Post by Teh Lord Thesus on Aug 25, 2005 14:40:07 GMT -5
I thought I'd just post it as other people have posted their's. 
Name: [glow=black,2,400]Thesus Forsal/Darth Thesus[/glow]
Age: 15
Rank: Apprentice
Master: ~Slyther Himaru~
Alliginement: Sith
Time at GameTalk: 4 months
Time at Jedi Sith: 3 month
Weapons: All he carries is a Sith and Jedi's most powerful and prized weapon, a Lightsaber. A Lightsaber that he made with his own hands. His most prized possession, the one he shall take on all his adventures, all his missions, a Duel Phase Lightsaber. A Duel Phase Lightsaber is a special weapon in his possession, yet all who he has crossed paths with have never had a weapon of this sort. It is special as it change the focusing of ones crystal, drawing more power from within it's grasp, or letting it's power lie to rest. The actual blade extends to double a normal lightsaber's, bringing it's extreme height to 6 ft. Or it can be lowered to an extent where it could be un-unusable. Yet it would take sometime to train when the blade is at it's full height, it's colour can also change through both of the crystals held in the chamber, in Thesus's case, A dark blood red, to an ellegant, sophisticated Gold.
Appearance: Thesus can hardly ever be seen due to his deep cold red robe, it hides what he is underneath, like he hides his feelings and expressions under a cold hard shell. On his robe has a black embroided lines that stretch down each of his arms, leading to the black wrists on his robe. If the robe were ever taken off, the hood revealing face can be seen, the pale grey that now rests over his body, the jet black hair that collides with his skin. His grey tunic is seen resting under the robe. A tunic he has made with his own pale hands. There is a pattern on the robe, yet it is like undescribable text. Only on person knows what it means, the person who wears the garment. As it draws down to his waist, underneath the black utility belt where his lightsaber is kept, the tunic ends up being tucked into dark black pants. They reach down towards the floor, scraping on the surface before being tucked into his cold black metal boots. The reason for metal boots is for discipline, strength on his legs, to be able to run faster, kick harder jump higher, for it not if he wasn't wearing them.
History: At a young age, the Miraluka was allready taken into consideration for joining the Jedi. His mother and father were so persistant on him becoming a Jedi, afterall, all Miralukas are force sensative. Yet Thesus was a special one, his mother were a Miraluka, yet his father were a human. This granted Thesus to see throughout the force, or through a humans view of their surroundings. As some years flew by, Thesus's force capabilities grew stronger, yet he had no idea why, he was young and he didnt understand the nonsense he thought of the force, and the Jedi and Sith for that matter. His mother was the one who was detirmined for him to join the Jedi, yet Thesus didn't coincide with his mother's descision, he wanted a simple life, he did not want adventure, or heroism, just to be a young care free boy. His mother was outraged by his decision, he were not wanting to become a Jedi, he was a fool.
As more years passed by Thesus's force capabilities grew stronger, as did his hatred with his mother. She had always tried to set council hearings to see if Thesus would be trained, yet Thesus never turned up to one of them, leaving his mother and father to look like fools as they stood waiting. His mother became even more outraged. She even began to drink for the arragonce of Thesus. Though he did not care, he despised his mother, a trate that has helped him to this day to fuel his anger. As time withered by, his mother was forced to take him to the Jedi academy on Yavin IV. She had hired a transport for him to go to Yvain IV, there a Jedi council member would be wating for him. But Thesus thought different, with the 20,000 credits his mother and father gave him, he ended up bribing the transport driver with 1,000 credits, out of Thesus's amazement he accepted. His choice of destination was Dantooine. After his departure he needed a shelter, by this time Thesus was only 14. As he searched up and down the remote plains of Dantooine, he stumbled upon a moister farm being sold, but for 50,000 credits, cheap, but still out of his grasp of money. He saw the owner make his way to the garden, he decided to chat with him, perhaps lower the price, and let a 14 year old buy it. After he introduced himself to the Farmer, his view of the man was disturbed. His face a very pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his will towards life seemed there was none. But after Thesus had said 19,000 credits, the man had sold it, it took him a split second to make his decision.
After a few months settling in to his cosy farm, earning his money by working there with is vaperaters, he decided he would go to Tatooine's Mos Eisley, to the cantina for relaxation and a quiet drink. He had gotten a transport to take, he had his credits which were not much at the time, and he sped off for Tatooine. As he arrived in the scorching heat, the dryness of the sand wearing away at his throat, he was desperate for a drink, and that his what he did. He went and ordered a drink, the loud music heard out on the streets, the brash locals brawling at the floor, so Thesus sat on his own out of any trouble, or so he thought. A man or Sith, by the name Kedar Yves had seemed to notice his presence in the shabby cantina. Thesus and him talked for an uneasy moment, Kedar Yves, now known as Darth Cringer, beholded him to the Dark Side of the force, and so he did, eventually finding a master.
Personality: His personalty over the past Two years of training towards the dark side ha gained him his anger, his anger for all living things. Be it his friends, or anyone in the galaxy that is capable of life. His humor once was enjoyable, yet it has come to terms with the seriousness of the Sith. It has dried out, if a joke were made upon him he would slay the vermin that caused it. Yet the humor of his death still haunts him, the arrogance of most Sith and their ways of slaying each other to prove their strength.
Yes, I know there is typos in there. If you have never spoke to me then you won't know why..............I'm a very lazy person.
Name: [glow=black,2,400]Thesus Forsal/Darth Thesus[/glow]
Age: 15
Rank: Apprentice
Master: ~Slyther Himaru~
Alliginement: Sith
Time at GameTalk: 4 months
Time at Jedi Sith: 3 month
Weapons: All he carries is a Sith and Jedi's most powerful and prized weapon, a Lightsaber. A Lightsaber that he made with his own hands. His most prized possession, the one he shall take on all his adventures, all his missions, a Duel Phase Lightsaber. A Duel Phase Lightsaber is a special weapon in his possession, yet all who he has crossed paths with have never had a weapon of this sort. It is special as it change the focusing of ones crystal, drawing more power from within it's grasp, or letting it's power lie to rest. The actual blade extends to double a normal lightsaber's, bringing it's extreme height to 6 ft. Or it can be lowered to an extent where it could be un-unusable. Yet it would take sometime to train when the blade is at it's full height, it's colour can also change through both of the crystals held in the chamber, in Thesus's case, A dark blood red, to an ellegant, sophisticated Gold.
Appearance: Thesus can hardly ever be seen due to his deep cold red robe, it hides what he is underneath, like he hides his feelings and expressions under a cold hard shell. On his robe has a black embroided lines that stretch down each of his arms, leading to the black wrists on his robe. If the robe were ever taken off, the hood revealing face can be seen, the pale grey that now rests over his body, the jet black hair that collides with his skin. His grey tunic is seen resting under the robe. A tunic he has made with his own pale hands. There is a pattern on the robe, yet it is like undescribable text. Only on person knows what it means, the person who wears the garment. As it draws down to his waist, underneath the black utility belt where his lightsaber is kept, the tunic ends up being tucked into dark black pants. They reach down towards the floor, scraping on the surface before being tucked into his cold black metal boots. The reason for metal boots is for discipline, strength on his legs, to be able to run faster, kick harder jump higher, for it not if he wasn't wearing them.
History: At a young age, the Miraluka was allready taken into consideration for joining the Jedi. His mother and father were so persistant on him becoming a Jedi, afterall, all Miralukas are force sensative. Yet Thesus was a special one, his mother were a Miraluka, yet his father were a human. This granted Thesus to see throughout the force, or through a humans view of their surroundings. As some years flew by, Thesus's force capabilities grew stronger, yet he had no idea why, he was young and he didnt understand the nonsense he thought of the force, and the Jedi and Sith for that matter. His mother was the one who was detirmined for him to join the Jedi, yet Thesus didn't coincide with his mother's descision, he wanted a simple life, he did not want adventure, or heroism, just to be a young care free boy. His mother was outraged by his decision, he were not wanting to become a Jedi, he was a fool.
As more years passed by Thesus's force capabilities grew stronger, as did his hatred with his mother. She had always tried to set council hearings to see if Thesus would be trained, yet Thesus never turned up to one of them, leaving his mother and father to look like fools as they stood waiting. His mother became even more outraged. She even began to drink for the arragonce of Thesus. Though he did not care, he despised his mother, a trate that has helped him to this day to fuel his anger. As time withered by, his mother was forced to take him to the Jedi academy on Yavin IV. She had hired a transport for him to go to Yvain IV, there a Jedi council member would be wating for him. But Thesus thought different, with the 20,000 credits his mother and father gave him, he ended up bribing the transport driver with 1,000 credits, out of Thesus's amazement he accepted. His choice of destination was Dantooine. After his departure he needed a shelter, by this time Thesus was only 14. As he searched up and down the remote plains of Dantooine, he stumbled upon a moister farm being sold, but for 50,000 credits, cheap, but still out of his grasp of money. He saw the owner make his way to the garden, he decided to chat with him, perhaps lower the price, and let a 14 year old buy it. After he introduced himself to the Farmer, his view of the man was disturbed. His face a very pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his will towards life seemed there was none. But after Thesus had said 19,000 credits, the man had sold it, it took him a split second to make his decision.
After a few months settling in to his cosy farm, earning his money by working there with is vaperaters, he decided he would go to Tatooine's Mos Eisley, to the cantina for relaxation and a quiet drink. He had gotten a transport to take, he had his credits which were not much at the time, and he sped off for Tatooine. As he arrived in the scorching heat, the dryness of the sand wearing away at his throat, he was desperate for a drink, and that his what he did. He went and ordered a drink, the loud music heard out on the streets, the brash locals brawling at the floor, so Thesus sat on his own out of any trouble, or so he thought. A man or Sith, by the name Kedar Yves had seemed to notice his presence in the shabby cantina. Thesus and him talked for an uneasy moment, Kedar Yves, now known as Darth Cringer, beholded him to the Dark Side of the force, and so he did, eventually finding a master.
Personality: His personalty over the past Two years of training towards the dark side ha gained him his anger, his anger for all living things. Be it his friends, or anyone in the galaxy that is capable of life. His humor once was enjoyable, yet it has come to terms with the seriousness of the Sith. It has dried out, if a joke were made upon him he would slay the vermin that caused it. Yet the humor of his death still haunts him, the arrogance of most Sith and their ways of slaying each other to prove their strength.
Yes, I know there is typos in there. If you have never spoke to me then you won't know why..............I'm a very lazy person.
