Zverda

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

Above the planet, three Sith and their platoon of Shock Troopers were planning their attack on the Jedi temple that resided below them. At the present time, A woman with pale pink skin and lavender hair was standing in the cockpit of the starship discussing something with the pilot, a rather displeased look on her face. “How much longer before we begin our descent onto Korpus V?” she asked, her arms crossed over her chest, violet eyes narrowed at the planet visible before them. There was very little blue on the planet as it was covered by lush jungles occasionally interrupted by the blue lines of rivers scattered throughout.

“We are looking at about 15 minutes, but about two hours before we leave Arianna,” came the pilot's response, which just fed into the woman’s displeasure. She really just wanted to get the mission over with as she was perpetually worried about her closest friend every time they were sent out. She wanted to get in, get out and make sure that he didn’t lose his shit.

“I’m going to head back and let the other’s know, we may need some cover, so get the guns ready as soon as possible once we breach,” the woman, Arianna, stated before leaving and heading straight to the area where everyone was preparing their weapons. Once there, she looked at everyone and let out a breath, she hated having to deliver news. “Fifteen minutes before engagement and we have ninety minutes before we leave. Kill everything that moves and grab any packs that you may find, we need as much information as possible about other temples.”

With the news delivered, she went straight over to the other sith, one of her hands reaching out to the male to her left. It was a habitual thing, mostly because he would grasp it himself if she did not. She never really understood why, but it started to become a sense of reassurement for her before every mission. However, this time her grabbing his hand was only for a brief moment before she had to give a look over the blaster she always kept on her, along with the two sabers she carried. During this time, she started to chat in a low voice to Maegr about the mission itself, mostly to express her concern about what he normally did. The nature of the mission was rather cut and dry, get in, kill everything, get out and report their results and observations to their Master as needed. However, there was something about this mission that just did not settle well with the young woman and she really couldn't pinpoint what it was which only seemed to make it worse. When the ship shook, she let out a sigh and stood up with the rest of the troops and glanced at her three friends before her hands patted the sabers at her side. The entries were always pretty rough, but she had nothing but trust for their pilot... unlike the first two who had been found in ditches, killed in a rather 'mysterious' manner.

"So, is it just me or is there something off about this mission?" she asked both of her companions, not at all surprised if neither chose to reply to her.

Arianna's thoughts were cut short as another violent shudder ran through their ship, forcing her to brace herself and switch her footing so she would not fall into any of the troops around them. However, even with that thought interrupted, the ever present thought of what would happen to Maegr rolled through her mind. She normally did her best to stay within sight of the male as she wanted to ensure that she was around should his rage consume him as it was known to do from time to time. There was no understanding on her part as to why, but she had always been able to calm him. Sometimes it went smoothly, other times she would walk away with an injury or two, but so far there was never anything fatal. She was not worried about the scars she received from him as she always thought them well worth bringing her friend back to his right mind.

Then there was Silas, she never really had to worry about him as he always seemed to handle himself well enough. Even if she tried to help him on the rare occasion he was injured, she practically had to force him to allow her to assist. As much as they were part of the Sith, she felt them to be a part of her family and she cared for them as much as one could show without gaining grievous injury from a Master should you get caught. She knew that all too well and the intricate swirls and markings along her stomach were testament to what the Sith felt was a weakness within her. Maybe he refused her because of that, but she rarely ever allowed him to do so, and sometimes that meant he earned himself a solid smack upside his helmeted cranium.

But now really wasn't the time to reminisce about meetings and growing up was it? They had a mission they needed to focus on and she hoped beyond hope that her fears would not be realized. Sith or not, there were some things she could not kill, even if that meant forfeiting her own life.

Star Wars : Rathos' Legacy

Name: Arianna (Ari)

Age: 24

Force Focused: Yes

Race: Zeltron

Appearance:

Arianna

Arianna is slightly taller than the average Zeltron and sports an athletic build. Her wavey purple hair rests at the small of her back and sticks out in contrast to her pale pink skin. She also sports an intricate black marking on her torso that is often mistaken for a tattoo at first, but is simply the scar tissue left from a punishment she received as a child. When relaxing she wears a tangzhuang style robe, though for missions she prefers an armored crop top, black pants, black boots and a dark cloak.

Specialization: Force Utilization in aspects of healing, mobility enhancement and mind manipulation. Often covers her normal sabers and throwing sabers with force lightning and utilizes a blaster when necessary.

Saber Style: Ataru and Niman

Bio: Taken by the Sith by the age of six, Arianna was put through rigorous and deadly training alongside many other children. Out of those that were grabbed, she only really seemed to connect with two of them, both boys one to two years older than her. When one of the boys was forced to ingest drugs, Arianna stayed by him and did her best to help him through the forced changes he was undoubtedly going through. Considering they were never shown any mercy, she found herself constantly making sure that the other two were ok and well taken care of should anything happen to them, and that was what she would do even though she was aware the closeness she shared with the two of them was forbidden.

As they grew closer, Arianna took on the role of looking after Maegr once they forced the drugs on him, only to get caught around the age of nine. Due to the Sith's unwillingness to allow attachment, the young girl was brought to one of the many punishment rooms kicking and screaming for someone to help her. Of course, no help came and the more she screamed and cried for help, the rougher she was handled until she was strapped down to a table. Eyes wide, she watched as an Apprentice was brought in, his lightsaber within his hold, and she was awake for every excruciating feel of the saber burning her flesh as she was carved, the smell of burning flesh permeating the
air.

When all was said and done, she was deposited outside of the room, her torso burned badly, the skin permanently dark.

Equipment:
Black pants, dark cloak, armored crop top, a Red and a Purple lightsaber, throwing sabers, DC-11 Starforged sniper rifle, blaster

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

After her parting words the Maegr, Arianna made her way through a series of halls that she chose at random, her eyes scanning the area for any sense of danger. On occasion, her eyes would fall upon an abandoned pack, or one attached to a now deceased individual, and would rummage through it in search of something she felt was extremely important. Despite the numerous amount of packs however, only two ended up being fruitful with one explaining the Jedi way of meditation and another the Jedi’s art of healing… or rather a fraction of it. Without the full documentation it was nearly useless to her, but she felt it would be far better to study some rather than nothing at all. The fragment itself was more than likely something an acolyte had tried to take from whatever archive may rest within the building, and archive she just did not have time to hunt down.

Letting out a sigh of clear displeasure, she pocketed what she had found and continued her way down the hall, channeling a bit of her force power to her senses in hopes of catching any noise that would hint towards where her target was. Turning a corner, she caught the sound of shuffling feet and whimpering children, she had located their target and all that was left was to terminate. Eyes narrowing, she took off down the hall as quickly as her enhanced abilities would allow, her legs easily eating up the distance as she maneuvered her way through. It wasn’t until she finally sighted the gaggle of children that she stopped, mildly displeased to see that they were accompanied by what appeared to be an older Female… Jedi? Padawan? She couldn’t really tell.

The shadow had fallen. Kyra’s green eyes snapped over to the Sith. She knew that this foe was something the likes of which she had never faced. She could feel the presence of the Dark Side in her. Her very body was corrupted by it. The padawan had no time to think. The woman was on the other side of the younglings and she needed to ensure they lived at all costs. Kyra turned without a word and focused all of her connection to the Force in a single bound. The sudden burst of strength surprised the young Jedi. She tilted to the side in the middle of the air. Kyra managed to recover her balance at the last moment and landed in a somewhat awkward stance in front of the Sith. She was in striking distance, not where she wanted to be. The padawan narrowed her eyes at the purple haired woman, an expression of raw determination on her face. “Leave them be!” she shouted while keeping her saber up in a threatening stance. She did not strike though. She would wait, Makashi’s strength, the parry and counter-thrust.

Arianna couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her features upon seeing the rookie mistake behind instilling too much Force to strengthen a leap. Padawan mistake, so at least that answered her question about the level of training the female before her had. Then there was her clear want to protect the children her group had been sent to kill, which made her inclined to believe it was a task assigned to her otherwise she would not have herded them so far already. “I would think not,” she said, her tone calm as her own sabers jumped to meet her hands, “I have my own mission to complete, and it involves them dead on the floor of this… Day Care.”

Arianna’s last two word were punctuated by the sound of her sabers crackling to life. The mixed glow of the red and purple beams caused her pale pink skin to take on an almost darker shade for a brief moment before she lunged at the Padawan before her. She had no intention of allowing someone who seemed green around the gills get the better of her, or stop her from completing the mission she had been tasked with. One way or another, those children would feel the burn of her Sabers, no matter how brief.

This creature is evil. Kyra’s brief moment of hesitation and desire to use diplomacy vanished. It was now her only goal to see this evil thing meet it’s end on the edge of her saber, no matter how brief. The padawan may not have been the best at the use of the Force, but, her saber skills were close to that of a fully trained Jedi. her master had taught her well. Kyra took a quick step backward, gaining a more solid stance, and quickly brought her yellow saber up to intercept the first blow. She did not fully block the blow, only direct it away from herself as she returned her own thrust aimed at the Sith woman’s face.

Arianna wasn’t all that surprised by the block, but she found the intended attack rather amusing as she brought up her red saber to deflect the younger woman’s attack. This apparently ‘simple’ exchange of blocks, parries and attacks went on for some time with neither wanting to give headway to the other while the children huddled in the closest corner. The longer the fight went on, the more the Zeltron came to terms with the fact that a simple exchange of blows was not going to get them anywhere. With her next attack, she channeled a push to force the Jedi away from her a bit before following up with another attack rather than her typical block or parry, the purple saber coming straight for Kyra.

Kyra’s mind was completely blank. She had no time to think or consider. She had never crossed sabers with a foe this skilled and it took all of focus and connect to the Force just to stay alive. She felt a sudden surge of power in the Sith and braced for the impact. The push sent her skidding backward and scattering the children at her back. Many of them coward farther away from the dueling women. Kyra managed to stay on her feet due to her stance but she was off-balance as Ariana closed to finish her. The padawan brought her saber up and barely deflect the blow away from a lethal strike. The blade of the Sith’s saber skidded along her arm and seared the flesh of her forearm sending lances of pain through her right arm. Kyra held onto her saber through force of will alone. The young woman gritted her teeth and threw herself forward at the Sith, inside of the reach of her sabers. Kyra’s yellow blade shut off with a hiss and she threw a heavy uppercut at the other woman’s jaw using her lightsaber hilt as a fist-pack. At the same time she threw her left hand out and focused a lance of kinetic force energy into a lance aimed at the assailant's right knee.

Arianna managed to avoid the uppercut, the step back saving her knee but doing little to no good for her thigh. While she did not let out any real noise indicating she was acknowledging the pain, the warmth of her blood rushing to the surface of her leg did not go unnoticed. That alone was enough to aggravate the woman, which resulted in the Padawan becoming rather familiar with the Sith’s fist with a potentially overfocused amount of Force behind it. Using the time she could gather from the brown haired female being flung into the closest wall, the distinguishable sound of lightning could be heard erupting out of nowhere. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she hissed, yellow eyes narrowing as she spoke through clenched teeth before striking.

Kya’s back struck the wall and knocked the wind from her lungs. She gasped while what sounded like far off thunder was gathering. The padawan’s head was spinning and the words of the woman she had been fighting were like the wind whistling through a canyon for all the meaning they had to Kyra. Her training kicked back in as the Sith struck, Kyra’s saber coming up and alive with just enough time to stop a blow that would have sliced her completely in half. The power of the Force lightning in Ariana’s blade shot down the length of the padawan’s blade and entered her body. Kyra’s green eyes shot open as the most intense pain of her life shot through her. She screamed, one pupil growing wide as it could while the other seemed to vanish from view entirely. The mass produced padawan saber she held erupted into shards in her hand taking the right ring finger with it. A second later the entire blade of the Sith’s other lightsaber was driven through her shoulder promising a searing pain once Kyra could feel anything again. The brown robed figure slumped to the wall and then to the floor with a wheezed of inhaled breath. Kyra turned her one seeing eye’s triple vision on the children that looked on in horror. “Leave them…” she begged in a hoarse rasp. “Kill me, leave them. They have no crimes. They know nothing. They just… Children.” the young woman’s vision swam with dark spots before her mind surrendered to the promised respite of unconsciousness.

Arianna turned her attention to the children once Kyra lost her battle to stay conscious, her eyes sweeping over their small, cowering frames as the Female raised her purple saber with the clear intent to cut them down. However, Arianna froze just before she was about to bring the blade down, her body starting to shake as she found her mind beginning to really process what she was about to do. Despite how little the Jedi said in her attempt to dissuade the Female Sith from killing the children, it did make her stop and think. What was the point in killing someone so young? They had yet to truly go through the training that would push them into the light side, they were not her enemy… they had the potential to be allies even. Shaking her head as if to clear it, Arianna started to bring the saber down on the oldest child, only for her blade to retract before falling to the ground, any resolve to kill them gone. Instead, she stepped forward to who she assumed was the oldest. Even if they were going ot be her enemy some day, they were innocent for now, and she found that the very idea of taking that from them did not settle well with her. It reminded her of how her life, how Maegr and Garrern’s life… had been taken from them as they had had no choice but to join the Sith, and so many horrible things were done to them to get them to where they were now. “Take them and go,” she told the oldest child, “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

When they did not move fast enough for her liking, she caused a section of wall to explode near them with a rather violent force push towards that area. “I SAID GO!” She shouted, causing the children to scramble to their feet and flee. Leaving the woman trembling where she stood, a mild panic starting to set in as she realized exactly what she had allowed as they disappeared around the corner. Once they were out of sight, Arianna grabbed Kyra, draping the girl over one of the Sith’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes before she began her search for Maegr and his opponent knowing full well she was more than likely Dead Sith Walking.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Arianna had been chatting in a low voice to one of the males next to her, Maegr, before Garrern entered the room while everyone was doing their checks. The nature of the mission was rather cut and dry, get in, kill everything, get out and report their results and observations to their Master as needed. However, there was something about this mission that just did not settle well with the young woman and she really couldn't pin point what it was which only seemed to make it worse. When the ship shook, she let out a sigh and stood up with the rest of the troops and glanced at her three friends before her hands patted the sabers at her side. The entries were always pretty rough, but she had nothing but trust for their pilot... unlike the first two who had been found in ditches, killed in a rather 'mysterious' manner.

"So, is it just me or is there something off about this mission?" she asked her companions, Terminate everything and anything that gets in my way... ensure the mission is completed before we return...

Arianna's thoughts were cut short as another violent shudder ran through their ship, forcing her to brace herself and switch her footing so she would not fall into any of the troops around them. However, even with that thought interrupted, the ever present thought of what would happen to Maegr rolled through her mind. She normally did her best to stay within sight of the male as she wanted to ensure that she was around should his rage consume him as it was known to do from time to time. There was no understanding on her part as to why, but she had always been able to calm him. Sometimes it went smoothly, other times she would walk away with an injury or two, but so far there was never anything fatal. She was not worried about the scars she received from him as she always thought them well worth bringing her friend back to his right mind.

Then there was Garrern, she never really had to worry about him as he always seemed to handle himself well enough. Even if she tried to help him on the rare occasion he was injured, she practically had to force him to allow her to assist. As much as they were part of the Sith, she felt them to be a part of her family and she cared for them as much as one could show without gaining grievous injury from a Master should you get caught. She knew that all too well and the intricate swirls and markings along her stomach were testament to what the Sith felt was a weakness within her. Maybe he refused her because of that, but she rarely ever allowed him to do so, and sometimes that meant he earned himself a solid smack upside his helmeted cranium.

Lastly was Ansgar, their star Commando whom was rather late in joining their rather tight knit group. I the beginning Arianna had no idea how to react to the male who had been thrown together with them from time to time on missions, but she could not say having him around hadn't been a life saver on occasion. As quiet as he could be, he wasn't bad company and it allowed her to work on her body readying, but when she would get him to talk she tried to get him to tell her about his training. He had been rather lucky to get the offer he had as most stowaways would have been murdered on sight, them choosing not to had left the three Sith with a most valuable ally. When she had found out them to be pretty much his one and only assignments, she was rather surprised, but not displeased with the knowledge and had expressed as much to him.

But now really wasn't the time to reminisce about meetings and growing up was it? They had a mission they needed to focus on and she hoped beyond hope that her fears would not be realized. Sith or not, there were some things she could not kill, even if that meant forfeiting her own life.

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Looks like we are down to one spot open now.

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

@The Harbinger of Ferocity I may need to monopolize some of your time when it comes to my Character Creation

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

@The Darklight Project I shall do so, I would like to let you know that I only managed to read the very beginning as I am waiting for my glasses to reach me in the mail, but that will not stop me from seeing what I can do as far as a Character sheet goes.

The Origin: A Devil Returned (Arc Two)

This actually seems to be a rather interesting concept... color me interested

BETWEEN TWO SIDES - Star Wars RP

Name: Arianna (Ari)

Age: 24

Force Focused: Yes

Race: Zeltron

Appearance:

Arianna

Arianna is slightly taller than the average Zeltron and sports an athletic build. Her wavey purple hair rests at the small of her back and sticks out in contrast to her pale pink skin. She also sports an intricate black marking on her torso that is often mistaken for a tattoo at first, but is simply the scar tissue left from a punishment she received as a child.

Specialization: Force Utilization in aspects of healing, mobility enhancement and mind manipulation. Often covers her normal sabers and throwing sabers with force lightning and utilizes a blaster when necessary.

Saber Style: Ataru and Niman

Bio: Taken by the Sith by the age of six, Arianna was put through rigorous and deadly training alongside many other children. Out of those that were grabbed, she only really seemed to connect with two of them, both boys one to two years older than her. When one of the boys was forced to ingest drugs, Arianna stayed by him and did her best to help him through the forced changes he was undoubtedly going through. Considering they were never shown any mercy, she found herself constantly making sure that the other two were ok and well taken care of should anything happen to them, and that was what she would do even though she was aware the closeness she shared with the two of them was forbidden.

As they grew closer, Arianna took on the role of looking after Maegr once they forced the drugs on him, only to get caught around the age of nine. Due to the Sith's unwillingness to allow attachment, the young girl was brought to one of the many punishment rooms kicking and screaming for someone to help her. Of course, no help came and the more she screamed and cried for help, the rougher she was handled until she was strapped down to a table. Eyes wide, she watched as an Apprentice was brought in, his lightsaber within his hold, and she was awake for every excruciating feel of the saber burning her flesh as she was carved, the smell of burning flesh permeating the
air.

When all was said and done, she was deposited outside of the room, her torso burned badly, the skin permanently dark.

Equipment:
Black pants, dark cloak, armored crop top, a Red and a Purple lightsaber, throwing sabers, DC-11 Starforged sniper rifle, blaster

Die Alone, or Listen to the Tale from the Watering Hole (An Anthropomorphic Dystopic, noir RP. High Casual, Furries)

*Waves* I've uh... not been doing group RPs as of late do to some issues that I've been having... not good ones but I'm alive.