Vladkione Dawnpierce
INACTIVE
Name: Vladkione Holvand Dawnpierce
Birthplace: Panatha
Faction: The Paecian Empire
Force Sensitive: Very much so
Rank: N/A
Species: Epicanthix
Age: 855-1000 (33 in physical age)
Sex: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 195lbs
Eyes: Reddish-ember.
Hair: Bald
Skin: Slightly tanned
Strengths and Weaknesses:
[+] A Fighter's Virtue - Highly resilient and persistent, will not back down from any challenge even if he's at a loss.
[+] Juggernaut's Favor - Uses raw Dark Side energy to fuel his melee attacks, adding a kinetic edge to his lightsaber combat.
[+] With Might Must Come Knowledge - Well-disciplined and not easy to intimidate.
[+] Hard-Headed: - Genetic traits allow resistance to mind-based Force abilities/attacks.
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[-] Sleepyhead: - Due to being dormant for so long, his perception is a bit off.
[-] Double-edged: - His radical beliefs and offense can land him in tough circumstances.
[-] Deaf To Opinions: - Often times likes to go his on route on missions, even killing valuable assets or his own people if they slow him down.
[-] An Iron Fist Does Not Always Rule: - Olden traditions and practices of the Sith in his time are no longer relevant to new age material; he is not used to newer technology.
Biography:
A New Dawn Awaits.
"Your services are... no longer needed. Do not look back with any hard feelings, yes? It is our deepest concern to preserve and secure that of the Empire's well being. It is a child within a cradle, and you will soon come to understand that your dedication and bloodshed will not be thought of in vain, but rather... in a considerable manner. We cannot have you running rampant and trying to strike down those who only seek to aid in our grand scheme, you see? It is in our best intentions that you stay locked away for the betterment of the Sith and not some mad devil such as you. When you awake... know that arrogance was your downfall here, and that your disgusting display of treachery will not be forgotten by the generations to come. Your honor to the Empire is insulting. "
"My Lord... we must move quickly, you have been requested by Darth Malgus."
"Hm? Right... see to it that our patriotic friend here receives a proper burial."
"Understood, Sir."
These moments... they were the last ones to be played on a loop over and over within the mind of former Lord Dawnpierce. How his own kin could betray him and portray his actions as that of a martyr for a rebellious cause was ludicrous, absolutely absurd. The darkness that clouded every thought of his conscious consumed even the slightest chances of becoming aware of the world around him, unable to open his eyes to seek the man that had put him in a carbonite prison, now deep within the rubble of Sith ruins past. He was, at best, seen as an atrocity at times for his lack of care for what authority pressed urgency on his shoulders when faced with their most dire requests. A tool like many other Sith to be used as cover for the cowardly politicians and figureheads that kept the gears turning. In his own right, his service was tenfold that of any ordinary Sith that proclaimed victory, he took the extra step to pursue and obliterate the runners and desirable targets without any aid from his kin. A path that soon led to deception and the ultimate betrayal of the slithering cowards that labeled his services as irregular practice and a flaw within the Empire. Striking down even his own men to prove a point, or any weaklings unable to properly use a lightsaber.
The life of an adventurous man with bold decisions under his belt, Vladkione Holvand Dawnpierce once shared the sacred duty of being a Guardian of a Jedi Temple, sworn to protect and eliminate any and all threats for the greater good of the Republic. But even the Jedi strongest enough to defend have a weakness, and in this case, Vladkione's was the Dark Side of the Force. A true traitor in this right to what he was taught and swore against. Temptations and the flickering tongues of serpents whispered promises far wider of greater power if he were to fall, no, ascend into the reaches of status unobtainable by the ones who commit themselves to a liar's peace. Taking the very lightsaber he was serviced with, he began to obey the mesmorizing euphoria that gave him a higher sense of being, deliberately cutting through his own brethren with the helping hand of other invading Sith. After the fall of his former title as Guardian, he traversed back to his living space and saw the terrified expression which was that of his wife.
"V-Vladkione... what's happening? What- no...NO! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
His lightsaber pierced through her belly, and he stood there staring her in the eyes with the lost, cruel gaze of a tainted soul so warped and guided by the Dark Side's influence. He was to have a son, a boy to learn and carry the proud tradition and pride of a Guardian if he so desired, but no longer possible. The blue blade impaled through the child and out her back, tears filled her dying expression and ever-fading rosy cheeks as she backed herself off the of burning, humiliated blade of a "protector". She fell limp to the floor with her last living breaths, watching her fallen husband walk slowly out of the room without so much as turning back. A day that will forever mark the milestone of when justice turns to maliciousness, light to dark.
Now it's time to wake up. Wake up and... smell the ashes.
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Abilities: Telekinesis- Moderate
Force Pull/Push- Moderate
Force Rage- Moderate
Saber Throw- Novice
Force Charge- Moderate
Force Scream- Novice
Force Speed- Novice
Lightsaber Forms:
Juyo: - Moderate
Djem-So: - Moderate
Soresu: - Moderate
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Ships: None.
Weapons:
Dual-phase Lightsaber.
Role-Plays:
Training:
