Post by Malask Ragnus on Jan 28, 2008 20:41:13 GMT -5
Name: Malask Ragnus
Age: 76
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 203 lbs
Eye Color: glowing blue
Hair Color: White
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Tan
Tattoos: None
Scars: Countless ones across his body
Piercings: None
Dress Code: An odd fashion, it includes a gauntlet on his left arm, a cloth sleeve on his right arm wrapped in a rope, plate armor leggings, and plated boots. He's also got holy beads with a cross attached to it, and wears a flask filled with god knows what.
Weapons: Light saber
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Grand Master of the Jedi
Force Sensitive: Extremely
Light saber Form: His own style called Darasuum Bikadinir (Roughly Translates to Eternal Thrust)
Light saber is held in the Left hand and uses four different forms in different thrust patterns.
Form 1: Tracyn(Fire): Malask raises his left arm with his sword/Sword pointing forward, while his right hand touches the front of the blade to stabilize the blade (Do not do this with a saber...). He then charges the person with immense speed, bringing his hand right hand back and the saber/sword forward into a thrust. If missed there can be an added swipe to the right or left.
Form 2: Pirun(Water): Same as Abiik except the the thrust is aimed down. Only other attack after is to bring the saber or sword up.
Form 3: Abiik(Air): Same thing only lunges upward, anti air. A slash downward can also be used.
Form 4: Kyr'am(Death): The one form that is never taught to any of his pupils until they become the rank of a master. It is simply a point blank using all of his upper body strength. With a saber it can cause metals protected from sabers to shatter, with a sword it could rip the top half of someones body apart. Danger: With the ferocity of the attack it is nearly impossible to continue holding the saber after the attack is issued.
Sword Form: Darasuum Bikadinir
Force Powers:
Grand Master: All Basic - All Improved - All Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Saber Control
Force Reaping
Force Repelant
Skills: He is extremely strong in the force, his mastery with a blade allows him to come up with different and unorthadox styles off the top of his head in battle.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths: Extremely Strong with the Force
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Seeing the good in others
Dislikes: Anyone who wishes to do harm against the defenseless
Ship: None
History:
The Prodigy in the Works
He's a living legend in the force, the pupils of the Jedi often call him the God of the force himself, but Malask would say otherwise. . .
He originally was going to be a Sith, they trained him from scratch, from birth. It wasn't until the Jedi stormed the Sith academy on Korriban when he was found and released from their grasp. Malask wasn't a friendly child once he began training in the Jedi order, on the contrary, he was a complete ass to his fellow peers. The masters of the order saw great potential in him, and separated him from the groups.
He began being a padawan at the ripe age of eight, far younger then usual padawans. His master was a great Jedi by the name of Jay Render, and he was taught a form of battle that could only be classified as strange. Normally sabers were only held in the right hand and used in such manor unless duel wielded or if the Jedi was crippled in the right arm. Malask was neither. He learned Renders style in less then a month, and mastered it at age 12. By age 15 he could fight his own master to a stand still, at age 20 he was granted the rank of Jedi Knight.
Rise and Fall of the Jedi Knight
As a Jedi Knight he taught himself the force in strange ways. Ways that could of lead him onto the darkside in an instant. In the end, it payed off, at age 22 he had mastered almost every Improved power in two years time. Malask was chosen for the mission on Nar Shadda which would one day be classified as the fall of Jedi and the Massacre of millions. Malask and forty other Jedi fell to the darkside on the mission, by the time the masters of the order arrived Malask had killed all thirty nine of his fellow Jedi. Jay Render stood in front of Malask and pulled his blade out, little did Render know but Malask had self trained him in another style while he was missing from the Jedi for those two years, he stayed on the moon of Onderon, Dxun. He had lived among Mandalorian Rebels and he had named his style Darasuum Bikadinir, this roughly translated to Eternal Thrust.
In turn, the style was the same in stance, but it was extremely strong when it actually came to the thrusting. It took a lot more technique then it looked like and depended on different grips and upper body power. Render was inferior to Malask when it came to upper body strength, but he was definitely as fast as him, and in the first move, it was Render who came up surprised. Render had thrust his blade forward the exact same time as Malask, Render was tossed back by the blunt impact of the saber tips colliding, and his eyes filled with terror as Malasks blade ran him through.
Dark Lord of The Sith
Malask had single handedly taken on the other masters. Out of 15 nine were killed, the other six were wounded. He went to Korriban where he ran his blade through hundreds of sith until they bowed to him. They called him Darth Prodigium. As Prodigium he reaped worlds of their vital energy, he started off small and built up until several worlds on the outer rim were no more then a ghost land.
He had plans to use such a technique on Coruscant, but a problem came. The temple shook as a class A star fighter blasted a hole in the gates of the temple. It was a retention. Jedi masters and Council men stormed the temple. They subdued any sith that came at them, and forced their way into the chambers of Prodigium who waited for them with his arms crossed at his stomache. The council members pleaded to him to return to the light. And when he said no, they replied that there was no other way to let him survive with his plans to reap the force of all it was worth.
In reply his saber came forth. The council was on their toes, they knew he could probably destroy each and everyone of them easily. But they had a plan, how could anyone kill seven people at the same time? Each member rushed forward like a hurricane. Their sabers were in different forms, and before they knew it they were all tossed back by the most powerful force push ever presented to theri eyes. One man still stood, Jay Render. Jays entire right side was mechanic now, he didn't have a right arm, and he had a massive scar running down the side of his neck.
"Malask..."
His saber ignited, he rushed Malask quickly clashing blades with him before he could get into stance. The two clashed several more times with swings only masters could provide, and finally, Render fell.
"Malask, repent."
And Malasks eyes changed. He dropped to his knees and lifted the corpse of his master, impaled in the heart, brought down by a single thrust. "Master, forgive me."
Into Exile
"Your saber," said the Coucil Member, Malask thrust his blade forward into the slot and bowed before the council. "You are charged under the act of destroying many worlds with your power, and the death of over 12 Jedi Masters to this council. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
"Forgive me."
"One cannot forgive another for such acts. Please, leave this place at once."
Age, 35, he found himself wandering the sands of the Dune Sea. He simply carried a Vibro Sword, and a flask filled with an orange liquid. He now wore a set of ritual beads and a holy cross around his neck showing that he had fallen to religion of the highest degree in order to repent for his sins. Also following such religion allowed him to stay on the path of the light while he continued to strengthen his force powers. Malask had all the resources to create a new Light saber, but like all exiles, he wished not to do so, it would only attract unneeded attention.
He was soon ambushed on the seas when night had fallen. Sand people of every caliber came at him. He easily dispatched their swords men and kept repelling blaster shots that came at him, often they hit their own marksman, but a few times he had to set his blade to their throats. One unlucky shot hit him, and it was that of a bounty hunter.
He fell, and was dragged away unconsciously to a hide out. The bounty hunter tortured him trying to get information out of him about the one they called Malask Ragnus, an exile with a large bounty on his head. Malask did nothing but smile through the entire ordeal, and when the hunter turned in, he broke free of his chains. He toured the base a bit seeing the many hunters and scoundrels laying about. He figured there wouldn't be a way to escape without encounter and decided to make himself the offense.
With a quick motion he broke a guards neck before he could register that Malask stood in front of him. He pulled the sword free of the guards hands and rushed the second man with his style catching another under the eye. By the end of the night, everyone was dead, Malask stood in the middle of the room putting his gear back on, he had several cuts across his body that were deep and soon scarred up.
Welcome Back
Age 48, the Jedi had been searching for Malask for ages. They were being hunted by the sith daily and needed a master who knew how to fight the sith head on. They had searched many regions until finally on Yavin IV they located him.
At first be thought they wanted to do battle, but when the Jedi finally told him their reasons he returned to them at once. He took a spot on the council and was returned his light saber. He was once again titled The Prodigy. The Council had changed but little, they all remembered who he had once been, an extremely strong force user, now they weren't ready for who he had become. He had tripled his power, his muscle mass had increased, he was scarred across his body, and had a feel of power the closer they got to him, he was a true entity of the force.
Malask had came up with brilliant strategies, many of them had worked, others only failed because of the skill of the jedi that were placed in such categories. Soon a great battle erupted, the sith had infiltrated the Jedi Temple, before Malask was called to battle the Grand Master of the Jedi had been slain. Several council members had been put to rest as well.
When Malask came to the scene stress was releaved from the shoulders of the Jedi. His saber ran wild, it was so accurate that it could cut a straight line a million times back to back. The Sith were in shock. They tried to retreat but had put themselves in a corner, Malask ran his saber straight through every last one of them, and finally the only resistance that was left was the weight of exhaustion on the Jedi's back. This wasn't the same call for Malask who wasn't even out of breath and he had only been in battle half the time and had killed more then any other master.
I Deem You, The Master of the Order
By Vote, the council had nominated Malask the Grand Master of the Jedi. He held this position ever since. By age 70, everyone thought he would give up the position and give it to the younger generation, but this wasn't so, Malask knew if he gave away his position the Sith would take advantage of an order that would soon change. For the next six years he wowed all of the younger crowd. He cut down every sith who came his way and it was in a fassion that was stronger then when he was in his own youth. It seemed Malask only grew greater with age, and never tired himself out no matter how old or how much he fought.
It's only now that he decides to step the game up... In the time of war.
Role Play Sample: "Repent from your wicked ways. Lay your blade upon my shoulder, and I shall lay mine on your soul. Lay yourself to the light, and no harm will come to you."
The phrase was one often repeated by the Grand Master in times of battle. How many actually obeyed this common phrase was a whole zero in his 76 years of life. He figured sooner or later the phrase would work without a fight, but right now it would do little more then waste his breath before the sith stood down.
The man who stood before him steadily drew his blade, and with a step forward slashed it, to his surprise his saber reflected from the back hand of Malask and was pushed back by a pressure to the chest when the same hand was brought forward. Malask drew his saber left handed and went into the form, "Fine."
He rushed forward so quickly it didn't give the Sith a chance to dodge or counter, Malasks right hand grasped around the siths jaw and pushed him against the wall then he stepped and turned running his saber straight through his abdomen. "Repension isn't for the weak of heart."
Age: 76
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 203 lbs
Eye Color: glowing blue
Hair Color: White
Skin Color: White
Skin tone: Tan
Tattoos: None
Scars: Countless ones across his body
Piercings: None
Dress Code: An odd fashion, it includes a gauntlet on his left arm, a cloth sleeve on his right arm wrapped in a rope, plate armor leggings, and plated boots. He's also got holy beads with a cross attached to it, and wears a flask filled with god knows what.
Weapons: Light saber
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Grand Master of the Jedi
Force Sensitive: Extremely
Light saber Form: His own style called Darasuum Bikadinir (Roughly Translates to Eternal Thrust)
Light saber is held in the Left hand and uses four different forms in different thrust patterns.
Form 1: Tracyn(Fire): Malask raises his left arm with his sword/Sword pointing forward, while his right hand touches the front of the blade to stabilize the blade (Do not do this with a saber...). He then charges the person with immense speed, bringing his hand right hand back and the saber/sword forward into a thrust. If missed there can be an added swipe to the right or left.
Form 2: Pirun(Water): Same as Abiik except the the thrust is aimed down. Only other attack after is to bring the saber or sword up.
Form 3: Abiik(Air): Same thing only lunges upward, anti air. A slash downward can also be used.
Form 4: Kyr'am(Death): The one form that is never taught to any of his pupils until they become the rank of a master. It is simply a point blank using all of his upper body strength. With a saber it can cause metals protected from sabers to shatter, with a sword it could rip the top half of someones body apart. Danger: With the ferocity of the attack it is nearly impossible to continue holding the saber after the attack is issued.
Sword Form: Darasuum Bikadinir
Force Powers:
Grand Master: All Basic - All Improved - All Advanced - 3 Council/Lord
Saber Control
Force Reaping
Force Repelant
Skills: He is extremely strong in the force, his mastery with a blade allows him to come up with different and unorthadox styles off the top of his head in battle.
Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strengths: Extremely Strong with the Force
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes: Seeing the good in others
Dislikes: Anyone who wishes to do harm against the defenseless
Ship: None
History:
The Prodigy in the Works
He's a living legend in the force, the pupils of the Jedi often call him the God of the force himself, but Malask would say otherwise. . .
He originally was going to be a Sith, they trained him from scratch, from birth. It wasn't until the Jedi stormed the Sith academy on Korriban when he was found and released from their grasp. Malask wasn't a friendly child once he began training in the Jedi order, on the contrary, he was a complete ass to his fellow peers. The masters of the order saw great potential in him, and separated him from the groups.
He began being a padawan at the ripe age of eight, far younger then usual padawans. His master was a great Jedi by the name of Jay Render, and he was taught a form of battle that could only be classified as strange. Normally sabers were only held in the right hand and used in such manor unless duel wielded or if the Jedi was crippled in the right arm. Malask was neither. He learned Renders style in less then a month, and mastered it at age 12. By age 15 he could fight his own master to a stand still, at age 20 he was granted the rank of Jedi Knight.
Rise and Fall of the Jedi Knight
As a Jedi Knight he taught himself the force in strange ways. Ways that could of lead him onto the darkside in an instant. In the end, it payed off, at age 22 he had mastered almost every Improved power in two years time. Malask was chosen for the mission on Nar Shadda which would one day be classified as the fall of Jedi and the Massacre of millions. Malask and forty other Jedi fell to the darkside on the mission, by the time the masters of the order arrived Malask had killed all thirty nine of his fellow Jedi. Jay Render stood in front of Malask and pulled his blade out, little did Render know but Malask had self trained him in another style while he was missing from the Jedi for those two years, he stayed on the moon of Onderon, Dxun. He had lived among Mandalorian Rebels and he had named his style Darasuum Bikadinir, this roughly translated to Eternal Thrust.
In turn, the style was the same in stance, but it was extremely strong when it actually came to the thrusting. It took a lot more technique then it looked like and depended on different grips and upper body power. Render was inferior to Malask when it came to upper body strength, but he was definitely as fast as him, and in the first move, it was Render who came up surprised. Render had thrust his blade forward the exact same time as Malask, Render was tossed back by the blunt impact of the saber tips colliding, and his eyes filled with terror as Malasks blade ran him through.
Dark Lord of The Sith
Malask had single handedly taken on the other masters. Out of 15 nine were killed, the other six were wounded. He went to Korriban where he ran his blade through hundreds of sith until they bowed to him. They called him Darth Prodigium. As Prodigium he reaped worlds of their vital energy, he started off small and built up until several worlds on the outer rim were no more then a ghost land.
He had plans to use such a technique on Coruscant, but a problem came. The temple shook as a class A star fighter blasted a hole in the gates of the temple. It was a retention. Jedi masters and Council men stormed the temple. They subdued any sith that came at them, and forced their way into the chambers of Prodigium who waited for them with his arms crossed at his stomache. The council members pleaded to him to return to the light. And when he said no, they replied that there was no other way to let him survive with his plans to reap the force of all it was worth.
In reply his saber came forth. The council was on their toes, they knew he could probably destroy each and everyone of them easily. But they had a plan, how could anyone kill seven people at the same time? Each member rushed forward like a hurricane. Their sabers were in different forms, and before they knew it they were all tossed back by the most powerful force push ever presented to theri eyes. One man still stood, Jay Render. Jays entire right side was mechanic now, he didn't have a right arm, and he had a massive scar running down the side of his neck.
"Malask..."
His saber ignited, he rushed Malask quickly clashing blades with him before he could get into stance. The two clashed several more times with swings only masters could provide, and finally, Render fell.
"Malask, repent."
And Malasks eyes changed. He dropped to his knees and lifted the corpse of his master, impaled in the heart, brought down by a single thrust. "Master, forgive me."
Into Exile
"Your saber," said the Coucil Member, Malask thrust his blade forward into the slot and bowed before the council. "You are charged under the act of destroying many worlds with your power, and the death of over 12 Jedi Masters to this council. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
"Forgive me."
"One cannot forgive another for such acts. Please, leave this place at once."
Age, 35, he found himself wandering the sands of the Dune Sea. He simply carried a Vibro Sword, and a flask filled with an orange liquid. He now wore a set of ritual beads and a holy cross around his neck showing that he had fallen to religion of the highest degree in order to repent for his sins. Also following such religion allowed him to stay on the path of the light while he continued to strengthen his force powers. Malask had all the resources to create a new Light saber, but like all exiles, he wished not to do so, it would only attract unneeded attention.
He was soon ambushed on the seas when night had fallen. Sand people of every caliber came at him. He easily dispatched their swords men and kept repelling blaster shots that came at him, often they hit their own marksman, but a few times he had to set his blade to their throats. One unlucky shot hit him, and it was that of a bounty hunter.
He fell, and was dragged away unconsciously to a hide out. The bounty hunter tortured him trying to get information out of him about the one they called Malask Ragnus, an exile with a large bounty on his head. Malask did nothing but smile through the entire ordeal, and when the hunter turned in, he broke free of his chains. He toured the base a bit seeing the many hunters and scoundrels laying about. He figured there wouldn't be a way to escape without encounter and decided to make himself the offense.
With a quick motion he broke a guards neck before he could register that Malask stood in front of him. He pulled the sword free of the guards hands and rushed the second man with his style catching another under the eye. By the end of the night, everyone was dead, Malask stood in the middle of the room putting his gear back on, he had several cuts across his body that were deep and soon scarred up.
Welcome Back
Age 48, the Jedi had been searching for Malask for ages. They were being hunted by the sith daily and needed a master who knew how to fight the sith head on. They had searched many regions until finally on Yavin IV they located him.
At first be thought they wanted to do battle, but when the Jedi finally told him their reasons he returned to them at once. He took a spot on the council and was returned his light saber. He was once again titled The Prodigy. The Council had changed but little, they all remembered who he had once been, an extremely strong force user, now they weren't ready for who he had become. He had tripled his power, his muscle mass had increased, he was scarred across his body, and had a feel of power the closer they got to him, he was a true entity of the force.
Malask had came up with brilliant strategies, many of them had worked, others only failed because of the skill of the jedi that were placed in such categories. Soon a great battle erupted, the sith had infiltrated the Jedi Temple, before Malask was called to battle the Grand Master of the Jedi had been slain. Several council members had been put to rest as well.
When Malask came to the scene stress was releaved from the shoulders of the Jedi. His saber ran wild, it was so accurate that it could cut a straight line a million times back to back. The Sith were in shock. They tried to retreat but had put themselves in a corner, Malask ran his saber straight through every last one of them, and finally the only resistance that was left was the weight of exhaustion on the Jedi's back. This wasn't the same call for Malask who wasn't even out of breath and he had only been in battle half the time and had killed more then any other master.
I Deem You, The Master of the Order
By Vote, the council had nominated Malask the Grand Master of the Jedi. He held this position ever since. By age 70, everyone thought he would give up the position and give it to the younger generation, but this wasn't so, Malask knew if he gave away his position the Sith would take advantage of an order that would soon change. For the next six years he wowed all of the younger crowd. He cut down every sith who came his way and it was in a fassion that was stronger then when he was in his own youth. It seemed Malask only grew greater with age, and never tired himself out no matter how old or how much he fought.
It's only now that he decides to step the game up... In the time of war.
Role Play Sample: "Repent from your wicked ways. Lay your blade upon my shoulder, and I shall lay mine on your soul. Lay yourself to the light, and no harm will come to you."
The phrase was one often repeated by the Grand Master in times of battle. How many actually obeyed this common phrase was a whole zero in his 76 years of life. He figured sooner or later the phrase would work without a fight, but right now it would do little more then waste his breath before the sith stood down.
The man who stood before him steadily drew his blade, and with a step forward slashed it, to his surprise his saber reflected from the back hand of Malask and was pushed back by a pressure to the chest when the same hand was brought forward. Malask drew his saber left handed and went into the form, "Fine."
He rushed forward so quickly it didn't give the Sith a chance to dodge or counter, Malasks right hand grasped around the siths jaw and pushed him against the wall then he stepped and turned running his saber straight through his abdomen. "Repension isn't for the weak of heart."
