Post by jiral on Jun 30, 2009 2:33:47 GMT -5
Name: Jiral Gavuin Laden(Tirius)
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'1
Weight: 192
Appearance: Jiral has unnatural 'pale eyes' from a cross experiment involving sub species adept in the force. His hair is of a spiky short nature stemming from his head to the nape of his neck. His face is young and clean shaven yet he is battle harden and riddled with plague born mysteries. He shares a three crescent moon brand on his left shoulder blade as a constant reminder to a war long forgotten... A place long departed... A life long loss in the pages of time. He is very skinny for his age and height. Being of the Sith-like nature his skin grew pale almost sickly. He wears a white metallic mask with crimson red lines from a tribe of unknown origins along with a robe fashioned out of skins of native creatures such as wookies and other foul beast that wrought this galaxy to its very knees. When out and about he removes his formal wear to reveal a young lad in a black shirt although one sleeve is longer than the other and a black fingerless glove on his right hand covering what seems to be a marking of some sort. His pants are also dark and somewhat loose fitting not being so snug around the waist to cause discomfort. His shoes are of standard military brand.
Birth place: (Quelii)
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio: Jiral Laden, more formerly known as 'Tirius the forgotten' began life on the outer rim. Being that his home world was the birth to a menace of all Jedi everywhere discontent and basis judgment came from all sides. Longing to be with a group whom appreciated his various outlooks on life he joined a non free trading company or a band of crafty skillful looters. Being at the tender age of fifteen by this time and a fan of the mighty Darth Malak for his ruthlessness and sheer power up until his death Jiral had been under pressure from relatives and friends to alter his ways. His parents Telos IV, natives and failed Jedi's had seen their son slowly slip into a void of darkness and despair. The more his father, Gonnagan Laden preached and his mother a Jessica Haycelious Laden scolded, the more tempermental and eager Jiral was to become one with the force.
Coming from a very weak force adept background, Jiral never once thought of a day to train at a Sith academy. Knowing all that he knew of them, none whee to be trusted... Even your allies are your enemies for the rule of two still remains. The apprentice and the master. Day in and day out Jiral toiled and stole and sold to imperial loyalist simple little constructs that he had raided from ancient long forgotten Jedi temples and meeting grounds.
By the age of twenty Jiral had become excelled within unarmed combat. He began work as a mercenary for hire off the coast of his parents home world of Telos IV. Working as a railway guard for a scrap yard agency he noticed a wounded figure in the offset. Given first instincts the better of an other thought he lunged from the rail cart abandoning his post to thrash his way through the rubble to help this person. Once he got closer he saw a fatally injured figure in a black cloak. His hair black and his skin red with black neo tribal tattoos all over he muttered a bit before passing on... Jiral watched as this person died in front of him.
Being a looter first and a good guy later he started to loot the death body for anything of value when he noticed the old empire insignia. This creature had been working with the New Sith order it seems and by some accident or some Jedi he lost his life. A few minutes passed and the railway fell completely silent as to warn an oncoming danger. Just then Jiral was beaten and taken by and unknown force...
At the age he is now he has learned much of the force under various holograms not having a master of his own that can teach him more. Using the dormant energy that his parents just couldn't grasp he made just a small foothold in the doorway of the Sith empire. One with a future of bloodshed and glory within the slain few.
((the longer your character has been alive, the longer the bio must be! please include details about your history, parents, and any teaching you have had outside of the general youngling classes.))
Lightsaber:
((acolyte)) training saber, hand gun
((apprentice-master))
Color: (Sith) Red
Stats
Physical Strength
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil
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5 4 3 2 1 0
Race: Human
Age: 25
Height: 6'1
Weight: 192
Appearance: Jiral has unnatural 'pale eyes' from a cross experiment involving sub species adept in the force. His hair is of a spiky short nature stemming from his head to the nape of his neck. His face is young and clean shaven yet he is battle harden and riddled with plague born mysteries. He shares a three crescent moon brand on his left shoulder blade as a constant reminder to a war long forgotten... A place long departed... A life long loss in the pages of time. He is very skinny for his age and height. Being of the Sith-like nature his skin grew pale almost sickly. He wears a white metallic mask with crimson red lines from a tribe of unknown origins along with a robe fashioned out of skins of native creatures such as wookies and other foul beast that wrought this galaxy to its very knees. When out and about he removes his formal wear to reveal a young lad in a black shirt although one sleeve is longer than the other and a black fingerless glove on his right hand covering what seems to be a marking of some sort. His pants are also dark and somewhat loose fitting not being so snug around the waist to cause discomfort. His shoes are of standard military brand.
Birth place: (Quelii)
Faction: Dark Jedi
Rank: Acolyte
Bio: Jiral Laden, more formerly known as 'Tirius the forgotten' began life on the outer rim. Being that his home world was the birth to a menace of all Jedi everywhere discontent and basis judgment came from all sides. Longing to be with a group whom appreciated his various outlooks on life he joined a non free trading company or a band of crafty skillful looters. Being at the tender age of fifteen by this time and a fan of the mighty Darth Malak for his ruthlessness and sheer power up until his death Jiral had been under pressure from relatives and friends to alter his ways. His parents Telos IV, natives and failed Jedi's had seen their son slowly slip into a void of darkness and despair. The more his father, Gonnagan Laden preached and his mother a Jessica Haycelious Laden scolded, the more tempermental and eager Jiral was to become one with the force.
Coming from a very weak force adept background, Jiral never once thought of a day to train at a Sith academy. Knowing all that he knew of them, none whee to be trusted... Even your allies are your enemies for the rule of two still remains. The apprentice and the master. Day in and day out Jiral toiled and stole and sold to imperial loyalist simple little constructs that he had raided from ancient long forgotten Jedi temples and meeting grounds.
By the age of twenty Jiral had become excelled within unarmed combat. He began work as a mercenary for hire off the coast of his parents home world of Telos IV. Working as a railway guard for a scrap yard agency he noticed a wounded figure in the offset. Given first instincts the better of an other thought he lunged from the rail cart abandoning his post to thrash his way through the rubble to help this person. Once he got closer he saw a fatally injured figure in a black cloak. His hair black and his skin red with black neo tribal tattoos all over he muttered a bit before passing on... Jiral watched as this person died in front of him.
Being a looter first and a good guy later he started to loot the death body for anything of value when he noticed the old empire insignia. This creature had been working with the New Sith order it seems and by some accident or some Jedi he lost his life. A few minutes passed and the railway fell completely silent as to warn an oncoming danger. Just then Jiral was beaten and taken by and unknown force...
At the age he is now he has learned much of the force under various holograms not having a master of his own that can teach him more. Using the dormant energy that his parents just couldn't grasp he made just a small foothold in the doorway of the Sith empire. One with a future of bloodshed and glory within the slain few.
((the longer your character has been alive, the longer the bio must be! please include details about your history, parents, and any teaching you have had outside of the general youngling classes.))
Lightsaber:
((acolyte)) training saber, hand gun
((apprentice-master))
Color: (Sith) Red
Stats
Physical Strength
--------------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Intelligence
------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Speed
-------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Unarmed
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Melee Weapons
-----------------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Ranged Weapons
-----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Leadership
----------------
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Alignment
Evil
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5 4 3 2 1 0