Darius Fenrir
Character
NAME: Darius Fenrir
FACTION: The One Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 217 lbs
EYES: Deep Orange
HAIR: Darius's hair is Raven colored.
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
Physical Prowess: Darius is able to overpower his opponent with very little trouble. He is almost always the victor when the decider is sheer strength.
Endurance: Darius is able to take a lot in terms of hits. He could be considered being the opposite of having a glass jaw. His body has been through enough conditioning that it needs to take quite a beating before going down.
Lack Of Formal Training: Darius has never been trained by a formal master. This may seem like a downside, but to anyone who has gotten used to dueling with people who use actual lightsaber forms, Darius' attacks will catch them off guard.
WEAKNESSES:
Uncontrollable Anger: At random times, Darius will just go off. All it takes is an event that would normally make someone upset or sad to set him off. At those points, nobody is safe, not even the ones he holds dearest to him.
Unintelligent: Darius is still able to function, but he's really only good at following orders and killing. If he was asked to formulate any sort of plan, he would fail miserably.
Weak Force Ability: Even as a force sensitive, Darius has an extremely hard time controlling it. He can barely lift rock with the force, so anything complicated is out of the question.
Screaming: When Darius gets mad he screams. Try to be stealthy when that happens. Hint, you can't do it.
APPEARANCE:
With scars covering the majority of his body, Darius can be called "unattractive". Still, behind the massive amounts of scar tissue was once a very attractive man. He has a very muscular frame, which makes him look very intimidating. He has, on many occasions, been called scary. His skin is very pale, and his veins are fairly visible, as common with dark side corruption. Darius wears a tattered black cloak, with noticeable burns on the bottom right corner of the cape. He usually wears a hood, but he it usually falls off when during a fight.
BIOGRAPHY:
Cascaded in shadows, the room seemed to sway back and forth. A distant blaze sent enough little to make simple outlines in the room visible. The endless sea of space loomed in the distance, but a sea of blood was much closer. The floor of the room was flooded. Besides the crackling of an ever growing fire in the distance, the sound of a whimpering man, pleading for his life resounded from the floor. A tall, looming figure, stared down at the man. Coming too after a rage induced black out, Darius knew what had to be done. He trusted himself to have taken out the rest of the men aboard the star ship, which left just this one to finish off. Darius began to pace through the ankle high pool of blood. Several bodies lay dead, scattered around the room. The man on the ground continued his begging, his simple grey officer's uniform was becoming drenched in the blood of his fallen friends. "Please! Don't kill me. I don't deserve to die. I did nothing wrong! I tried to stop them from arguing with you, I swear!" Darius had heard pleas like this a million times before. None of them mattered. He used to like hearing them squirm and plea, but now it was all noise. Like an annoying buzz from a bug that you couldn't wait to squash. A big black hand found it's way to the officer's neck. Lifted with one arm, in a raspy voice, the officer exclaimed, "No! Please!" The thought crossed Darius' mind to crush his neck in the one hand, but he decided against it. Instead, the man was launched across the room into a wall. The officer must have realized that he reached his end, for tears began to mix with blood the covered his face, and sobs echoed from his mouth. Darius approached the man. "What are you?" The voice was barely a whisper, but Darius heard it none the less. He grabbed hold of the head of the officer and began pounding it on the wall behind them. After the first bang, a scream exploded from the officers mouth. After the second it stopped. Although, Darius didn't quit smashing the head there. He continued one couldn't tell the difference between it and a spoiled pumpkin. Dripping with blood, Darius stood up and walked out the door. He looked back at the body one more time before saying in a hushed tone, "I wish I knew."
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FACTION: The One Sith
RANK: Acolyte
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 22
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 217 lbs
EYES: Deep Orange
HAIR: Darius's hair is Raven colored.
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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STRENGTHS:
Physical Prowess: Darius is able to overpower his opponent with very little trouble. He is almost always the victor when the decider is sheer strength.
Endurance: Darius is able to take a lot in terms of hits. He could be considered being the opposite of having a glass jaw. His body has been through enough conditioning that it needs to take quite a beating before going down.
Lack Of Formal Training: Darius has never been trained by a formal master. This may seem like a downside, but to anyone who has gotten used to dueling with people who use actual lightsaber forms, Darius' attacks will catch them off guard.
WEAKNESSES:
Uncontrollable Anger: At random times, Darius will just go off. All it takes is an event that would normally make someone upset or sad to set him off. At those points, nobody is safe, not even the ones he holds dearest to him.
Unintelligent: Darius is still able to function, but he's really only good at following orders and killing. If he was asked to formulate any sort of plan, he would fail miserably.
Weak Force Ability: Even as a force sensitive, Darius has an extremely hard time controlling it. He can barely lift rock with the force, so anything complicated is out of the question.
Screaming: When Darius gets mad he screams. Try to be stealthy when that happens. Hint, you can't do it.
APPEARANCE:
With scars covering the majority of his body, Darius can be called "unattractive". Still, behind the massive amounts of scar tissue was once a very attractive man. He has a very muscular frame, which makes him look very intimidating. He has, on many occasions, been called scary. His skin is very pale, and his veins are fairly visible, as common with dark side corruption. Darius wears a tattered black cloak, with noticeable burns on the bottom right corner of the cape. He usually wears a hood, but he it usually falls off when during a fight.
BIOGRAPHY:
Cascaded in shadows, the room seemed to sway back and forth. A distant blaze sent enough little to make simple outlines in the room visible. The endless sea of space loomed in the distance, but a sea of blood was much closer. The floor of the room was flooded. Besides the crackling of an ever growing fire in the distance, the sound of a whimpering man, pleading for his life resounded from the floor. A tall, looming figure, stared down at the man. Coming too after a rage induced black out, Darius knew what had to be done. He trusted himself to have taken out the rest of the men aboard the star ship, which left just this one to finish off. Darius began to pace through the ankle high pool of blood. Several bodies lay dead, scattered around the room. The man on the ground continued his begging, his simple grey officer's uniform was becoming drenched in the blood of his fallen friends. "Please! Don't kill me. I don't deserve to die. I did nothing wrong! I tried to stop them from arguing with you, I swear!" Darius had heard pleas like this a million times before. None of them mattered. He used to like hearing them squirm and plea, but now it was all noise. Like an annoying buzz from a bug that you couldn't wait to squash. A big black hand found it's way to the officer's neck. Lifted with one arm, in a raspy voice, the officer exclaimed, "No! Please!" The thought crossed Darius' mind to crush his neck in the one hand, but he decided against it. Instead, the man was launched across the room into a wall. The officer must have realized that he reached his end, for tears began to mix with blood the covered his face, and sobs echoed from his mouth. Darius approached the man. "What are you?" The voice was barely a whisper, but Darius heard it none the less. He grabbed hold of the head of the officer and began pounding it on the wall behind them. After the first bang, a scream exploded from the officers mouth. After the second it stopped. Although, Darius didn't quit smashing the head there. He continued one couldn't tell the difference between it and a spoiled pumpkin. Dripping with blood, Darius stood up and walked out the door. He looked back at the body one more time before saying in a hushed tone, "I wish I knew."
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