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Have you ever hated who you work with... but hated everyone else more?
Greetings, my name is Raven and I unfortunately can call myself a member of the Sith. I don’t really see how I fit with them, as I don’t really like to run around being a psychopath, or killing my allies simply to see who was the stronger out of the two of us. Somehow though, this is where I ended up receiving my training in wielding the force. To be fair though, I don’t quite think that the Jedi would appreciate someone like myself in their fine little organisation.
You see, I don’t really like the idea of defending the galaxy from all of the evils that could possibly plague it, hell, I don’t even want to defend a planet or a small city from the "evils" that be. I simply want to defend myself, and maybe from time to time improve things for myself at the expense of others.
I also happen to suffer from a few eccentricities that might make someone not consider me fit for the position of DEFENDER OF THE GALAXY. While I don’t tend to be as psychopathic as my coworkers, I do frequently let my emotions get the better of me. This from time to time has led to violence, though I have never actually killed someone, only injured them... a lot. I also like to concoct things like poisons, and make myself small weapons capable of effectively discharging said poisons from time to time. But honestly, who really doesn’t love the thrill of making a chemical and seeing what your mix will do to an unsuspecting recipient?
So overall, maybe I do fit more with THE EVILS OF THE GALAXY, though it is obviously more because people around me simply do not appreciate the same things that I do. Like beauty, I see beauty in many things. I see it in almost all living things, in art, in music, and even sometimes in torture, sometimes the pain, the screams, and the tears in the flesh can all be beautiful in their own special way. Death, as far as I have seen though, is never beautiful, even when it nears being so; it is ruined by the knowledge that whatever is dead will never have a chance to make anything beautiful ever again. And in such a galaxy that we live in, we need all of the beauty that is possible.
While I’m off on this pile of rambling, I might as well tell you more about myself, as you apparently have nothing better to do than to read this. While I have not killed anything, I am more than capable of defending myself. I have trained myself in the art of dodging many many things, from projectiles to fists, with the aid of the force, it usually isn’t a problem. While focusing on learning to be so evasive, I also learned how to effectively hit my opponent in an opportune moment. However, I am not someone who really goes on the offensive in anyway, and I am generally weaker than most other people around me, which does lead to problems a great deal of the time. I am also skilled with, as I mentioned before, the use of and creation of new chemicals, which can vary from paralysing whoever wishes me harm to enhancing my own reflexes. A very useful skill if you ask me.
My skills probably came from how I grew up really. I was born on an Imperial controlled planet, to somewhat well off parents, both of whom had a large appreciation for art. They made sure that I learned to appreciate the similar things, but didn’t seem to be too bothered when I went off on different interests. During my schooling, everything went very well; I was an outwardly friendly person to almost everyone, even the people who really didn’t deserve anything more than to have their spinal cords snapped like twigs.
I did very well in classes like literature and art, but it was obvious that my main skills were in science. So, I for a short time went to a university where I could perfect my ways as a chemist. Unfortunately, I was forcibly removed from the school when I slipped one of my experiments to a classmate, who just so happened to react very negatively to the reaction. According to them though, they saw beautiful colours while they were under the effects. So I can’t really see what the real problem was there. Maybe if people just learned to accept sometimes that I am better than them, and they should just accept what I do...
Anyways, following that, it turns out some guy who was working with the Sith found out that I was a force sensitive. I wasn’t really sure, how he knew, but it seems like some people who use the force can just detect that in others. Anyways, he convinced me to head up to meet with the Sith since my science career wasn’t going to well.
Once there, I realised that the other sith werent much like me. They liked to pick fights that they werent already sure that they could win, violence seemed to really impress them, and I wasnt really sure that they really had what it would take to keep themselves going... but at the same time, somehow, I felt like I belonged.
NAME: Raven
FACTION: Sith
RANK: --
SPECIES: Human/Nagai
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 01"
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
EYES: Dark green
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He has a gold tattoo around his left eye.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Not very strong, he has invested little time in building up muscle, and he is not really a naturally strong person to begin with.
DEXTERITY: Raven is extremely fast and nimble; he further augments this with the force to make his
CONSTITUTION: He keeps himself from being sick with his own chemical concoctions, and while he has a good amount of endurance, he cannot take a hit at all.
INTELLIGENCE: Smart enough to realise how to work with many different chemicals, and has great medical knowledge, generally a smart guy all around.
WISDOM: Raven isn’t really any higher up on the wisdom scale than most of the people around him. He just isn’t below any of them really either.
CHARISMA: He is a fairly charismatic guy, he is good at being friendly, and can use the force to aid him when it is really necessary.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Persuade
Self levitation.
SKILLS:
He is a skilled scientist and is also quite skilled with medicine. He also tends to be very good at gauging the strength of people who are around him, both physical and mental.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
When he is bothered to use a lightsaber, he uses his own slight variant of makashi. The slight variance is only that he is more defensive, and has added his needles.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Ravens strengths come from his medical knowledge, and his ability to avoid being hit. He also relies a lot on tricks, and poisons to make up for him usually being weaker. His weaknesses come from his inability to take a hit, and from him being very cocky, and physically weak.
GEAR:
Raven always has a mask that he made for himself with him, it is resistant to energy hits, and since it is metal, it tends to be effective against blades and bullets as well.
He also his needles on a glove, which are generally poisoned, though depending on his mood for the day, the poison might not be that horrible of a thing to get in you.
He also picked up a small slugthrower as a kind of "just in case" kind of weapon. It has a 16 shot clip and is semi automatic.
Following that, other than his personal cloak he doesn’t really own very much.
KILLS:
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BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
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DUELING RING MATCHES:
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GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
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ROLE-PLAYS:
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Have you ever hated who you work with... but hated everyone else more?
Greetings, my name is Raven and I unfortunately can call myself a member of the Sith. I don’t really see how I fit with them, as I don’t really like to run around being a psychopath, or killing my allies simply to see who was the stronger out of the two of us. Somehow though, this is where I ended up receiving my training in wielding the force. To be fair though, I don’t quite think that the Jedi would appreciate someone like myself in their fine little organisation.
You see, I don’t really like the idea of defending the galaxy from all of the evils that could possibly plague it, hell, I don’t even want to defend a planet or a small city from the "evils" that be. I simply want to defend myself, and maybe from time to time improve things for myself at the expense of others.
I also happen to suffer from a few eccentricities that might make someone not consider me fit for the position of DEFENDER OF THE GALAXY. While I don’t tend to be as psychopathic as my coworkers, I do frequently let my emotions get the better of me. This from time to time has led to violence, though I have never actually killed someone, only injured them... a lot. I also like to concoct things like poisons, and make myself small weapons capable of effectively discharging said poisons from time to time. But honestly, who really doesn’t love the thrill of making a chemical and seeing what your mix will do to an unsuspecting recipient?
So overall, maybe I do fit more with THE EVILS OF THE GALAXY, though it is obviously more because people around me simply do not appreciate the same things that I do. Like beauty, I see beauty in many things. I see it in almost all living things, in art, in music, and even sometimes in torture, sometimes the pain, the screams, and the tears in the flesh can all be beautiful in their own special way. Death, as far as I have seen though, is never beautiful, even when it nears being so; it is ruined by the knowledge that whatever is dead will never have a chance to make anything beautiful ever again. And in such a galaxy that we live in, we need all of the beauty that is possible.
While I’m off on this pile of rambling, I might as well tell you more about myself, as you apparently have nothing better to do than to read this. While I have not killed anything, I am more than capable of defending myself. I have trained myself in the art of dodging many many things, from projectiles to fists, with the aid of the force, it usually isn’t a problem. While focusing on learning to be so evasive, I also learned how to effectively hit my opponent in an opportune moment. However, I am not someone who really goes on the offensive in anyway, and I am generally weaker than most other people around me, which does lead to problems a great deal of the time. I am also skilled with, as I mentioned before, the use of and creation of new chemicals, which can vary from paralysing whoever wishes me harm to enhancing my own reflexes. A very useful skill if you ask me.
My skills probably came from how I grew up really. I was born on an Imperial controlled planet, to somewhat well off parents, both of whom had a large appreciation for art. They made sure that I learned to appreciate the similar things, but didn’t seem to be too bothered when I went off on different interests. During my schooling, everything went very well; I was an outwardly friendly person to almost everyone, even the people who really didn’t deserve anything more than to have their spinal cords snapped like twigs.
I did very well in classes like literature and art, but it was obvious that my main skills were in science. So, I for a short time went to a university where I could perfect my ways as a chemist. Unfortunately, I was forcibly removed from the school when I slipped one of my experiments to a classmate, who just so happened to react very negatively to the reaction. According to them though, they saw beautiful colours while they were under the effects. So I can’t really see what the real problem was there. Maybe if people just learned to accept sometimes that I am better than them, and they should just accept what I do...
Anyways, following that, it turns out some guy who was working with the Sith found out that I was a force sensitive. I wasn’t really sure, how he knew, but it seems like some people who use the force can just detect that in others. Anyways, he convinced me to head up to meet with the Sith since my science career wasn’t going to well.
Once there, I realised that the other sith werent much like me. They liked to pick fights that they werent already sure that they could win, violence seemed to really impress them, and I wasnt really sure that they really had what it would take to keep themselves going... but at the same time, somehow, I felt like I belonged.
NAME: Raven
FACTION: Sith
RANK: --
SPECIES: Human/Nagai
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 01"
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
EYES: Dark green
SKIN: White
CREDITS: 1000
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: He has a gold tattoo around his left eye.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
STRENGTH: Not very strong, he has invested little time in building up muscle, and he is not really a naturally strong person to begin with.
DEXTERITY: Raven is extremely fast and nimble; he further augments this with the force to make his
CONSTITUTION: He keeps himself from being sick with his own chemical concoctions, and while he has a good amount of endurance, he cannot take a hit at all.
INTELLIGENCE: Smart enough to realise how to work with many different chemicals, and has great medical knowledge, generally a smart guy all around.
WISDOM: Raven isn’t really any higher up on the wisdom scale than most of the people around him. He just isn’t below any of them really either.
CHARISMA: He is a fairly charismatic guy, he is good at being friendly, and can use the force to aid him when it is really necessary.
FORCE POWERS:
Force Persuade
Self levitation.
SKILLS:
He is a skilled scientist and is also quite skilled with medicine. He also tends to be very good at gauging the strength of people who are around him, both physical and mental.
LIGHTSABER/SWORD FORMS:
When he is bothered to use a lightsaber, he uses his own slight variant of makashi. The slight variance is only that he is more defensive, and has added his needles.
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:
Ravens strengths come from his medical knowledge, and his ability to avoid being hit. He also relies a lot on tricks, and poisons to make up for him usually being weaker. His weaknesses come from his inability to take a hit, and from him being very cocky, and physically weak.
GEAR:
Raven always has a mask that he made for himself with him, it is resistant to energy hits, and since it is metal, it tends to be effective against blades and bullets as well.
He also his needles on a glove, which are generally poisoned, though depending on his mood for the day, the poison might not be that horrible of a thing to get in you.
He also picked up a small slugthrower as a kind of "just in case" kind of weapon. It has a 16 shot clip and is semi automatic.
Following that, other than his personal cloak he doesn’t really own very much.
KILLS:
--
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
--
DUELING RING MATCHES:
--
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
--
ROLE-PLAYS:
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