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Personality He has a blunt attitude toward those who are weak. Other slaves have seen him as privileged and that he takes his level of "freedom" for granted. He likes the thrill of combat and loves working hard. His combat skills have been notable and he takes pride in them. He carries himself like a slaver. His head held high with honor and power. Even though he's not too fond of others, he enjoys blending into a crowd unnoticed. Through his time as a slave he has learned loyalty. To be fearless is his way of way of thought. He hates being complacent and doesn't like those who slack off. Killing gives him a thrill some would call unnatural. He loves to give punishments to those who disobey orders. His ideals are far from beyond normal due to his rough life. Gear Shock Whip Electrostaff Double Bladed training saber Red and black hooded robes, with a cloak Black calf-high strapped boots Biography Life Before the Sith ShipIntro Ysamor Velcono was born in Hutt Space to a male bounty hunter and a female slave. He was raised by slavers as a personal servant. Nothing is known of planet he belonged to or what happened to his parents. He wasn't personally taught or educated, but was secretly taught by other slaves who had some form of education and learned basic and Huttese. For the first six years of his life, he spent in confusion not knowing how to really react to his masters authority. Some slaves told him to appreciate being a slave and some told him to him to find a way to be free. He was abused and beaten for all his life by other children who were slaves. Sickened of being used a rag doll and began to train under an enslaved female Zabrak called Nemai. His masters were ruthless Rodians that survived off of the trade and selling of spice and other wares on the black market. They owned approximately 300 plus slaves and each were designated in a certain aspect of the thriving of their masters wallets. By the age of 6, he was taught under Nemai in the underground chambers of their master's fortress on Nar Kaaga. The rooms they trained in were long since forgotten and were unknown by most of the other slaves and their Rodian overseer's. One of the things she taught him was meditation and how vital it was to gain focus. For a slave, she knew a lot about the outside world. She told him stories of a war that was waged against the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order. The stories she told fascinated him to the point of aspiring to become Sith one day. Nemai warned him that the path he choose would be dangerous, but he couldn't join the Sith Imperium until he found freedom. Nemai took special care of him, but he not why she favored him over any of the other children. At the age of 9, he discovered that Nemai was a Dark Jedi that was trained by a women knowledgeable in the force. She took him in because she sensed that he had force abilities. She also trained him in telekinesis, but that was all she would allow. One of the purposes of her training was to eventually stage an uprising that would overthrow their oppressors. She also trained him in the basics of Form IV: Ataru. Which it took him getting used to. At the age of 10, he became efficient in hand to hand combat. The children that used to abuse him wouldn't even go near him. His name began to resonate fear among the other slaves. The fear of him reached the ears of the top brass of that a servant boy was capable of sending fear from his name being called. The Rodians took in him and trained him as one of their bodyguard. Ysamor would be the only one of 10 that were taken in to be "reeducated" as a personal guard. They tested him and trained him to use whips and an electrostaffs. The reeducation process involved crowd control, evacuation, and execution of slaves. His skills were praised by his masters. They gave him special privileges that included learning new skills as a pilot, and special eating privileges. Because of his violence in the past toward other slaves, he was banned from using firearms. His masters were very cautious of giving guns to slaves regardless of their current status. They didn't need a child tank to be a threat to them as much as their enemy. The experience Ysamor gained became quite relevant for him. The Rodians became soft toward him, but it didn't stop him from becoming a monster. One day a note arrived on his pillow one morning after he cleaned himself up from patrol. The note stated, "It is time." Unsure at the time of what it meant. he sat down and thought about what is could mean. About an hour went by as the thought of his old friend Nemai came to mind. She finally figured it out, he thought, the way to escape. He quickly grabbed his blackened robes and threw up his hood. The supplies he needed to get to Nemai were store away in his closest. There a whip and a dagger he was able to smuggle in from the armory lay on a leather chest. Now grabbing the weapons, he left his room and headed for the kitchen where a passage lay. Nemai had moved around jobs, but he figured she was in the abandoned part of the fortress. The place they spent ample time honing his abilities. The Escape "Long time no see, my young apprentice," a voice spoke from the shadows. "Nemai!" he exclaimed finding himself in her warm arms. "What have you discovered?" Ysamor inquired. Nemai had a disturbed look on her face. Ysamor couldn't tell what the problem was or why she looked disgruntled. "There is a way to overthrow the Rodians, but you need to get the attention the younger and older slaves. The only issue is that there have been slaves that have purposely been nurtured to give information to the overseer's. There mustn't be rumors of a uprising or security will tighten. We must attack there products. You have access to the docks I have been smuggled a bomb. You would need to set off the fuel tanks and the engines. It would make it look like a terrorist attack," she responded. "Is that it? I could talk to a few of my associates. They have been planning a way to get out of here for the last three years. The Rodians would never expect a 15 year old boy set off the bombs, nevertheless me. I can get cause an uprising, but it will take a few days. One of my associates knows some guys who work with one of the other clans that are willing to help, but I'm not sure how," Ysamor spoke willingly. Nemai nodded her head, "Since our overseers don't have a leader we would have to assassinate some of the more prominent members, but that would be totally optional. I checked the guard schedule and you're supposed to be one of the guards for an arms deal. You're one of the primary guards, so you can poison him. I was able to get my hands on a poison that only effects Rodians. Just make sure that you get it in his drink. Just be careful, the deal is suppose to be with some representatives from the Sith Imperium it's also in Sith space. The slavers are dumb enough to put the contact information on open computers. This could be a chance join the Sith. If the Sith find out that you're a force user, you may get taken and the deal may go south. The plan can still move forward with the correct people in place." "Agreed, the Rodians are clueless about my force abilities and that I even trained in lightsaber combat. Unfortunately, I never was able to wield one. The occasional trips off world allowed me to see the Sith in action. My interest in them increases my will to join them. I will try my best to complete the mission to the best of my ability. Nemai, make sure you stay alive." Ysamor made sure the plan was set. About a month has past and the time to put the plan into action was nigh. He had already established certain slaves as leaders to make sure everything ran smoothly. All of the guards that were slaves even agreed to it. According to the outline given to the accompanying guard, most of the guards were labeled as slaves, which seemed to increase the success of the plan. The plan was to be executed immediately. They were to start the plan as soon as he sent a signal using his communicator to one of his associates. He was sure that the plan would go unhitched and without incident. Boom!!! The ship came out of hyperspace. They appeared before a larger ship. It was indescribable though it seemed to be a heavy cruiser of some kind, but he wasn't too familiar with the styles of ships. They landed in the port of the ships docking area. The door to their shuttle released with a hissing sound as it lowered. The Rodian overseer dressed in his travel robe attire which made him look he had the "I'm richer than you look" than someone doing an illegal trade. Ysamor took a sigh and held his electrostaff in his hand and took his place next to the overseer as they marched off of the ship in their miniature blocked formation. The men they saw standing before them were dressed in all red robes and did a solemn bow. Seemed to be about 11 of them, but he didn't bother to count. "Ahh....," spoke the Rodian overseer in Huttese, "Good to see you. You do have the unmarked credits don't you?" One of the men in the red robes showed a brief cases with what looked like 500,000 credits. The Rodian then clapped his hands and a few of the guards that stayed behind on the ship pushed out the cases of rifles that were brought off the ship. The red robbed man in the middle went to inspect the delivery. He looked pleased at first then a look of anger spread across his face. He picked up one the rifles and inspected it. "You expect us to pay for this trash!!! This was suppose to be top of the line equipment. This rifle is built that if you pull the trigger it would explode and kill the triggerman," said the man in basic. The Rodian was speechless. He wasn't sure what to do, but gawk in confusion. The robed man that inspected the rifle said, "You are under arrest for sabotage and conspiracy of the Sith Imperium." The Rodian looked displeased and yelled, "Kill them all!!!" Ysamor activated his electrostaff as others pulled out theirs and or whips. The only two non slaves pulled out their blaster rifles and pointed them at the robed men. Security that was dressed in all black on the ship came bounding into the room with their rifles and pistols drawn. Ysamor reached his communicator and activated the signal within his brown robes. One of the other slaves nodded his head and almost instantly the other guards stepped away from their Rodian overseer and some pointed their weapons at him. The two hired guards that carried holsters put their guns down on the ground and started run back to the ship. Before they reached the ship the were lifted up into the air suffocating and were scratching at their throats for air. Ysamor couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he knew it was the dark side of the force. He started to skim the room. A hooded woman came out from among the security guards in the docks with her hand stretched out in a gripping motion like she was crushing a can. She wasn't the by herself, one of the red robed men was also doing to the same thing as the woman. The two non slave guards part of the Rodian overseer's escort ceased moving and dropped to floor lifeless. The Rodian overseer spoke anxiously, "What are you waiting for?! Attack them!" The guards escorting him did nothing. The Rodian pushed his comlink and other guards that were on the shuttle rushed out and started firing at the escort guards. The security guards started to fire at the ones on the ship and the ones at the escort guard. Most of the red robed men walked away from the carnage, but three of them remain watching in anticipation. The hooded woman drew her lightsaber that emitted a crimson hue. It resonated with a hum, like death was coming quickly. Closer to a Dream The hooded woman force leaped into the air behind the escort guards and started to deflect the blaster fire. Some of the Sith security were taking hits and so were some of the escort. Ysamor twirled his electrostaff above his head and lunged toward the Rodian overseer. The hooded woman pushed Ysamor back keeping him from killing the Rodian. He fell onto his back and hit his head on the floor. As he started to come too. A few of the surviving slaves had abandoned their electrostaffs for blaster rifles. Ysamor touched his head as he had a severe headache. It then came to him that he was still alive and that he was in a battle. The red robed men had all disappeared, but one who also had a red lightsaber drawn fighting a slave with an electrostaff. Ysamor saw a shadow about to land on top of him so he rolled to the left to get out of the way. A lightsaber had been where he was laying. He quickly stood up and looked at the woman's face. She had red skin and gold eyes. It was one of the few times in years he ever felt fear. The first thing he did felt natural. He focused and force pulled an electrostaff into his outstretched right hand. The woman glared, "A slave and a force user. I knew I felt the dark side within your numbers. Let's test your ability." The sith woman lunged at him. He hopped to the side avoiding a devastating blow. The woman then swung her blade in his direction as she was starting to set her feet on the floor. Ysamor lifted up his electrostaff and countered the the swing. Ysamor then continued to duel with her. He was barely avoiding strikes from her lightsaber. He was jumping into the air striking with his staff as he arced over her head. It seemed like she was holding back. While he was fighting he didn't even notice that his comrades were all dead and the shooting stopped. The focus he had fighting the Sith woman was full of anger and frustation. He became sick of her holding back. He then focused on his anger and force pushed the Sith woman backwards. Being caught off guard the woman let go of her lightsaber. Ysamor then felt a crushing sensation around his neck not being able to escape. The red robed man that stayed and fought was force choking him. The red robed man then dropped Ysamor onto the bloodied floor. The man walked toward him as the young slave twisted and turned gasping for air. The man picked Ysamor up off the ground and stared into his eyes, "Hmmm.....I declare you property of the Sith Imperium..." A few months have passed and Ysamor was trained by the Sith on Korriban. He knew not what happened to his Dark Jedi teacher and his fellow slaves back on Nar Kaaga. His only focus was becoming a stronger and powerful. He was a decent acolyte for his age and wanted to move up the ladder in rank. He someday wishes to overcome his weaknesses and become a well known and powerful Sith that anyone who comes before him will cower at his feet. N/A Roleplay Development Describe how your character has developed since starting roleplay. Or briefly describe each roleplay you have completed and how they factor into your characters 'recent history.'
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