Post by keni on Dec 8, 2008 0:36:10 GMT -7
SITH
Character Information
Name:Tremir Oris
Nickname/Alias:Darth Oris
Gender:Male
Age:42
Species:Nautolan
Homeworld:Coruscant(his father and mother are from Glee Ansem)
Force Sensitive:yes
Weight:168 lbs
Height:6'1 ft
Combat Information
Faction:Sith
Rank:Sith Lord
Class:Sith Lord
Weapon:Single Red lightsaber(Double crystal for use underwater)
Spaceship:None(yet)
Skills:
Additional Items:
Additional Information
With the Evolve: Yes
Personality:Darth Oris, does not seem nearly as cold as most Sith, his personality is strangely warming, until he has you where he wants you. Then the true him comes out, dark, cold, and malicious. Not hesitating to kill, and watch the blood trickle down like the waterfalls of his home world. His loyalty is towards the Sith, more for the Evolve, but his acting pulls him through society, making him seem just like everyone else.
History:
Darth Oris was born into an aristocrat family on the upper side of Coruscant, His Parents were born on Glee Ansem. Tremir's family was very successful in the smuggling trade, bringing illegal goods from everywhere. Soon enough his family had enough money to by a nice home on Coruscant where the trade was easier, and higher cred rates.
He grew up, simple life, his goals always reached due to his money, and his fathers place among society. Nothing went wrong for him. Until he was of age for Jedi Training, During an argument between his mother and father over his future, the walls of his bedroom began to crack while he was crying, eventually causing one wall to fall completely. Both parents rushed into the room, finally it was agreed by both...Jedi Temple. Not so he could control the powers but rather to keep them safe from him.
His days as a youngling were just as any other youngling, lessons, admiring those of higher rank, most of his friends were of sith apprentice, but that didn't matter, years roamed by.
13, he was becoming a padawan. Truly this was not what he wanted, after all the Jedi are the ones that shipped him away, even if it was at his parents request. They still did it, hearing the stories of his friends and how they were found, was different, they needed the Sith, he didn't need the Jedi, but he wanted the sith. but either faction, he had both.
He made his choice, he confronted his new master, and he was looked at with troubled eyes, but it was allowed, he was to become one of the sith.
Age 35. Days before he was to become a lord of the Sith, he had a goal, just like when he was younger he had every intention to make it reality. He stood at his parents door step, a swing at the door, the lock melted away peacefully, and he waltzed in as if he owned he the place, in fact by the end of the day, he would own it.
First he saw his mother, asleep. A peaceful nap she looked like an angel. His hand reached down and caressed her face. Then the anger swooped down from deep inside him. One fell strike and her head rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Tremir simply walked past. His father was next, he would be in his study this time of day, filling out paper work. Just as presumed his father sat looking strained over his paperwork. Tremir's blade silently whirred to life, and his footsteps even more silently made his way to his father, placed the blade to the mans neck, the heat burning the skin lightly.
"You had no reason to fear me as a child, but now, you don't even get the chance" his voice almost had pleasure in it, and just as quick as his mothers, his head was off.
The fortune was officially Tremirs, and the event was mysteriously brushed out of history as if it had never happened, Tremir was made a Sith Lord, and to this day, he still has his fortune, home, and cruelty.
Character Information
Name:Tremir Oris
Nickname/Alias:Darth Oris
Gender:Male
Age:42
Species:Nautolan
Homeworld:Coruscant(his father and mother are from Glee Ansem)
Force Sensitive:yes
Weight:168 lbs
Height:6'1 ft
Combat Information
Faction:Sith
Rank:Sith Lord
Class:Sith Lord
Weapon:Single Red lightsaber(Double crystal for use underwater)
Spaceship:None(yet)
Skills:
- Force Manipulation
- Negotiation
- Acrobatics
Additional Items:
- Datapad
- Field Kit
- Utility Belt
- Binder Cuffs
- Syntherope
- Comlink(long Range)
Additional Information
With the Evolve: Yes
Personality:Darth Oris, does not seem nearly as cold as most Sith, his personality is strangely warming, until he has you where he wants you. Then the true him comes out, dark, cold, and malicious. Not hesitating to kill, and watch the blood trickle down like the waterfalls of his home world. His loyalty is towards the Sith, more for the Evolve, but his acting pulls him through society, making him seem just like everyone else.
History:
Darth Oris was born into an aristocrat family on the upper side of Coruscant, His Parents were born on Glee Ansem. Tremir's family was very successful in the smuggling trade, bringing illegal goods from everywhere. Soon enough his family had enough money to by a nice home on Coruscant where the trade was easier, and higher cred rates.
He grew up, simple life, his goals always reached due to his money, and his fathers place among society. Nothing went wrong for him. Until he was of age for Jedi Training, During an argument between his mother and father over his future, the walls of his bedroom began to crack while he was crying, eventually causing one wall to fall completely. Both parents rushed into the room, finally it was agreed by both...Jedi Temple. Not so he could control the powers but rather to keep them safe from him.
His days as a youngling were just as any other youngling, lessons, admiring those of higher rank, most of his friends were of sith apprentice, but that didn't matter, years roamed by.
13, he was becoming a padawan. Truly this was not what he wanted, after all the Jedi are the ones that shipped him away, even if it was at his parents request. They still did it, hearing the stories of his friends and how they were found, was different, they needed the Sith, he didn't need the Jedi, but he wanted the sith. but either faction, he had both.
He made his choice, he confronted his new master, and he was looked at with troubled eyes, but it was allowed, he was to become one of the sith.
Age 35. Days before he was to become a lord of the Sith, he had a goal, just like when he was younger he had every intention to make it reality. He stood at his parents door step, a swing at the door, the lock melted away peacefully, and he waltzed in as if he owned he the place, in fact by the end of the day, he would own it.
First he saw his mother, asleep. A peaceful nap she looked like an angel. His hand reached down and caressed her face. Then the anger swooped down from deep inside him. One fell strike and her head rolled off the couch and onto the floor. Tremir simply walked past. His father was next, he would be in his study this time of day, filling out paper work. Just as presumed his father sat looking strained over his paperwork. Tremir's blade silently whirred to life, and his footsteps even more silently made his way to his father, placed the blade to the mans neck, the heat burning the skin lightly.
"You had no reason to fear me as a child, but now, you don't even get the chance" his voice almost had pleasure in it, and just as quick as his mothers, his head was off.
The fortune was officially Tremirs, and the event was mysteriously brushed out of history as if it had never happened, Tremir was made a Sith Lord, and to this day, he still has his fortune, home, and cruelty.
