Renny

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

Arcas let the vial rest in his palm for a moment, looking at curiously before grasping the information he was supplied with. The idea of it was that the foil was suppose to prevent the substance from activating. It was a kind of synthetic environment he believed. Master Centa once had a run in with the drug; he acquired it to help him understand a peculiar bounty hunter that was on their trail.

Arcas shook his head before pocketing the vial, Mex seemed occupied with other matters. He’d find a way to return the drug to him later without being rude.

He thought on how he attempted to disconnect himself from his former Master and Dark Lord. It was a kind of disgrace he realized in his new environment. He was a traitor to both the Dark Side and Light, and now he hoped to find balance straddling the knife’s edge in between. He gambled it was possible but wondered--often openly--if it was possible for him.

“Oh, Drokan,” he spoke, pulling the vial out his pocket and passing it on to him discreetly. “Mex found this on his hunt. Be careful though, its not for the light of heart.” The warning was sincere as he walked beyond the two.

A few steps past them and the perimeter alarm had started ringing. Arcas grinned a fierce, hearty smile as he started off for the door. “I like the thrill of a battle.” He ran towards the door and with hopes of being first to meet the danger, sped himself up using the Force.

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

I'll get a post kicked out tomorrow. Gotta sleep.

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

@TheUnknowable Thanks for the headsup, I'll try and get a post out tonight

Black Cinders [High Casual]

I'm working on my character as we speak.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

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Rimbaud Building
Omaha, Nebraska, USA. . . . @Polyphemus

God Fist eased himself down in front of the obsidian looking building. The black structure, quite frankly inspired a mixture of awe and fear in the youth. He wondered what this “employer” would look like. With the faintest tilts of his head, he conjured the image of a dark-clad villain with their fingers locked at some massive desk.

Oh dear god, I hope not, he cringed to himself.

Beyond the black, welcoming doors stood Reynard. That sleek, hellborn man. To his surprise and immense suspicion, Reynard was more civilized than he had first assumed. The squeak of his boots were strange, sharp, and alien. In the end, God Fist for all his might had felt out of place and meek in the establishment.

“Good, I wanna make this quick.” He tried to force the spring-chicken out his throat and adopt some strength.

God Fist strode inside behind Reynard and took note of the glistening black room. It was… different than what he had imagined. He had expected some grimy malicious feeling surrounding this employer. Instead he was greeted with a rare, delicate elegance; one balanced between courtly air and edgy spirit. He realized this when he caught sight of her green eyes. Disregarding everything she had spoken on earlier, it was a surprise to him that her eyes had been the catalyst for his attention.

It wasn’t until she had mentioned drinks had he felt it appropriate to speak. “Soda please. If you have juice I’d take that over it,” he said, sounding more childish than ever now that he knew his place in the current circle. Afterwards, he had paid close attention to her words. Felt the strings of his emotions under her them.

When he noticed this, God Fist stood to his full height and made his way to the chair, where he, more or less slouched into. Ms. Lilith went on to explain how she had made her fortune, built something from nothing, and then felt powerless against an overnight sensation. Ara felt pride in her words before being drown in guilt from her next few phrases.

Images flashed from the incident. The moment he pulled that beam out the smoky haze of the fight, the red of blood and loud screams. He opened his eyes and felt Lilith comforting hands on his. Something about them made him feel… better.

But that wasn’t right. He slid his hand from beneath hers and stood up solemn.

I can’t hide from these feelings, I gotta face them… I think.

“Ms. Lilith, help me stitch them back together. I wanna make The Champions whole again,” He said, glancing down at his oh-so powerful hands and feeling all the more weaker because of them.

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

Arcas fell into the semi-daily routine of his intense and radical workout. It was easy to give in to the mindless calling that distracted him from his inner doubt. He could still hear them; the voices of two very different people, speaking on two very different views. Firion was soft spoken and calm, gentle almost, but his voice was like echoing in his head. Centa’s was more savage but was just static noise in comparison to Master Colossus.

The vivid hum and red shine of his lightsaber arced, turned, and slashed the stale air in the large room. He twirled in aggressive sequences that his old master had instilled in him. Brutal downwards hacks and horizontal decapitations that cleaved any droid, beast, or human clean in two. It made him feel empowered and immortal. Too strong to be held back or even remotely hindered.

He continued his unique sequences until his body was more at work than his mind and he ached from the burn. The heat from his blade created sticky sweat on his body and a grim smile on his lips. It wasn't until he heard Mex’s return that he snap out of his Rancor-like rampage. His thumb automatically deactivated the lightsaber and with its descending plasma the world returned .

The large room was aged, dusty, and now held the peculiar smell of sweat and plasma in the air. Arcas swept aside the bangs of his blonde hair and grabbed his shirt from off the floor. He held it in his hand as he went to greet his senior in the Gray Order.

“How’d it go? Any luck out there?”

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

Sith Boy Arcas

“ Life without a path is abhorrent, some kind of malicious, dysfunctional reality.
The Gray Path is a lot more dismal than the light and too controlled for the dark.
Can I really do this? I really don’t have a choice.”

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Name: Arcas Cloud

Race: Human

Age: 17

Height/Build: 5'11"/ Slender Fit

Eye Color/Hair Color: Ocean Blue / Dirty Blonde

Skills: Extensive Training in Form: V Shien/Djem So. He’s a mental sponge when it comes to subjects he has a genuine interest though that’s far and few between. He has numerous other skills some of them are shifty, assassin-like, others are diplomatic.

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“This child pulsates with the Force. He leaves an atypical, inscrutable impression wherever he goes. His unrefined aptitude with the Unified Force is a bothersome hindrance. But he’s worth the trouble.” - _{Centa Hurlon}

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Force powers: Arcas is knowledgeable in the common arts: Push, Speed, Jump, Stealth, Mind Trick. Though a few notable mentions is his delving into the Dark Side. From the Dark Side he has instinctively learn Force Choke and an emotional, unstable use of Force Rage.

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“Impressive, Arcas. Your rage is a unending battery, your hatred a deep, vast well. Let that take you, let it consume you. And in turn it will allow to lash out at the Jedi with power they could only imagine." - _{Centa Hurlon to his Dark Padawan: Arcas Cloud}

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Personality: A amateur follower of the Sith Order had instilled in him the actions of passion, rage, and anger. He learned from his "Dark Lord" mentor that those were the ways to be being free. Because after all “Peace is and always will be a lie, My Apprentice.” Since joining the Jedi Order after his mentor’s death, Arcas has found adjusting perpetually infuriating. When he learned the Gray Jedi, he hoped to find a balance in himself. Until then, he will let his raw emotions guide him and listen the morality that occasionally speaks to his heart.

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“I don’t need your pity, Jedi! You killed my master!”
“Be at peace, Boy, he spared your life this day. Do not throw it away cause your anger blinds you. Pity is the furthest thing from my mind, it's redemption I’m offering you, Youngling. Remember that.” - _{Arcas Cloud to Jedi Knight: Firion Colossus}

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Bio: Born in the Outer Rim on a planet that he has long since forgotten, Arcas was found by a Dark Lord, former Jedi Knight Centa Hurlon who sought an apprentice to take the Galaxy with. However the man was a fool who openly proclaimed his conflict with the Jedi Order & The Republic. The man was killed, redeemed, and ultimately reborn. Through a calculated begging on his part, Arcas was brought to the Jedi Order in hopes of being untainted by the man's seven year long teaching. It was there that his training was overseen by the Knight who slayed his sham-of-a-master. The man was in disapproval of Arcas’ connection to the Dark Side and recommended he meditate to rid himself of his darker tendencies. He did so but only found himself feeling malnourished and dysfunctional. It caused a great turbulence to his "strong connection to the unifying-force".

When the call came for a “Gray Jedi” Arcas felt himself pulled towards the notion.

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“Keep your head up kid, you’re not alone. We’re all working through insecurities. Long as you’re protecting those you love, you’re always following the Light Side.” - _{Anakin Skywalker to Arcas Cloud}

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Equipment: One Red Lightsaber, Dark Brown Robes, Black Cloak. Tomes of ancient knowledge. One of which is an extensive philosophic view of Darth Bane's collective thoughts (Centa's). Another of which is the worn poorly-held together teachings of Skarch Vaunk (Jedi Archives).

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

@TheUnknowable A didn't think about but I guess he'd be a fallen Jedi

EDIT: Just for clarity, I'll dive deeper into his mentors history.

Star Wars: Coruscant Undercity

OCC: I got a sheet done. Its basic and beautiful lol.

Sith Boy Arcas

“ Life without a path is abhorrent, some kind of malicious, dysfunctional reality.
The Gray Path is a lot more dismal than the light and too controlled for the dark.
Can I really do this? I really don’t have a choice.”

---

Name: Arcas Cloud

Race: Human

Age: 17

Skills: Extensive Training in Form: VI Niman and Form III: Soresu. He’s a mental sponge when it comes to subjects he has a genuine interest though that’s far and few between. He has numerous other skills some of them are shifty, assassin-like, others are diplomatic.

---

“This child pulsates with the Force. He leaves an impression wherever he goes. His unrefined aptitude with the Unified Force is a bothersome hindrance. But he’s worth the trouble.” - _{Centa Hurlon}

---

Force powers: Arcas is knowledgeable in the common arts: Push, Speed, Jump, Stealth, Mind Trick. Though a few notable mentions is his delving into the Dark Side. From the Dark Side he has instinctively learn Force Choke and an emotional, unstable use of Force Rage.

---

“Impressive, Arcas. Your rage is a unending battery, your hatred a deep, vast well. Let that take you, let it consume you. And in turn it will allow to lash out at the Jedi with power they could only imagine." - _{Centa Hurlon to his Dark Padawan: Arcas Cloud}

---

Personality: A amateur follower of the Sith Order had instilled in him the actions of passion, rage, and anger. He learned from his "Dark Lord" mentor that those were the ways to be being free. Because after all “Peace is and always will be a lie, My Apprentice.” Since joining the Jedi Order after his mentor’s death, Arcas has found adjusting perpetually infuriating. When he learned the Gray Jedi, he hoped to find a balance in himself. Until then, he will let his raw emotions guide him and listen the morality that occasionally speaks to his heart.

---

“I don’t need your pity, Jedi! You killed my master!”
“Be at peace, Boy, he spared your life this day. Do not throw it away cause your anger blinds you. Pity is the furthest thing from my mind, it's redemption I’m offering you, Youngling. Remember that.” - _{Arcas Cloud to Jedi Knight: Firion Colossus}

---

Bio: Born in the Outer Rim on a planet that he has long since forgotten, Arcas was found by a Dark Lord, former Jedi Knight Centa Hurlon who sought an apprentice to take the Galaxy with. However the man was a fool who openly proclaimed his conflict with the Jedi Order & The Republic. The man was killed, redeemed, and ultimately reborn. Through a calculated begging on his part, Arcas was brought to the Jedi Order in hopes of being untainted by the man's seven year long teaching. It was there that his training was overseen by the Knight who slayed his sham-of-a-master. The man was in disapproval of Arcas’ connection to the Dark Side and recommended he meditate to rid himself of his darker tendencies. He did so but only found himself feeling malnourished and dysfunctional. It caused a great turbulence to his "strong connection to the unifying-force".

When the call came for a “Gray Jedi” Arcas felt himself pulled towards the notion.

---

“Keep your head up kid, you’re not alone. We’re all working through insecurities. Long as you’re protecting those you love, you’re always following the Light Side.” - _{Anakin Skywalker to Arcas Cloud}

---

Equipment: One Red Lightsaber, Dark Brown Robes, Black Cloak. Tomes of ancient knowledge. One of which is an extensive philosophic view of Darth Bane's collective thoughts (Centa's). Another of which is the worn poorly-held together teachings of Skarch Vaunk (Jedi Archives).

The Order of Cinders

I'm throwing my hand down too. I want some of this delicious CINDER action.