Resident President Meme
NAME: Darlyn Excron
FACTION: Commenor
RANK: Minister of Justice
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Approx. 25?
SEX: Oh so very much a male
HEIGHT: Measures in at 5' 8"
WEIGHT: 158 lbs
EYES: Eyes are a deep blue
HAIR: A vibrant red
SKIN: Somewhat pale, but not sickly so
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes.
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
+ Prefers using the Nimian lightsaber style, which is very balanced.
+ Has spent much time developing a fighting style to include blasters into lightsaber combat. Combined with the balanced Nimian, this can be a somewhat unpredictable fighting style at times, especially for those not expecting it.
+ Because of his philosophy in not letting his anger control him, his main force powers (Push/Pull, Jump, and Lightning) are quite refined and deadly. Perhaps not due to the philosophy affecting them directly, but because of his focus and application.
+ Practices both classical Niman and Jar'Kai, providing both a swift, aggressive combat ability or skillful parying with a shoto saber.
+/- When made frustrated, he is prone to angry outbursts. In combat this translates to him swapping into a crude, violent style reminiscent of Juyo, and his lightning failing to be as useful or deadly. He also tends to focus on Force Choke and Crush more than Lightning when fully enraged.
+/- Loves explosives, always carrying a few on him. Precautions are taken but you *can* use this to your advantage if you know how to get them from him mid fight.
- When angered, logic and reason he so prides himself on goes out the window in favor of crushing the enemy. This makes it not only possible, but a likely eventuality to catch him off guard (Tunnel vision effect).
- Niman has few strengths.
- Classical dual-blade work is a rather recent development, and not his strongest forms.
- Has an incomplete training
APPEARANCE:
Has a scar on his neck, running up at an angle suggesting a piece of shrapnel from previous battles. Not shown in picture: possesses a mask for undercover or covert missions, a perfect mirror that hides his face. Anyone with force detection abilities will be able to recognize his dark, calm presence if they've met him in person.
BIOGRAPHY:
Darlyn Excron was a young child when he first remembers the quiet of solitude. The details are murky, but he remembers being out with his family, trying to get off world to avoid.. something. Perhaps it was his father's debts, as others told him later. Perhaps it was to escape a disease, or a war. He cannot recall, he only remembers looking around to realize he was utterly alone... and the quiet. The boy fashioned himself a pseudonym, which he has now come to adopt as his own name, with his true name forgotten to history, save those who might remember him still, few as they'd be, and began a life living off the streets. What planet did he live on... he recalls snow.. though that could be any number of planets. It matters not, though, as his memories jump from here.
An older boy, perhaps 8 or 9... Darlyn had been living off the streets. No, surviving off the streets, he needed something new, something with hope. He went home, his father's home, and tried to find something there. Of course it wouldn't be that simple, an alarm began to blare when he returned. No one had moved in, but the building was for sale, it made sense, and he'd walked into what was now a trap. He ran for his father's study, desperate to find anything to use. During his search, he found his father's untouched hidden cache, containing his DL-17 blaster pistol, a picture of his family, and his father's most prized possession: a yellow crystal. When he returned downstairs, the authorities that yet remained here came to arrest him for trespassing, and in the young (but older) boy's fear, he shot the blaster, hitting the door panel by mistake and locking the door. What luck, this would hold, perhaps a minute.
Again, he was still trapped, with nowhere to go. It was now that he remembered the solitude from before, the empty lonely abyss coming to engulf him again. He closed his eyes, and decided to fight this fate. He ran again, searching for an out, any, though the only window he could open fully was upstairs, and too far to make. Still, it would have to do. He leaped, closing the window behind him just before doing so. When he landed, he twisted his ankle, and crumpled to the ground. Surely this was the end, he closed his eyes and tried to crawl away before his mind faded.
And then he realized, the bed was soft beneath him, warm. He opened his eyes, to a man in a mask, and hooded dark robes. His savior, and soon his master. The boy's escape was no mistake, not fully. The force, it seemed, was strong within him, or at the least present. With the options of serving this man, or death, he knew full well the proper choice. Thus began his life as a sith, short lived as it would be. Trained from his age to harness the force as a weapon, he began his master's choice of training. Violence, in all its brutal, efficient forms. He fought, nay, hunted jedi his Master most despised, using whatever he could to draw them out into the open. He became a murder machine, using whatever he could to ensure victory. Blasters, lightsabers, and his beloved lightning were the choice forms of death, and with them he became capable, proficient. His philosophy of composing himself, and fighting with calm and measured focus granted him something most sith hunters weren't expecting, an enemy they couldn't always expect. He used his anger, he did not let it control him. He was the master of his emotions, and the bringer of death... until he finally lost, taking the shrapnel from a fragmentation grenade he hadn't seen. His neck was scarred, forcing a retreat. The sentence for failure would be death.
Once more, he chose to defy fate, and escaped his master's planet on a supply freighter, hiding himself in the ship through it's journey. Now, he was a man without purpose. A hunter without prey.. it was... unacceptable. He left the freighter upon landing, and has begun his life anew once more. A hunter needed prey, and in a world as chaotic as this... a bounty would surely be simple enough. He chuckled to himself, putting his black hood up and striding forth. For him, the hunt was on, and his prey had best pray they were worth more alive.
Some time passes, and he's made many allies and connections through his hunts, including a particularly violent expedition on Bespin. Through the selfless act of Lady Kay, he is saved and can live another day, and the man swears quietly to himself to repay her kindness in kind. The opportunity arises on Commenor much later, as the Queen, the once benevolent president Kay, comes into power. Fortune had brought Darlyn there at the right time, and he swiftly moves in to secure a place in her government, to assist her as best he can.
Of course everything could easily change. And in preparation for such a time he moves to secure himself an object of power, the lightsaber of Exar Kun. With the weapon in hand he can weather whatever storm will come through Commenor, surely he can. For now, though, the newly made Head of Security will do his part to keep Commenor, and the Queen, safe from harm, and to keep his debt to Lady Kay until he can truly repay it.
Much to his surprise, he found himself soon enough in a Minister's office, bored out of his mind and building up bottled feelings, and finding himself drawn to the bar to find something entertaining to do. When his carefree life of taking fights where he could, and enjoying what bits of law enforcement he was allowed to do, he found the Incursion coming to his planet's doorsteps. The fight at the Force Praxeum seemed to shatter his facade of overconfidence and jokes, as young children were cut down and tortured. Since, he has fluctuated from an overly exaggerated version of himself, and the melancholy he genuinely feels from it all. And he drinks, a lot more, especially as a mysterious figure starts piracy in his sector, disguised like his old self....
SHIP:
Does not currently possess a personal ship. Is searching for one, preferably with enough room to support a crew.
Weapons and Equipment:
- Possesses a DL-18 Blaster pistol at all times with ornate engravings on the grip.
- Death Special Custom
- One of every pistol
- Possesses his lightsaber. Color: A somewhat darker yellow than usual.
- Possesses Exar Kun's lightsaber. Color: A somewhat darkened blue.
- Black Sith Robes (Commenor Wings insignia on left breast)
- Mandalore the Ultimate's Armor
- Drifter Shotgun
- Desperado-Class Armor
- Usually possesses explosives.
- Mirrored Mask.
Lightsaber style and Force knowledge:
Force:
- Lightning
- Telekinesis
- Choke
- Crush (very limited)
- Basic senses (Detecting the force around him)
- Mind Trick
- Jump
Saber Styles:
Jar'kai (Classical - Form Six)
Niman (Classical Dual Wield form)
Saberstaff
Nimien
KILLS:
N/A
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
N/A
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The Yellow Bladed Hunter
Head of Security
ROLE-PLAYS:
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