Sirak Kolar
Balagoth's Herald
"I serve only Balagoth. He is the leash that controls this beast."
│Social Information│
- │Name│Sirak Kolar
- │Alias│Ebon
- │Titles│Arch-Angel of Nar ShaddaButcher of Little Coruscant
- │Faction│The Primeval
- │Rank│Initiate
- │Homeworld│Zabrak
- │Living Situation│Asexual
- │Marital Status│Single
- │Voice Sample│Steve Downes
│Physical Information│
- │Species│Zabrak
- │Age│40
- │Sex│Male
- │Height│1.98 m
- │Weight│95.25 Kg
- │Eye Color│ Green
- │Hair│Has no hair, instead choosing to have a shaven head.
- │Skin│ A dark tan, pushing towards brown.
- │Force│Force Sensitive │ Yes
- Force Rank │ Padawan
│Strengths and Weaknesses│
│Physical│
[+] Zabrak Martial Prowess -
From a young age, he was brought up in the same way as his fellow Zabrak's. He went through his trial as a boy, taught the way to fight as those around him did. Each child was forced to, for the sake of the race. He was exceptionally gifted in such arts, and often wrestled his peers, his size helping to dominate them.
[+] Endurance and Pain Tolerance -
Constant wrestling, near torture on his home world, and dangerous scarring on his back to symbolize his family's passing, he has grown a large resistant to pain. Able to brush off all but the most brutal of strikes, he has a tendency to push past his body's limit, tearing wounds open farther than they were by overexerting the cuts. Often, as a child, his fights had to be broken up by elders when he was losing for this exact reason.
As time went on however, and he came to terms with his pain barrier, it became his weapon, and in the pits of Coruscant and Nar Shadaa, it proved useful many times when a normal resilience would have left a normal man dead, but left Ebon with scars and an experience.
[+] Powerful and Dominating Swordsmanship -
Large, quick, and unforgiving, his swordsmanship is masterful. As a Jedi Padawan, he neglected his studies on the force for the preferred mastery of the light saber, and in doing such he has a powerful mastery of the regal blade. While he has experience in Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, and Ataru, his mastery and true potential finds it's foundation in his Ataru form.
[+] High Endurance, Wonderful Agility -
Through his years of fighting, running, and surviving in the low trudges of Nar Shadaa, Ebon has found harmony in his body. A machine of power, of precision, and most importantly focus, it takes much to make the swordsman tired, and even more to take him down.
[+] Power Hand to Hand Combat -
Combat in a few cantinas, numerous alleyways, and four prisons, has led to a massive increase in the martial prowess of Ebon. With or without a blade, he finds power in his size and training, and his extraordinary focus allows for precise and powerful strikes against any opponent he faces. Wrestling, boxing, and physical martial arts are all at his disposal, and his appropriation of the Ataru form allows for wild and wicked strikes that few opponents can expect, let alone counter or block.
[-] Eradicate Force User -
Following his cryptonite freezing, and his previous inexperience controlling the force in his Jedi training, Ebon finds no true hope in the force. His power is marginal, but its explosive and random nature prove to be both a hindrance and a blessing in combat. Most often in anger, his powers tend to fluctuate, but a decent force use of any sort would be able to predict and stop the waves of energy.
[-] Bad Aim (Thrown/Blaster) -
Never playing a game of catch, the young Zabrak has never refined his hand eye coordination for throwing or shooting weapons. They've always seemed crude, horrible devices. He much preferred the refined and sharpened edge of blades and sabers alike, complimenting on ones physical skill and attitude than anything else.
│Mental│
[+] Hard Working -
Growing up in a Jedi Academy led to his current work ethic. He's always pushed harder than those around him, thinking it would be his future, but when his life fell apart, it became his focus that kept him alive in the wars he created.
[+] Skilled Fighter Pilot -
Through much training with Hasjo, re-founder of the JFC, he learned the ways of the Jedi Fighter Corps, he has learned the skills of amplifying flight abilities with the force, and is able to do movements less force inclined people would never be able to achieve, yet tends not to use it when flying, preferring a direct approach. Without the force, he's simply another great pilot.
[+/-] Extremely Liberal -
Ebon has a view of the world of progression. He finds little use in holding onto traditions as those before him do, and instead chooses to push advancement of all things as they should be. The status quo isn't acceptable, but instead change when good is. At times, the change does little good to the majority, but more for his own benefit.
[+/-] Spouts of Anger -
After finding himself trapped away for a long period of time, and losing all trace of his once great ally and best friend, he found himself losing touch with the light side of the force, slowly falling to the dark side. His outbursts were not controlled like a true sith, but rather moments of extreme aggravation. He finds no solace in dwelling, and seems more angered by those around him offering to help in his anguish.
[-] Brings Emotions into Decisions -
Hardly a redeemable feature of a would be Jedi, and even less so of a Dark Jedi, he's had to deal with his emotions overtaking his mental prowess numerous times. Although he hides it well, his emotions hold a tighter grip on him than he'd ever be willing to admit.
[-] Annoyance with Authority -
Upon his freedom from Cryo-Freeze, he found his acceptance of those above him to be lackluster. Previously, his only commander was that of Knight and Admiral of the Jedi Fighter Corps, and it was only him he had respected. Through the years, this effect grew into disapproval of authority besides him in general. Other's rules were the bane of his existence, and he had every intention to instill his own over theirs.
│Appearence│
A large and tan Zabrak man. He's well over the average size of his race, rippling with muscle beneath his dark tan skin, and dark tattoo's across his face from his trials as a young man. Horns across his head, but none are too eccentric to stop him from being reasonable in combat.
He wears generally loose fitting robes, for his own comfort. He carries two blades, a double bladed hilt of exquisite design, and a far more plain single bladed type. Should one see him, he'd look calm and proud, walking with his chest puffed outwards due to his own racial ego.
│Biography│
Part 1 │ Childhood
Raised a Zabrak, and taught to fight like a Zabrak. Sirak was a man of many feats, and crushing his peers under brute strength was one of them. His father was an experience warrior, spending many years before his singular son's birth, infighting with other Zabrak, and working as a mercenary for hire. Often, Sirak's father would try and pressure the boy into fighting his peers, despite his young age. It wasn't until a Jedi had visited the planet and noticed Sirak's force sensitivity that he was offered a chance to join the temple. His father, finding great honor in having a Jedi for a son, allowed it to happen. His father had secondary means despite this, but ended up dying only a year after his son entered the academy due to assassination.
Upon arrival, he did just what he was used to. He pronounced his dominance over the others through sheer power and skill. No other student in his class could muster the ability to beat him with the sparring bars, and he used this as leeway to detract from the fact that his force powers were not up to par as the other children.
Part 2 │ Training
Sirak arrived and found his bunkmate to be his guide around the facility. It was with him that he trained in light saber combat, ship maneuvers and fighting, and blaster based target practice. With no direct master, Sirak has lacked in refinement in the force, instead choosing to listen to it, than to use it. His combative skill, his need to become a battle master is what pushes the man. A Jedi in title, but years of inexperience leave him a force to be reckoned with, and a blade to be sharpened.
Part 3 │ Disappearance
The Zabrak was a dangerous fighter behind a ship by this point, his controls and ship like an extension of his own hand. Each movement was fluent, careful, and filled with intent. It was in a interception of an enemy ship with his bunk mate, Hasjo Hallu, that he was shot down. His ship veered, sucked into the gravity well of a local planet, and shot through it's atmosphere like a bullet. It was in this moment, he blacked out.
Years later, the brutal fighter awoke, coughing and sputtering in a wildly shifting room. The darkness penetrated his vision like a veil, covering everything he tried to focus on. He had been free'ed from cryo-freeze through a glitch in the unit's system, and after twenty years, he was free from his imprisonment. His accounts empty, and only his gear on his waist to last him, he wandered out, to try and get his bearings on this sick and twisted galaxy he had awoken too.
After searching the galaxy for his long gone friend Hasjo, the Zabrak turned to a new Jedi Master to apprentice under. It was with him, Hasjo had his first blood of a Sith, and it was with him he began to lose himself to the dark side. After only a few short years of training, and countless missions, his master had fallen to unknown hands and the Zabrak lay alone in the universe once more. His travels brought the mighty warrior to the Coruscant undercity, and eventually through his 'management' of crime in the sectors he dwelled, he found himself travelling to the criminal planet of Nar Shadaa, understanding full the power the Hutt cartel's had there.
Part 4 │ Bounty Hunting
While staying on Nar Shadaa, the fallen Jedi found himself hunting at first out of justice, killing and crippling the numerous gangs and curbing the massive crime waves as fast as he could. The real world experience of the fight brought him experience, and power. He was feared in the cities underbelly, and with that fear he made a name for himself. He was the Butcher of the Nar Shadaa, but what was once a sense of justice driving him, soon became something far worse.
The years of carbon freezing seemed to altar the Zabrak's mind. As justice was once his calling, now only blood lust sated his hunger, and with this hunger he began to slip into darkness. His power came from his swords, but his focus came from his violent thirst, and no longer did his blade only meet criminals with extreme prejudice, but one and all would feel his wrath in times of darkness he found. A body count was all that made him jubilant, and only a body count would release him from this state.
Part 5 │ The Primeval and Ebon
When the Primeval eventually obtained control of the planet, Sirak found the freedom he sought from the blood thirsty nature he held so close. In his fractured, damaged mine, the force was no longer his ally, and only the religions of his overlords would suffice. In finding himself enthralled with the gods, he recreated himself in the image he hoped to attain. Sirak Kolar became Ebon, a man of the Primeval, and in this he would make his gods happy. He would use his connections, his reputation, and his blades to bring this truth to the world in a wave of fire, whether they wished it or not.
│Ship│
Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor │ (X)
A small and beat up Jedi Intercepter, an updated version of a Eta-2 Actis-class light interceptor. He cares for the space craft like a child, taking care to keep it in well maintence condition. Although it isn't pretty, it does him well. It's armed with two laser canons, and smaller ion blasters, with a slightly modified twin ion engine. An accompanying booster ring was often kept close, allowing for far distance travel in conjunction with his 1.0 Hyperdrive.
│Kills│
None, currently.
│Bounties│
None, currently.
SKILL-SET:
Lightsaber Forms:
I - Shii-Cho: |||||||||-|
II - Makashi: |||||||||-|
III - Soresu: |||||||||-|
IV - Ataru: |||||||||-|
V - Shien: |||||||||-|
VI - Niman: |||||||||-|
VII - Vapaad: |||||||||-|
Other Forms:
N/A: ||||||||||-|
ROLE-PLAYS:
A Mission to Sith Occupied Alderaan:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/42773-mission-to-alderaan/
Sirak "Repossesing" his Lightsabers:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/42688-the-zabrak-that-could-and-would/
Republic Scouting:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25978-main-qef-the-journey-begins/
Bounty Hunting (Never Finished):
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25138-willing-to-die/
Sparring with another Jedi:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25423-an-exotic-weapon-sirak/
Being accepted into the Jedi Academy:
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/25365-a-warm-welcome/
