Madara: Mangekyou Master

And now that I have built Trinuma, I now have most of the Order of Mata Nui!! Muahahaha.Actually, really love Hydraxon. And Icarax's spinning shield is epic.

They just arrived on Friday! They're in perfect condition. Thanks again Kiba!

IC (Anshar Rune)"Sorry, Manbro. Telekinesis is not my strong card." The Kage apprentice scuttled back, scrambling away from the beginnings of their raft as the jungle rancor swiped at the trio with its webbed claws. Webbed claws. The rancor was famous as a predator with a diverse arsenal of tricks. While the acklay was known for its lightning fast charges, the Corellian sand panther was known to stalk the deserts, blending into the environment in order to sneak up on unsuspecting prey, and the sand shark was known to sweep the beaches for swimmers, the rancor had no specific hunting style. It was the ultimate adaptive predator, an assertion supported by how well the creature had taken to worlds from Dathomir to Felucia. Jungles, plains, mountains and water. No place was out of the rancor's reach.Webbed claws. Rune hung back as Vel unleashed a telekinetic burst at the predator's eyes. "Wait! No lightsabers! I mean, don't kill it! If you keep it's attention diverted, I might be able to try something!" Without really waiting for a proper reply, the Kage apprentice took off, running around the flailing rancor in a wide arc. "I really hope Manbro and Aloe Vera can hold its attention." Rune whispered a basic Nightsister spell to himself, scittering up a tree like a spider. He stopped at a reasonably high branch, roughly parallel to the rancor's back. Fifteen metres from the beast. It would have to do. Anshar Rune began to inhale and exhale steadily, silently calling upon the spirits, the Winged Goddess and Fanged God, to attune himself with the world around him. The apprentice's breathing intensified in staccato bursts as he attempted to sync his breathing with the rancor.

I'd say most lords would be in their mid-to-late twenties or early thirties. Apprentices are evaluated based on their ability to control their power, and on their mindset. A lot of it depends on personality and aptitude. Very individual. We're talking about a Sith Order that is only around 15 years old, which is why the few Darths that are around are those with extensive prior training in other Force traditions.

It's more the refusing to speak to them that bothers me. You don't get ahead in very many organizations by refusing to communicate. The lack of communication thing is a killer for teamwork.Speaking from personal experience, introvert =/= completely socially disfunctional.

Well, first of all, reanimation of the dead isn't a Sith Lord-level skill. Even among the Nightsisters we have only one known (venerable and quite powerful) user of an ability like that. While I have no issues with her using Force drain, per se, I think you could consider giving her two or three actual Nightsister spells, rather than generic Sith force abilities. It'd only make sense if she's been training as a Nightsister for most of her life.Secondly, I would prefer if you outline the faction in a slightly more concise way; say, perhaps "Sith (Nightsister)" in the faction. Third, she does seem a tad young... Just a tad, I'm sure there is a logical explanation. When was she promoted from being an Apprentice? She got promoted to a Sith Lord despite being hostile to her classmates and refusing to talk to anyone on the Renaissance?

Well, they can shrug off blaster bolts without blinking. Tough hide.Will post in about an hour.

Structure your posts so you take it one bite at a time in order to conserve your soul energy and prevent RP fatigue?

 

Hey Kiba! I hope that sending out Hydraxon and Icarax went smoothly, and that you received the money. Will let you know when they arrive.

You should be getting them very soon, I sent it out last Thursday.

 

Haha, hopefully. I haven't actually checked my mail for the past few days, due to being away, but I know that sometimes packages get held up at the border for ~four days (to ensure that the packages are safe). So stoked! Are they bagged?

Oh, the little blue peg/pin combination.

So, originally, Carawyn Jade was intended to be the apprentice of a character made by EW. Unfortunately, as it stands, it seems like EW won't be joining anytime soon. In light of this, I'm changing Jade to an orphaned Padawan. :'(

IC (Twi'lek Padawan):Chuma Then sped through the jungle, weaving between branches, leaping through vines and jumping over roots with force-assisted speed. He intended to put as much distance between himself and the Sith Lord as possible. The Twi'lek's determined eyes blazed an unnatural sulfuric orange, striking a sharp contrast with his blue skin. He had to warn the others.Giving into rage, fear and the Dark Side was not something one could simply let go. Fuelled by adrenaline and fear, Bogan continued to gnaw at the Padawan's heart, even as his route led him to the path taken by Andros and the two Padawans whom had accompanied him.He bounced up slashing apart a tangle of vines with his orange lightsaber and landed in a somersault, before vaulting off further into the brush.

 

OOC: Fight or flight.

 

IC (Jade):Four minutes.

 

Carawyn felt the satisfying rush of hot water meeting his scalp, drenching his dark blue hair and dying it nearly to a shade of black. The voice of Captain Tremaine echoed in his ears. The human had distinguished himself under the command of the Republic Navy's greatest hero, Wilhuff Tarkin. He had served at the defense of Dac, fighting off waves of Grievous' droid fighters in a prototype Lancer-class frigate.

Captain Kaleo Tremaine, 35. Enjoyed grav-ball. Cheered for the Malastare Redblacks. Recently engaged to his university sweetheart.

The Zeltron blinked against the water, mouthing along to his mental mantra. "Emotion, yet peace." It was the first line of the earliest known version of the Jedi Code. A simplified code that suited the Zeltron Padawan.

Three minutes.

 

Captain Marrow. Yes, a clone. But behind the face shared by trillions across the galaxy was a soldier who patrolled the lower reaches of Coruscant on a daily basis, protecting the offices of government and businesses that kept the Galactic Republic running.

 

Jade had never known the clone personally, but he had fought alongside many like him. Clone or not, a life was a life.

"Ignorance, yet knowledge." Two minutes.

 

The Quarren street food vendor. Probably dead thanks to Nentir's stray turbolaser shooting. He may have had a family. Friends."Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony."One minute.

 

Carawyn Jade rinsed the last of the shampoo out of his hair, and turned off the water after a minute of continuing to enjoy the hot shower."Death, yet the Force." The Padawan stepped out of the shower, drying himself off before drawing out his plain tan tunic and flexible brown leather boots. He had come to terms with the concept of dying himself. Fighting against waves of Separatist droid soldiers taught one that. But letting go of those whom he had command, however nominal, over was always much more difficult.As he tightened his belt and clipped his lightsaber to it, Jade stared out at the Coruscanti skyline once more. "Death, yet the Force."

Granted. You are now trapped in a lamp for all eternity.I wish George Lucas made Star Wars' films that weren't motivated solely by greed/marketing/theneedforchildren'stoys.

IC (Clone TIE Fighters): The TIE fighters hung like eight eyeballs in space, observing the Combat Wombat. A Venator had moved to the scene of the Lance's destruction, sending shuttles out to retrieve any survivors on the Arquitens-class cruiser. A voice crackled over the comm to the Combat Wombat's crew."This is a crime scene and emergency site. Please redirect your route away from this area to avoid debris and impeding the rescue efforts."IC (Jade): Jade stared blankly out at the Coruscanti skyline, ignoring the Jedi Knight. He remained silent, artfully drawing out a length of deep blue hair from the outlandish mess of gelled spikes and swirls that he had prepared for the infiltration. His fingers and natural blue nails played with the strands, binding them back into a Padawan braid, even as the gunship touched down in front of the Jedi Temple.

 

Once the LAAT landed, the Zeltron Padawan rose to his feet. "Knight Nentir, with all due respect, we Jedi are the troopers' commanders and generals. And we were responsible with leading them. And they died in vain. Forgive me if I'm in no mood for jokes, tearing apart ships, or wreaking death on any being."He jumped lightly off of the LAAT onto the platform and strode briskly up the steps into the Jedi Temple. "It really isn't his fault. Nentir's a craftsman, a tinkerer that prefers gears and springs to real interaction with sentients. He doesn't know better." The Zeltron pulled a green arm-warmer off, balling it up in one hand. He was tired, and badly needed a change of clothes and a thorough shower to wash off the stink of the underlevels.

Darth Lutra - No problem with the Jedi Weapons Specialist. +1PL - I don't recall the Padawan and Gurrox moving at all. The arm's been lying on the ground, which is why the Togruta had to fake a dizzy spell to fall on top of it and activate the commlink. It's too bad the lightsaber was kicked away.

IC (Twi'lek Padawan): The Twi'lek's attention was focused on Oro, and the rage that guided his mental focus was enough to deflect the "Oh really? Well **** you, you mealy-mouthed excuse for a Sithspawn's dysentery-fuelled ****." The Twi'lek Padawan raised his hand in a sweeping motion that sent an explosion of half-decayed leaf matter up to obscure his motions and backflipped into the trees, landing on a branch, before disappearing amidst the vines and foliage.By the time the leaves and dirt settled, the Twi'lek Padawan was nowhere to be found, both by sight and by Force presence.

IC (Carawyn Jade): Jade shrugged. "The troopers will tag it and probably impound it as evidence. At least until they can find where those criminals got the missiles from." He stepped back slightly as the gunship lifted off and began to streak back to the Jedi Temple, sirens flashing, clearing a way through streams of traffic.

 

The comms on each Jedi buzzed to life. "Commanders. Captain Tremaine and the Lance were neutralized by the enemy vessel. We are redirecting incoming hyperspace traffic away from the area while the shuttles sweep for survivors."

 

At the news, the Zeltron Padawan leaned his back against the wall and slumped down to a sitting position. He could not believe how catastrophic the mission had turned. The Zeltron looked outside at the hustle and bustle of Coruscant, as the gunship flew closer to the Jedi Temple. "Sixty clones dead on-planet. Possibly the whole crew of the Lance blown to dust, and who knows how many civilians dead thanks to careless shooting." "Kriffed up good this time, Jade. Real good."

Part of the challenge of building something out of LEGOs, be it system or technic, is figuring out how to make the sometimes limited range of existing pieces work the way you want them too. There are plenty of times when I'm like, "Oh, this would be so much easier if a piece like x existed." For example, a two-length piece that's half axle and half axle opening (like this) would be extremely useful. Likewise, I often wish a piece existed in a different color that fits with the MOC I'm working on. The challenge, for me anyway, comes from figuring out how to build what I want without that piece, how to get the color scheme right with parts that do exist in that color. Modifying parts to make a new one defeats the purpose, as does painting a part into a new color.

I agree with Baltarc on this. Painting a piece or breaking it to fit one's mental mould doesn't quite work with my MOC mentality.

Dang, an intrepid journalist would have been my first choice to play.

IC (Togruta): "I always paid more attention to Master Drallig's classes." Even if the apprentice had the will to resist the Sith Lord's mental prodding, the burning pain of his now removed arm was more than enough to break his mental concentration. The memories of the last few days blurred past. Most related to the meaningful work of digging up a rocky clearing. Then appearing from a cloud of dust, came a striking image. A cylindrical rock tower, buried under earth, encrusted with roots, and a gaping black hole that seemed to pulse with the Dark SIde of the Force.

IC (Limaech): "It must be the Sith. It has to be." Master Limaech looked up, apprehension on his face. "Padawans, Andros. We must push forward and secure the artifact. Let the clones deal with the enemies."IC (Carawyn Jade):Carawyn Jade stepped out from a gunship as it landed near Nentir's wrecked freighter. The Padawan had left the Ewok to the care of a clone trooper medic.

 

The Padwan rapped the access hatch of the freighter and spoke into his commlink. "Nentir, Elara. Your ride back to the Temple has arrived." The Zeltron, clad in the clothing of a night club party boy, standing amongst a small squad of troopers made for an interesting and slightly out of place figure.

With that cleared up,

 

Praeth Pil'omn +1

Oh, so it's general training to resist the effects of a Force Crush or Sith madness spell. If he has to focus to maintain the shield's effects when it is being assaulted, I've no issue with it. I was more concerned that he'd be able to throw up a bubble-like Force Shield and hold it indefinitely.

 

Name: Praeth Pil'omnSpecies: Twi'lekGender: MaleAge: 37Faction: Jedi OrderSympathies: Reasonably loyal to the JediRank: KnightOccupation: Lightsaber InstructorSkills:-As an instructor of Lightsaber dueling and usage, he is incredibly skilled, most commonly seen using Juyo, a form considered one of most difficult to learn, let alone master. However, he's been trained in all seven forms.-As is to be expected, he is not without skills with dual Lightsabers, and even prefers to use them in actual combat.-Wide knowledge of disguise, able to hide his identity with ease when needed. To do so, he uses technology developed by high-profile company, in addition to using the Force to distract attention from himself.-Coming out of left field is his skill in brewery- he is quite good at making and serving drinks.Force Abilities: Praeth's Force abilities are remarkable for someone at his age. Even though he specializes in Lightsaber combat, he is one of the more skilled among his class. For instance, while someone skilled with the Force could leap higher and faster than others, he could obtain about ten seconds of emulated flight if concentrated and in good condition. While someone could move objects with the Force, he could create a "blanket" to deflect actions of low Force power. Specifically, he can:-"Grab" or "push" things with the Force-Do Force-assisted stunts to an advanced extent-Command a greater power of agility, able to move incredibly quickly-Shield himself from the Force abilities of othersEquipment or Weapons: A Lightsaber enthusiast, he came into possession of an extreme rarity- an orange Lightsaber crystal. This blade he uses as his primary weapon, while his other Lightsaber, of blue light, is used in dual wielding. The first is a silver blade inlaid with nigh-unbreakable black rock. There are various golden knobs and a leather hand-grip for comfort. The second is more of a dark grey, also inlaid with rock- this time deep blue. There's also a grip on this one, however made of rubber. He also carries a machine letting him disguise himself (see "Skills" above).Appearance: Praeth is a well-built red Twi'lek, with dragon-like black tattoos lining his left arm and chest. His lekku both hang behind his head unadorned save for wrapping towards the ends. One could compare his body to that of a martial artist- slim, but with a lot of muscle. He has a face instantly recognizable from a distance- deep, deep-set yellow eyes and shining white teeth. He never wears robes- constricting and heavy isn't really the type of clothing he goes for. Instead, he wears tighter clothing and combat boots, even in colder weather.Personality: While blatantly masculine in speech and attitude, Praeth can sometimes be described as...bubbly. Quite energetic, it isn't difficult to get him excited about things. He aspires to be a Jedi Master, and can even get greedy when it comes to those aspirations. A firm believer in the power of logic, he strives to make as best a decision as he can in every situation. He teaches his students to do the same in combat. Speaking of which, his combat methods are most often practical, based on what he believes they will have to face. He encourages cutting loose and giving battle your all, but at the same time remaining calm and collected.Home Planet: RylothHistory: Growing up in Ryloth was always easy for Praeth. His father was a wealthy man and he could afford to spoil his son- until he was taken up by the Jedi. Like most Force-sensitives on major planets, he was snatched up early on and brought to the Temple on Coruscant. Quite adept in his abilities and naturally a skilled duelist, he rose in rank quickly. Originally, he had a green Lightsaber, but wasn't truly comfortable with the feel of it. As this grew to be a problem, he built his blue 'Saber. Beginning in the war and becoming a General, he was once part of an infiltration mission where he stole his orange crystal. This became his main weapon, and he realized his place belonged back at the Temple as a swordsman. This came rather easy to him, and he was eventually elected to be an Instructor in this area.

 

This is what I hope is the final draft of the profile. Details for Ymper, cutbacks for Madara, and the fact that he resembles a canon Sith just for Basilisk.

 

Was gonna add color, but decided it was too much work.

 

 

Ymper, any further comments? I'd like to have a couple more details on the limits of his ability to shield others.

IC (Togruta): The Togruta glared at the Sith Lord. "About as good as you'd expect for swords that have been mouldering away on a humid jungle for thousands of years. Star Map was mint though."IC (Twi'lek): The Twi'lek grinned, blood running down his mouth. He may not have severed the Sith Lord's digit, but he had felt a most satisfying crunch from at least one of the fingers. It was almost certainly broken along its joints. The Padawan withdrew a second lightsaber from within the folds of his tunic, igniting the bright blue blade. Fear clouded his mind. But frankly, he didn't care. He'd been afraid for several days and long nights now. Watching the trees for silent rancors, hearing the screech of acklays every hour of the night. And now there was an armored man, manhandling him about the jungle. Frustration and anger mounted in the young Twi'lek's chest, and he threw his head back in a primal scream, instinctively tapping into the Dark Side that swirled about the jungle. The Force Scream rippled outwards, causing sections of several trees around the Padawan to explode into a shower of bark and splinters.

IC (Anshar Rune): Anshar mopped sweat from his brow, as the hot sun on Lehon beat down upon the apprentices. They had trudged through the forest, and with some effort, located the rocky beach. There were several fallen trees, brought down by the fury of the previous night's storm.

 

Rune trudged over to one of them. "We're gonna need to move these trees down to the water if we're gonna make the raft. Care to give me a hand moving it?"IC (Togruta): The Togruta grinned at the two Sith, and wiped vomit from his mouth, visibly exerting effort to ignore the pain in his stump. "So, how many of there are you anyway?"If the Sith Lords were observant, they would notice a soft green glow of an active commlink on the wrist of his severed arm, obscured by the Padawan's vomit.