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Zoltan Charrel

Zoltan Charrel

Member Since 18 Nov 2018
Offline Last Active Jun 05 2019 11:32 AM

#1902688 Hidden Traitors, Crouching Cultists [TSE Dom of Barbatos Hex]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 16 January 2019 - 02:32 PM

Objective I: Traitors

Darth Ophidia Leliana Elaine Thul


Zoltan found himself laying flat on the hard, cold ground, camouflaged in brush, letting him blend easily into the tree-lined hill in which he waited. In his hands, he held his Adventurer, it's barrel and scope trained on the rooftop of a building approximately one hundred and fifty meters in the distance. On the rooftop were two lookouts, idly pacing back and forth in an attempt to patrol the area around the marked warehouse containing the weapons stash. He'd been watching them for nearly an hour now, waiting for the signal. 


There was a soft buzz in his pocket. Reaching into it, Zoltan retrieved his comlink, which was displaying a green light: meaning only one thing.


Go time. 


Placing the comlink on the ground next to him, Zoltan returned his attention to the scope. He looked into it and targeted the first lookout. The crosshairs lined up directly between the man's shoulder blades. Steadying his breathing, Zoltan's finger tensed on the trigger, and finally, he exhaled and squeezed the trigger. 

The silenced weapon kicked as it spit out a metal slug, and in less than the blink of an eye, the lookout lifelessly crumpled to the ground, a large and bloody hole tattooed on his back. But Zoltan had already moved on, moving the rifle to place the other guard in the line of fire. He squeezed the trigger before the poor man had had the chance to even react to this partner's death. His head popped like a balloon, sending out a shower of blood and brain matter, much like candy from a piñata. 


Zoltan withdrew himself from his rifle, looking to the rooftop with his own eyes, looking for any sign of movement, any indication that there were more than the two guards. But, there weren't. Confident that no alarms had been tripped, Zoltan grabbed his comlink and pressed a button. A purple light began to flash, indicating that the quadrant to the Northeast of the weapons stash had been eliminated and secured.


He began to break down his rifle as he waited for the others to report in before he'd move forward into the next phase.

#1902683 No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 16 January 2019 - 02:12 PM

Objective: Capture the Jedi

Location: Jabiim Border City

Allies: Sith

Enemies: Jedi

Near: Cassius Droma


Zoltan couldn't help but chuckle as he watched his ensnared prey attempt to run, only to find that his legs would carry him nowhere. This Jedi's mind was active, his thoughts running wild, desperation beginning to appear in the forms of fear and anger. Zoltan could feel the Jedi's emotions bubbling, growing from a low simmer into a boil. But it wasn't the Jedi way to give in to those emotions. Was it not preached in their sacred doctrine that fear and anger were paths to the Darkside?


But here, standing right in front of him, a Jedi was emitting those emotions like a beacon, struggling to keep them in check. Zoltan's mind latched onto it like a tick would latch onto cattle, selfishly basking in the other man's dread. He watched as the Jedi's face began to turn red out of concentration, a veins protruding through his neck in which Zoltan could see the man's pulse ever so slightly. It was almost intoxicating, teasing the Anzat into letting go and feeding on him here and now. "Your attempts are futile." Zoltan stated bluntly, pushing with his mind to subdue the Jedi's thoughts. "Your thoughts are my thoughts now. You belong to me."


But now wasn't the time and here wasn't the place. It was too risky.... If the Jedi's friends came back, he'd be so consumed in his feeding haze that he wouldn't be able to defend himself. No... He needed to take the Jedi alive and take him back to the Sabretooth. Only then could he feed. The feeding wouldn't kill the Jedi, oh no. It would leave him in a mental state of agony and despair, and only when Zoltan had driven him to the brink of insanity would he then turn the Jedi in to the Emperor and collect his payment. Jedi were worth a lot these days, you know. 


Zoltan was close now, just out of the Jedi's reach.  He walked behind the Jedi, giving him a wide berth. "Do not resist." Zoltan's mind brushed against the Jedi's, commanding him to be still.First, he sought to remove the Jedi's lightsaber from his grasp. If he was able to wrench it free, Zoltan would clip it to his left hip. Then, the assassin produced a set of SC-401 stun cuffs from a pouch on his belt. If the Jedi were unable to break free of Zoltan's mind control, he'd find his hands being cuffed together.

#1902070 No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 15 January 2019 - 12:50 AM

Near: Cassius Droma 

Objective: Play with his food

Allies: Sith

Enemies: Jedi


He could feel the Jedi wavering, fighting to metaphorically keep his head above the water. His mind stirred restlessly, his thoughts betraying him. Zoltan grinned beneath his mask as he continued to play with the Jedi's mind, trying to dominate him in a way that he'd never been before. But even for as young as this boy appeared to look, there was an unseen power that Zoltan had apparently underestimated. 


In the blink of an eye, the Jedi lashed out in an attempt to break their connection. His hand shot out and in the rush of the Force, the mud and water at Zoltan's feet exploded into the air. A physically harmless move, but one that if not handled properly would cause as a distraction to the Sith Assassin, causing him to break his line of sight and his concentration. Zoltan would give the Jedi credit where it was due. That was a smart move. 


There was no time to think, only to react. Fortunately, a hunter's greatest ally is its instincts. Zoltan had felt the buildup: he knew something was coming. He turned his head to the side and raised his left arm to bury his face into it. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the weight of the wet mud and water splash into his frontside. The brown color seemed to sit on his black clothing as some of it stuck to him, other parts falling to wet, messy clumps back to the ground. His eyesight may have been broken, but Zoltan could still feel his mind touching the Jedi's.


He tried to force his mind deeper, "Be still!" He screamed in his head, and ultimately Cassius' as well. He poured his malice and his hate into his words, as he willed them to overcome his opponent. But then, his ears picked up a screech of metal to his right as a large container was hurled into the air. It sped across the alley towards him, and it was fast.


But the assassin was faster. His right arm shot outwards to his side his hand still clasped around his lightsaber hilt, his knuckles aimed in the direction of the approaching projectile. All of a sudden, the flying metal container froze in midair, hovering still momentarily before falling with a loud crash into the wet ground only a foot or two from where Zoltan stood.


His eyes were on the Jedi again, his shielding arm now resting at his side once more and his lightsaber arm still held horizontally to the side. "You. Will. Be. Still." His words were heavy as he shoved them mercilessly into the Jedi's mind. Now, Zoltan's left foot stepped forward, splashing into a puddle of water. Then, his right. Slowly, he stalked towards his opponent, his attention focused on try to subdue and immobile the Jedi.

#1901209 No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 13 January 2019 - 02:48 PM

Near: Cassius Droma

Aliies: Sith

Enemies: Jedi

Location: Jabiim Border City


Zoltan couldn't help but chuckle at the opposing Jedi's remarks as they locked gazes. Zoltan stared at him, and the Jedi stared back. How easily the prey had been ensnared in the hunter's trap. The eyes were a gateway to a being's soul, an access point with which Zoltan could rein in his prey. The Darkside swirled around the anzat assassin like a mist of black. It was cold. It was dark. It was ever present. Zoltan mentally drew it upon himself, spinning a web as he gazed into Cassius' eyes. Zoltan didn't know how well this Jedi was trained at defending against mental attacks, but he doubted any preparations would be able to stand against him. The hunter, just over a half of a millennia seasoned, subtly reached out to initiate a dark-side maneuver commonly known as "Dominate Mind" or "Mind Control". 



"You are a bold one, Jedi. But foolish. You just sent you friends right into our trap." Granted, that was a lie, but Zoltan was like a snake: deceitful and sharp. Maybe the Jedi would buy into it, and if he believed it, it would off-center him. It was all about subtlety. He didn't want to scare the poor boy away... No, he wanted to bring him closer. The longer they gazed at one another, Cassius would seem to find Zoltan more mesmerizing with each fleeting moment. Zoltan's light blue eyes would seem to change colors like a kaleidoscope, as he sought to hypnotize the Jedi into becoming non-violent and immobile. 


Zoltan was a hunter. Hunting required patience. Zoltan would wait as long as he had to in order to take this prize home...

#1901201 Before the Pin Drops | TSE Dominion of Hex AM-14

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 13 January 2019 - 02:23 PM

Nearby: Lark Dubiety @TheProwler


It seems, in his alcoholic haze, things were moving along quicker than he could keep up with at the moment. First, he had tried to spark a conversation with a man he now knew as Lark. But no sooner had that happened than two others had joined them. It was a blur. Something about the beach being fake, while one of the others thought it was in the middle of a desert. But before Zoltan had even had a chance to chime in, it now seemed as though they were on a quest of sorts. For what, the assassin didn't know. They were seeking out a tomb on Korriban, a planet that Zoltan immediately recognized the name of, but had never traveled to.


He placed his drink on a nearby table as they briefly discussed before the man named Dubiety claimed that they were no longer needed. 

It had all happened so fast. Zoltan turned to Lark, "What just happened?"

#1899842 Before the Pin Drops | TSE Dominion of Hex AM-14

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 10 January 2019 - 02:05 PM

Objective: Meet new people; mingle

Location: The Beach

Near: Lark (approaching)


Having consumed a few drinks in the Casino, Zoltan had the feeling that level of noise inside was escalating. Screams of excitement and dismay caught his attention too often, as he tried to let his body relax, begging his mind to wander. But to no avail. Everything was overstimulating: the noise, the smells, the taste of smoke seemed to linger in the air. Swiftly changing his mind, Zoltan had soon left.


He had wandered out of the casino, a third glass of Corellian rum held in his right hand, and now felt his shoes sinking into the ever-shifting sands of the beach. The air here was fresh, not a smell of smoke to be found. It was quiet, other than small-talk conversations Zoltan overheard as he would pass people by. He stopped at a table, and placed his drink upon it. Was it hot out here, or was it the liquor?


Probably both.


Gingerly, with his tingling fingers, Zoltan unbuttoned the top three buttons of his white shirt, revealing just enough of his toned pectorals to really let them breathe in the wind. He gave a sigh of relief as he bent over to remove his boots, letting his toes curl into the sand. Lastly, he rolled up his dark washed jeans. Now this was how he was going to relax... much better than that hyper-active casino. 


Grabbing his drink from the table, Zoltan looked out to the waves to find another man bending over to adjust his own jeans before standing there alone.. also with a drink in his hand. He looked to be lost in thought, or maybe a drunken stupor. Really though, what was the difference? Taking another sip of his rum, Zoltan walked out to the man, stopping to his right. He watched the rise and fall of the waves and took another sip of his drink. Then, he turned only his head to face the stranger (Lark), his mind pleasantly fuzzy, "Isn't it nice to be able to stand here, take a deep breath of fresh air, and enjoy the view?"

#1899783 Playing With The Big Boys Now | TSE Invasion of TJE's Csilla Hex

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 10 January 2019 - 11:12 AM

Objective: Investigate crashed ship

Allies: TSE

Enemies: TJE

Near: Cyran Vaas


His ship was over the horizon now, long out of sight. He trekked forward when suddenly, there was the unmistakable scream of a falling starfighter above him. Stopping to look up, Zoltan watched as the Pursuer-class Enforcement ship skimmed the birth of a hill, sending up a shower of dirt and debris, before skidding to a rather violent halt across the terrain. Hanging back to observe the upside down ship, Zoltan waited for someone to exit. But nobody ever came. Things had fallen silent, well, except for the constant explosions from both the underground battle and the battle raging up high in the sky. 


No survivors perhaps? If they had been involved in the Sith Empire's campaign to conquer Csilla, then that means he'd find more weapons, supplies, and who knows what to replenish his own supplies instead of having to use his hard earned wages to purchase them. He made his way through the snow, a trail of footprints following him... Footprints... Ugh, this is why assassins hated snow. It gave away his position, which made Zoltan's need to get to the transport tubes to get him within the border of Csaplar even more dire. 


He approached the starboard side of the ship and unhooked the black hilt from his belt. Thumbing the ignition switch, the crimson blade shot forth and into the metal. There was smoke and a trail of orange molten metal as Zoltan cut away in the shape of a circle big enough for him to squeeze through. Finally, with a nudge of the force, the separated piece of metal fell inwards with a loud clang and Zoltan disappeared inside, lightsaber held in front of him to light the way.


He found himself in the cargo hold, actually, upon second look, it was ornamented to hold prisoners, not goods. The crimson light of his blade dimly illuminated the insides of the ship, as Zoltan moved closer to the cockpit door. Beyond it, he was beginning to pick up the sense of a flicker of life. Someone was alive in there. Plunging his blade into the door, he began to cut his way through, until yet again, he could see past it. 


His eyes fell upon a being clad from head to toe in some sort of Mandalorian armor, laying flat on the ground. "State your business here, Mandalorian." ​Skipping the pleasantries, Zoltan needed to know if he was going to have to cut this man down, or, if they happened to be on the same side, then perhaps the Anzat would be able to find a better use for this mandalorian than turning him into a corpse.


#1899472 Playing With The Big Boys Now | TSE Invasion of TJE's Csilla Hex

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 09 January 2019 - 10:08 PM

Near: Cyran Vaas

Allies: TSE

Enemies: TJE

Location: Csilla--- landing

Equipment: See profile


Another happy landing. Zoltan let the engines die out soon after his landing gears gently rested on the ground. Here, he found himself not far from the action, and as close to the enemy lines as he could get without drawing any attention. He swiveled in the cockpit chair, turning away from the viewport and stood up. Stretching his back, accompanied with numerous pops and cracks from who knew what joints, he made his way into the common area. Walking over to a locker, he popped it open and removed the armament of firearms from inside. He holstered his Dissuader KD-30 beneath his left arm, and his blaster buster beneath his right. Then, he gingerly slid his adjudicator pistol into his belt at the small of his back, beneath his black cloak. He pocketed three frag grenades before slinging his Adventurer slug-thrower over his head, letting the butt of the metal gun clink against the black hilt of the lightsaber dangling at his hip.


Dressed in all black, he was as dark as pitch. The shadows would be his ally as he would wreck havoc against the Jensarri. He lowered the landing ramp, his feet silently moving down the metal ramp as the Anzat assassin exposed himself to the outside air. Locking up his ship behind him, Zoltan opened his mind  to the icy current of the Darkside of the force, staying alert, yet hidden, as he stalked onward.

#1899452 No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 09 January 2019 - 09:45 PM

Objective: Ensure Jedi are securely locked away.
Locations: Jabiim Border City
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Jedi
Near: @%1; @%1;


He'd gone a block, maybe two, slinking in the shadows and dipping through alleyways, remaining unseen from anybody who crossed his path. Granted, in the small amount of time, the amount of people he'd seen had been unsurprisingly minimal considering the weather... Speaking of the weather, Zoltan wanted to turn and go back to his ship. The rain was annoying, it was wet, and it was cold, and it definitely was hardly worth the pay. But here he was, double-checking his steps to make sure nothing had gone awry. If only he'd not heard those lightsaber ignitions.... 

He sighed.


Even through the wetness, Zoltan's footsteps were hardly noticeable, moving smoothly and cautiously to avoid the unwanted attention. Finally, he broke into another alleyway and up ahead, he saw a small group of children accompanied by a group of adults. Just looking at the children, Zoltan could tell they were scared, and through the Force, he felt it. It was unmistakable. It was nothing but the presence of the Lightside, and that could only mean one thing here in Jabiim.




And as if on cue, Zoltan's eyes narrowed to slits as one male turned to face his direction. There were some words spoken between the man and another, which Zoltan couldn't hear from the distance in which he stood. The other male turned around and began guiding the children in the opposite direction while this one... This one was approaching him.


"No sense in hiding anymore." The Anzat thought to himself as he strode forward to meet this incoming stranger, releasing his hold on his Force Stealth and letting his aura erupt from within him like a demon surging forward. He should just walk away. He wasn't paid to fight Jedi, merely to escort them to a secure facility. He was smart enough to realize this, yet the five hundred and something years of instinct overrode his thoughts, and his craving to feed upon this Jedi made skin erupt with gooseflesh and his body shiver from anticipation. This man, he was undoubtedly an attractive type for the human specimen, and Zoltan eagerly wondered if he tasted as good as he looked.


Keeping the hilt in his right hand unlit, hanging loosely at his side, Zoltan looked at the man through the darkness of his own hood, "Don't you know it's rude to stare?" His voice cut through the sound of rain and thunder like a warm knife through butter as he stood, his sneering face concealed by cloth.

#1898488 Before the Pin Drops | TSE Dominion of Hex AM-14

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 07 January 2019 - 12:20 AM

Location: Casino

Objective: Recreation

Looking to engage with: Anyone


For once, he had the day off. No jobs, no hunting, nothing to do. At first, he had spent the day cozied up in his bed aboard the Sabretooth but napping and meditating could only stave off his boredom for so long. The lack of activity, the downtime, was driving him crazy and he was growing beyond restless. So now, Zoltan found himself in the casino, sitting on a barstool at the bar counter. 


"Corellian rum." He said to the bartender as he knocked his right hand lightly against the dark wooden counter. Around him were the sounds of ringing slot machines, yells of excitement and dismay from the numerous gamblers that surrounded him, and the obsessive clatter of credits as they poured from dispensers, exchanged hands from players to dealers, and more. It was a party.


Cigarette smoke fogged up the air, tickling Zoltan's nose and threatening to make him cough. But only a moment had passed when the bartender brought him his drink. The Anzat assassin wrapped his pale hand around the sparkling glass and brought it to his lips. He took his first sip, staring idly at the shelves of liquor lining the walls. The sweet brown liquid sloshed over his tongue before he swallowed, sighing in satisfaction as he placed the glass back on the counter. 


Tilting his head, Zoltan cracked his neck as he spun around, resting his back against the counter and looking out into the mass of gamblers. He took another drink as he people-watched, looking.... searching for someone to talk to. Someone with looks and a charming smile perhaps. 

#1898472 No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 06 January 2019 - 11:21 PM

Jabiim City

Industrial Sector

Enemies: The Jedi

Allies: Sith

Objective: Investigate Disturbance

Engaging: Looking for a Dance Partner,



Another day, another dollar. Or at least, that's what Zoltan was telling himself. The job had been relatively simple. With recent legislation having passed through the Sith Empire, Jedi were now outlawed. Any evidence of their existence ordered to be destroyed, and Jedi themselves taken prisoner and held captive. It was a political move that Zoltan tried to remain unbiased about, but the darkness in him was glad to see something happen. He'd been hired by the Empire to transport a pair of Jedi to a nearby prison complex here in the city. The job had gone by without a hitch, the Jedi gave no resistance, and Zoltan had left with a smile on his face.. well, it was quickly erased when he had to go back out in the rain. 


And now, here he was. His boots splashed through puddles of water as Zoltan made his way back to his ship, his black hood drawn tightly to ward off the heavy rain and wind. He was soaked to the bone, the wind sending a sharp chill down his spine. He'd only been on this planet for a few hours and he already hated it. There were so many better places to be in the galaxy, why would anyone choose to come here? Zoltan fumed, eagerly making his way to the warmth of his ship. He could dry, get into a change of clothes, and open a nice bottle of Corellian rum while he waited for his payment to transfer. But then, there was a shift in the Force, his fine-tuned senses alerting him to something... Zoltan froze in his tracks, focusing on the disturbance.


Something wasn't right. 


His hand dropped to the lightsaber hilt at his side, unclipping it, but keeping it unlit. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find something, anything to alert him of an abnormality. Then, in the distance, almost lost to the sounds of the heavy rain, Zoltan's ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of multiple lightsabers activating with the blood chilling snap-hiss.


He shook his head. It didn't matter what was going on over there. He'd done his job. He'd delivered the Jedi and secured them within the walls of their confinement.


But what if they'd broken out? What if he'd been deceived by the pair?

Cursing under his breath, Zoltan changed course and moved into a nearby alleyway, disappearing into shadows as he made his way towards the disturbance. He concentrated and began to eliminate his presence in the Force through a practice known as Force Stealth, while simultaneously reaching out and feeling for those that drew his attention.



Romi Jade Cassius Droma Veiere Arenais


#1898457 Playing With The Big Boys Now | TSE Invasion of TJE's Csilla Hex

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 06 January 2019 - 10:18 PM

Objective: Infiltration

Location: Csilla; In orbit

Allies: TSE

Enemies: TJE


Zoltan sat at the cockpit, his hands gingerly clasped against the controls of The Sabretooth. He swiftly navigated his XS-Stock Light Freighter through the blackness of space as warships and fighters blasted canon fire all around him. His jaw was taut as he maneuvered through the battlefield, his current objective of getting to the surface behind enemy lines in one piece. 


Just a few hours ago, the Sabretooth had been docked inside one of the many larger capital ships of The Sith Empire, awaiting orders for deployment. Zoltan hadn't given the mission much thought: it was a job like any other. Get underground to the city, wreck havoc from the shadows, get out, get paid. That was the plan. That seemed to always be the plan.


The Anzat shifted in his seat as he expertly avoided yet another strafe of blaster fire. Finally, he was beyond the heat of battle, and when there was no sign that he was being pursued, Zoltan began to dip his ship down, blasting it into the upper atmosphere. The Sabretooth jolted and shook as it met the atmosphere's resistance, but Zoltan held her steady. With one hand, he flicked a switch and a holographic map of Csilla was projected in blue light in front of him. Studying the map, Zoltan began to plot a course to a suitable location to land his ship. Only then, would he ready himself for the hunt that was to come. 


Zoltan let the anticipation begin to show on his face, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a sly sneer. HIs flesh tingled as he thought of the euphoric sensations he felt when he fed upon the soup of his foes. That craving was both a blessing and a curse, one bestowed upon Zoltan as well as the rest of his Anzati brethren. His entire life's purpose was devoted to feeding. And he had spent the entire of his five centuries of life working to perfect the art of the hunt. Now the enemies of The Sith Empire, and I guess, now Zoltan's own enemies, were the prey, with the hunter stalking closer with every fleeting moment. 

#1898078 Introductions

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 06 January 2019 - 12:11 AM

Hello everyone! I joined the Dischord a few hours ago, and now I'm here! The name's Zoltan, and I hope you're ready to have a Dark side assassin/bounty hunter in your ranks. I'm new here to chaos, but have been RPing Star Wars stuff for just about 11 years now. Looking forward to it!

#1883008 Howdy Y'all!

Posted by Zoltan Charrel on 19 November 2018 - 01:12 PM

Hello! This is my first time here on Chaos and I'm very much looking forward to getting to know everybody and to make/read some excellent writing! I was born and raised in Kentucky, and now I live in Texas so be prepared to deal with the Southern accent:P


I've been involved with SW RP for about eleven or twelve years now, and am still wondering how I just now made my way here. Please feel free to always approach me for comments and critiques. I'm always open to making my writing better and more enjoyable for all those involved. 


Thank you all for having me and may the Force be with you!