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Tavana Kor
NAME: Tavana Kor
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Sith Lord
SPECIES: Near-human
AGE: Too old (29 in appearance)
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Auburn
SKIN: Bronzed.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ "Improve a mechanical device and you may double productivity; improve man and you gain a thousandfold", Superior: The condition of Asara's creation has rendered a physically and mentally superior human. She's stronger, smarter, learns quickly, faster in reflexes, possesses vast stamina and resistance to pain and is capable of recovering from grievous wounds and diseases that would kill normal people. Of course, she's ambidextrous.
+ "Because I'm better", "At what?" "Everything.", Skilled: It goes without saying that Asara is an excellent combatant with a lightsabre (she is a powerful Djem So practitioner in particular), hand to hand, melee weapons and ranged weaponry. She's competent with demolitions, has a solid understanding of engineering and computers as well a rudimentary competence with first aid and survival skills including escape and evasion and a blossoming mind for strategy and tactics and is capable of speed reading. She's a natural acrobat and possesses the mixture of force of will and domineering personality that allows her to brow beat most people into following her or doing what she says while resisting the manipulations of others.
+ "It's over 9000!", Force: Asara has a thick connection to the Force, although she typically uses it to enhance her already considerable combat prowess. Should she employ it in her defense or as a weapon it is most likely to be her talent for Telekinesis. Telekinetic lightsabre combat is one skill in particular that she is keen on developing to perfection.
+ "Keep talking, please", The Voice: Most likely pure luck rather than an intended design, Asara possesses an almost hypnotic voice. Sonorous, smooth, confident and over-flowing with authority, when she speaks people listen.
- "A lion does not concern themselves with the opinions of the sheep", Narcissism: Asara looks down upon those who she believes are not as naturally capable as she is, which in her mind is just about everybody. Though she seems gregarious and makes friends easily, this is only an initial reaction, as those who spend long periods of time in her presence will either become mentally abused into submission or be driven away by her domineering personality and interact with her on a minimal basis.
- "Spoils of war.", Conqueror: Asara comes from a culture far more under-developed than that of modern civilisation. Where she comes from Might Makes Right, and in her mind she is the mightiest of all. As she see's it, those whom she defeats belong to her and are hers to do with as she pleases. Bend at the knee and show submission and you will be treated well; defy her and perish brutally. Naturally, this courtesy does not extend in the opposite direction - being allowed to live just grants her time to plot her revenge.
- "Flattery will get you everywhere" Egotistical: Asara is an egotistical person (surprise!). Some may argue justifiably so, but nevertheless, flattery and compliments are ways to feign submission and gain her trust, if used correctly. Be careful, however, as she is not a blind fool and her revenge can be a brutally horrible thing to experience.
- "I rode the saddle of the world", Ambitious: Before she entered the galaxy at large, Asara was the brutal warlord of a continent still stuck in the iron ages. With multiple sex slaves for every night of the year, city-state elders too terrified to disobey her and the wealth of a world at her beck and call, none opposed her rule as none were capable of defeating the "Child Nightmare" in either personal combat or on the battlefield. That is, until he showed up. Though she has much more to gain now across the stars there is a part of her that bitterly laments being toppled from apex of the food chain, and this has caused her to set her sights on ever bigger and bigger prizes. How long until she bites off more than she can chew? Time will tell.
- "You've got two hearts? I always pictured them as little bits of lint.", Unique Biology: Asara has a unique biology, as she's not entirely human. Her enhanced body is unique in many ways and were it not for its own capacity for self-healing then she might have perished a long time ago from otherwise fatal wounds. The downside to this is that medical personnel would be at a loss when tending to her as her physiology would be almost alien to them. The only way this could be overcome is if she allowed herself to be studied. You've got two guesses as to the likelihood of that happening.
APPEARANCE:
A tall, lean, athletic and statuesque woman, Asara cuts an impressive figure wherever she goes and has little problem standing out. Though not perfect, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, she possesses the mien of a predatory animal that others know to either stay away from or flock towards for protection. With a mane of auburn hair and angular, almost handsome features and blue eyes, her entire image can be easy on the eyes but has an undeniable masculinity that might off-put those who appreciate the soft and the feminine.
When out and about Asara prefers to wear clothes that are practical and comfortable, often with trim light jackets and solid boots. When going into combat, however, she possesses an enclosed suit of light armor that is desirable to wear for the utilities woven into it rather than the minimal protection it would actually provide.
BIOGRAPHY:
Prologue:
Durasteel catwalks shook beneath the quick pace off heavily falling armored boots. Blaring alarms drowned everything with klaxons and the hot orange glow of scintillating warning lights, everything but the frantic, rapid blaster fire criss-crossing the narrow corridors of a lonely space station.
Panting heavily as he darted back and forth between controls that were bathed in oscilating amber light, Dr Midea worked his hands across computer banks that seemed to power down only seconds after he attempted activation. Pausing to catch his breath and wipe the silvery hair off of his forehead after sweat had ruined his one immaculate style, Dr Midea swallowed hard as he looked over his shoulder towards the only door of his laboratory - unlike everything else in this room it was still working. Through the eye-scorching lighting the doctor could make out the images of his two remain personnel, two from several hundred, their figures hunched by the sides of the door and leaning around it periodically to unleash the automatic blaster fire of their weapons at enemies unseen. Almost sensing he was being watched, one of the men looked over his shoulder at his employer and screamed through the noise, "Doc - whatever it is yer gunna do, do it!" before a blaster bolt speared him in the chest and sent him down in a hard heap where her twitched and spasmed on the floor.
Feeling the air catch as hot fire in this throat, the doctor turned away and back to his failing instruments, his fingers twitching by his side as he reached for them - but paused. Above a circular bank of lights flickered to life the image of presentation that only those of the Imperial military could muster. A sharply fitting olive-green uniform, hat placed upon ones well-groomed hair and a smirk so self-congratulating it silently tempted Dr Midea into reaching out and slapping the hologram. "Have I caught you at a bad time?"
Gritting his teeth, "You couldn't catch a cold", Dr Midea sneered, moving to his last remaining computer banck and stabbing his fingers across the keys.
"I caught you, didn't I? Lacking the wit of a virus - how very unlike you, doctor."
Dr Midea's lips pursed as he reached over and smashed his hand uselessly against the holoreceiver control panel, his efforts barely audible above the sporadic blaster fire from the door of his laboratory.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry yourself with that. You cannot escape your obligations, Dr Midea," the officer allowed himself a smirk before his features hardened into pitiless apathy, "and you were paid handsomely."
"You'll never get them!" Dr Midea hissed, frantically working away at the controls before him, "Those...things are never falling into your hands!"
"They will indeed, I fear. And you could have developed a symbiosis with our accountants, had you retained the precious currency of loyalty. Perhaps you might wish to consider that as a lesson for the rest of your life...which I calculate is approximately one and a half minutes."
Ignoring the hologram, Dr Midea typed with a speed that only fear could inspire in a man, "Computer - computer!" he yelled, sweat clinging to then unshaven bristle across his jaw.
"Yyyyyyyy - es, Do-o-oo-Dr Midea." a scrambled and barely functioning voice sounded from the control bank.
"What do you think you're doing?" the hologram asked slowly and suspiciously.
"Prepare tubes 3 through to 11 for launch!"
"But do-doc-doct-doctor; no no no no coordinates haaaave been set."
"Just fire the damn things!"
From his viewscreen Dr Midea watched as the escape pods on the station jettisoned into space - catapulted at the speed of a projectile across almost a dozen random trajectories. Upon closer inspection, however, the smooth, bulbuous dimensions of a life pod had been replaced with jagged containers - tough and durable in appearance and lacking the lights and atttractants on an emergency vessel whose occupants would need in order to be recovered.
"We'll find them," the image said cooly. Turning to look off-camera, "Prepare tractor be - "
"Not this time," Dr Midea uttered, pressing one last control on his computer panel before the lights were drained from its interface. Outside, each container quickly winked out of existence - swallowed by the fabric of the galaxy as if they had never been there.
"What?!" the Imperial hissed, his holo visibly straightening up as he peered on in disbelief. Laughing softly, "They will never be yours..." Dr Midea spat, his voice trailing off to the arrival of armored, white boots quickly coming up behind him to form a semi-circle. The Imperial could only look on in a rictus of stunned silence as across his communications flared the firing squad of blaster fire and the slumping of a lifeless body across the floor.
Discovery:
Tivinae panted heavily against the hot breath in his lungs as he ran at top speed across the pastures of his fathers farm. The Gods had been angry last night and had pierced the sky with a spear of fire, and already their wrath could be heard rolling down through the tree's atop the hill he was facing. Already he had watched from the window of his room as men atop horses had crossed the fields and filteredinto the woods to investigate. And now as he drew nearer that forest-capped hill he could hear from high above the unfamiliar clang of steel upon the air with the guttural shouts of men and the breaking of bone.
"Chan DIn! Hutvagh -hutvagh!"
The scent of ozone hit the childs nose as he started his way up the hill, and smoke still rose into an oily curtain behind the wall of tree's ahead of him. Swallowing hard against the thickening arid air, Tivinae held the sleeve of his loose-fitting cloth and brought it up to cover his mouth and nose.
An abrupt death-shriek paused the boy in his tracks. Instinctively he pulled himself low to the ground, the taller threads of soft grass caressing the sides of his face as he peered intently into that thicket of tree trunks and whatever violent mystery lay therein.
"lo'laHbe'ghach!"
Pursing his lips and resisting the urge to cough from the irritation drawn across the insides of his throat, Tivinae moved up the hill until dwarfed inside the shadows of the looming forest. Pressing his hand against the bark as his brown eyes took in the twisted network of branches and leaves, Tivinae pressed deeper into the umbrage and towards the sounds of violence. He did not have to travel far. To an outside viewer the disfiguration would have been hidden by the labrinyth of tree's - but once inside the perimeter, Tivinae almost fell into a chared chasm that ran across the hill like a scar in the world. Deep, wide and remiss of anything but blackened dirt ad shattered stumps. That's when he spotted it - the whir of arms and the rush of bodies too and fro upon his peripherals.
Hurrying over, Tivinae quickly fell behind a darkened stump as he watched. The broken tree's had created an impromptu obstacle course - a veritable maze of lumber that could lure a man in with promise of passage only to trap him with a sharp corner. That was exactly the situation of the group of armed men that darted back and forth.
His eyes wandering, Tivinae felt a knot seize his chest as his gaze fell to the ground and the corpses upon it. Seeing the dead was nothing new for the boy, not on this planet - but these cadavers were different. Torn, broken - beaten to death with a savagery he had only seen in wild beasts.
Tivinae's attention was torn back up to the armed men as the sergeant stormed around the corner of the wooden pile, sword in hand and eyes blazing with a hot-blooded fury. "ghuy' ghubDaq!" he bellowed at his two remaining men, waving his sword hand to emphasise his guttural voice. Abruptly his attention was drawn to the top of the lumber maze as a hunched figure emerged atop it.
"DaH bIHegh!" he shouted as the figure lept down from its vantage point. Tivinae watched as the figures features were revealed in its descent; its lean, muscled figure and...her youthful features, alive with bloodlust.
Landing among them, she darted forward towards the sergeant and knocked his sword hand away as he brought it across in a glimmering arc. Tivinae's eyes widened as he watched her pounce forward as quick as an arrow - hands ensnaring him across the shoulder, pulling him around one eighty degree's and hurling him at one of his underlings, the two men hitting the logs behind them in a tangled heap.
Acting quickly, the third man came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, scooping her off her feet. Snarling and gnashing her face back and forth as if trying to bite him over her shoulder, the girl pressed her feet flat against one of the many broken trunks before them - using ti as a spring board that sent him back like a missile. The two slammed into the same pile of lumber as the others, only this man had a hundred pounds of flesh pressed against his chest that caved his rib-cage inwards in an audiable choir of cracks!. The man bellowed a harsh, drowned gurgle as blood bubbled out from his mouth - but she was already acting. Reaching up and grabbing his hand with both of hers, she twisted in roughly in opposite directions - a second set of snaps! amplifying his screams as she tugged herself free, turned around and nailed her fists wildly into his face.
Having rendered her foe a pummeled pulp, she abruptly hissed and drew herself back like a recoiling snake- the other two men having recovered and the sergeant standing over her with freshly-drawn blood across his blade.
Both of them came at her together.
Darting to the side quicker than either of them could follow, she grabbed the sergeant by the wrist and drew her forehead sharply against his nose - the loud, wet popping sound coinciding with his shout of pain as she directed his sword tip to the side and into his second man who had wheeled himself around to try and meet her. Roaring in pain and gripped in his final moments, the sergeant pulled his blade from the guts of his dead comrade and swung it around in wide arc in the girls direction. Caught by surprise, its steel tore across her forearms and stomach, and Tivinae could see the ruby splatter flick around the ground before she delivered a crushing, forward thrusting kick straight to the mans chest that sent him into a broken heap against the jagged wooden pile for good.
They're all dead, the boy muttered under his breath - dark brown eyes wide open as he panted heavily. Terrified of moving he could do nothing but watch as the girl staggered backwards towards him, her feet missing the half a dozen broken corpses strewn around the debris of tree's and once vibrant grass. He watched as she turned and, for the first time, he could actually see her properly - her body a veritable map of cuts, bruises and gashes. She panted heavily as the stress seemed to finally catch up with her as she lumbered forward with enough wounds to slay ten men. Collapsing forward onto her knee's, she coughed and gripped at her wounds, sneering at her own fate before slowly crumbling onto her side, unmoving. Silence.
Tivinae remained motionless for what seemed like hours, any idea of movement of speech completely driven from his mind. When he finally came around to his senses he drew himself up from his hiding spot and stared intently at the girl who still remained crumpled in a heap within a circle of dead bodies. Taking a step backwards, he turned to leave - to forgot anything he ever saw and to let the gods decide her fate from here on...but he paused. Looking back over his shoulder slowly, lips pursed, he wondered whether they would not punish him for refusing aid to the dying.
Looking back at the direction of his house, then back to her...he exhaled and quickly headed down into the charred ravine to retrieve her.
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Tavana Kor
NAME: Tavana Kor
FACTION: Sith
RANK: Sith Lord
SPECIES: Near-human
AGE: Too old (29 in appearance)
SEX: Female
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 155 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Auburn
SKIN: Bronzed.
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ "Improve a mechanical device and you may double productivity; improve man and you gain a thousandfold", Superior: The condition of Asara's creation has rendered a physically and mentally superior human. She's stronger, smarter, learns quickly, faster in reflexes, possesses vast stamina and resistance to pain and is capable of recovering from grievous wounds and diseases that would kill normal people. Of course, she's ambidextrous.
+ "Because I'm better", "At what?" "Everything.", Skilled: It goes without saying that Asara is an excellent combatant with a lightsabre (she is a powerful Djem So practitioner in particular), hand to hand, melee weapons and ranged weaponry. She's competent with demolitions, has a solid understanding of engineering and computers as well a rudimentary competence with first aid and survival skills including escape and evasion and a blossoming mind for strategy and tactics and is capable of speed reading. She's a natural acrobat and possesses the mixture of force of will and domineering personality that allows her to brow beat most people into following her or doing what she says while resisting the manipulations of others.
+ "It's over 9000!", Force: Asara has a thick connection to the Force, although she typically uses it to enhance her already considerable combat prowess. Should she employ it in her defense or as a weapon it is most likely to be her talent for Telekinesis. Telekinetic lightsabre combat is one skill in particular that she is keen on developing to perfection.
+ "Keep talking, please", The Voice: Most likely pure luck rather than an intended design, Asara possesses an almost hypnotic voice. Sonorous, smooth, confident and over-flowing with authority, when she speaks people listen.
- "A lion does not concern themselves with the opinions of the sheep", Narcissism: Asara looks down upon those who she believes are not as naturally capable as she is, which in her mind is just about everybody. Though she seems gregarious and makes friends easily, this is only an initial reaction, as those who spend long periods of time in her presence will either become mentally abused into submission or be driven away by her domineering personality and interact with her on a minimal basis.
- "Spoils of war.", Conqueror: Asara comes from a culture far more under-developed than that of modern civilisation. Where she comes from Might Makes Right, and in her mind she is the mightiest of all. As she see's it, those whom she defeats belong to her and are hers to do with as she pleases. Bend at the knee and show submission and you will be treated well; defy her and perish brutally. Naturally, this courtesy does not extend in the opposite direction - being allowed to live just grants her time to plot her revenge.
- "Flattery will get you everywhere" Egotistical: Asara is an egotistical person (surprise!). Some may argue justifiably so, but nevertheless, flattery and compliments are ways to feign submission and gain her trust, if used correctly. Be careful, however, as she is not a blind fool and her revenge can be a brutally horrible thing to experience.
- "I rode the saddle of the world", Ambitious: Before she entered the galaxy at large, Asara was the brutal warlord of a continent still stuck in the iron ages. With multiple sex slaves for every night of the year, city-state elders too terrified to disobey her and the wealth of a world at her beck and call, none opposed her rule as none were capable of defeating the "Child Nightmare" in either personal combat or on the battlefield. That is, until he showed up. Though she has much more to gain now across the stars there is a part of her that bitterly laments being toppled from apex of the food chain, and this has caused her to set her sights on ever bigger and bigger prizes. How long until she bites off more than she can chew? Time will tell.
- "You've got two hearts? I always pictured them as little bits of lint.", Unique Biology: Asara has a unique biology, as she's not entirely human. Her enhanced body is unique in many ways and were it not for its own capacity for self-healing then she might have perished a long time ago from otherwise fatal wounds. The downside to this is that medical personnel would be at a loss when tending to her as her physiology would be almost alien to them. The only way this could be overcome is if she allowed herself to be studied. You've got two guesses as to the likelihood of that happening.
APPEARANCE:
A tall, lean, athletic and statuesque woman, Asara cuts an impressive figure wherever she goes and has little problem standing out. Though not perfect, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, she possesses the mien of a predatory animal that others know to either stay away from or flock towards for protection. With a mane of auburn hair and angular, almost handsome features and blue eyes, her entire image can be easy on the eyes but has an undeniable masculinity that might off-put those who appreciate the soft and the feminine.
When out and about Asara prefers to wear clothes that are practical and comfortable, often with trim light jackets and solid boots. When going into combat, however, she possesses an enclosed suit of light armor that is desirable to wear for the utilities woven into it rather than the minimal protection it would actually provide.
BIOGRAPHY:
Prologue:
Durasteel catwalks shook beneath the quick pace off heavily falling armored boots. Blaring alarms drowned everything with klaxons and the hot orange glow of scintillating warning lights, everything but the frantic, rapid blaster fire criss-crossing the narrow corridors of a lonely space station.
Panting heavily as he darted back and forth between controls that were bathed in oscilating amber light, Dr Midea worked his hands across computer banks that seemed to power down only seconds after he attempted activation. Pausing to catch his breath and wipe the silvery hair off of his forehead after sweat had ruined his one immaculate style, Dr Midea swallowed hard as he looked over his shoulder towards the only door of his laboratory - unlike everything else in this room it was still working. Through the eye-scorching lighting the doctor could make out the images of his two remain personnel, two from several hundred, their figures hunched by the sides of the door and leaning around it periodically to unleash the automatic blaster fire of their weapons at enemies unseen. Almost sensing he was being watched, one of the men looked over his shoulder at his employer and screamed through the noise, "Doc - whatever it is yer gunna do, do it!" before a blaster bolt speared him in the chest and sent him down in a hard heap where her twitched and spasmed on the floor.
Feeling the air catch as hot fire in this throat, the doctor turned away and back to his failing instruments, his fingers twitching by his side as he reached for them - but paused. Above a circular bank of lights flickered to life the image of presentation that only those of the Imperial military could muster. A sharply fitting olive-green uniform, hat placed upon ones well-groomed hair and a smirk so self-congratulating it silently tempted Dr Midea into reaching out and slapping the hologram. "Have I caught you at a bad time?"
Gritting his teeth, "You couldn't catch a cold", Dr Midea sneered, moving to his last remaining computer banck and stabbing his fingers across the keys.
"I caught you, didn't I? Lacking the wit of a virus - how very unlike you, doctor."
Dr Midea's lips pursed as he reached over and smashed his hand uselessly against the holoreceiver control panel, his efforts barely audible above the sporadic blaster fire from the door of his laboratory.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry yourself with that. You cannot escape your obligations, Dr Midea," the officer allowed himself a smirk before his features hardened into pitiless apathy, "and you were paid handsomely."
"You'll never get them!" Dr Midea hissed, frantically working away at the controls before him, "Those...things are never falling into your hands!"
"They will indeed, I fear. And you could have developed a symbiosis with our accountants, had you retained the precious currency of loyalty. Perhaps you might wish to consider that as a lesson for the rest of your life...which I calculate is approximately one and a half minutes."
Ignoring the hologram, Dr Midea typed with a speed that only fear could inspire in a man, "Computer - computer!" he yelled, sweat clinging to then unshaven bristle across his jaw.
"Yyyyyyyy - es, Do-o-oo-Dr Midea." a scrambled and barely functioning voice sounded from the control bank.
"What do you think you're doing?" the hologram asked slowly and suspiciously.
"Prepare tubes 3 through to 11 for launch!"
"But do-doc-doct-doctor; no no no no coordinates haaaave been set."
"Just fire the damn things!"
From his viewscreen Dr Midea watched as the escape pods on the station jettisoned into space - catapulted at the speed of a projectile across almost a dozen random trajectories. Upon closer inspection, however, the smooth, bulbuous dimensions of a life pod had been replaced with jagged containers - tough and durable in appearance and lacking the lights and atttractants on an emergency vessel whose occupants would need in order to be recovered.
"We'll find them," the image said cooly. Turning to look off-camera, "Prepare tractor be - "
"Not this time," Dr Midea uttered, pressing one last control on his computer panel before the lights were drained from its interface. Outside, each container quickly winked out of existence - swallowed by the fabric of the galaxy as if they had never been there.
"What?!" the Imperial hissed, his holo visibly straightening up as he peered on in disbelief. Laughing softly, "They will never be yours..." Dr Midea spat, his voice trailing off to the arrival of armored, white boots quickly coming up behind him to form a semi-circle. The Imperial could only look on in a rictus of stunned silence as across his communications flared the firing squad of blaster fire and the slumping of a lifeless body across the floor.
Discovery:
Tivinae panted heavily against the hot breath in his lungs as he ran at top speed across the pastures of his fathers farm. The Gods had been angry last night and had pierced the sky with a spear of fire, and already their wrath could be heard rolling down through the tree's atop the hill he was facing. Already he had watched from the window of his room as men atop horses had crossed the fields and filteredinto the woods to investigate. And now as he drew nearer that forest-capped hill he could hear from high above the unfamiliar clang of steel upon the air with the guttural shouts of men and the breaking of bone.
"Chan DIn! Hutvagh -hutvagh!"
The scent of ozone hit the childs nose as he started his way up the hill, and smoke still rose into an oily curtain behind the wall of tree's ahead of him. Swallowing hard against the thickening arid air, Tivinae held the sleeve of his loose-fitting cloth and brought it up to cover his mouth and nose.
An abrupt death-shriek paused the boy in his tracks. Instinctively he pulled himself low to the ground, the taller threads of soft grass caressing the sides of his face as he peered intently into that thicket of tree trunks and whatever violent mystery lay therein.
"lo'laHbe'ghach!"
Pursing his lips and resisting the urge to cough from the irritation drawn across the insides of his throat, Tivinae moved up the hill until dwarfed inside the shadows of the looming forest. Pressing his hand against the bark as his brown eyes took in the twisted network of branches and leaves, Tivinae pressed deeper into the umbrage and towards the sounds of violence. He did not have to travel far. To an outside viewer the disfiguration would have been hidden by the labrinyth of tree's - but once inside the perimeter, Tivinae almost fell into a chared chasm that ran across the hill like a scar in the world. Deep, wide and remiss of anything but blackened dirt ad shattered stumps. That's when he spotted it - the whir of arms and the rush of bodies too and fro upon his peripherals.
Hurrying over, Tivinae quickly fell behind a darkened stump as he watched. The broken tree's had created an impromptu obstacle course - a veritable maze of lumber that could lure a man in with promise of passage only to trap him with a sharp corner. That was exactly the situation of the group of armed men that darted back and forth.
His eyes wandering, Tivinae felt a knot seize his chest as his gaze fell to the ground and the corpses upon it. Seeing the dead was nothing new for the boy, not on this planet - but these cadavers were different. Torn, broken - beaten to death with a savagery he had only seen in wild beasts.
Tivinae's attention was torn back up to the armed men as the sergeant stormed around the corner of the wooden pile, sword in hand and eyes blazing with a hot-blooded fury. "ghuy' ghubDaq!" he bellowed at his two remaining men, waving his sword hand to emphasise his guttural voice. Abruptly his attention was drawn to the top of the lumber maze as a hunched figure emerged atop it.
"DaH bIHegh!" he shouted as the figure lept down from its vantage point. Tivinae watched as the figures features were revealed in its descent; its lean, muscled figure and...her youthful features, alive with bloodlust.
Landing among them, she darted forward towards the sergeant and knocked his sword hand away as he brought it across in a glimmering arc. Tivinae's eyes widened as he watched her pounce forward as quick as an arrow - hands ensnaring him across the shoulder, pulling him around one eighty degree's and hurling him at one of his underlings, the two men hitting the logs behind them in a tangled heap.
Acting quickly, the third man came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, scooping her off her feet. Snarling and gnashing her face back and forth as if trying to bite him over her shoulder, the girl pressed her feet flat against one of the many broken trunks before them - using ti as a spring board that sent him back like a missile. The two slammed into the same pile of lumber as the others, only this man had a hundred pounds of flesh pressed against his chest that caved his rib-cage inwards in an audiable choir of cracks!. The man bellowed a harsh, drowned gurgle as blood bubbled out from his mouth - but she was already acting. Reaching up and grabbing his hand with both of hers, she twisted in roughly in opposite directions - a second set of snaps! amplifying his screams as she tugged herself free, turned around and nailed her fists wildly into his face.
Having rendered her foe a pummeled pulp, she abruptly hissed and drew herself back like a recoiling snake- the other two men having recovered and the sergeant standing over her with freshly-drawn blood across his blade.
Both of them came at her together.
Darting to the side quicker than either of them could follow, she grabbed the sergeant by the wrist and drew her forehead sharply against his nose - the loud, wet popping sound coinciding with his shout of pain as she directed his sword tip to the side and into his second man who had wheeled himself around to try and meet her. Roaring in pain and gripped in his final moments, the sergeant pulled his blade from the guts of his dead comrade and swung it around in wide arc in the girls direction. Caught by surprise, its steel tore across her forearms and stomach, and Tivinae could see the ruby splatter flick around the ground before she delivered a crushing, forward thrusting kick straight to the mans chest that sent him into a broken heap against the jagged wooden pile for good.
They're all dead, the boy muttered under his breath - dark brown eyes wide open as he panted heavily. Terrified of moving he could do nothing but watch as the girl staggered backwards towards him, her feet missing the half a dozen broken corpses strewn around the debris of tree's and once vibrant grass. He watched as she turned and, for the first time, he could actually see her properly - her body a veritable map of cuts, bruises and gashes. She panted heavily as the stress seemed to finally catch up with her as she lumbered forward with enough wounds to slay ten men. Collapsing forward onto her knee's, she coughed and gripped at her wounds, sneering at her own fate before slowly crumbling onto her side, unmoving. Silence.
Tivinae remained motionless for what seemed like hours, any idea of movement of speech completely driven from his mind. When he finally came around to his senses he drew himself up from his hiding spot and stared intently at the girl who still remained crumpled in a heap within a circle of dead bodies. Taking a step backwards, he turned to leave - to forgot anything he ever saw and to let the gods decide her fate from here on...but he paused. Looking back over his shoulder slowly, lips pursed, he wondered whether they would not punish him for refusing aid to the dying.
Looking back at the direction of his house, then back to her...he exhaled and quickly headed down into the charred ravine to retrieve her.
SHIP:
Does your character have a personal ship? If so, describe it in moderate detail (what does it look like, what can it do, what types of weapons and engines does it have, etc.).
KILLS:
Post the names of the PC characters (characters role-played by real people) that your character has killed. If possible, include a link to the thread in which your character killed him/her.
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
Post the names of any bounties you have delivered and the amount of money you gained for it. If possible, include a link to the thread in which it happened.
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ROLE-PLAYS:
Post the links and the titles to all of your characters Role-Plays. To make things easier, post the link and name here as soon as you enter the Role-Play thread.
