Azeiels Fallen Souls

[Azeiel The Risen]

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Full Name: Anya Mitth’raw’nuruodo
Nickname: Darth Nihl

Age: 22
Birth Planet: Correllia
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 112lbs
Jedi/ Sith Way: "Never trust what you see."
Personality:
She is extremely intelligent, to the point of being terrifying, She holds herself with such feign modesty and poise that people tend to forget, just how intelligent she really is. In public, she is calculating, professional, and precise. When gathering information, she can sometimes startle people with her silence. She also prioritizes the things she needs to do in a way that can only be said as otherworldly. Always calm and cold. In private, Anya is passionate and not afraid to express said passion. Up for challenges of all kinds, she will surprise and stun anyone that underestimates her. Her behaviors when not in public can be just as legendary as they are in public, but only to those left able to tell it. Anya will back stab you on her way to the top. she will use everything she has including that which others have to get what she wants. Her cold and frightening intelligence makes her a very intuitive and observant person. Knowledge is power and for Anya, that is extremely valuable…valuable enough to kill for.

Master(s): Darth Nero
Apprentice/ Padawan: N/A

Planet: Korriban
Side: Dark
Rank: Master (Approved by Antonio Kage Inferni)
Main Class: Sith Infiltrator
Subclass: Sith Assassin

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Energy Pool: 375
Fighting Style: Medium Style
Force Connetion: Dark & Universal
Force Color: Dark Purple
Force Manifestation: It forms around her body like smoke and trails off behind her as she moves.

Strengths:
• Master Of Manipulation (There is little in this life that cannot be gained by use of persuasion and Anya has learned this completely and wholly. She is even able to pit friends against each other if given the tools)
• Stealth Tactics
Weaknesses:
• Direct Hand to Hand Fighting
• Extreme Long Range Fighting
Fears:
• Becoming Useless
• Being outplayed.

Class Attributes:
• Decent Shadow Step: Able to conceal footsteps and presence have sharply increased.
• Force Technique limit of this class split amongst types.
• Class Attribute - Murky Presents: when infiltrating concealing present decently increased.
Reductions:
• Learn dark force techniques three [3] posts faster.
• Learn combat style two [2] posts faster.
• Learn universal force techniques three [3] posts faster.
Personal Attributes:
• Force Fighter - In exchange for learning one less combat style Anya can learn Eight [8] more Dark Force Techniques.
• Increased Agility and Flexibility,

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Credit: 2490
AC: 1660

Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0

Limitations:
• Force Techniques: 8/6
• Lightsaber Styles: 3/2
• Combat Styles: 0/2


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Weapon Type: Dual Phase Light Saber x2
Weapon Range: Phase one-1m, Phase two- 1.3m
Weapon Weight: 1kg
Weapon Location: One on each hip.

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• Holopad
• Radio ear piece
• Datapad filled with the names of those she has killed.
• Blank Datapad x5
• Binoculars with data pad video port.

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▬▬┤|The Force
The Basic Instincts:
• Force Sensing
• Weak Force Jump
• Weak Force Push/ Throw
• Weak Force Speed
• Art of Movement

Dark
• Sith Sense
• Force Anger
• Force Shock
• Sith Focus
• Force Jamming
• Force Stab
• Sith Vision
• Force Lightning
• Kinetite, (Energy Ball)
• Dark Fog

Universal
• Force Empathy
• Comprehend Speech
• Telepathy
• Farsight
• Tapas (Force Warmth/ Cooling)
• Phase (Force Phase)
• Force Jump
• Force Throw
• Force Push
• Art of the Small


▬▬┤|Combat Style
Sazanami
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.

▬▬┤|Lightsaber/ Weapon Style
Form I: Shii-Cho
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.

Form II: Makashi
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.

Form IV: Ataru
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.

Form V: Shien / Djem So
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.

Niman / Jar'kai
• Stage five mastered all moves up to and in stage five learned.


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She was taken at a young age and raised to be an assassin. She showed average potential and that did not grant her hope among the rest. As she grew up and trained under the clan, her aptitude quickly blossomed and she rose to the top of her class in each various stage in his training. Anya was a true miracle case turned prodigy and her advancements in the force was guided with the right and careful minds. Her years spent as an assassin had proved to be as always a challenge, but somehow the effects were not as impacting as some might have known. She showed a great skill in deflecting such death inducing odds and being swift in the worst of times. Because of Anya's skills in combat and interrogations, she was granted the rank of Sith Master after years of service as a personal assassin. She tasked herself with teaching those around her the ways of the Sith. She taught them knowledge of the Force and Galaxy alike. She taught them how to wield a weapon and defend themselves. In a few years she had exceeded all other assassins in the order. ( more pending)

 

[Azeiel The Risen]

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[Azeiel The Risen]

Armor Image: [X]
Armor: Sith Battle Suit
Level: Sith Master
Profile: [X]
Armor Level: V3
Gear Slots: 3/5
Bundle: N/A
Price: 0
Credits: 2490

 

[Azeiel The Risen]

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Full Name: Marcus Elysar
Nickname: N/A

Age: 29
Birth Planet: Eshan
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Species: Echani
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 173

Way of Life: "There is a price that every man will willingly accept even for that which he hoped never to sell."
Personality: Marcus is a very complex man. Above anything he is unpredictable. He will do whatever it takes to advance his goals and more often than not those goals extend far beyond what most can visualize. He is also cold and manipulative using anyone he sees to achieve his desired effect. In the end it doesn’t matter to him as long as the job is completed. On the other hand he has a deep seated desire for freedom and for the freedom of those around him making him a bit of a freedom fighter at times. He is also and incredibly intelligent man. With the rare ability to micromanage large amounts of men and material. This also allows him to easily see wholes in formations on any battlefield be it space or land.

Teacher / Mentor(s): N/A
Student : N/A
Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Side: Neutral
Rank: Advanced
Main Class: Soldier
Subclass: Smuggler
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Energy Pool: 300
Fighting Style" Fast Style

Strengths:
• Medium Ranged Combat
• Close combat
• Master Tactician
Weaknesses:
• Extreme Long Range Combat
• Weakness for Beautiful Females
• Reads too far into things
Fears:
• Losing his ship
• Dying Alone
Class Attributes:
• Class Attribute - Trained Muscles: Physical endurance greatly increased
• Class Attribute - Wide Memory: Able to remember details greatly


Reductions:
• Learn weapon style four [4] posts faster.
• Learn combat style four [4] posts faster.
• Learn survival techniques one [1] post faster.

Faction: T h e • B l a c k • L e g i o n
Faction Perks:
• Soldiers and Diplomats are able to sell back their gear for 25% of the original price
• Members of the Black Legion get a 25% discount from Black Market Goods
• Members that are of the Smuggler Sub-Class gain one [1] weapon style
• Force Users gain access to all Force User armors via the Black Market{25% Increase on price, not affected by 25% discount rate}


Personal Attributes:
• Limber Body: Increased Coordination and Balance
• Neuron Synapses: Increased Reflexes.

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Credit: 0000000
AC: 000000

Missions Complete:
D Rank :: 0
C Rank :: 0
B Rank :: 0
A Rank :: 0
S Rank :: 0

Limitations:
• Survival Skills : : 12 / 07
• Combat Style : : 04 / 02
• Weapon Styles: : 01 / 01 (plus one from faction)

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Weapon Type: DC-15 Blaster Pistol x2
Weapon Range: 200 Meters
Weapon Weight: Two and a half lbs
Weapon Location: In a holster on each hip

Weapon Type: Black Cortosis Knife
Weapon Range: Arm reach plus five inches (two feet, five inches)
Weapon Weight: One and a half lbs
Weapon Location: Tucked into his belt
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• Seven Spare Clips of Pistol Ammunition
• Three Concussion Grenades
• Four Fragmentation Grenades
• Two Incendiary Grenades
• Six Blank Datapads

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▬▬┤|The Force
The Basic Skills:
• Dash
• Jump
• Translator
• Basic First Aid
• Basic Repair

Survival]
• Basic Hack
• Basic Acrobatic
• Basic Deduction
• Taunt
• Daring Glare
• Simple Droid Reprogram
• Small Stun Explosive
• Line Tapping
• Meditative Focus
• Shock Trap
• Scan
• Motion Freeze
• Skilled Acrobatics
• Network Hacking
• Com Tapping
• Cloak Steps
• Jet Sprint
• Flicker Step



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Echani Unarmed
• Mastered.

Sazanami
• Mastered up to stage six.

The Elegant Art
• Mastered Up to stage six.

King of the Beskar Fist
• Mastered up to stage six.

Strong Arm Grappling
• Mastered up to stage six.

Muy Tai.
• Mastered up to stage six.



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Gun Kata
• Mastered Up to stage six.

Deathstalker
• Mastered Up to stage six.

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Marcus was born into the same world as any Echani a world of silence and combat. His father was an instructor and was regarded as a skilled tactician. While his mother had died in childbirth. From a young age he was taught mastery of himself would lead to mastery of ones life. He learned to communicate through means other than verbal from a young age as all Echani do picking up on the fine points of martial arts and body language. While he dedicated himself to his martial skill he did not neglect his studies. He spent a large amount of time with his father who over the years taught him a greatly expanded version of reading body language. He taught him how to read battle formations, ship formations. To see the way they formed up and to look at each ships location in relation to the fleet as a whole. From this he learned how to target a formations weakness and exploit it.

As the years passed and he grew older he kept his martial skill but dove head first into his passions for tactics. As his father aged the two became close and upon his death was asked to replace his father as an instructor of tactics but Marcus declined pleading he lacked the experience needed to do so. The combination of his fathers death and his own desire to test his abilities in real combat drove him to leave Eshan. His first stop was at a space station just off planet. It was supposed to be a normal run on a normal transport. However nothing is ever what it was supposed to be as Marcus soon found out. The captain of the transport had been running guns while the ship was awaiting its next runs. Which would have been a good idea if the captain was intelligent. But as it turns out he was not.

As the passengers left the ship Marcus noticed that three had stayed back. Their body language screamed hostile intent and Marcus knew it. It was in that single second that he made a choice that would effect his entire life. He ducked around the corner and waited until the three goons made their move. He peeked his eye around the corner and watched just as his father taught. He analyzed each one in turn. The one in the middle stepped first, the leader, he was confident and bold, Marcus would use that. The second one to move walked slowly, not as confident or experienced enough to use caution, Marcus would take him first. Then was the last one, he had hung back, looked scared even hesitant, obviously inexperienced. Marcus wouldn't kill him unless he had to. The leader was unarmed no doubt over confident enough to be unarmed, he wasnt a fighter either his body was flabby and soft, but the larger second man held a pistol that was scratched and the grip was dirty. Obviously he was skilled in its use. Finally Marcus took a deep breath and knew this would be over in an instant. Yet he had to wait, he had to know for sure that this was what it seemed. As the leader and the captain began to talk the tone instantly confirmed it. The captain was not going to walk away from this one without a hand. So Marcus stepped back out into the open and made his way back onto the shuttle instantly the three men faced him as Marcus smiled and said," Sorry cant find my pass I think I may have dropped it." As he spoke he crouched down by a seat and began to "look" for his pass as he slowly steadied his breathing These men were sloppy and making mistakes, mistakes he would exploit. The bigger man with the pistol however wouldn't play as he walked the four steps to Marcus and pointed the pistol directly at his face, the muzzle literally against his cheek. The man had fallen for it his arm was directly over the seat, perfect. Marcus' cool blue eyes snapped open as he looked out the side of his eyes and smirked a bit as he was right the man was experienced. He had kept his finger off the trigger and the safety was engaged. To bad his experience was about to bite him square in the a**. Marcus' arm was a blur as he jerked his head back clearing the barrel as he heard the safety click and a blur raced past his eyes. As he jerked his head back his arm had shot up and grabbed the mans arm and turned it palm up so that his elbow was facing up and swiftly brought up down upon the hard back of the chair shattering it. As the mans hand fell limp he fell back letting go of the pistol as he grabbed his broken arm with his good arm. Marcu's deftly caught it but his skill with pistols was limited to basic marksmanship. He stood quickly rolling over a row of chairs behind him before standing and quickly placing a round in the large mans chest. He wore a thin layer of armor but at that range it wouldn't matter. Marcus quickly fired four shots at the first man felling him as well before he figured out what was going on. As the first man fell to the ground dead with the larger man he turned to the skinny man. He was scared to death. Marcus was terrified however. He had never killed a man before and now that he had he felt odd. Somewhat sullied but he never regretted the choice though. As he dropped the pistol Marcus said," Leave there has been enough death today. " The man was obviously pressed into the deal in the first place as he dashed out of the shuttle and into the anonymity of the galaxy.

The captain thanked him for his help and told him that with his skill the captain would hire him on as security. To this Marcus gladly accepted as it provided him with both the chance to fight as well as a chance to learn about the galaxy and gain the experience he desired. Marcus spent the next five years of his life running guns and smuggling with the man. He didn't really grow close to him though, and when in classic fashion another run went bad claiming the mans life, Marcus took the guns and the mans ship. He used his skill in reading formations and systems to the point of mastery as it proved invaluable when slipping past security cordons and customs checkpoints. It was also during this time he learned to use a blaster inside and out as well as he did his own body. Over time his skills became known to the seediest of the seediest as the runs grew more and more valuable. However on the other hand so did his bounty which now ran into the millions. However few ever took the bounty as most groups were supplied at one time or another by him or those he now led. Before long others gathered to him revealing another trait in Marcus. He was a natural leader.

Within three years he had gained a massive following and attempted his boldest raid ever. It was a snatch and grab for an Imperial colony vessel that Marcus fully intended to use for a command ship. After all he had a faction to lead now. During the course of the battle he was injured twice. One was a blaster to the leg and the other was shrapnel to the face. Both were relatively minor but forced him to lead from the rear. When it was all said and done he stood alone on the bridge of The Catharsis and Creativity. The massive ships captain and the leader of the newly founded Shadow Brigade. Rumors of his deeds spread and the Brigade grew to be the largest and most successful smuggling ring in republic space.