Notorious v.2

ABALAM KAINE Name: Abalam Kaine Aliases: The Nightmare, The Boogeyman, The Monster under the Bed, etc. Homeworld: Unknown Age: Unknown Gender: Male Species: Sithspawn Eye Colour: White Hair Colour: None Height: 5'1" Weight: 115 lbs Build: Athletic; Lean Force Sensitive: Yes Faction: Unaffiliated Rank: Not Applicable STATISTICS Strength: |||||||||| For his diminutive size the Sithspawn can be seen as powerful, though along the lines of the galactic standard he would be above-average. His power isn't generally displayed in great feats of strength such as the ability to lift excessive weight, though he is capable of doing so. Instead, he showcases his considerable strength in the ease that his claws can rip through flesh. Dexterity: |||||||||| Fluid, graceful, yet savage. Utilizing his small stature to his advantage, Abalam exhibits the talents of an accomplished acrobat and free-runner. The speed in which he is capable of moving is part of the main reason that he earned his nickname. Constitution: |||||||||| A creature of habit. Abalam must feast upon the flesh of his victims in order to sustain himself. A meal once a week would be enough to keep him off of deaths door, though the hunger would still remain. He prefers eating a meal every other day so that he feels properly nourished and healthy. Intelligence: |||||||||| His creator didn’t augment the Sithspawns intelligence during the process. He was made to take orders and follow them without question. Without having that guidance for quite sometime, Abalam has been in constant search of a new master to direct him. He has a basic understanding of the universe and of the things in which inhabit it. Wisdom: |||||||||| Without the desire to learn how can one obtain wisdom? That is the case with Abalam. His singular focus upon the hunt for a new master and the need to survive have kept him from learning about the galaxy in which he inhabits. The potential is there, if his Master so chose to request it of him. Charisma: |||||||||| Abalam is capable of instilling fear into the hearts of men, women, and children everywhere. A being of few words, most of them are of subservient nature and generally spoken to his master alone. All others are generally met by a savage display of teeth, claws, and tongue. PERSONALITY & APPEARANCE Character Alignment: http://easydamus.com/chaoticevil.html A chaotic evil character does whatever his greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive him to do. He is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If he is simply out for whatever he can get, he is ruthless and brutal. If he is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, he is even worse. Thankfully, his plans are haphazard, and any groups he joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as he can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate him. Strengths and Weaknesses: - Claws: His claws could be compared in strength to durasteel and he uses them as his natural weapons. Both his feet and hands are found to have these weapons instead of fingers. Though, they are fully functional and only hinder his ability to manipulate small items, so don't expect him to do anything mechanically. - Keen Senses: As a being that was created to hunt and kill with ease, Abalam has a superior sense of smell, sight, and hearing than an average human. Though the downside of these enhanced senses are expected, flashes of light will temporarily blind him and loud noises will distort him. Overly powerful fragrances will bother him, whether pleasant or putrid. - Master Dependent: Without someone to guide him, Abalam becomes a creature of necessity and will do what it takes to survive. Regardless of the situation, he will become the monster that he has been made out to be by the general public if he doesn't have direction or a purpose. Though, once a link with a Master is formed he is capable of holding the beast at bay. If that link were to be broken he would return to his animalistic nature. - Flesh Dependent: Abalam's only form of sustenance is through the consumption of flesh, whether it be of an sentient or semi-sentient being it does not matter. He is not biased towards any certain species and is hoping to try them all at some point. - Host Dependent: The common misconception that a symbiote is capable of transferring from host to host, this is Not the case regarding Abalam. If the boy whom he manipulates were to perish, then so would he. Though, the reverse cannot be said... if the symbiote were to die then the boy within would finally be freed from his cursed life. Appearance: Standing at only 5'1" and weighing in just under one-hundred pounds Abalam is not the most imposing figure in terms of size, though he more than makes up for his stature with his menacing appearance. With a form of Sith Alchemy living upon his flesh, Abalam is inhabited by a being that has manifested itself in the form that is the Nightmare. A mouthful of razor-sharp teeth line a mouth that seems to large for the skull that holds it. The coating sometimes coalescing into worm-like forms that emerge from his general frame, their purpose is believed to be related to his enhanced senses. Large claws have replaced his fingers and toes. FORCE SKILLS & ABILITIES - Force Speed - Force Jump - Force Sense - Augment Strength HISTORY The Creation: The tales have been whispered around campfires and bedrooms of children. The Boogeyman. A creature bred from your own nightmares that would serve as the thing that you feared the most. Abalam had been created in that image, to be said beast and invoke fear into the heart and mind of the masses. The symbiotic-like substance that covers the entirety of his being seems to be alive based upon the erratic movements that it often performs. This is the true entity, that is Nightmare and the reason behind the monstrosity that Abalam has become. The eleven year-old boy that has been held captive by the Sithspawn is an unknown factor, records state that the presence does relinquish some of its hold over it's host once under the control of a Master.

The planet of Byss was an oddity within itself... Sokar found himself awestruck by the mesmerizing landscape, which was only made all the more beautiful from the unique glow of the sun. The greenish-blue veil that blanketed the planet was one that anyone could fall in love with. Yet, within it all was the lingering sensation of something dark about the place. The Croke couldn't help but feel an all too familiar feeling creeping upon him... the drumming had returned, though only this time it was a constant stream. The pulsing had turned into a wave of darkness that plagued his very soul... His tail twitched slightly as he stood at the edge of the lake that he'd landed next too. The occasional splash from a crashing wave of catch his bare feet, the two toes would naturally curl into the sand in response. "The water's cold..." said Sokar softly... a comment that didn't seem to fit his mouth. The imposing force was taking its toll upon him... slowly his mind was giving into the will of the taint. Then against his own wishes his feet began to carry him into the water before him, thankfully his frame adjusted to the situation and began to throw powerful strokes against the water. By the time his unwanted stroll came to an end Sokar was standing with toes curled over the edge of a high cliff. His large crimson eyes following the depth of the fall before him, he surveyed the waves smashing against rock face to his left and then turned to notice a beach. Upon the sands was a man in black... The culprit! Sokar thought accusingly towards Darth Lucifer upon the beach beneath him, the man who had placed this plague upon him. The looming cloud of darkness overhead only added to the nerve testing presence that he felt here... earlier he'd completely blanked the cloud while taking his journey to this place. Unsure of how to proceed... Sokar waited a few moments before shifting into a mighty Drexl and leapt from the cliff. Plunging towards the surface beneath him in a graceful, yet domineering dive, Sokar lifted at just the right time before shifting back into his Imp-like form. Hitting the ground in a roll and pouncing out of it, Sokar closed the gap between he and Lucifer in a matter of seconds... he was quickly becoming a master of his shifting abilities. Stopping a few dozen yards away from the dark haired man before him, the Sith Acolyte couldn't help but get the sensation that this man was a Sith... As a mental grin slipped over him, due to his lack of mouth and ability to express physically, Sokar made an attempt to place a thought within the mind of the Sith. Hopefully his Croke abilities would be greater than his training... You are Sith... You will train me. Was his attempt... simple, which allowed for the greatest probably of success.

- Updated his Preferred Appearance *5-27-2010

The ship touched down upon the surface of Byss, which Sokar only knew because of the automated voice response that signaled their arrival. The drumming in his head at this point had subsided, having ceased to exist the moment that they broke into the atmosphere of the planet. The Croke leaned forward to look down upon the woman between his legs. As his eyes fell upon her face the obvious was realized by her pale-blue flesh and slowly his tail unwound from her throat. Leaping from the helmsman chair he hit the ground in a roll and then fell into stride upon all fours. As he neared the rear of the Corvette, Sokar located the hangerbay door button upon the wall and altered his direction. Applying the necessary force he hurtled himself through the air, striking the wall with all four appendages... one of them catching the button... and then bounded off the wall towards the exit... ...Now what? Thought the Croke as his guiding drums failed to provide him with a direction. They had gotten him here as they wished... but now what... as Sokar had so rightfully thought. (( Your turn Lucifer, sorry for the wait boss ))

Calm hands piloted the Corvette through space, the woman sitting at the helm had long blond hair and beautiful green eyes. Unbeknownst to her, Sokar had slipped into her ship and was now perched upon a panel about 15 feet behind her. His feathers fluttered as a chilling breeze escaped the vent above him. The nuisance was enough to drive him from his perch and force him to close the gap between him and the female. Through slight manipulations of the mind Sokar had begun shifting again... only this time he chose a form which he generally didn't use. The frame which he now wore was rather small in comparison to even his favored teenager human form... He had a bald head with large crimson eyes, a lean yet incredibly strong muscle structure, hands that consisted of two fingers and a thumb, feet with only two toes, and a tail that matched the length of his entire body. Covering all of this were markings similar to that of the Zabrak's traditional tattoos. All in all, the Imp-like being reeked of malevolence. And with a bounding leap took hold of the headrest with his left hand, his feet were now resting upon the shoulders of both the chair and the woman; whom had turned in a startle. With one fluid movement of his right hand, Sokar took hold of her throat cutting her cry of fear short. His tail was swift to respond and within seconds had entangled itself around the neck where his hand had previously been. Allowing his vengeful eyes to pierce into hers, Sokar slowly began to impart some directions directly into her mind. He allowed an internal chuckle to fill him as the woman leaned forward and programmed the ship to pilot towards the coordinates that he'd provided her. As the Corvette adjusted and entered hyperspace, with every passing moment the drumming grew louder and with every beat his tail tightened. (( Next post on Byss ))

Several Acolytes had been recruited for a little mission, I was one of them. Nothing had been offered regarding as to what they would be doing and my original plan of tagging along quickly fell flat upon that detail. Having been a stickler when it comes to needing details there was no possible way for me to join the others. This mission stunk of death and decay, something that I hadn't prepared for yet... "without any training what good would I really have been anyways?" Unbeknownst to myself, I'd verbalized the final portion of my thought. It was at then that it happened, just a few moments after I'd turned my back upon the others just outside of the landing fields. My original thought process was that surely there had to be another flight off of the planet, unfortunately great disappointment washed over me. Besides the lone ship that the others had left in there wasn't a ship or shuttle in sight. My body slowly began to alter as I'd begun the transformation process and when all was said in done I stood as a crow upon a branch. The tree lined the landing fields, which would provide me with the greatest vantage point. Knowing that the wait could be as many as seven days before the next shipments arrived, it would be then that he would find his escape off of this cursed planet. There was something calling to me... it was odd and unwanted, but also undeniable... the light drumming noise within the base of my skull was guiding me off world. ------------------------------------- A few days later, just as the hustle and bustle of the average workday began. A corvette arrived bearing slaves, more cattle to be herded and put to work. With the grace of an angel, I leapt from my perch and with a few powerful flaps of the wings my approach to the rapidly closing hanger-bay door was going to be close. Allowing my eyes to judge the gap, I adjusted my angle of approach and tucked my wings tight to my body... narrowly breaking the plain. (( To be continued in Space ))

Boredom”¦ it had leapt to the front of his mind and plagued him like a raging rancor. Desperately trying to find some way to appease the dullness that encompassed him, the croke began running through the vast library of beings and creatures that he could become. Overtime, Sokar had settled on the form that he now exhibits; a teenage boy whom most would consider innocent and naïve. Though within the deep recesses of his experimentations, some rather nasty forms lurked”¦ though in time they would make themselves present. For now though, the current form would simply have to due. The rock that he'd been ordered to move had been accomplished”¦ having never been taught how to use the force, Sokar kicked the blasted stone as hard as he could. It soared through the air for a short distance before striking one of the slaves square in the jewels. The rock brought the man to his knees and due to the sudden stop of work, the slave driver sprang into action. The whip in hand cracked to life against the bare torso of the crippled slave; unable to recover from the nut shot, or the sudden whip lashing. Sokar smiled”¦ and then quickly wiped the grin out of sight when he was asked to explain what he felt when he moved the rock. I felt it make contact with my boot and hit that guy in the balls”¦ Priceless. thought Sokar as suddenly his name came booming from behind him. When he turned to face the man who'd made the feeble attempt to pronounce his name, a snarl escaped the quivering lip of the Sith hopeful. ”œIt's Sokar”¦”

(This is meant to be a post from my Debauchery Alias... my bad) Darkness”¦ it enveloped the comatose being like a plague of the mind. Nothing. That is exactly what he felt, saw, heard, or could smell; the man had slipped into a deep sleep. One that had been brought on by the fatigue that swallowed him whole due to the lack of nourishment that he'd received in the past few days. His seemingly lifeless form, left huddled into a pile of robes”¦ left to perish due to his own stupidity. Though, that would not be the case. It started with the clumsy nudge; one brought on by a Cerean who'd come looking for him”¦ sensed his desperation and came to his aid. After all, this was the Jedi way and something that Sebastian could only vaguely imagine before the following events. Unbeknownst to him, the Jedi lifted him up and began to take him back to the Temple”¦ only briefly did the miner from Apartos stir to life. His frame had been placed upon the terra of Gala, his own robes were acting as a temporary mattress, above him stood his savior”¦ his hands were dancing over his body and the facial expressions of the alien were that of strain. This all mattered little because before he could react or show any sign of gratitude, the darkness consumed him once again forcing him into the unconscious state. An unknown amount of time had passed since the last time Sebastian was conscious; his mind was lost in the never-ending maze of the subconscious. Things were different now though, his senses were beginning to respond to the environment around him once again. The first thing to reappear was his sense of feeling; this was blindingly apparent due to the chilling cold metal that rested against his exposed forearms. Next, came his sense of sound”¦ which also brought on an immense headache. The sudden reemergence of this sense left him questioning where he was; there were voices all around him”¦ they were they source of the pains within his skull. So loud”¦ do they really have to be that loud? Sebastian thought as his sense of smell caught his attention. It was at this point that Sebastian realized that he was within some kind of a Cafeteria; the hustle and bustle of the occupants”¦ mixed with the heavenly aroma of cooking food. Some would think that this would have been enough to stir the slumbering beast, but it wasn't”¦ the fatigue was just that great and not to mention he still had this paralysis-like hold over him. Then it happened”¦ You have food. Now is time for you to wake up and eat it... This voice wasn't an audible one”¦ or well not in the natural sense. The words that were spoken to him came from within his own mind, almost as if he were speaking to himself. The whole thing sent shivers down his spine and goose bumps began to surface on his skin; this truly was an eerie feeling for the man from Apartos. This was the thing that brought Sebastian back to reality; his eyes snapped open to bear witness to the dish sitting before him. The contents of the plate didn't even register with him, frankly he didn't care to look, instead he dove into the meal like a Rancor. No utensils were necessary and within moments the plate was empty and Sebastian allowed himself to settle back onto the bench that he'd been placed upon. Allowing his right limb to retract, Sebastian brought the backside of his hand to his mouth. Pushing the final remnants of the meal into his mouth. After he'd gotten his fill the bald man turned his attention to the man whom had been sitting there the entire time, simply watching. ”œYou're the one that put those words in my head aren't you? Did you bring me here?”¦ If so”¦ then thank you.”

Perplexed. That was the emotion that was coursing through the mind of the Croke. He had simply introduced himself and then everything fell apart, the whole atmosphere of the group had taken a drastic turn towards conflict. And once again, Sokar found himself in a situation in which he may have to fight for his life. It was a subtle nuisance at the back of his mind... something that only forced his neck to recoil sending a tremor through him and a quick jerk of his head. For that moment, some of the Hutt's traits seemingly appeared within him. Or so some would think... At that moment one of the robed figures leaned in towards one of the apparent hopefuls, a brief whisper was seemingly exchanged and then it began to seem as though the hopeful was wrought with pain... or anguish perhaps. Sokar couldn't tell. Then the same cloaked figure made his next word more audible, this time his attention had been directed towards Sokar and the Hutt. A disgusted look riddled his face. Oh no... wha.... Seconds... shit maybe less. That was all it took for the man to alter his posture and with hands lifted towards the Croke and the Hutt, there was nothing that could be done. Even the itching at his brain earlier attempting to forewarn him of the danger couldn't help Sokar . Everything ceased to happen... breathing, crying out in pain, even his thought process... all of it disappeared when the invisible hand clutched at his throat. The crushing obliterated every gasp of air within his lungs, all the while, his throat was racked with excruciating pain. He felt as though his windpipe would collapse at any moment. With his feet now dangling above the terra below, Sokar couldn't help but revel in some knowledge that if he were to survive than at some point he would possibly be in the shoes of this man. He would be the one tormenting the hopefuls... "If you want to survive here, then listen well. No one here cares about you. Everyone will seek to use you like a tool, with little more concern for you than the usefulness they assign to you. You must distinguish yourself in any way you can. Every opportunity. Backstab, steal, cheat, do anything you can, and use your head about it. If you came here thinking you were going to learn something, you were only half right. Learning is the goal, but suffering is the medium. And you will suffer." This was a disgusting realization. Though in truth it was a necessary one. One that Sokar had learned from the flat of his back, after being hurled through the air like a stone. By this point, pain wasn't anything new to him... he had come to a realize that one must fight through the pain in order to achieve what one seeks. It is simple, even the enraged Sith before them had said it... in one way or another. You must do anything and everything within your power to obtain that which you want, and for Sokar the answer was simple. He had a hunger for power and the Croke would do anything to get what he wanted... not to mention with the aid of his natural gifts he already had somewhat of a leg-up on some of the hopefuls. If he dove into his training the way he planned to then the others would be hard pressed to keep up with him, or so the Croke thought. For this was the general nature of the creature... he was prideful, often too much so. Though for the time being he knew what he must do, remain silent and stay to the shadows. He was hoping to become an Assassin... and so he must act like one. Death shall follow in his wake... his mind began to race with the ideas that now plagued his mind. It will be simple... all to simple... I've already got one of them, or so I hope... already starting to show signs of my strings. They will all dance for me by the time I'm through... puppets on my strings... yes. Sheog will be the muscle behind my menace... he will be a valuable puppet indeed. His plan would require cunning and an artful display of deception, though he thought it was possible. Those that wouldn't bend to his will, would have to be killed. Simple as that. I think I could even get the Hutt to do it for me...

Sokar had to scramble to finish the little background that he was willing to provide to the Hutt”¦ the reasoning behind his rushing was simple. Sheog. His madness was caught apparent, yet didn't seem to hinder him whatsoever. This intrigued the Croke as he sat there and contemplated what kind of thoughts really did run through the mind of the Hutt”¦ Obviously the poor bastards thought-pattern is scattered”¦ all over the place. That alone could prove to be either good or bad; making it easy to manipulate him or harder”¦ that is what concerns me. He would be a powerful puppet”¦ it would be a shame not to be able to tap into that malicious mind. As this thought came and went, Sheog was babbling on about something and frankly Sokar wasn't all that worried with it. After all, for all he knew the comment could have been some random fit of the mouth”¦ meaningless conversation with little meat to it. Pointless. Only when the Hutt motioned with his massive hand for him to follow, did the Croke really show interest once again. Though, he didn't respond right away”¦ Sokar waited for his traveling partner to venture further along before he made his move. With a slow and graceful gait the Sith hopeful made his way through the forest along the rather pathetic trail that Sheog had found. Thankfully because of the sheer mass of the Hutt, the foliage had been pushed aside or simply snapped out of the way. As he moved the gentle breeze that made its way across the landscape became entangled within the confines of the cloak that the Croke was wearing”¦ its crimson and brown fabrics dancing against the currents as his stride lengthened. The once beautiful walk was now one of determination and purpose”¦ his eyes had found the marker that Sheog had located. The feeling that what he had been seeking loomed just in the distance, was nearly tearing the young Crokes mind apart”¦ Don't fool yourself Sokar”¦ it will never be this easy. This is only the first stepping-stone. Don't forget that! Once the jungle broke, what his eyes fell upon was everything that he could have hoped it would be. Sure the temple was still in early development”¦ but the ending of the story could already be seen. Something great would be held within the confines of the majestic jungle”¦ this single source of darkness would permeate throughout the core of this planet. Altering the very nature of this place”¦ wherever the hell he was. The slaves were hard at work; massive obsidian colored stones was being moved by teams”¦ each group with their own slave driver. Who were hard on the whip, taking absolutely no prisoners and showing no restraint for the weary. There was another group collected several meters away from the construction. Two cloaked men headed the group while the others stood idly by”¦ Sheog was among them. Thus following the example of Hutt, Sokar made a b-line for the collected individuals”¦ his approach was one of stealth, or so he thought. Deciding to stick to the shadows and move with the graceful and quiet stride that he generally preferred”¦ once he was within speaking range and standing next to the massive Hutt. He appeared small”¦ insignificant. Though, this wasn't what the Croke was thinking about”¦ his mind was caught up in the raging storm of dark energy that surrounded him within the confines of the construction site. The massive black ball of energy within the sky was the source”¦ and Sokar felt the strength of its presence. This is what he'd come for”¦ Power”¦ pure and simple power. ”œLords of the Sith”¦ it is an honor to introduce myself as well”¦ my name is Sokar Thepta, another hopeful who has come in search of knowledge. Though I believe my path shall be a different one, for I hope to learn the ways of the Sith Assassin”¦I am a member of the fabled Croke race and am sure that you will find my talents beneficial to your Order.”

Disgusting”¦ This was the lone thought that lingered in the mind of the Croke as he watched his traveling companion shovel another handful of worms deep into his throat. Chalking it up as something that he should expect from an ordinary Hutt, Sokar simply gave a shrug of his shoulders. This is when the Hutt began to respond”¦ while bits of worms spewed forth from his lips with word spoken. Then another thought began to creep into his head. Vile”¦he is just plain vile. Disgusting cannot possibly apply to this being. It is a... Pleasure to meet you Sokar. Is that how you pronounce it, or do you want me to add more spit to it? Ha... Sorry, I forgot to make my own name known to you Sokar. My name is Sheog Anjiliac Diresto, but to a fellow Sith hopeful, you can call me Sheog, and if you are inclined you can ad d ”˜the Mad' to the end of my name. Now, let us move... Hopefully in the right direction. If you wish to follow shapeshifter, or if you wish to lead, let us indeed move. Having grown tired of the lisp that came with the form in which he'd taken, Sokar became inclined to retreat back into his preferred form. After all, this Hutt didn't appear hostile”¦ maybe a little crazy”¦ but not looking for conflict. So once again, for the fourth time in less than five minutes change was occurring. As usual the manifestation of his new being started with the smaller extremities, the fingers and toes were the first to shift. The transformation would only spread from there down the arms and legs, into the torso, and finally up to the skull. Once he had finished the youthful teenage boy turned to face the rather conversational Hutt. Sheog was now standing several meters away from him”¦ having obviously missed his transformation due to the fact that he'd been more focused on finding their way out of this jungle. From the look of excitement that littered the face of the Hutt; Sokar naturally presumed that some sort of path had been discovered. Much to delight, Sheog began to confirm what he had originally suspected”¦ and then he proceeded on with his questioning. A path! Very fine! Now, tell me a bit more about yourself as we walk... Myself, I was born on Slyheron, to Radcrass Anjilac Diresto, one of the smaller kingpins of the Hutt underworld. Yeah... I'm also slightly insane, as you most likely know by now, and not well respected by the other Hutts due to my lack of fat... I'm actually mostly muscle, but I don't mind... Now, if you wish to divulge, what is your history? ”œYour pronunciation is perfect”¦ and I don't see how you could possibly add more spit to it. Ha-ha-ha.”

”œUgh”¦”

Notorious v.2'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity [!ident] Real Name: Sokar Thepta Homeworld: Crakull Species: Croke Physical Description [!dscrp] Preferred Form: Age: 33 - Height: Varies ”“ (His preferred form is: 4'2) Weight: Varies ”“ (His preferred form is: 93lbs) Alternate form: A teenage boy about 14 years of age, with medium length blond hair and green eyes. Short and lean... to young to really develop muscle mass. Sex: Male Equipment [!equip] Clothing or Armor: Nothing of significance”¦ his wardrobe is generally loose fitting clothing of dark colorations, though generally swaying from the traditional black that most seem to wear nowadays. Crimsons, grays, and greens are among his favorite colors”¦ brown can be tossed in there as well. Though mainly for trimming and accentuating his garments exclusively. Weapon: His body”¦ Sokur has studied; at least through books on the arts of Teras Kasi and because of it, the Croke is capable of performing at least the basics of the Martial Art. Common Inventory: Your standard Comm-link”¦ that's about it for now. Faction Information [!factn] Force Sensitive Alignment: Neutral”¦ though that is likely to change with interaction. Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Hopeful History: [!hstry] Force Side: Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Background: (I prefer to flush out his backstory within the Roleplay”¦ hopefully that is acceptable. Ship Registration [!ship] Name: Whatever the name of the ship that he steals is”¦ deciding that piloting the same vessel for too long isn't wise for a Sith. Even if he doesn't happen to be one yet; it will be a good habit to carry with him though. Class: Model: Manufacturer: Length: Armaments: Armor: Anti-Personnel Defenses: Appearance: Modifications:

Marcellus Nero Tainted Soul Species: Human Home world: Korriban Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'10”