Post by wozah on May 23, 2007 16:16:16 GMT -5
Name: Darth Alsius
Real Name: Tyrcus Adrian.
Age: 25
Race: Human.
Gender: Male
Height: 5.9
Weight: 150 kg.
Era: Knights of the Old Republic.
Allegiance: Sith.
Rank: Sith Lord.
Skills:
- Veteran Figher Pilot, Ace.
- Advanced Mechanic.
Light Saber Skills:
- Form I
- Form II
- Form IV
- Form VII
Force Powers:
-Basic Powers
-Force Lightning
-Force Choke
-Drain Life
-Force Affliction
-Dominate Mind
-Force Insanity
Weapons:
(1) Dual-phase Lightsaber, Electrum type. The crystal is taken from the caves of Malachor V before its destruction by the Jedi Exile. Spews out the color of an eerie but brilliant red tone.
Spacecraft:
(1) Aurek Fighter, customized and fitted with Hyperdrive and life support systems for long distance travel. Armament includes two twin laser cannons.
Appearance:
An imposing figure garbed in shades of black. His robes hide an athletic build, making him look to the common eye, uninteresting and weak. Both his hands are wearing black gloves.
If he wears his hood, the only thing visible are his nose and cruel mouth. Unhooded, and his face appears young, regal in most ways and handsome. But due to usage of the dark side of the force, his face seems older, worn out, pale white. He has black hair, long and unkempt.
His eyes shine a sad but hateful blue.
Personality:
Quiet, cruel, intelligent, ruthless, cold and a loner. He is in most ways, unemotional, unusal for most Sith since they rely on emotion for power. However his hatred for the Jedi is strong, especially at Revan, who tricked his lover, friends and himself in fighting at the Battle of Malachor V.
Thus he was given the name "Alsuis" for his cold, detached way of doing things. Rarely will he be angry, but if he is, his rage is to be feared.
History:
As a Jedi Knight at the Jedi Academy of Dantooine, Trycus was friendly, charming and intelligent, showing much promise to the Jedi Masters in charge and well on his way to being a Jedi Master himself when it was discovered that he had been keeping relationships with another fellow female Jedi.
Seperated from his lover and sternly punished, he was stripped of his rank and nearly exiled when the Mandalorians came and invaded the Outer Rim Territories. In what seemed to be his only chance for redemption, he followed Revan and Malak's call to arms against the Mandalorians. There, he was surprised to see his lover reunited with him again in the midst of war.
Battle after battle, Tyrcus fought brilliantly under Revan's command, impressing Revan and making him Fighter Commander for Revan's Flagship. Then after the Second Battle of Althir, while searching for an outpost in the Outer Rim Territories, Revan chanced upon Malachor V and was transformed to the Dark Side.
Planning to eliminate those who were starting to lose faith in him, he selected both Republic soldiers and Jedi whom he deemed were of that group, and gathered them up at Malachor V, hoping to lure the Mandalorians into a final battle.
Tyrcus, although suggested by Revan to stay with him, decided against Revan's suggestion and fought alongside with his friends and lover.
Somewhere in between, the horrified Tyrcus suddenly discovers the reason why Revan wanted him to stay with him in the first place. In a brilliant flash of destruction, both Mandalorian and Republican ships get crushed by the Shadow Mass Generator, along with the fighters of his friends and lover.
Managing by some luck to avoid the effects of the Shadow Mass Generator, Tyrcus escapes, temporarily unnerved by the Force Echo that screamed in his head. He manages to hide below the now disfigured planet.
Filled with despair and the shock of betrayal, he unknowningly hides his ship and himself inside a cave that was once the tomb of an old Sith Lord.
Seduced by the Dark Side and his hatred fed by its ghostly Sith apparition, Tyrcus trained with him, selling his soul in exchange of gaining knowledge of the Sith and the power of the Dark Side, giving him unsurpassed power in all his years as a Jedi Knight.
He soon emerged after the darkness of the caves, 3 years prior to Malachor V's eventual destruction by the Jedi Exile. During that time he never bothered himself to help the Sith Lords take over the galaxy or do some domination himself.
Instead he dedicated himself into searching for Revan, hoping to one day find him, and kill him for his lover's death.
He has been searching ever since.
Introduction:
Outside the busy Cantina nearby the old Duros Spaceport, several humans emerged, laughing aloud and drunkenly in the empty streets, celebrating their money as they only knew how. It was night time, but even though the streets they were walking in now was reputed to have caused several recent murders, they did not care nor bother to be alert.
You see, they were gangsters, and they were used to being fear incarnate so much that they were not afraid of anyone, unless of course that someone was from another gang. Besides, some of them thought, they were six of them! What or who could be possibly stupid enough to challenge all six of them?! That was crazy! Foolish! Impossible!
And so they walked on the empty streets, some of them holding on to each other to keep their balance, blissful in the large amount of money they earned, bullying and pressuring the Evocii workers all day long at the Space Port, making sure all of them worked hard and none stole anything.
"To another bar!" One of them cried, trying to keep his balance as the group walked aimlessly.
"Yes to another bar!" Another one agreed, putting his drunken hand high in the air.
"Quit yer jabbering you pukes!" Their leader proclaimed, a strong lookingman who was walking ahead of them. "I have a better idea..."
"What's dat Kroll?" The one nearest to the leader asked stupidly.
"Yeah boss! Whaz the plan?"
The leader turned around while walking and smiled darkly to his minions. "We're going to visit an old love of mine, who left me for some stupid pilot!"
He turned around "And then we gonna punch her," He punched his hands expressively, "And beat her till she cries for mercy and why boys!" Kroll turned around again, walking backwards "We're going to have some fun with her!"
The drunken minions cheered, quite happy in what they were about to do.
Suddenly, as Kroll turned around, he came face to face with a hooded figure, frightening him and nearly doubling back to the men behind him.
When he recovered, his face went red, his confidence shaken but instantly replenished when he reminded himself he was with company.
"Oi! Who do you think you are?!" Kroll pointed his finger as he did to the hooded figure before them.
"Yeah boss, who das he'y tink he iz!" One of them yelled.
They quickly surounded the figure even though they did not know why.
"I'm going to teach you a lestion then I'll-" Kroll talked angrily, walking towards the figure when it raised its gloved hand, making Kroll temporarily halt.
Puzzled, one of the men asked, "What's wrong Kroll?"
Kroll couldn't answer, his throat being crushed slowly by something. Fear started to erupt into little pellets of sweat running down his forhead as he gripped his throat, trying to say something to his men.
"....aacrlkkkracaa!" Kroll managed.
And even though his men were drunk, they instantly knew their boss was in trouble. They grabbed their guns and aimed it at hooded figure.
Suddenly, Kroll found himself flying as the hooded figure Forced Push him and brought out a lightsaber, which gave a snap hiss as a red light emerged, slicing the men he had worked with for three years, killing all of them as hooded figure did an elaborate dance. His men screamed inhumanly.
When it was over, the hooded figure snapped off his lightsaber, stepping off the dead men and bodies parts neatly encircling him, walking slowly towards the frightened Kroll.
"...Ple- please! Ta-take my money! Just don-"
His throat grew tighter, unable again to speak.
"Your voice irritates my ears," The hooded figure whispered unnaturally. Slowly, Kroll was lifted off his feet just above the ground and pushed gently towards a wall.
"I have heard," The figure continued in that unnatural whisper, "That you had serviced some ship for someone."
"....Wh- who?" Immediately as he said that, Kroll managed a thought. He's looking for someone! He raced through his mind for some names and faces, anything for exchange of a breath of that sweet evening air.
The grip lightened alittle.
"He was here." The hooded figure said with astonishment. "He was here!"
"Who?" Kroll asked, 'I-... I didn't eveeen ttooold you the namee."
Even though the figure was hooded, Kroll could see the man's mouth give a small smile.
"I read your mind."
And with that, Darth Alsuis brought out his lightsaber, neatly slicing off Kroll's head, ignoring the tumble it made pathetically on the ground.
Then the hooded figure continued with the direction he was going, vanishing into the darkness of the street.
Real Name: Tyrcus Adrian.
Age: 25
Race: Human.
Gender: Male
Height: 5.9
Weight: 150 kg.
Era: Knights of the Old Republic.
Allegiance: Sith.
Rank: Sith Lord.
Skills:
- Veteran Figher Pilot, Ace.
- Advanced Mechanic.
Light Saber Skills:
- Form I
- Form II
- Form IV
- Form VII
Force Powers:
-Basic Powers
-Force Lightning
-Force Choke
-Drain Life
-Force Affliction
-Dominate Mind
-Force Insanity
Weapons:
(1) Dual-phase Lightsaber, Electrum type. The crystal is taken from the caves of Malachor V before its destruction by the Jedi Exile. Spews out the color of an eerie but brilliant red tone.
Spacecraft:
(1) Aurek Fighter, customized and fitted with Hyperdrive and life support systems for long distance travel. Armament includes two twin laser cannons.
Appearance:
An imposing figure garbed in shades of black. His robes hide an athletic build, making him look to the common eye, uninteresting and weak. Both his hands are wearing black gloves.
If he wears his hood, the only thing visible are his nose and cruel mouth. Unhooded, and his face appears young, regal in most ways and handsome. But due to usage of the dark side of the force, his face seems older, worn out, pale white. He has black hair, long and unkempt.
His eyes shine a sad but hateful blue.
Personality:
Quiet, cruel, intelligent, ruthless, cold and a loner. He is in most ways, unemotional, unusal for most Sith since they rely on emotion for power. However his hatred for the Jedi is strong, especially at Revan, who tricked his lover, friends and himself in fighting at the Battle of Malachor V.
Thus he was given the name "Alsuis" for his cold, detached way of doing things. Rarely will he be angry, but if he is, his rage is to be feared.
History:
As a Jedi Knight at the Jedi Academy of Dantooine, Trycus was friendly, charming and intelligent, showing much promise to the Jedi Masters in charge and well on his way to being a Jedi Master himself when it was discovered that he had been keeping relationships with another fellow female Jedi.
Seperated from his lover and sternly punished, he was stripped of his rank and nearly exiled when the Mandalorians came and invaded the Outer Rim Territories. In what seemed to be his only chance for redemption, he followed Revan and Malak's call to arms against the Mandalorians. There, he was surprised to see his lover reunited with him again in the midst of war.
Battle after battle, Tyrcus fought brilliantly under Revan's command, impressing Revan and making him Fighter Commander for Revan's Flagship. Then after the Second Battle of Althir, while searching for an outpost in the Outer Rim Territories, Revan chanced upon Malachor V and was transformed to the Dark Side.
Planning to eliminate those who were starting to lose faith in him, he selected both Republic soldiers and Jedi whom he deemed were of that group, and gathered them up at Malachor V, hoping to lure the Mandalorians into a final battle.
Tyrcus, although suggested by Revan to stay with him, decided against Revan's suggestion and fought alongside with his friends and lover.
Somewhere in between, the horrified Tyrcus suddenly discovers the reason why Revan wanted him to stay with him in the first place. In a brilliant flash of destruction, both Mandalorian and Republican ships get crushed by the Shadow Mass Generator, along with the fighters of his friends and lover.
Managing by some luck to avoid the effects of the Shadow Mass Generator, Tyrcus escapes, temporarily unnerved by the Force Echo that screamed in his head. He manages to hide below the now disfigured planet.
Filled with despair and the shock of betrayal, he unknowningly hides his ship and himself inside a cave that was once the tomb of an old Sith Lord.
Seduced by the Dark Side and his hatred fed by its ghostly Sith apparition, Tyrcus trained with him, selling his soul in exchange of gaining knowledge of the Sith and the power of the Dark Side, giving him unsurpassed power in all his years as a Jedi Knight.
He soon emerged after the darkness of the caves, 3 years prior to Malachor V's eventual destruction by the Jedi Exile. During that time he never bothered himself to help the Sith Lords take over the galaxy or do some domination himself.
Instead he dedicated himself into searching for Revan, hoping to one day find him, and kill him for his lover's death.
He has been searching ever since.
Introduction:
Outside the busy Cantina nearby the old Duros Spaceport, several humans emerged, laughing aloud and drunkenly in the empty streets, celebrating their money as they only knew how. It was night time, but even though the streets they were walking in now was reputed to have caused several recent murders, they did not care nor bother to be alert.
You see, they were gangsters, and they were used to being fear incarnate so much that they were not afraid of anyone, unless of course that someone was from another gang. Besides, some of them thought, they were six of them! What or who could be possibly stupid enough to challenge all six of them?! That was crazy! Foolish! Impossible!
And so they walked on the empty streets, some of them holding on to each other to keep their balance, blissful in the large amount of money they earned, bullying and pressuring the Evocii workers all day long at the Space Port, making sure all of them worked hard and none stole anything.
"To another bar!" One of them cried, trying to keep his balance as the group walked aimlessly.
"Yes to another bar!" Another one agreed, putting his drunken hand high in the air.
"Quit yer jabbering you pukes!" Their leader proclaimed, a strong lookingman who was walking ahead of them. "I have a better idea..."
"What's dat Kroll?" The one nearest to the leader asked stupidly.
"Yeah boss! Whaz the plan?"
The leader turned around while walking and smiled darkly to his minions. "We're going to visit an old love of mine, who left me for some stupid pilot!"
He turned around "And then we gonna punch her," He punched his hands expressively, "And beat her till she cries for mercy and why boys!" Kroll turned around again, walking backwards "We're going to have some fun with her!"
The drunken minions cheered, quite happy in what they were about to do.
Suddenly, as Kroll turned around, he came face to face with a hooded figure, frightening him and nearly doubling back to the men behind him.
When he recovered, his face went red, his confidence shaken but instantly replenished when he reminded himself he was with company.
"Oi! Who do you think you are?!" Kroll pointed his finger as he did to the hooded figure before them.
"Yeah boss, who das he'y tink he iz!" One of them yelled.
They quickly surounded the figure even though they did not know why.
"I'm going to teach you a lestion then I'll-" Kroll talked angrily, walking towards the figure when it raised its gloved hand, making Kroll temporarily halt.
Puzzled, one of the men asked, "What's wrong Kroll?"
Kroll couldn't answer, his throat being crushed slowly by something. Fear started to erupt into little pellets of sweat running down his forhead as he gripped his throat, trying to say something to his men.
"....aacrlkkkracaa!" Kroll managed.
And even though his men were drunk, they instantly knew their boss was in trouble. They grabbed their guns and aimed it at hooded figure.
Suddenly, Kroll found himself flying as the hooded figure Forced Push him and brought out a lightsaber, which gave a snap hiss as a red light emerged, slicing the men he had worked with for three years, killing all of them as hooded figure did an elaborate dance. His men screamed inhumanly.
When it was over, the hooded figure snapped off his lightsaber, stepping off the dead men and bodies parts neatly encircling him, walking slowly towards the frightened Kroll.
"...Ple- please! Ta-take my money! Just don-"
His throat grew tighter, unable again to speak.
"Your voice irritates my ears," The hooded figure whispered unnaturally. Slowly, Kroll was lifted off his feet just above the ground and pushed gently towards a wall.
"I have heard," The figure continued in that unnatural whisper, "That you had serviced some ship for someone."
"....Wh- who?" Immediately as he said that, Kroll managed a thought. He's looking for someone! He raced through his mind for some names and faces, anything for exchange of a breath of that sweet evening air.
The grip lightened alittle.
"He was here." The hooded figure said with astonishment. "He was here!"
"Who?" Kroll asked, 'I-... I didn't eveeen ttooold you the namee."
Even though the figure was hooded, Kroll could see the man's mouth give a small smile.
"I read your mind."
And with that, Darth Alsuis brought out his lightsaber, neatly slicing off Kroll's head, ignoring the tumble it made pathetically on the ground.
Then the hooded figure continued with the direction he was going, vanishing into the darkness of the street.
