Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2012 17:56:52 GMT -5
Name- Kastor Vek (Darth Vadion)
* Age- 23
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Sith
* Home-world- Coruscant
* Appearance- Kastor Stands at 5'10 inches tall with a square jaw and broad shoulders. His rough life growing up on Bandomeer as a member of Agricorp has fashioned his body into sinewy muscle. His skin tanned slightly from long hot days in the sun. He has sandy brown hair with bangs that fall before his eyes and his hairline extends back down almost to his shoulders. A pair of Icey blue eyes mask the forced maturity and disdain he bears on his otherwise youthfull and carefree face.
For clothing he wears black training pants that are slim fitting yet loose enough to allow him to move expertly. His feet are covered by a pair of knee high black leather flight boots with several buckles around them. Around his waist he wears a short Martial arts style skirt seen on many types of Jedi or Sith robes, his chest is covered by a tight fitting sleeveles flight shirt which even covers his neck, additionally he sometimes wears a looser fitting black tunic over the shirt for colder temperatures and to round it all off he uses elbow length gloves with Phrik alloy Vambraces on his arms.
* Weapons- two crimson bladed lightsabers. Typically he uses one at a time but in certain circumstances he has been known to combine them into a single saber staff, or weild one in each hand. When on unnoficial Sith Business he hides the sabers in a special pocket inside the skirt around his waist and keeps a heavy blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh.
* Bio (short version)- Kastor was born to a middle class merchant family on Coruscant and was brought before the Jedi order as an infant to see if he had any Force potential. Though the Jedi did feel Kastor's connection to the force, at the time it was regarded as minimal and only fit for the Agricorp on worlds like Bandomeer where he was sent as a boy to use his limited potential to help restore the vegitation on the frontier.
After several years Kastor grew to become an adolescent on Bandomeer, he noticed thatwhat the Jedi had dismissed as "A minimal connection to the force" was in fact not quite so clear cut. Many of his peers were indeed only barely able to tap into the force and even then it took a lot of concentration for them, for Kastor it seemed that his menial tasks only grew easier with age. He kept this to himself, being very intelligent he realized the potential this granted him. He played his part and pretended to exhert more effort than was required to perform his duties, biding his time until he had a way off Bandomeer. After coming to the realization that he was in fact more attuned to the force than anyone, even the Jedi Council, had noticed Kastor began to resent the Jedi...believing that possibly they had known all along his potential and had simply discarded him in favor of others.
Eventually When Kastor was in his late teens he was sitting in the local Cantina, as was permitted of the older workers, when a small Republic cargo ship arrived and began loading up on supplies. This granted the crew several hours of leave which they quite often spent drinking and gambling...and losing credits. Kastor eyed up a young Ensign who talked and drank better than he gambled, seeing his chance he joined the game with his weekly wages and began slowly. The game was a variant of Sabaac and every hand the players were forced to enter credits into the Sabaac pot, already it was growing quite large. Intentionally losing a few hands just to throw the Ensign into a state of overconfidence Kastor took note of the other players, 3 of his fellow workers, the Ensign and an older Officer, possibly the ships Captain.
When the time came Kastor hit the Ensign, with the seemingly endless bankroll, the deathblow. He came up the exact same hand as the Ensign, which wasnt impossible but didnt happen very often at all. The players were then forced to draw additonal cards to beef up their hands and it came up a "Pure Sabaac", the best hand in this variant of the game, for Kastor. After collecting his winnings and shunning the overly drunk and rowdy Ensign Kastor deposited his holdings and left. Before reaching his bunk however Kastor sensed a danger from behind, from out of the darkness he saw, or rather "Felt", a vibroblade attempt to gut him from behind. Acting purely on instinct he sidestepped the weapon, caught the wrist weilding it and turned it back into his attacker. Realizing it was the same Ensign he had just beaten Kastor fled the area, buying passage on a merchant vessel bound for the outer rim and thusly becomming a fugitive from republic space.
Spending the next few years travelling from planet to planet, honing his skills with the force, improving and learning new abilities Kastor spent a short time on Dantooine, where he managed to find work as a bounty hunter. While on Dantooine he was also able to obtaina manuscript from the Jedi Enclave detailing the procedures for constructing a lightsaber. He had always been fascinated by the Jedi weapon and his disdain for the Jedi mixed with his passion led him to construct the weapon as the ultimate mockery of their order.
* Sample RP- The roadway towards his barracks was incredibly dark. Agricorp was too cheap to replace the lighting once it went out, fortunately Kastor had traversed this path every night since his arrival on Bandomeer. Making his way down the darkened alley suddenly he felt something was off, Kastor trusted his force abilities enough to relize when it was trying to tell him something. He paused just long enough to let the force flow through his body...He was ready, even in the pitch darkness he could see, rather FEEL, the path the vibroblade would take. He spun around quick as lightning and caught his attacker's arm in his grip and twisted it around thrusting the blade back into them.
There was a scream, and a crumpling sound as a body hit the ground. As Kastor's eyes adjusted to the darkness he could just barely makeout a republic officer's uniform stained with blood, IT WAS THE ENSIGN!. Realizing that he was now wanted for the murder of a military officer, even though it was self defense, he grabbed what few belongings he could and headed towards the space port. Bandomeer was no longer his home, he would have to leave Republic space.
Yourself
Name- James
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- 6
Character Roster
* Age- 23
* Gender- Male
* Species- Human
* Affiliation- Sith
* Home-world- Coruscant
* Appearance- Kastor Stands at 5'10 inches tall with a square jaw and broad shoulders. His rough life growing up on Bandomeer as a member of Agricorp has fashioned his body into sinewy muscle. His skin tanned slightly from long hot days in the sun. He has sandy brown hair with bangs that fall before his eyes and his hairline extends back down almost to his shoulders. A pair of Icey blue eyes mask the forced maturity and disdain he bears on his otherwise youthfull and carefree face.
For clothing he wears black training pants that are slim fitting yet loose enough to allow him to move expertly. His feet are covered by a pair of knee high black leather flight boots with several buckles around them. Around his waist he wears a short Martial arts style skirt seen on many types of Jedi or Sith robes, his chest is covered by a tight fitting sleeveles flight shirt which even covers his neck, additionally he sometimes wears a looser fitting black tunic over the shirt for colder temperatures and to round it all off he uses elbow length gloves with Phrik alloy Vambraces on his arms.
* Weapons- two crimson bladed lightsabers. Typically he uses one at a time but in certain circumstances he has been known to combine them into a single saber staff, or weild one in each hand. When on unnoficial Sith Business he hides the sabers in a special pocket inside the skirt around his waist and keeps a heavy blaster pistol strapped to his right thigh.
* Bio (short version)- Kastor was born to a middle class merchant family on Coruscant and was brought before the Jedi order as an infant to see if he had any Force potential. Though the Jedi did feel Kastor's connection to the force, at the time it was regarded as minimal and only fit for the Agricorp on worlds like Bandomeer where he was sent as a boy to use his limited potential to help restore the vegitation on the frontier.
After several years Kastor grew to become an adolescent on Bandomeer, he noticed thatwhat the Jedi had dismissed as "A minimal connection to the force" was in fact not quite so clear cut. Many of his peers were indeed only barely able to tap into the force and even then it took a lot of concentration for them, for Kastor it seemed that his menial tasks only grew easier with age. He kept this to himself, being very intelligent he realized the potential this granted him. He played his part and pretended to exhert more effort than was required to perform his duties, biding his time until he had a way off Bandomeer. After coming to the realization that he was in fact more attuned to the force than anyone, even the Jedi Council, had noticed Kastor began to resent the Jedi...believing that possibly they had known all along his potential and had simply discarded him in favor of others.
Eventually When Kastor was in his late teens he was sitting in the local Cantina, as was permitted of the older workers, when a small Republic cargo ship arrived and began loading up on supplies. This granted the crew several hours of leave which they quite often spent drinking and gambling...and losing credits. Kastor eyed up a young Ensign who talked and drank better than he gambled, seeing his chance he joined the game with his weekly wages and began slowly. The game was a variant of Sabaac and every hand the players were forced to enter credits into the Sabaac pot, already it was growing quite large. Intentionally losing a few hands just to throw the Ensign into a state of overconfidence Kastor took note of the other players, 3 of his fellow workers, the Ensign and an older Officer, possibly the ships Captain.
When the time came Kastor hit the Ensign, with the seemingly endless bankroll, the deathblow. He came up the exact same hand as the Ensign, which wasnt impossible but didnt happen very often at all. The players were then forced to draw additonal cards to beef up their hands and it came up a "Pure Sabaac", the best hand in this variant of the game, for Kastor. After collecting his winnings and shunning the overly drunk and rowdy Ensign Kastor deposited his holdings and left. Before reaching his bunk however Kastor sensed a danger from behind, from out of the darkness he saw, or rather "Felt", a vibroblade attempt to gut him from behind. Acting purely on instinct he sidestepped the weapon, caught the wrist weilding it and turned it back into his attacker. Realizing it was the same Ensign he had just beaten Kastor fled the area, buying passage on a merchant vessel bound for the outer rim and thusly becomming a fugitive from republic space.
Spending the next few years travelling from planet to planet, honing his skills with the force, improving and learning new abilities Kastor spent a short time on Dantooine, where he managed to find work as a bounty hunter. While on Dantooine he was also able to obtaina manuscript from the Jedi Enclave detailing the procedures for constructing a lightsaber. He had always been fascinated by the Jedi weapon and his disdain for the Jedi mixed with his passion led him to construct the weapon as the ultimate mockery of their order.
* Sample RP- The roadway towards his barracks was incredibly dark. Agricorp was too cheap to replace the lighting once it went out, fortunately Kastor had traversed this path every night since his arrival on Bandomeer. Making his way down the darkened alley suddenly he felt something was off, Kastor trusted his force abilities enough to relize when it was trying to tell him something. He paused just long enough to let the force flow through his body...He was ready, even in the pitch darkness he could see, rather FEEL, the path the vibroblade would take. He spun around quick as lightning and caught his attacker's arm in his grip and twisted it around thrusting the blade back into them.
There was a scream, and a crumpling sound as a body hit the ground. As Kastor's eyes adjusted to the darkness he could just barely makeout a republic officer's uniform stained with blood, IT WAS THE ENSIGN!. Realizing that he was now wanted for the murder of a military officer, even though it was self defense, he grabbed what few belongings he could and headed towards the space port. Bandomeer was no longer his home, he would have to leave Republic space.
Yourself
Name- James
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- 6
Character Roster
