Post by heretic on Feb 22, 2011 15:09:16 GMT -5
Name: Heretic
Age: 17
Race: Barabel
Gender: Male
Looks (be descriptive as possible, no images):
Heretic stands at 5'11 and has the every day common Barabel like reptilian skin. However, unlike his green skin colored society, Heretic was born with a ashy greyish skin and has embedded razor like spheres piercing through his forearms. His head shows a quick patch of silver hair like substance that gleams down over Heretic's eyes.
Likes: Heretic, as his name would suggest, loves to cause pain, suffering and misery to the ones he deems worthy to deserve it. He abuses his force powers on the poor souls who aren't fortunate enough to have any or master up to his level.
Dislikes: Anything that associates itself with "good" "clean" or "right". In Heretic's mind, these are all a matter of opinion, and in his opinion he IS good. He also dislikes his lightsaber, but is not afraid to use it if he must.
Bio:
Heretic is a Barabel who has become very fortunate to have knowledge of the Dark Side of the Force. Trained in the art of the Sith, though no where truly near the level of a sith, Heretic is skilled in techniques that can easily kill the common. Things such as Force Choke, Force Push, Force Fear, and Force Scream are all able to be tapped into at a somewhat average level for a Sith rookie. Heretic's origin of evil is derived from many of sources, but the main one that drains in the back of his mind if the memory of hearing that his father was one of the two men who perished in battle serving under Jedi Master Anakin Solo's command. Since that day, Heretic has promised that any and all Jedi would bow at his feet and beg for their mercy... and nine times out of ten, he'll laugh as he brings the Jedi to justice, even if he or she did a "superb" job of begging.
Role-play sample: Used from my power rangers RPG...
Randy McCoy
It wasn't long after reaching the barricade when the transportation came and picked up the fallen Prince of Sungaria. Getting onto the transport, Randy made the choice to stay standing when he looked out of the barred windows and saw the vicious attacks coming from the sky. Randy looked out in anger as he watched more and more people get destroyed by these alien creatures that not only destroyed his father but took everything away from him. The bumpy ride, however, wouldn't last long at all as within minutes of the ride the conductor, or driver to some, was killed. Suddenly, armed soldiers fleeted the cargo and ordered everyone to make a dash for the location ahead that they were in fact being transported to.
As he walked to the front of the transport, he stopped and looked at one of the guards. "What kind of a warrior are you? We should be fighting them! Not running like cowards!" the crowned prince said as he grabbed the guard by his collar before being struck into the ribs. "Unless you've got some kind of anti-death armor embedded into your skin, I'd suggest we run for now and fight later!" the guard said when a loud whistle tore through the wind and landed right behind the transportation vehicle that the Prince and the guard had retreated from. Randy pulled down the guard as the two of them had no choice but to run as fast as they could towards the wall that was their dedication.
The muscular Prince admittedly was not used to the over use of his legs, being he conquered a lot of his territories riding the horse as a general, but in the current situation he tried less and less to think about his stamina and speed and more on surviving another one of these atrocious slaughterings of innocent men, women, and children. As the two of them ran, another whistling hiss came rippling through the winds as a Sirian laser crashed into the back of the knee attached to the guard. As the guard fell to the ground, Randy stopped and looked at the down soldier. "Are you ok?" "Don't worry about me... just go!" the two of them said to each other.
"I can't have another innocent death on my hands!" the Sungarian prince said as he slowly picked the man onto his shoulders and continued to run with him as the guard held on to the hurt leg of his. "We have to make it to the wall before they close the gate!" the guard said in a panic as the hero of sorts ran as fast as anyone person could with another man on their back and time ticking away faster and faster. The closer and closer that they got to the wall, the more that the door way to their safety was slowly closing. "We're not going to make it!" the panicking guard once again said as Randy McCoy kept charging towards the closing doors. As he got closer to the door, he positioned the man on his shoulders into his arms and yelled "Never tell me the odds!" he said, quoting one of the greatest movie side kicks to ever grace a silver screen. The two men began to reach the door and as it was just about to close, Randy made one final leap and landed inside of the door as it shut tight.
Finally inside the door, Randy let the guard down gently on the ground as he looked at his hero. "Thank you..." he said as Randy stood up and gave him a nod. Randy looked around and noticed that the people who were surrounding him were just as unfamiliar to him as the man he just saved. "Those Jerks killed my people..." Randy said as his fists began to grip tight while he felt himself wishing that a Sirian soldier was in front of him so he could hand its ass to him and then some. But instead, the prince simply looked at the man on the ground who was being tended to by the extras around who had better knowledge on how to heal wounds. "They will pay..." he said to himself in a whisper as he continued to look at the fallen guard.
Do you have any other characters: Not currently
Age: 17
Race: Barabel
Gender: Male
Looks (be descriptive as possible, no images):
Heretic stands at 5'11 and has the every day common Barabel like reptilian skin. However, unlike his green skin colored society, Heretic was born with a ashy greyish skin and has embedded razor like spheres piercing through his forearms. His head shows a quick patch of silver hair like substance that gleams down over Heretic's eyes.
Likes: Heretic, as his name would suggest, loves to cause pain, suffering and misery to the ones he deems worthy to deserve it. He abuses his force powers on the poor souls who aren't fortunate enough to have any or master up to his level.
Dislikes: Anything that associates itself with "good" "clean" or "right". In Heretic's mind, these are all a matter of opinion, and in his opinion he IS good. He also dislikes his lightsaber, but is not afraid to use it if he must.
Bio:
Heretic is a Barabel who has become very fortunate to have knowledge of the Dark Side of the Force. Trained in the art of the Sith, though no where truly near the level of a sith, Heretic is skilled in techniques that can easily kill the common. Things such as Force Choke, Force Push, Force Fear, and Force Scream are all able to be tapped into at a somewhat average level for a Sith rookie. Heretic's origin of evil is derived from many of sources, but the main one that drains in the back of his mind if the memory of hearing that his father was one of the two men who perished in battle serving under Jedi Master Anakin Solo's command. Since that day, Heretic has promised that any and all Jedi would bow at his feet and beg for their mercy... and nine times out of ten, he'll laugh as he brings the Jedi to justice, even if he or she did a "superb" job of begging.
Role-play sample: Used from my power rangers RPG...
Randy McCoy
It wasn't long after reaching the barricade when the transportation came and picked up the fallen Prince of Sungaria. Getting onto the transport, Randy made the choice to stay standing when he looked out of the barred windows and saw the vicious attacks coming from the sky. Randy looked out in anger as he watched more and more people get destroyed by these alien creatures that not only destroyed his father but took everything away from him. The bumpy ride, however, wouldn't last long at all as within minutes of the ride the conductor, or driver to some, was killed. Suddenly, armed soldiers fleeted the cargo and ordered everyone to make a dash for the location ahead that they were in fact being transported to.
As he walked to the front of the transport, he stopped and looked at one of the guards. "What kind of a warrior are you? We should be fighting them! Not running like cowards!" the crowned prince said as he grabbed the guard by his collar before being struck into the ribs. "Unless you've got some kind of anti-death armor embedded into your skin, I'd suggest we run for now and fight later!" the guard said when a loud whistle tore through the wind and landed right behind the transportation vehicle that the Prince and the guard had retreated from. Randy pulled down the guard as the two of them had no choice but to run as fast as they could towards the wall that was their dedication.
The muscular Prince admittedly was not used to the over use of his legs, being he conquered a lot of his territories riding the horse as a general, but in the current situation he tried less and less to think about his stamina and speed and more on surviving another one of these atrocious slaughterings of innocent men, women, and children. As the two of them ran, another whistling hiss came rippling through the winds as a Sirian laser crashed into the back of the knee attached to the guard. As the guard fell to the ground, Randy stopped and looked at the down soldier. "Are you ok?" "Don't worry about me... just go!" the two of them said to each other.
"I can't have another innocent death on my hands!" the Sungarian prince said as he slowly picked the man onto his shoulders and continued to run with him as the guard held on to the hurt leg of his. "We have to make it to the wall before they close the gate!" the guard said in a panic as the hero of sorts ran as fast as anyone person could with another man on their back and time ticking away faster and faster. The closer and closer that they got to the wall, the more that the door way to their safety was slowly closing. "We're not going to make it!" the panicking guard once again said as Randy McCoy kept charging towards the closing doors. As he got closer to the door, he positioned the man on his shoulders into his arms and yelled "Never tell me the odds!" he said, quoting one of the greatest movie side kicks to ever grace a silver screen. The two men began to reach the door and as it was just about to close, Randy made one final leap and landed inside of the door as it shut tight.
Finally inside the door, Randy let the guard down gently on the ground as he looked at his hero. "Thank you..." he said as Randy stood up and gave him a nod. Randy looked around and noticed that the people who were surrounding him were just as unfamiliar to him as the man he just saved. "Those Jerks killed my people..." Randy said as his fists began to grip tight while he felt himself wishing that a Sirian soldier was in front of him so he could hand its ass to him and then some. But instead, the prince simply looked at the man on the ground who was being tended to by the extras around who had better knowledge on how to heal wounds. "They will pay..." he said to himself in a whisper as he continued to look at the fallen guard.
Do you have any other characters: Not currently