Blackace Labs

TheBlackace · Dec 6, 2015

Just a place for me to work on my new timeline characters, getting pretty hype for it!.

TheBlackace · Dec 6, 2015

Gareth Noth

STRENGTH: Gareth's strength is slightly above what is expected of the average civilian, this is due to his mandatory Republic Recruit training that he went through in preparation for his military service. However because he hasn't kept up with his training he's fallen a bit out of shape.

DEXTERITY: The former soldier was popular for being a crack shot at the local firing range, sitting an impressive 3rd place on the obstacle based range (which consisted of a track, riddled with obstacles, with suddenly appearing holo-targets along the way.)

CONSTITUTION: Gareth's overall health is good but his blaster wound gives him grief when hit, causing pain to shoot through his body.

INTELLIGENCE: Gareth has an eye for military strategy, often aided by the very limited foresight gifted to him by the force. Although he does excel in strategy he is pretty average in other areas, sometimes eve.

WISDOM: Gareth having only seen the front lines for a single battle doesn't possess the wisdom of some of his higher ups

CHARISMA: Describe your characters ability to charm or influence others.

PERSONALITY:

A charmer from birth Gareth is always looking for an easy way out of situations, often resulting in one of two scenarios. Scenario 1: He manages to smooth talk himself out of danger, or scenario 2: He manages to smooth talk himself into danger.

BIOGRAPHY:

In two to three paragraphs (six sentences each), describe your characters backstory up to the point you started RPing him/her. 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.

FORCE POWERS:

Fore powers description goes here!

SKILLS:

Describe the skills that your character possesses.

LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:

----Add in the lightsaber/sword forms your character knows as he/she learns them. Please keep in mind the rules for knowing lightsaber/sword forms. At the Jedi Padawan and Jedi Knight skill level, you may only know one form. If your character reaches the Jedi Master skill level, you may know two forms. If a character becomes the Faction Leader or is at the Jedi Council skill level, they may know a third form but it is preferred that they do not have a mastery over the third.----

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Describe in moderate detail the strengths and weaknesses of your character.

GEAR:
Describe the items that your characters carries with them.

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SHIP:
Does your character have a personal ship? If so, describe it in moderate detail (what does it look like, what can it do, what types of weapons and engines does it have, etc.).

DROIDS:
Does your character have any droids? If so, what are they?

PETS:
Does your character have any pets? If so, what are they?

KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.

DUELING RING MATCHES:
Has your characters been in any matches in the Dueling Ring? If so, post the names of those he/she has fought and include a link to the match. Also be sure to specify who won the match.

GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
Has your character been involved in any Grand Tournament matches? If so, post the names of those your character has fought against and include a link to the match. Also be sure to specify who won the match.

ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.

TheBlackace · Dec 13, 2015

Kazuo Narib: The Blackace

Personality
From the day he was born Kazuo had been a trickster, as a child he enjoyed taking people's stuff and holding onto it until they forgot about it, before giving it back with the hope of a reward.

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TheBlackace · Dec 25, 2015

Faction: Czerka Corp | Rank: Special Executive

Name: Nanashi | Alias(es): | Species: Human

Sex: Male | Age: 21, born //////| Homeworld: Born and raised in space travelling the galaxy

Hair: Black | Eyes: Green | Markings: Green tattoos on face and left hand

Height: 1.85 m | Weight: 78 kg | Build: Thin, Athletic

Force: Positive, but unaware of it.

Biography
Born on a rust bucket of a cargo ship smuggling shoddy weapons for a failing crime organisation Nanashi learnt the ins and outs of risky business from birth. His father a high value smuggler and his mother a successful bounty hunter he was raised in an exciting home to say the least. At the age of fifteen his mother thought it was time he joined in on the family's business, opting to train him as her apprentice, moulding him into a skilful Bounty Hunter. He tagged along on 325 acquisitions with his mother before she deemed him ready to take one without her supervision. At the age of eighteen Nanashi took on his first hunt, he was given the family heirloom to aid in his debut, a Cortosis-weave sword passed down through his mother's side of the family. He returned to a proud family with a fist full of credits and a reputation as the new hunter on the street, a few bounties later and he officially joined the Bounty Hunter's Guild.

Years passed as Nanashi continued his work as a hunter, his parents retired from their respective businesses and settled on Naboo, living a peaceful life free of any debt. Nanashi however was not so lucky, his sentimentality got the best of him, the amount of credits spent on trying to maintain his family's old cargo ship far exceeded his bounty take. Eventually he couldn't keep up with his guild dues and was forced to resign his position and took on independent hunting which wasn't very good for credits as it costed more to stay active than when he was with the guild. He was often met with resistance from guild hunters aiming for the same prey, but no hostility was ever initiated, maybe they took a sad pity on their fallen comrade, or maybe they didn't want to waste the ammo.

At Twenty-one he was contacted by a scout for Czerka Corp, apparently an old hunter acquaintance didn't want to see his skills rot away in an old freighter and recommended him. Naturally Nanashi accepted the offer and signed on as a Special Executive, not that he knew exactly what that was, he just wanted to get back on his feet.

Personality
Nanashi's work ethic has dropped in quality ever since he left the Bounty Hunter's Guild, not finding enjoyment in work any more he treats it as more of a pain than an experience. He still gets the work done he'll just find it incredibly annoying, taking as many shortcuts as possible while still proving effective. Outside of his work Nanashi enjoys the company of his workmates, often spotting the crew a round at the company bar. He tends to get lonely easily, spending most of his life working with his family seems to have shaped him into a person who enjoys maintaining bonds.

Skills
With years spent training under his mother Nanashi has a wealth of knowledge under his belt, an expert of tracking targets he is able to gather information on his prey by asking the hard questions, backtracing communications and old fashioned tailing. He's a decent shot with a blaster able to hit most targets with relative ease, he however isn't the best marksman over range as he focused more on close range skirmishes rather than long ranged fire fights. Among his strengths is melee combat, he's quite confident in his skill with a blade easily outclassing republic riot officers and surviving a few clashes with lightsaber wielding opponents.
Weaknesses
Nanashi is easily manipulated when people he cares about are put in danger, specifically his parents who he dearly cares about. His sentimentality often gets the better of him, often keeping outdated gear equipped on him for memories sake. He often falls on alcohol as a crutch when times are tough, bordering on becoming an alcoholic when he's hard pressed. His lazy work ethic and the shortcuts he takes can sometimes cause his plans to fall through, much to the dismay of his supervisors.
Gear
His 'iconic' green jumpsuit
Cortosis-weave sword
DTB-27 bolt pistol
Forearm mounted Datapad

TheBlackace · Dec 28, 2015

Faction: Jedi | Rank: Padawan

Name: Flynn Kellar | Alias(es): | Species: Human

Sex: Male | Age: 18, born //////| Homeworld: Tinnel IV

Hair: Black | Eyes: Green | Markings:

Height: 1.75 m | Weight: 64 kg | Build: Athletic

Force: Positive

Biography
Flynn was born on Tinnel IV into a society whom worshipped force sensitives, in his few years spent on his home world the boy was given the life of a king. Presents brought to his doorstep every day from the villagers own collections and feeding from the finest bosom available, all in hopes that he would grow stronger. As per their tradition as soon as Flynn hit his third year of life the village elders contacted the Jedi Order to collect the child and train him in the ways of the force. With the caveat that he would be allowed to return on his eighteenth birthday for a village ceremony.

His time at the temple was nothing out of the ordinary, spending his time at the temple studying Galactic Affairs, Lightsaber skills, use of the force and the Jedi code. He made few friends in his early years in training, instead focusing on his studies to become the best Jedi he could be. When the time came for his advancement trials he passed with distinctive grades, only struggling with his lightsaber skills. Being promoted to Padawan at the age of fourteen he was assigned to Jedi Knight N͏̸҉͏à̧͡ḿ̨͠e̛͘ ̕͡͞Ŗ͠҉ę̵͏̶̨d̕҉a͟͜c҉̧͝͠t̡͟e̡̛͜͢͏d̴̸̡͟ to continue his training in the field.

Four years passed with Flynn learning under his master, N͏̸҉͏à̧͡ḿ̨͠e̛͘ ̕͡͞Ŗ͠҉ę̵͏̶̨d̕҉a͟͜c҉̧͝͠t̡͟e̡̛͜͢͏d̴̸̡͟ training further in the use of telekinesis and switching to the use of Form IV Ataru. On his birthday the apprentice and his master travelled back to Tinnel IV for Flynn to participate in his village ceremony. The Padawan was presented with a silver gauntlet housed with a mounted terminal, as well as a set of white robes and a blue overcoat.

"These are the robes of our prophets, wear them with pride."
Shortly after the event N͏̸҉͏à̧͡ḿ̨͠e̛͘ ̕͡͞Ŗ͠҉ę̵͏̶̨d̕҉a͟͜c҉̧͝͠t̡͟e̡̛͜͢͏d̴̸̡͟ Knocked Flynn out and fled the planet on their Jedi shuttle, leaving only a holo-recording with his Padawan. He explained he had become disillusioned with the Jedi, not understanding the need for the knights to take such an active position in the war. Moments later another Jedi shuttle came to retrieve Flynn and return him to the temple, where he would await selection from a new master.

Personality

STRENGTH: Due to his early life being dedicated to build him up into a worthy Force wielding warrior his natural strength is above average then most people, but he hasn't continued to train his physical strength in his training so he is easily outclassed by larger foes.

DEXTERITY: Due to it being his weakest element while he was a youngling Flynn concentrates on his dexterity in his Padawan training,

CONSTITUTION:

INTELLIGENCE:

WISDOM:

CHARISMA:

TheBlackace · Feb 26, 2016

Faction: | Rank:

Name: Johnny Noth | Alias(es): Coruscant's Masked Maniac | Species: Human

Sex: Male | Age: 25, born //////| Homeworld: Coruscant

Hair: Dirty Blond | Eyes: Blue | Markings: Cybernetic eye implant, scar extending down his right eye.

Height: 1.85 m | Weight: 78 kg | Build: Slightly Built

Force: Negative

Biography
Johnny Noth, child of two successful Coruscant business tycoons, and older brother to Gareth Noth. Born into a life of luxury Johnny never felt the need to fight for anything, simply asking for what he wanted, and usually receiving it. He grew to the age of nineteen with this attitude, never working a day in his privileged life. While out on one of his usual walks around the upper levels of the city world the boy was pulled into a side ally and brutally beaten. "The eye, the eye" was the only thing the two thugs muttered as they continuously launched their fists at Johnny. Two blaster shots flew through the air, burning a hole in each of the thugs heads. A silhouette of a woman, wearing a wide brimmed hat, slowly walking towards him as his eyes gradually closing as he passes out.

Awakening from his trauma induced sleep Johnny finds out he had been in a coma for a whole year, and that the woman who saved him cut out his right eye before calling for medical officers and abandoning him in the ally. Another shock to the now twenty year old man was that his parents' business empire had collapsed, leaving the family fortune in competitors hands. Apparently his parents had embedded the company's encryption key in their first son's right eye, hidden in his blue iris. He was told it had been done so that Johnny, and only Johnny, could take control of the business when he was old enough. With the loss of their wealth his parents sent him off with his brother to a military academy to eventually be enlisted in the Border Alliance.

After three years at the academy Johnny left of his own accord, twenty three years old with nothing but what little allowance he had left from the academy. He cobbled together a place to sleep under a bridge and began to stockpile anything that could be useful, including old blasters and armour, discarded from local gear shops. He took to the streets, searching for punks, goons and thugs to brutally interrogate for any information on the woman who destroyed his life. He had gained a reputation among the city planet's law enforcement as the masked man who walked into a building full of hutt cartel men, and leaving nothing but a bloody mess behind.

Now twenty five Johnny scraped together enough cash to buy out a decayed apartment on the lower levels of the galactic capital, along with a steady supply of the essentials, food and ammo. He continues to search for the woman who stole his eye, but it's an incredibly daunting task. Knowing almost nothing about the girl except her ties to the Hutt Cartel.

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Personality
Johnny once was a very cocky and spoilt individual, taking what he pleased no matter who it belonged to. But after his coma he was greatly humbled by his experiences, learning that money isn't they key to power. He figured out the meaning of all his misfortunes almost immediately after his awakening, to get what you want you have to take it by force. His training for the border alliance gave him an outlet to release his anger, but once he left his heart grew heavy with regret and anger. With his time spent on the street Johnny saw first hand the effects drinking had on people, some of his better acquaintances dying in stupid fights while begging for money or drugs. He has since grown a disdain for alcohol and those who over indulge in it, instead he took up smoking to clear his head, often opting to do so when he is about to lose his composure.

Johnny indulging his habit
Skills
Johnny's specialises in close to mid range combat, always carrying a vibroknife and blaster pistol on his person. He's well versed in hand to hand combat, often opting to use his fists instead of his knife, he's been known to beat people to death with his bare hands. He's also knowledgeable on the use of most forms of blasters, he however only carries a single blaster on him for tight situations. His cybernetic eye also allows for limited analysis of external stimuli, though overuse of it's functions causes it to heat up, which burns the user if left unchecked.

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Weaknesses
Johnny is a horrible driver, incapable of riding even the simplest of speeders. He also can't fly due to the fact he never applied for the piloting training at the academy. He often has sharp phantom pains in his eye, the pain being harsh enough to incapacitate him and force him onto the ground. Due to his mostly apathetic attitude to the majority of his military training Johnny's skill with blaster rifles are less than satisfactory, he's incapable of hitting a target more than 10 metres in front of him when using heaver models, so he instead sticks to his pistol.

Gear
Casual Outfit
Masked Crusader Outfit
///// Blaster Pistol
Vibro-knife

TheBlackace · Feb 26, 2016

Faction: | Rank:

Name: Clyde Alonzo | Alias(es): Mos | Species: Human

Sex: Male | Age: 20, born //////| Homeworld:

Hair: Light Grey | Eyes: Blue | Markings:

Height: 1.65 m | Weight: 58 kg | Build: Thin, Athletic

Force: Negative

Biography
"It's just Mos, we're stealing credits not having our first date."

Not much is known about Clyde's life before his first big job, the only thing that the man himself revealing is that he was a model citizen before being thrust into the life of crime. When he was nineteen, Clyde was living with a group of students in a college dorm, not that he attended the school. During one of the dorm's regular parties he received a holo communicator from a masked man, but before he could ask him any questions the mysterious figure disappeared into the crowd.

About a month after receiving the communicator Clyde was kicked out of the dorms after the administration found out he didn't actually attend any classes. As he was packing his things he received a transmission on the device he had received at the party, a woman dressed in fine clothes, wearing a mask projected from the palm of his hand. Claiming to be a member of the senate the woman issued Clyde with an offer, join the crew she had organised or be arrested on the grounds of high treason. Not wanting to spend his life in a cell the man accepted the offer, not sure what exactly this crew was for or what they would be doing.

His senate handler set up Clyde well, giving him a safe house and all the weapon training he would need for his new career in 'politics.' A few weeks into his new life Clyde was assigned his first job, a raid on a Border Alliance summit. The entrance would be via an unmarked speeder and extraction by gunship, it was a five man job and no names were to be spoken, instead they were given aliases by their senate handler. Clyde was given the moniker 'Mos' because due to his sense of mouth being as dirty as the Mos Eisely spaceport, the four other members were named after their respective homeworlds: (Alde)'raan', 'Manda'(lore), 'Cor'(ellia) and 'Nar' (Shaddaa). Main objective, to disrupt the talks and destabilise the alliance, no one was sure why they were assigned the job, but a look at the amount of credits were on the table shut them up.

The job was a bust, three minutes into the raid Border Alliance forces surrounded the building turning the tables and forcing the crew to take hostages. Nogatiations ensued and the crew was guaranteed an escape in return for the hostages safe return, naturally they took the offer hailing their gunship to pick them up. But before they could be extracted Rann and Manda were gunned down by marksmen placed who had set up on an adjacent building's rooftop, with no more options left Cor, Nar and Clyde all surrendered, prompty being taken into custody and locked away.

Two years locked behind a rayshielded 3x3 cell with no-one else around would drive most men crazy, but it just made Clyde furious. Cor and Nar had testified against him to lighten their own sentences, claiming he was the leader of their little escapade. They would have been released by now, but Clyde remained in isolation, waiting for something interesting to happen. Then it happened. On the way to a regular medical examination someone blew a hole in the wall and broke the prisoner out, four masked men dressed up in monkey suits and toting heavy blasters. Blasting their way through the prison the group eventually made it to a prison transport, cruising out of the max security prison, using authorisation codes that had been mysteriously procured to leave without suspicion. (Pretty much what the breakout looked like) Dropping the fugitive off on the lowest levels of Coruscant he was givin another Holo-Communicator and his old mask, the apparent leader of the masked group told him to lay low, and that he'd be contacted as soon as the heat had died down.

Personality

Skills

Weaknesses

Gear

TheBlackace · Feb 26, 2016

Clyde Alov

[fancybox4="http://i.playground.ru/i/52/12/20/00/wiki/content/5xwnb9sx.jpg"]FULL NAME: Clyde 'Mos' Alov
AGE: 25
SPECIES: Human
HOMEWORLD: ???
HEIGHT: 165cm
WEIGHT: 58Kg

EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blond
SKIN COLOR: Pale Caucasian
MARKINGS: Scar across nose, scar across lip

FACTION: ---
RANK: ---

VOICE: Alexej Manvelov

"Have we got anything on him?"

"Sorry Sir, we don't have anything."

"What do you mean we don't have anything? We had him locked up for two whole years, surely we should have files on him."

"It seems the group who broke him out also destroyed any data we had on him, and anyone who investigated his case is dead."

"It can't be that simple, we should have back ups of all the files that come through here."

"They stole the physical server, but with our security there's no way they won't be able to crack it."[/fancybox4][fancybox4="http://i.playground.ru/i/52/12/20/00/wiki/content/5xwnb9sx.jpg"]

"They don't want the data idiot, they want anonymity."

"Pardon?"

"Everything we had on him, evidence, pyche reports even the mugshots, were on that server."

"Oh... So that means..."

"He's a nothing more than a ghost to us."
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Theme of The People

PER$ONALITY

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Sector Ranger's Composite sketch "Work, work, work, then maybe time for play." Words Clyde lives by, although that doesn't mean he doesn't find his line of work entertaining. High risk heists are what the man lives for, the methodical casing of the mark, the feeling of clasping handcuffs on the hostages and of course the loot, all combining to create a cocktail of Larcenistic euphoria. However he never allows for his enjoyment to override his professionalism, civilian casualties are the biggest sin in the thief's bible, anyone who knows anything about hiesting would do anything to avoid breaking that rule. In accordance to this he treats his hostages unusually well, often offering them drinks and small snacks if the heist lasts longer than expected. Another one of his standards is he restricts himself to robbing institutions that have the means to replace the people's money that he steals, for example banks who's funds are insured by the republic.

Outside of his criminal activities Clyde tends not to talk much, often due to the fact that his accent confuses most. Most of the time he can be found at home looking over floorplans or reading about his exploits in the news. Although if one were to decipher his speech and befriend the man, he enjoys taking those few out to drink all night long. [/fancybox2]

BIOGRAPHY

[fancybox4="https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CV0GclzWsAAragU.jpg"] "This is, just like game yes? Winner's prize? Staying alive."

Not much is known about Clyde's life before his first big job, the only thing that the man himself revealing is that he was a model citizen before being thrust into the life of crime and that he had developed a strange accent from a young age. When he was nineteen, Clyde was living with a group of students in a Coruscant college dorm, not that he attended the school. During one of the dorm's regular parties he received a holo-communicator from a masked man, but before he could ask him any questions the mysterious figure disappeared into the crowd.

About a month after receiving the communicator Clyde was kicked out of the dorms after the administration found out he didn't actually attend any classes. As he was packing his things he received a transmission on the device he had received at the party, a woman dressed in fine clothes, wearing a mask projected from the palm of his hand. Claiming to be a member of the senate the woman issued Clyde with an offer, join the crew she had organised or be arrested on the grounds of high treason. Not wanting to spend his life in a cell the man accepted the offer, not sure what exactly this crew was for or what they would be doing.

His senate handler set up Clyde well, giving him a safe house and all the weapon training he would need for his new career in 'politics.' Years were spent sculpting the man into a skilled warrior, crafting a secret asset for some senator that needed dirty work done well. On his twenty third birthday Clyde was assigned his first job, a raid on a Border Alliance summit, apparently his handler didn't agree with how the BA was operating and wanted to cause paranoia among it's constituents. The entrance would be via an unmarked speeder and extraction by gunship, it was a five man job and no names were to be spoken, instead they were given aliases by their senate handler. Clyde was given the moniker 'Mos' because due to his sense of mouth being as dirty as the Mos Eisely spaceport, the four other members were named after their respective home worlds: (Alde)'raan', 'Manda'(lore), 'Cor'(ellia) and 'Nar' (Shaddaa). Main objective, to disrupt the talks and destabilise the alliance, no one was sure why they were assigned the job, but a look at the amount of credits that was on the table shut them up.

The job was a bust, three minutes into the raid Border Alliance forces surrounded the building turning the tables and forcing the crew to take hostages. Negotiations ensued and the crew was guaranteed an escape in return for the hostages safe return, naturally they took the offer hailing their gunship to pick them up. But before they could be extracted Rann and Manda were gunned down by marksmen who had set up on an adjacent building's rooftop, with no more options left Cor, Nar and Clyde all surrendered, promptly being taken into custody and locked away.

Two years locked behind a rayshielded 3x3 cell with no-one else around would drive most men crazy, but it just made Clyde furious. Cor and Nar had testified against him to lighten their own sentences, claiming he was the leader of their little escapade. They would have been released by then, but Clyde remained in isolation, waiting for something interesting to happen. Then it happened. On the way to a regular medical examination someone blew a hole in the prison's defences and broke the prisoner out, four masked men dressed up in monkey suits and toting heavy blasters. Blasting their way through the prison the group eventually made it to a prison transport, cruising out of the max security prison, using authorisation codes that had been mysteriously procured to fool the gate keepers into thinking they were chasing the escapee. (Pretty much what the breakout looked like) Dropping the fugitive off on the lowest levels of Coruscant he was given another Holo-Communicator and his old mask, the apparent leader of the new masked group told him to lay low, and that he'd be contacted as soon as the heat had died down. Naturally though, Clyde didn't want to work with the people who landed him in prison. So he took as much gear as he could carry and moved off-world, gathering like minded individuals to join his own crew. The crew's goal? To make (more likely take) some credits. [/fancybox4]

$KILLS & WEAKNESSES

[fancybox4="http://puu.sh/nlYGe/07da5565ce.jpg"] Spending years training under professional instructors Clyde has become an expert marksman, able to effectively use any type of blaster from pistols to repeaters, if it has a trigger he can use it. An extremely profesional criminal, Clyde knows how to manipulate his surroundings to leave the least amount of evidence possible. As the non-specialised member of the crew Clyde acts as a jack of all trades, he knows the basics of the roles of Medic, Hacker and Demolitions but has had no training in any particular speciality.

Clyde is prone to get greedy when on the job, if there is an opportunity to make more money he will take it, no matter the risk. This has lead to some of his near death experiences, along with some of his biggest paydays. His accent also tends to be a detriment to him, often confusing and annoying people who don't have the time or patience to decipher what he's saying. [/fancybox4]

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TheBlackace · Mar 11, 2016

Post amputation Kato:
Still refusing to have any cybernetic replacements made Kato instead adjusted his fighting style to compensate for his 'handy'-cap. Equipped with lighter clothing with no armour to allow for maximum manoeuvrability, Kato now relies on speed over strength, delivering barrages of attacks within a short period of time before backing off. Now incorporates force assisted martial arts into general combat, using force imbued kicks and enhancing lightsaber strikes with lightning.

With the loss of his arm Kato decided to have his lost eye replaced with the use of sith magics, the new eye being purple in colour.

TheBlackace · Mar 18, 2016

Faction: Jedi | Rank: Knight
Name: Dao Millennia | Alias(es): | Species: Human

Sex: Male | Age: 26, born //////| Homeworld: Tinnel IV

Hair: Blonde | Eyes: Blue | Markings:

Height: 1.75 m | Weight: 64 kg | Build: Thin/Athletic

Force: Positive

Biography
Being born into the Jedi Dao was raised by his mother a respected knight and his father, a nurturing healer and famed Lightsaber smith. He speant his youth training among his fellow younglings, excelling in the use of a lightsaber, a trait noted to be inherited from his mother, a famed practitioner of unusual techniques. However even with his skill with a saber, Dao struggled to grasp the manipulation of the force, unable to grasp the mentality behind the concept. Due to this he was held back from becoming a Padawan by the Knights, instead being transferred to the Ilum temple and put to work in the archives part time as he continued to train under a specialised tutor.

Dao spent years working with this arrangement, training during the day with meditation exercises and other basic force based activities. During the night however he was required to pull his weight with the order, and was made an assistant to the Jedi Chief Librarian. Because of this assignment Dao often spent long periods of time reading tales of heroic Jedi from times past, dreaming of the day when he could join his brothers and sisters in the order. Eventually the young man made a breakthrough in his training, connecting to the force in his sleep, having visions of war on a grand scale with both sides weilding lightsabers.

With his initial training finally complete Dao was assigned a master and was declared an official Padawan learner. During his time learning under his master Dao took many an opportunity to visit his mother, who had now retired from active duty, to learn more about her unusual lightsaber styles. His father took on the responsibility of teaching him basic healing techniques and giving him access to his myriad of lightsaber components.

Years of training under his master prompted his premotion to Knight at the age of 25, with reports of a possible return of the Sith, Dao was drafted into the new sect of Jedi taking a proactive approach to the coming Sith menace. Taking up the responsibility of protecting the galaxy with his brethren he was stationed on Illum once again, manning the listening post. He spent one year at this post before being put into the grunt of the war, being sent out to anywhere the Jedi Lord required him to go.

Personality

Skills
Dao, along with his mother, developed a unique style of combat: The Raijin Axis Technique. Essentially it combined form IV Ataru with the use of force imbued throwing daggers which could have a myriad of uses. The most basic of which being to scatter a group of the daggers around the area of a duel to be manipulated during a fight when least expected. Dao however was experienced in more conventional lightsaber forms, proficient in form V and knowledgeable enough to apply the basics of the other forms.

Rather than exerting the most force possible in his strikes Dao focuses on an extremely fast flow of strikes, attempting to outmanoeuvre his opponent rather than overpower them.

In terms of the force, Dao rarely makes use of any advance forms of manipulation, unable to do so as he is enhancing his natural speed with it nearly constantly. However he is capable of the healing of minor wounds and enhancing weapons with the force, which he makes regular use of with his throwing daggers.
Weaknesses
Dao's physical strength leaves much to be desired and he can be easily overpowered by most experienced duellists. This paired with his relativity weak aptitude with the force cause him to be a minor threat to more battle hardened foes.
Gear

Flak Jacket (Generic light combat vest)
Single Bladed Cyan Lightsaber
Ten Throwing Daggers

TheBlackace · Apr 4, 2016

A young Zenon in the arms of his father King Lucius XII
Crowned Prince of the small kingdom of Tenebris, Zenon was the first in line to inherit the throne, his family being a long line of powerful force users who had ruled through both peace and multiple civil wars. First born of King Lucius XII, Zenon was raised to be a respected ruler and a feared enemy, he was given daily classes on multiple subjects ranging from galactic economics to military strategy to shape him into the ideal king. Because of this he didn't have much time to make friends due to his royal duties, only ever growing close to his father who loved him dearly. Zenon spent the majority of his childhood imitating his father's every move, hoping to become a strong King and a good man. This however became less noticable as he aged, the older he got the less he paid attention in his classes and he became a somewhat trouble child.

At the age of fifteen Zenon was given the responsibility of representing the kingdom as an ambassador, his position was mainly for show but he did travel often because of it and it kept him out of trouble for the most part. During his travels around Roxuli, Zenon noticed a lot of discontent for his small nation, a myriad of protesters were a common sight at his public addresses and there had been reports of attacks at many of the Tenebrion embassies around the planet. As he grew more concerned about the state of events Zenon began to become more withdrawn than usual, travelling with only the people that proved essential for his work.

Upon his return from a regular day of meetings and faux negotiations Zenon received a message from the outer gates of the city, there a coup had been started and the streets had become a battlefield. The rebels were covered head to toe in armour and were heavily armed, however the majority of them were civilians with no prior training. Because of the rebel's lack of experience Zenon was able to fight his way to the Royal palace, the last stronghold still in the Royal family's possession.

Zenon's push for the palace
The young prince doesn't speak about what happened at the palace, all that is known is that he was the only royal to leave the building without his blood splattered across the floor. The palace was taken by the rebels and thus the coup was a success, the monarchy was dismantled within a week of the initial attack.

Years later an eighteen year old Zenon arrived on Korriban, his riches and claim to power lost he looked to the one organisation that could give him the strength to reclaim his throne; the Sith. Because of his years spent training in the use of the force Zenon outshined the other Acolytes in the basic lessons and quickly became the target of multiple murder attempts initiated by fellow Acolytes. Naturally he survived, they were sloppy, they let their rage consume them. All the while Zenon, with a clear goal in mind, easily cut down those who challenged him.

Personality
Being born into royalty would give anyone a high horse to sit on, and Zenon is no exception. He tends to look down upon more 'common' folk, ignoring any pleas that they make until they have proven themselves to meet his standards. This often is a source of problems in his life as a Sith, as his title means nothing to the dark warriors his arrogance is mistakenly seen as a challenge. Zenon has no particular affinity for the Sith ways, only attempting to use them to help retake his kingdom. Because of this he fails to see the purpose in some of the traditions, which causes even more conflict between him and other Sith.
Skills

Zenon is a skilled practitioner of Pyrokinesis
Zenon was raised to be a formidable fighter, as soon as he was old enough to communicate effectively he was taught the secrets of the royal force techniques. Taking a liking to the unorthodox force form of pyrokinesis, it became his speciality, choosing it over the more traditional choice of lightning that was utilised by the majority of the royal family. He was also trained in the use of the blade, his focus being in the use of hand and a half swords, the choice of which gave him a balance of speed and power in his blows. These skills were easily adapted for the use of a lightsaber, the laser blade able to move more swiftly allowing his strikes to be more fierce than ever before.

The prince never learnt to pilot any form of transportation as he was chauffeured by his servants during his time as a royal.

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