Post by Alena on Sept 6, 2007 0:44:03 GMT -5
Name: Karala.
Age: 28.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human.
Height: 5'6.
Weight: 120lbs.
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair Color: Blue.
Skin Color: White.
Skin tone: Light.
Tattoos: None.
Scars: None.
Piercings: None.
Dress Code: Karala is usually seen dressed in a white shirt with a blue jacket over it, and blue pants to match with black shoes.
Weapons: Blue Lightsaber. Red Lightsaber. T-21 Rifle.
Faction: None.
Rank: Formal Sith Lord
Force Sesitive: Yes.
Lightsaber Form: Blue Light Saber
The Red Light Saber:
Sword Form: Three styles. One taught to her by her father that relied on offense and speed, a second one that relied on the use of both her sabers, and a third one she came up with herself known as adaption.
Force Powers: Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
8 Advanced: Master Speed
Force Depressure
Kill
Force Storm
Force Armor
Force Wave
Stop.
Master Valor
3 Council/Lord: Force Hurricane
Black Plague
Saber Control.
Skills: She is skilled with blaster weapons as well as her sabers.
Strengths & Weaknesses: Strengths: Being able to keep calm and hide her emotions under a smile.
Fast in Lightsaber combat.
Weakness: Anger.
Likes & Dislikes: Likes: Kids. Food. Peace. Friendly people.
Dislikes: Jedi. Sith.
History: Born in Evil
Karala was born within the Sith, both her parents being Sith Lords. She looked up to her parents greatly, and wanted to be just like them in power, and skill. At the age of nine Karala was informed by her father that her mother was killed on a mission, by a member of the Jedi Council. Her anger and hate toward the Jedi grew over a course of a year and then her father began to train her in the ways of the Sith at the age of ten.
Teaching her to use her anger and hate as weapons against the Jedi. Teaching her his own style that covered offensive attacks much like Form five, with an added dose of speed needed to complete the style. She would find Sith training to be painful, as when she did things wrong she suffer for it, the most common use of punishment she received from her father during training was the Force Choke. She became easy to anger during training, and through the years became more stronger and resistence to all the physical pain she experienced during training.
At the age of sixteen she would get her chance at revenge as she joined other Sith in battle. She confronted a Jedi of the same rank in battle and dominated him. Ending the battle by cutting off his right arm and right leg before beheading him. That action soon became her trademark as she would cut off those two limbs before sending them to their death. At the age of eighteen her training draw near to completion, learning to use the force as a tool, and saw it as so.
Rising in the Sith
Now widely known as Darth Phoenix, Karala continued to attack the Jedi and kill as many as she could during this war, taking their arm and leg as payments for their ‘sins’ as she would put it back then. She fought alongside her father Darth Deimos, being praised for the destruction she helped caused, with sayings that her mother would be proud and all the likes. When she confronted one Jedi Master, who was on the mission where her mother supposedly was killed by the Jedi. When Karala brought the subject up she was told the truth that it was her father that betrayed and killed her mother.
Not believing the words of the Jedi she engaged him only to lose, and watch her father finish off the Jedi Master she couldn’t beat. “All the people you killed, and you couldn’t kill this one? You need more training.”
What the Jedi Master said still ringed in the back of her mind, but she never asked her father more about that day, mostly in fear of being punish for even suggesting such a thing. She continued her path of destruction and her training until she reached the rank of Sith Lord at the age of twenty-six.
Discovering the Truth
One night she was led by her father to a private place to discuss something. Darth Deimos desire was to take over as Lord of the Sith and have her rule by his side. He even brought up the night of her mother’s death. “She was in my way, the lust for power was just too great, one of us had to die that night. She was the weakest in that battle.”
Fully enraged by learning about the truth Karala engaged her father in combat, the battle lasted for what felt like forever, until Darth Deimos stopped playing around and used a style of combat he never taught his daughter to gain the win, and in a twist of irony he cut off the right arm and leg of Karala to end the battle. “It appeared you have loss. And all it costed you was an arm and a leg.”
He left her for dead in the middle of nowhere, going back to the Sith and declaring that Karala betrayed them and attacked him. Karala just lying there defeated, wanting to die was founded by family that lived in a town nearby. They took her to experts that could replace her loss limbs with robotic ones that appeared human just like her old limbs. She stayed with the family until she could get back on her feet, she left them heading for the only place she knew could help her, the Jedi.
Joining the Jedi
At first she was highly distrusted among the Jedi, and carefully watched after joining with them. Her main issues with the Jedi at that time were of course her past sins, and the anger she still used as a weapon. After a time of learning another style she was taught how to control her anger, and no longer use it as a strength as she learned it was a weakness. To suppress her anger and other emotions she hid them behind the mask of a smile, and a polite tone when she spoke or was spoken to.
With information on the Sith she became a useful member in the Jedi, and after some time she gained some trust while others still would not. She got another lightsaber made for her, colored blue so she could use both that and her old lightsaber formed in the Sith, adapting to a new style that revolved around using two lightsabers. Later she taught herself to adapt to any surroundings she may have, so she could better herself as a warrior.
She even went as far as replacing her old cyborg arm and leg with a better one, covers in a kind of metal strong enough to withstand lightsaber attacks, and was strong enough to add more damage when she punch or kicked someone with her new right arm and leg. It would be a year later at the age of twenty-seven that she would meet her father again in combat.
Revenge & Leaving the Jedi
Fate would lead her and her father to meet again on yet another mission. After exchanging words they crossed sabers. Using her new style with both her sabers and her adaption style to over come him at the get go, fighting back against his force powers, and near the end she would have him on his knees, cutting off his right arm and leg and then holding both sabers on the opposite sides of his neck. “It appears you have loss. And all it costed you was an arm and a leg.” After quoting his words of victory in their last encounter she took her life, and her revenge was relieved.
Later she came to resent the Jedi ways, and disagree with their rules and teachings, and this would lead to her leaving the Jedi and becoming a sort of Rouge. Going back to the town and the family that found her near death in the middle of nowhere she began training by herself. Learning how to fire and use other weapons, and being given the T-21 Rifle as a parting gift, the rifle she used during her training with the family. Now she continues to walk the path she feels she was meant to walk, neither Jedi nor Sith, but she considered both to be her enemy.
Role Play Sample: The heat was almost unbearable, walking on the desert ground in the middle of nowhere, the sky above being covered in clouds, the sun hiding behind one of the many clouds passing through the sky. A man at six feet four walked across the desert sand. Dressed in black robes, and a red mask on his face, through it you could see his blood red eyes, and his expression couldn’t be read behind the mask.
Behind him was a woman with long blue hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes that appeared cold as ice. Her expression was also unreadable but not because she was hiding behind a mask, but because she was trained to hide such expressions. She too was covered in black robes, taking down her hood to reveal more of her long hair that blew in the wind.
“Why have you brought me here?” she asked.
“This was the place, that your mother was met with death. On the ground under your feet.”
Karala emotionless expression began to crack a little, she stepped back to look down on the ground where her mother died. Her right-hand fingers closed to form a fist, and if there was a wall nearby she would’ve banged her fist against it. Her anger and hate for the Jedi rising at the very thought of her mother’s death.
“It angers you doesn’t it?” Darth Deimos asked turning around to face his daughter. “You have been trained well my daughter. To think that now you are a Sith Lord, just like your mother before you. The Sith never was more powerful than right now, what a perfect time to strike.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I brought you out here to make you an offer. You see, I plan to overthrow the current Lord of the Sith from his throne, and take over as the one and only Lord of the Sith. I want you to be my right hand, to rule by my side.”
Karala emotionless expression left her face as now it was cover in surprise. What he was asking sounded like madness, he may have been powerful, but Karala was convinced that the current Lord of the Sith overthrew him in power.
“Have you gone mad? Aren’t we supposed to be on the same side? Do you have any idea what could happen to you—?”
“You sound just like your mother... She too doubted my power, my will to take over as Lord of the Sith. She wouldn’t allow it, which is why she is no longer with us.”
Karala eyes widen, the shock growing and growing on her face. She couldn’t believe it. The words of the Jedi were true. They never killed her mother. It was him all along. He was the one that took her life, and for what? Because he was power hungry. The shock on her face was wiped away as her anger grew and she moved her left hand onto her saber hilt, and lifted it up, igniting the red saber blade from the hilt.
“IT WAS YOU?! FATHER HOW COULD YOU?! SHE WAS YOUR WIFE!”
“Even after all this time you still do not understand? Power is the only thing of importance, power of the Force, power over the Dark Side.”
“YOU LIED TO ME!”
“But it is because of those lies, that you are strong. You are no longer the weak girl I remember, now you are stronger than your mother ever was, or could be.”
“DAMN YOU!”
Darth Deimos quickly ignited his own purple saber and blocked the swing from his daughter’s blade as they engaged in combat.
Age: 28.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human.
Height: 5'6.
Weight: 120lbs.
Eye Color: Blue.
Hair Color: Blue.
Skin Color: White.
Skin tone: Light.
Tattoos: None.
Scars: None.
Piercings: None.
Dress Code: Karala is usually seen dressed in a white shirt with a blue jacket over it, and blue pants to match with black shoes.
Weapons: Blue Lightsaber. Red Lightsaber. T-21 Rifle.
Faction: None.
Rank: Formal Sith Lord
Force Sesitive: Yes.
Lightsaber Form: Blue Light Saber
The Red Light Saber:
Sword Form: Three styles. One taught to her by her father that relied on offense and speed, a second one that relied on the use of both her sabers, and a third one she came up with herself known as adaption.
Force Powers: Council/Lord: All Basic - All Improved - 8 Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
8 Advanced: Master Speed
Force Depressure
Kill
Force Storm
Force Armor
Force Wave
Stop.
Master Valor
3 Council/Lord: Force Hurricane
Black Plague
Saber Control.
Skills: She is skilled with blaster weapons as well as her sabers.
Strengths & Weaknesses: Strengths: Being able to keep calm and hide her emotions under a smile.
Fast in Lightsaber combat.
Weakness: Anger.
Likes & Dislikes: Likes: Kids. Food. Peace. Friendly people.
Dislikes: Jedi. Sith.
History: Born in Evil
Karala was born within the Sith, both her parents being Sith Lords. She looked up to her parents greatly, and wanted to be just like them in power, and skill. At the age of nine Karala was informed by her father that her mother was killed on a mission, by a member of the Jedi Council. Her anger and hate toward the Jedi grew over a course of a year and then her father began to train her in the ways of the Sith at the age of ten.
Teaching her to use her anger and hate as weapons against the Jedi. Teaching her his own style that covered offensive attacks much like Form five, with an added dose of speed needed to complete the style. She would find Sith training to be painful, as when she did things wrong she suffer for it, the most common use of punishment she received from her father during training was the Force Choke. She became easy to anger during training, and through the years became more stronger and resistence to all the physical pain she experienced during training.
At the age of sixteen she would get her chance at revenge as she joined other Sith in battle. She confronted a Jedi of the same rank in battle and dominated him. Ending the battle by cutting off his right arm and right leg before beheading him. That action soon became her trademark as she would cut off those two limbs before sending them to their death. At the age of eighteen her training draw near to completion, learning to use the force as a tool, and saw it as so.
Rising in the Sith
Now widely known as Darth Phoenix, Karala continued to attack the Jedi and kill as many as she could during this war, taking their arm and leg as payments for their ‘sins’ as she would put it back then. She fought alongside her father Darth Deimos, being praised for the destruction she helped caused, with sayings that her mother would be proud and all the likes. When she confronted one Jedi Master, who was on the mission where her mother supposedly was killed by the Jedi. When Karala brought the subject up she was told the truth that it was her father that betrayed and killed her mother.
Not believing the words of the Jedi she engaged him only to lose, and watch her father finish off the Jedi Master she couldn’t beat. “All the people you killed, and you couldn’t kill this one? You need more training.”
What the Jedi Master said still ringed in the back of her mind, but she never asked her father more about that day, mostly in fear of being punish for even suggesting such a thing. She continued her path of destruction and her training until she reached the rank of Sith Lord at the age of twenty-six.
Discovering the Truth
One night she was led by her father to a private place to discuss something. Darth Deimos desire was to take over as Lord of the Sith and have her rule by his side. He even brought up the night of her mother’s death. “She was in my way, the lust for power was just too great, one of us had to die that night. She was the weakest in that battle.”
Fully enraged by learning about the truth Karala engaged her father in combat, the battle lasted for what felt like forever, until Darth Deimos stopped playing around and used a style of combat he never taught his daughter to gain the win, and in a twist of irony he cut off the right arm and leg of Karala to end the battle. “It appeared you have loss. And all it costed you was an arm and a leg.”
He left her for dead in the middle of nowhere, going back to the Sith and declaring that Karala betrayed them and attacked him. Karala just lying there defeated, wanting to die was founded by family that lived in a town nearby. They took her to experts that could replace her loss limbs with robotic ones that appeared human just like her old limbs. She stayed with the family until she could get back on her feet, she left them heading for the only place she knew could help her, the Jedi.
Joining the Jedi
At first she was highly distrusted among the Jedi, and carefully watched after joining with them. Her main issues with the Jedi at that time were of course her past sins, and the anger she still used as a weapon. After a time of learning another style she was taught how to control her anger, and no longer use it as a strength as she learned it was a weakness. To suppress her anger and other emotions she hid them behind the mask of a smile, and a polite tone when she spoke or was spoken to.
With information on the Sith she became a useful member in the Jedi, and after some time she gained some trust while others still would not. She got another lightsaber made for her, colored blue so she could use both that and her old lightsaber formed in the Sith, adapting to a new style that revolved around using two lightsabers. Later she taught herself to adapt to any surroundings she may have, so she could better herself as a warrior.
She even went as far as replacing her old cyborg arm and leg with a better one, covers in a kind of metal strong enough to withstand lightsaber attacks, and was strong enough to add more damage when she punch or kicked someone with her new right arm and leg. It would be a year later at the age of twenty-seven that she would meet her father again in combat.
Revenge & Leaving the Jedi
Fate would lead her and her father to meet again on yet another mission. After exchanging words they crossed sabers. Using her new style with both her sabers and her adaption style to over come him at the get go, fighting back against his force powers, and near the end she would have him on his knees, cutting off his right arm and leg and then holding both sabers on the opposite sides of his neck. “It appears you have loss. And all it costed you was an arm and a leg.” After quoting his words of victory in their last encounter she took her life, and her revenge was relieved.
Later she came to resent the Jedi ways, and disagree with their rules and teachings, and this would lead to her leaving the Jedi and becoming a sort of Rouge. Going back to the town and the family that found her near death in the middle of nowhere she began training by herself. Learning how to fire and use other weapons, and being given the T-21 Rifle as a parting gift, the rifle she used during her training with the family. Now she continues to walk the path she feels she was meant to walk, neither Jedi nor Sith, but she considered both to be her enemy.
Role Play Sample: The heat was almost unbearable, walking on the desert ground in the middle of nowhere, the sky above being covered in clouds, the sun hiding behind one of the many clouds passing through the sky. A man at six feet four walked across the desert sand. Dressed in black robes, and a red mask on his face, through it you could see his blood red eyes, and his expression couldn’t be read behind the mask.
Behind him was a woman with long blue hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes that appeared cold as ice. Her expression was also unreadable but not because she was hiding behind a mask, but because she was trained to hide such expressions. She too was covered in black robes, taking down her hood to reveal more of her long hair that blew in the wind.
“Why have you brought me here?” she asked.
“This was the place, that your mother was met with death. On the ground under your feet.”
Karala emotionless expression began to crack a little, she stepped back to look down on the ground where her mother died. Her right-hand fingers closed to form a fist, and if there was a wall nearby she would’ve banged her fist against it. Her anger and hate for the Jedi rising at the very thought of her mother’s death.
“It angers you doesn’t it?” Darth Deimos asked turning around to face his daughter. “You have been trained well my daughter. To think that now you are a Sith Lord, just like your mother before you. The Sith never was more powerful than right now, what a perfect time to strike.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I brought you out here to make you an offer. You see, I plan to overthrow the current Lord of the Sith from his throne, and take over as the one and only Lord of the Sith. I want you to be my right hand, to rule by my side.”
Karala emotionless expression left her face as now it was cover in surprise. What he was asking sounded like madness, he may have been powerful, but Karala was convinced that the current Lord of the Sith overthrew him in power.
“Have you gone mad? Aren’t we supposed to be on the same side? Do you have any idea what could happen to you—?”
“You sound just like your mother... She too doubted my power, my will to take over as Lord of the Sith. She wouldn’t allow it, which is why she is no longer with us.”
Karala eyes widen, the shock growing and growing on her face. She couldn’t believe it. The words of the Jedi were true. They never killed her mother. It was him all along. He was the one that took her life, and for what? Because he was power hungry. The shock on her face was wiped away as her anger grew and she moved her left hand onto her saber hilt, and lifted it up, igniting the red saber blade from the hilt.
“IT WAS YOU?! FATHER HOW COULD YOU?! SHE WAS YOUR WIFE!”
“Even after all this time you still do not understand? Power is the only thing of importance, power of the Force, power over the Dark Side.”
“YOU LIED TO ME!”
“But it is because of those lies, that you are strong. You are no longer the weak girl I remember, now you are stronger than your mother ever was, or could be.”
“DAMN YOU!”
Darth Deimos quickly ignited his own purple saber and blocked the swing from his daughter’s blade as they engaged in combat.