Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2012 21:12:47 GMT -5
* Name-General Grievous
* Age-Unknown
* Gender-Male
* Species-Kaleesh
* Affiliation-Separatist Droid Army, Confederacy
* Home-world-Kalee
* Appearance-Grievous stands in at 7"1, towering over most. His appearance is menacing. A cyborg. His body is crafted of metal and gears. It's color seems to be that of ivory, with a blackish/grey trim. His head is much like a mask, his eyes are bright yellow with black slits for pupils, surrounded by red flesh.
Grevious, when faced with conflict, can seperate his two large arms into four, allowing him to wield multiple weapons. He can often be seen wearing a large cloak/cape. The inside of it red, the outside black.
* Weapons- Grievous's body is a killing machine itself. His limbs can twists, spin and bend in ways no-one would deem possible. His feet are covered in talon like 'toes'. He can be seen with four lightsabres. One his own. The other three he took as tokens from the Jedi's he's killed. Two guns/blasters. Body-Guards. A droid army. His large battle ship named 'the Invisible Hand' as well as others he uses.
* Bio (short version)-Grevious was born on Kalee. An angry being, being born in a time when his planet was over-run by the Huks, a species to advanced for his. His father decided to channel his sons anger by teaching :oto use a slugger rifle. By the age of 14, Grevious had racked up more Huk kills than most soldiers, by time he had become and adult, he had the most huk kills on his planet. Soon after, he found the love of his life. A warrior woman who soon after died in battle. Overwhelmed with sadness, Grievous attempted to barter with the gods to bring her back. they were silent....
Soon, Grievous had gone into battle with a team of Rebels against the Huks. After sustaining severe injury, Grievous was transformed by the Separatists. Into something unimaginable. A monster. He was trained by the Sith, Count Dooku and Darth Sidious alike. He is now the leader of the Droid Army and a has a high up seat in the Sith order.
* Sample RP-Grievous tapped his metal fingers on the metal control board, his cloak flowing over his shoulder. He stared at the opposing ship, in thought.
"Fire."
His voice was monotonous, laced with a raspy ending. A thick cough followed it, forcing him to double over momentarily, his eyes slid upwards, staring at the ship.
THOOM!
The sound rang out, a bright flash of red light emerged in his peripherals and in a moment, the light had met with the side of the opposing ship. A larger light emerged, forcing the ship to twist and turn only furthering the destruction of the enemies fleet.
"Again!"
Yet another projectile was fired, meeting another position in the ship, it began to break in two. Grievous had no remorse, he simply stared on as it broke and snapped, thousands dying. Thousands suffering....then the pods started flying through space.
"No Survivors."
Another cough, that of pain. Although it didn't bother Grievous much, the pain was tolerable. The droid in the pilot seat twisted it's head towards him.
'Roger, Roger'
And in a matter of moments, there was no survivors, whatsoever.
Yourself
Name-BlakeReid
Age-17
Years of (RP) experience-4
Character Roster
Just Grievous
* Age-Unknown
* Gender-Male
* Species-Kaleesh
* Affiliation-Separatist Droid Army, Confederacy
* Home-world-Kalee
* Appearance-Grievous stands in at 7"1, towering over most. His appearance is menacing. A cyborg. His body is crafted of metal and gears. It's color seems to be that of ivory, with a blackish/grey trim. His head is much like a mask, his eyes are bright yellow with black slits for pupils, surrounded by red flesh.
Grevious, when faced with conflict, can seperate his two large arms into four, allowing him to wield multiple weapons. He can often be seen wearing a large cloak/cape. The inside of it red, the outside black.
* Weapons- Grievous's body is a killing machine itself. His limbs can twists, spin and bend in ways no-one would deem possible. His feet are covered in talon like 'toes'. He can be seen with four lightsabres. One his own. The other three he took as tokens from the Jedi's he's killed. Two guns/blasters. Body-Guards. A droid army. His large battle ship named 'the Invisible Hand' as well as others he uses.
* Bio (short version)-Grevious was born on Kalee. An angry being, being born in a time when his planet was over-run by the Huks, a species to advanced for his. His father decided to channel his sons anger by teaching :oto use a slugger rifle. By the age of 14, Grevious had racked up more Huk kills than most soldiers, by time he had become and adult, he had the most huk kills on his planet. Soon after, he found the love of his life. A warrior woman who soon after died in battle. Overwhelmed with sadness, Grievous attempted to barter with the gods to bring her back. they were silent....
Soon, Grievous had gone into battle with a team of Rebels against the Huks. After sustaining severe injury, Grievous was transformed by the Separatists. Into something unimaginable. A monster. He was trained by the Sith, Count Dooku and Darth Sidious alike. He is now the leader of the Droid Army and a has a high up seat in the Sith order.
* Sample RP-Grievous tapped his metal fingers on the metal control board, his cloak flowing over his shoulder. He stared at the opposing ship, in thought.
"Fire."
His voice was monotonous, laced with a raspy ending. A thick cough followed it, forcing him to double over momentarily, his eyes slid upwards, staring at the ship.
THOOM!
The sound rang out, a bright flash of red light emerged in his peripherals and in a moment, the light had met with the side of the opposing ship. A larger light emerged, forcing the ship to twist and turn only furthering the destruction of the enemies fleet.
"Again!"
Yet another projectile was fired, meeting another position in the ship, it began to break in two. Grievous had no remorse, he simply stared on as it broke and snapped, thousands dying. Thousands suffering....then the pods started flying through space.
"No Survivors."
Another cough, that of pain. Although it didn't bother Grievous much, the pain was tolerable. The droid in the pilot seat twisted it's head towards him.
'Roger, Roger'
And in a matter of moments, there was no survivors, whatsoever.
Yourself
Name-BlakeReid
Age-17
Years of (RP) experience-4
Character Roster
Just Grievous
