Post by Lelaf Ktrame on Jan 18, 2007 12:28:40 GMT -5
Name: Lelaf Ktrame
Race: Unknown
Age: 1 Month 18 Days
Height: 13 Feet
Weight: 480 Pounds
Appearance: His usual choice of dress is a black or burgundy cloak (robes); on occasion a cloak (robes) which have a pearlescent type of effect shifting from black to deep red depending on how the light is hitting the material. The garments always possess a hood which completely envelopes his face in a seemingly impenetrable darkness. In addition his entire body is hidden in the mass of material save for the points his horns cause at the top of his hood. Unless he feels it is necessary one will not usually see him at his full stature in these articles of clothing. It is Lelaf’s decision to adjust his stance and posture so that he is around eight feet tall.
----Skin Coloration:
Birth place: Kamino
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio:
Planet Kamino
Cloning Facilities
Zero-Three Hundred Hours
Client: Classified
Initiating Cloning Sequence
“What have the tests determined about this sample of DNA, Doctor?”
“The race does not match anything in our computers; the age of the being this sample was taken from is: 543 Years 28 days 500 minutes 29 seconds; Mr. Su this is the most mysterious, interesting commission you’ve given me. Who has requested this?”
“You know I can not give that information. We are to use our latest advances in acceleration; the client wants the clone active and free in one month. The time does not exist for us to study this being, and we are allowed to keep only a single copy of the strand for insurance purposes.”
“That is most unpleasant. Upon the release is the being to be aging appropriately for its structure?”
“Yes, once gone we are relieved of our responsibility.”
26 Days Later
A convulsion goes through the massive form, the hearts beats rise from a comatose calm. The head stirs only slightly as the brain waves go off the chart with activity. He can hear voices…outside…yes, that is where, and he can sense there is something between him and the world. Scenes of battles, wars, and victories flash painfully through. In one of these he is spoken to by another who looks like him, but not. Deep gruff tones come from the creature, which sound like they were being spewed from a massive pipe organ—and he understood exactly what it meant: “General Lelaf Ktrame, I here by promote you to the rank of Admiral!” The visions ended.
Who am I? Where am I? I feel no conflict around me, only…peace.
Another convulsion engulfs him, the beats from his twin hearts only increase all the more. There is movement outside of his confinement. More scenes this time of death, not of old age either. He watches as a familiar looking being is over run by thousands of beings. It is fighting back quite honorably, wielding some sort of weapon with black light protruding nearly two meters from either end. A thought comes through, Sith Lord, me. Yes, the being is he. Only a moment later and he is torn to pieces by the masses.
If I was destroyed how am I alive now? Who shows me these images of the past!?
Something gives and a dark energy stirs within. It grows and cannot be controlled, forcing itself out of his body. The capsule surrounding this unknown being explodes sending the liquid he was contained in everywhere, hiding the shrapnel which nails some of the Kaminoan who were observing. Out comes the once dead and still confused Sith, landing in a crouched position, talons digging into the floor, long powerful tail held still. A deep resonating growl comes forth just before changing pitches of pipe organ like tones. He understands the speech but those around him do not. His deep set eyes, more or less hidden in shadow, glow eerily blue from beneath his brow structure. He ponders whether to simply torture and destroy them all or just leave.
Mr. Su enters just then cocking his head to the side almost in a curious way. He begins to speak to Lelaf in that calm manner his race holds. His tones urging that they mean no harm to the creature, he bows low trying to show humility. Slowly, Lelaf rises instinctively reaching out with his mind to Mr. Su. He tries to communicate and fails. This enrages the confused creature that neither recognizes these aliens around him or the room. The being approaches, however innocent it seemed, the beast they resurrected still took it as reason enough for action. He leaped forward talons locking into the Kaminoan forcing him to the ground under the once princely being. Through, the door to fast for any to react and down the corridor to the left, something was calling to him. It was so familiar, so deliciously dark.
He found himself in front of a door of some size. It did not open as the other had. Eyes squinting in annoyance and a sickening hiss coming forth to concur, what ever gripped him so powerfully was beyond this door, there must be a switch. Looking to the left he saw nothing, however, to the right there was a grouping of buttons. Moving to them he pushed them individually to no avail so he began pressing several combinations of them till finally the door opened. On the other side was a long, sleekly designed ship of a silver substance. It might remind one of a crow’s head from the side though it was wedge shape when seen from the top. As the clone approached a flexing of energy happened between himself and the ship. It seemed to have come from the ship; never the less the hatch opened allowing him entrance. Whatever summoned him seemed to be coming from inside. Though cautious in these unfamiliar surroundings with little memory, he could not resist the temptation of such power. Upon entering the ship, the hatch closed and everything began coming on line.
Going toward the aft where he is feeling the pull, he finds a large spherical room. On the back wall are several opened lockers. This all seems too planned, it feels like a trap and yet so familiar. Never minding the caution he begins to sift through the lockers. Finally, he chose a deep red skirting which fit him flawlessly, draping down to the floor. It even accommodated his sleek powerful tail. He chose nothing for his torso alone, choosing instead to move into a heavy black cloak which obscured his entire form. By this time he could feel the ship begin lifting from the ground. Closing the lockers he went toward the front finding several screens one showing what appeared to be a galaxy. Staring at it did no use, it was unfamiliar, somehow he got the feeling he would not recognize even if he wasn’t suffering from lack of memory. A voice chimed in from the ship: “Autopilot engaged: destination: Dark Jedi Temple.”
All it got was a cock of the head followed by a growl. He did not understand its speech nor these symbols and pictures about the controls. It was all useless to him. The only thing he could do was go with it. Unless, that is, he wanted to eject himself into the vacuum of space, which was an unfavorable option. To the spherical room he went once more, lowering to his knees resting back on his haunches. The sensations that called him, whatever or wherever they were, felt most influential in this room. If only his mind were not so fragmented!
Lightsaber: Will Be Double-Edged
Color: Black (not sure if it is been done but I am willing to invent a way. The dark colors of the spectrum are used constantly. I would like to use the darkest of shades.)
Race: Unknown
Age: 1 Month 18 Days
Height: 13 Feet
Weight: 480 Pounds
Appearance: His usual choice of dress is a black or burgundy cloak (robes); on occasion a cloak (robes) which have a pearlescent type of effect shifting from black to deep red depending on how the light is hitting the material. The garments always possess a hood which completely envelopes his face in a seemingly impenetrable darkness. In addition his entire body is hidden in the mass of material save for the points his horns cause at the top of his hood. Unless he feels it is necessary one will not usually see him at his full stature in these articles of clothing. It is Lelaf’s decision to adjust his stance and posture so that he is around eight feet tall.
----Skin Coloration:
Birth place: Kamino
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio:
Planet Kamino
Cloning Facilities
Zero-Three Hundred Hours
Client: Classified
Initiating Cloning Sequence
“What have the tests determined about this sample of DNA, Doctor?”
“The race does not match anything in our computers; the age of the being this sample was taken from is: 543 Years 28 days 500 minutes 29 seconds; Mr. Su this is the most mysterious, interesting commission you’ve given me. Who has requested this?”
“You know I can not give that information. We are to use our latest advances in acceleration; the client wants the clone active and free in one month. The time does not exist for us to study this being, and we are allowed to keep only a single copy of the strand for insurance purposes.”
“That is most unpleasant. Upon the release is the being to be aging appropriately for its structure?”
“Yes, once gone we are relieved of our responsibility.”
26 Days Later
A convulsion goes through the massive form, the hearts beats rise from a comatose calm. The head stirs only slightly as the brain waves go off the chart with activity. He can hear voices…outside…yes, that is where, and he can sense there is something between him and the world. Scenes of battles, wars, and victories flash painfully through. In one of these he is spoken to by another who looks like him, but not. Deep gruff tones come from the creature, which sound like they were being spewed from a massive pipe organ—and he understood exactly what it meant: “General Lelaf Ktrame, I here by promote you to the rank of Admiral!” The visions ended.
Who am I? Where am I? I feel no conflict around me, only…peace.
Another convulsion engulfs him, the beats from his twin hearts only increase all the more. There is movement outside of his confinement. More scenes this time of death, not of old age either. He watches as a familiar looking being is over run by thousands of beings. It is fighting back quite honorably, wielding some sort of weapon with black light protruding nearly two meters from either end. A thought comes through, Sith Lord, me. Yes, the being is he. Only a moment later and he is torn to pieces by the masses.
If I was destroyed how am I alive now? Who shows me these images of the past!?
Something gives and a dark energy stirs within. It grows and cannot be controlled, forcing itself out of his body. The capsule surrounding this unknown being explodes sending the liquid he was contained in everywhere, hiding the shrapnel which nails some of the Kaminoan who were observing. Out comes the once dead and still confused Sith, landing in a crouched position, talons digging into the floor, long powerful tail held still. A deep resonating growl comes forth just before changing pitches of pipe organ like tones. He understands the speech but those around him do not. His deep set eyes, more or less hidden in shadow, glow eerily blue from beneath his brow structure. He ponders whether to simply torture and destroy them all or just leave.
Mr. Su enters just then cocking his head to the side almost in a curious way. He begins to speak to Lelaf in that calm manner his race holds. His tones urging that they mean no harm to the creature, he bows low trying to show humility. Slowly, Lelaf rises instinctively reaching out with his mind to Mr. Su. He tries to communicate and fails. This enrages the confused creature that neither recognizes these aliens around him or the room. The being approaches, however innocent it seemed, the beast they resurrected still took it as reason enough for action. He leaped forward talons locking into the Kaminoan forcing him to the ground under the once princely being. Through, the door to fast for any to react and down the corridor to the left, something was calling to him. It was so familiar, so deliciously dark.
He found himself in front of a door of some size. It did not open as the other had. Eyes squinting in annoyance and a sickening hiss coming forth to concur, what ever gripped him so powerfully was beyond this door, there must be a switch. Looking to the left he saw nothing, however, to the right there was a grouping of buttons. Moving to them he pushed them individually to no avail so he began pressing several combinations of them till finally the door opened. On the other side was a long, sleekly designed ship of a silver substance. It might remind one of a crow’s head from the side though it was wedge shape when seen from the top. As the clone approached a flexing of energy happened between himself and the ship. It seemed to have come from the ship; never the less the hatch opened allowing him entrance. Whatever summoned him seemed to be coming from inside. Though cautious in these unfamiliar surroundings with little memory, he could not resist the temptation of such power. Upon entering the ship, the hatch closed and everything began coming on line.
Going toward the aft where he is feeling the pull, he finds a large spherical room. On the back wall are several opened lockers. This all seems too planned, it feels like a trap and yet so familiar. Never minding the caution he begins to sift through the lockers. Finally, he chose a deep red skirting which fit him flawlessly, draping down to the floor. It even accommodated his sleek powerful tail. He chose nothing for his torso alone, choosing instead to move into a heavy black cloak which obscured his entire form. By this time he could feel the ship begin lifting from the ground. Closing the lockers he went toward the front finding several screens one showing what appeared to be a galaxy. Staring at it did no use, it was unfamiliar, somehow he got the feeling he would not recognize even if he wasn’t suffering from lack of memory. A voice chimed in from the ship: “Autopilot engaged: destination: Dark Jedi Temple.”
All it got was a cock of the head followed by a growl. He did not understand its speech nor these symbols and pictures about the controls. It was all useless to him. The only thing he could do was go with it. Unless, that is, he wanted to eject himself into the vacuum of space, which was an unfavorable option. To the spherical room he went once more, lowering to his knees resting back on his haunches. The sensations that called him, whatever or wherever they were, felt most influential in this room. If only his mind were not so fragmented!
Lightsaber: Will Be Double-Edged
Color: Black (not sure if it is been done but I am willing to invent a way. The dark colors of the spectrum are used constantly. I would like to use the darkest of shades.)
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