterity, due to him training all the time.
PERSONALITY:
What he feels for emotions is stunted and dying due to his life. The only real emotions he can feel are rage, anger, greed, lust, and a few other negative emotions of the like. He can easy fly off into a rage and kill things around him with no problem, He feels almost no remorse for his actions. He still has a few shreds of his honor and goodness left in him but those are dying off slowly. He will be very quiet and watch those around him for hours to figure out how to best use them to his advantage. He will only strike when he is ready and the time is right, anything else is rash and unprepared. He hates tardiness, dirtiness, cowards, those without honor, and any who hold him back.
In one to two paragraphs (six sentences each), describe your character's personality. Be sure to update this section as the role-play continues. This section requires a minimum of 50 words upon the posting of the profile, even if the profile is a work in progress.
BIOGRAPHY:
Zeke came from a noble family, one of honor and power. They did what they could for the people of their world. They never thought about themselves in the least while helping others. But because of this they made enemies in every walk of life. Due to these enemies he was always sheltered and protected, he never wanted for anything. This made him selfish and concided, at least until he turned 7 and his world was changed forever. He was out playing with his older sister when he heard a loud explosion, it had come from the front of the house. They went to see what was going on and saw a ruined front hall, dead guards and attackers everywhere.
As they searched for loved ones alive they could still hear shots and blaster fire, and an odd hissing noise. Every time they heard that noise it was followed by a scream, then silence until the next. They both were scared to death and had no clue what was going on. So they kept searching for family, instead of running because they had to help in some way. His sister grabbed a blaster and he grabbed a Vibrodagger, neither knew how to use them but needed to protect each other. They walked into one of the viewing rooms, a place to normally see visitor’s and watch the country side, here they found a large Devaronian over top of a house maid. Neither could see what was going on, but they could hear her yells for help. What he heard angered him beyond anything he had ever felt before, without saying a word or making a sound he entered the room.
Zeke rushed up to the enemy and jumped up on his back bringing the Vibrodagger down into his spine. Something happened at the last second and seemed to propel him downwards increasing his momentum three or four times that of someone his size. The dagger slid in and killed the man, before he even knew what had happened. Zeke gripped the dagger hard and jumped backwards pulling it from the enemies back. The blood sprayed in an arch and covered him, he didn’t even seem fazed by what he had done. He then turned and walked out the door, looking for another or his family he no longer knew which.
The attack had been underway for an hour before they found the last of his family, his Mother and Father fighting back to back. But they were not fighting normal thugs at all, they were dueling with two Sith assassins. To both of their surprise his parents were wielding lightsabers and holding their own. His sister wanting to help their parents started shooting at the Sith, but nothing seemed to hit. As she emptied the clip one of the Sith used her second blade to deflect the last shot back at them. It would have his Zeke if not for his sister jumping in front of him, it hit her full in the face. She was dead before she hit the floor, again his anger reared up this time stronger and more powerful.
As he felt his rage build his mother turned distracted by the death of her daughter and was slain quickly. At this he could no longer take it, as if he could fly he leapt at the Sith that had killed his mother. He had covered 30 feet in one jump and was slashing at the Sith. The just laughed at him and force pushed him out of the way. He flew back and almost hit the wall head first, if not for his Dad saving him with the force. But he had used so much energy and force that his young body could not take it he passed out. The last thing he saw was his Father smiling at him as both Sith cut him down.
He awoke screaming and filled with anger no seven year old should have, he realized he was not home but on a ship. Standing over him were the two Sith that had attacked his family, they were smirking at him as he stared back. The female leaned in closer and said something he would never forgot. “We were paid to kill them. Not to just kill them put kill all of you, but we want you as a pet. You amuse us, keep doing so if you want to live. If you can hate us hate us, let that burn inside you. Use it as fuel, to keep you strong in the Force. We will hurt you, abuse you, make you are slave, and work you till you die. Now if you survive all that maybe just maybe you will be worthy to seek out the home world for training.” She then used the force to pick him up and squeezed him till he passed.
For the next ten years he served them as a slave, taking care of their every need. Never did he forget her words, and let his hate grow he did. With every passing day he nurtured it and stoked it into a roaring fire of hate tempered by fear of them. But as his 17th birthday drew near something was changing, he could feel it. The force had been growing in him along side of his hate, he was being directed to rebel in little ways at first. Then as they realized what was happening it was too late for the woman, Zeke had known the time was coming and he struck perfectly. He laced her tea with a poison that made her doubt her partner and turn on him, the Sith dueled to the death with the male losing. Once she won he told her of the poison he was made to give her and that he had the cure for it to.
He told her that the only way she was getting it was to taken him for training, she agreed to save her own life. She put in the request and directed the ship to take him there, he told her where the cure was once he was with the trainers. What he told her was this, “There is no cure and I was not ordered to give you that, you will die in about three hours. I want you to think about this, I am a 17 year old untrained Devaronian who out smarted and killed you both. Now go die in agony, you have served the force well bringing me here.” He started laughing as she collapsed in pain, the guard rushed her to the medic wing but as he learned she died screaming in pain within 3 days. He was finally here for training and he would let nothing stop him.
SKILLS:
Expert Swordsmanship, uses the sixth form Niman. He has only working knowledge of this form, only having seen it used by the Sith and from Holocrons. Has shown skill in connecting to the force and learning when to strike. Has shown skill with Force Telekinesis and limited skill with Mind tricks. Has shown ability for force stun and lighting. Has shown skill in creating gadgets that are small and helpful. He know basic and his native tongue.
GEAR:
One training saber
One Acolyte’s robe
1000 credits (Stolen from the ship of the Sith he killed)
ROLE-PLAYS:
-- The Content Below is Optional, but Encouraged!--
RELATIONSHIPS:
He has one surviving Brother that he does not know is alive, Jaceson Lightsworn.
SHIP:
None yet
DROIDS:
None Yet
PETS:
None Yet
KILLS:
None Yet
COMBAT:
None Yet
FACTION: Sith
RANK: acolyte
SPECIES: Devaronian
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
FORCE SENSITIVE: Force Sensitive, in training
APPEARANCE:
He stands at 5’10. Has deep bright green eyes. Dark red hair that is cut back away from his horns. His horns are always sharp and shined bright. He is toned but skinny, you would only see him if you could sense his hate. He has deep red skin that almost glows.
ATTRIBUTES:
Very acrobatic, trained since he was able to walk as Acrobat. Short Temper, so short that anything that angers him in the slightest sets him off. Clever, to the point of out witting a Sith Lord. Highly Intelligent he can figure out just about anything, given the time and research. Not very strong, is not the strong and is in fact weaker than the average male of his species. At odds to his psychical strength he has a high constitution and stamina, he can take a beating and keep on going. Above average dexterity, due to him training all the time.
PERSONALITY:
What he feels for emotions is stunted and dying due to his life. The only real emotions he can feel are rage, anger, greed, lust, and a few other negative emotions of the like. He can easy fly off into a rage and kill things around him with no problem, He feels almost no remorse for his actions. He still has a few shreds of his honor and goodness left in him but those are dying off slowly. He will be very quiet and watch those around him for hours to figure out how to best use them to his advantage. He will only strike when he is ready and the time is right, anything else is rash and unprepared. He hates tardiness, dirtiness, cowards, those without honor, and any who hold him back.
In one to two paragraphs (six sentences each), describe your character's personality. Be sure to update this section as the role-play continues. This section requires a minimum of 50 words upon the posting of the profile, even if the profile is a work in progress.
BIOGRAPHY:
Zeke came from a noble family, one of honor and power. They did what they could for the people of their world. They never thought about themselves in the least while helping others. But because of this they made enemies in every walk of life. Due to these enemies he was always sheltered and protected, he never wanted for anything. This made him selfish and concided, at least until he turned 7 and his world was changed forever. He was out playing with his older sister when he heard a loud explosion, it had come from the front of the house. They went to see what was going on and saw a ruined front hall, dead guards and attackers everywhere.
As they searched for loved ones alive they could still hear shots and blaster fire, and an odd hissing noise. Every time they heard that noise it was followed by a scream, then silence until the next. They both were scared to death and had no clue what was going on. So they kept searching for family, instead of running because they had to help in some way. His sister grabbed a blaster and he grabbed a Vibrodagger, neither knew how to use them but needed to protect each other. They walked into one of the viewing rooms, a place to normally see visitor’s and watch the country side, here they found a large Devaronian over top of a house maid. Neither could see what was going on, but they could hear her yells for help. What he heard angered him beyond anything he had ever felt before, without saying a word or making a sound he entered the room.
Zeke rushed up to the enemy and jumped up on his back bringing the Vibrodagger down into his spine. Something happened at the last second and seemed to propel him downwards increasing his momentum three or four times that of someone his size. The dagger slid in and killed the man, before he even knew what had happened. Zeke gripped the dagger hard and jumped backwards pulling it from the enemies back. The blood sprayed in an arch and covered him, he didn’t even seem fazed by what he had done. He then turned and walked out the door, looking for another or his family he no longer knew which.
The attack had been underway for an hour before they found the last of his family, his Mother and Father fighting back to back. But they were not fighting normal thugs at all, they were dueling with two Sith assassins. To both of their surprise his parents were wielding lightsabers and holding their own. His sister wanting to help their parents started shooting at the Sith, but nothing seemed to hit. As she emptied the clip one of the Sith used her second blade to deflect the last shot back at them. It would have his Zeke if not for his sister jumping in front of him, it hit her full in the face. She was dead before she hit the floor, again his anger reared up this time stronger and more powerful.
As he felt his rage build his mother turned distracted by the death of her daughter and was slain quickly. At this he could no longer take it, as if he could fly he leapt at the Sith that had killed his mother. He had covered 30 feet in one jump and was slashing at the Sith. The just laughed at him and force pushed him out of the way. He flew back and almost hit the wall head first, if not for his Dad saving him with the force. But he had used so much energy and force that his young body could not take it he passed out. The last thing he saw was his Father smiling at him as both Sith cut him down.
He awoke screaming and filled with anger no seven year old should have, he realized he was not home but on a ship. Standing over him were the two Sith that had attacked his family, they were smirking at him as he stared back. The female leaned in closer and said something he would never forgot. “We were paid to kill them. Not to just kill them put kill all of you, but we want you as a pet. You amuse us, keep doing so if you want to live. If you can hate us hate us, let that burn inside you. Use it as fuel, to keep you strong in the Force. We will hurt you, abuse you, make you are slave, and work you till you die. Now if you survive all that maybe just maybe you will be worthy to seek out the home world for training.” She then used the force to pick him up and squeezed him till he passed.
For the next ten years he served them as a slave, taking care of their every need. Never did he forget her words, and let his hate grow he did. With every passing day he nurtured it and stoked it into a roaring fire of hate tempered by fear of them. But as his 17th birthday drew near something was changing, he could feel it. The force had been growing in him along side of his hate, he was being directed to rebel in little ways at first. Then as they realized what was happening it was too late for the woman, Zeke had known the time was coming and he struck perfectly. He laced her tea with a poison that made her doubt her partner and turn on him, the Sith dueled to the death with the male losing. Once she won he told her of the poison he was made to give her and that he had the cure for it to.
He told her that the only way she was getting it was to taken him for training, she agreed to save her own life. She put in the request and directed the ship to take him there, he told her where the cure was once he was with the trainers. What he told her was this, “There is no cure and I was not ordered to give you that, you will die in about three hours. I want you to think about this, I am a 17 year old untrained Devaronian who out smarted and killed you both. Now go die in agony, you have served the force well bringing me here.” He started laughing as she collapsed in pain, the guard rushed her to the medic wing but as he learned she died screaming in pain within 3 days. He was finally here for training and he would let nothing stop him.
SKILLS:
Expert Swordsmanship, uses the sixth form Niman. He has only working knowledge of this form, only having seen it used by the Sith and from Holocrons. Has shown skill in connecting to the force and learning when to strike. Has shown skill with Force Telekinesis and limited skill with Mind tricks. Has shown ability for force stun and lighting. Has shown skill in creating gadgets that are small and helpful. He know basic and his native tongue.
GEAR:
One training saber
One Acolyte’s robe
1000 credits (Stolen from the ship of the Sith he killed)
ROLE-PLAYS:
-- The Content Below is Optional, but Encouraged!--
RELATIONSHIPS:
He has one surviving Brother that he does not know is alive, Jaceson Lightsworn.
SHIP:
None yet
DROIDS:
None Yet
PETS:
None Yet
KILLS:
None Yet
COMBAT:
None Yet
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