TylerDurden

Tyler heard his master's calling through the force. He watched as Ahriman killed his guard. Tyler wasnt sure what to make of Ahriman's hesitation. Perhaps not everyone as ready to take a life...But Ahriman had killed the guard, good move. If he hadnt his master would not have tolerated it. Tyler wouldnt wnat to dissapoint Abaddon The lives of these pitiful beings meant nothing to Tyler. It was like squashing a bug and he felt no remorse. Tyler gave Ahriman an evil grin as he left the room. As he entered the next room he saw the carnage that the Sith lords had caused. He felt proud to serve them. Tyler approached his master and stood silently, awaiting Jareth's command.

Tyler could feel the fear flowing from the victims of the Sith lords within the temple. He smiled, wishing he was there with them. But he had been given a task. Tyler turned to Ahriman"I'll take this one..."He said pionting to the guard on the left. "You take the other." Tyler approached the man form behind, stopping and firing a blaster bolt into his right shoulder. The guard screamed out the pain. His shoulder blade a smoking hole, oozing hot blood. That should stop him from using his weapon arm. Tyler holstered his blaster and quickly approached the guard. The falleen soldeir bearly had time to register what was hyappening before Tyler launched a paunch to the back of his head. With a thud the soldier fell to the ground face down. Kneeling over his victim Tyler yanked him by his collar turning him over. I want to see the life being crushed out of your eyes.... Tyler could feel the carnage within the temple. It filled him with a dark glee. With a demonic grin Tyler began to stamp on the guards chest with all his strength. He could feel the darkside flowing through his body energizing him, strengthening his blows. It felt good. His chest crushed and broken, the guard began to splutter and cough up lumps of thick blood. From tyler estimation he had broken one of the mans ribs and it had punctured his lung. Tyler could feel the Fallens suffering through the force....But it wasnt enough. Tyler decided to try controlling the force as he had when hed destroyed the rock. What part of you can I crush? Tyler though to himself. If he could crush a rock by controlling the force, then something as soft and suishy as an eyeball should be easy. Tyler smiled as he reached out with force, appyling pressure to the guards eye. The man began to scream out in agony. Tyler squeesed his hand shut. The force energy he had summoned obeyed his command. In a splatter of blood the eyeball exploded. The Falleen let out a loud agonized scream. Tyler began to laugh as the wounded, broken guard lay on the ground twitching. A buzz of power and strength ran through tyler body like an electric current. He never felt more alive than when he was crushing a pitiful being like the guard before him. Tyler watched his victim spasm on the ground for a while...He soon became bored of the beings suffering and pulled out his blaster. The fallens' remaining eye widened in horror. He began to beg for mercy. "Hey Buddy, im doing you a favour." tyler told the guard as he stood grinning , blaster aimed at the mans head. Crouching down Tyler took the blaster and pushed the barrel into the Fallens bloody eyesocket. He pushed it deep inside, promting one final srceam of pain from the Falleen before he pulled the trigger. In that instant the Falleens life blinked out in a moment of pure pain. Tyler smiled down at the body savouring his handywork.

Once they arrived at the Temple Tyler turned to his master and bowed his head. "I apolloguise for being distracted Master. I have been pondering some of the concepts in the books that you gave. The knowledge is most interesting and I have been pre-occupied with thought. I will try to stay with the moment." Tyler hoped that he had not angered Jareth.

"I feel pain..."Tyler said running a hand over his back he discovered it was covered with his blood. " And anger." Tylers' face was full of hatred. He knew his hatred was misplaced. Standing up was a world of angony. the rock had broken the skin on his back, torn muscules underneath. Blood trickled from the wound. Tyler took the pain, gitted his teeth and stood as upright as he could. Focussing all of his anger Tyler grasped the rock with his mind. Closing his eyes tightly he attacked the rock with his will, his strength ,all the mental energy that he could summon from within. With a shout of exertion the Tyler opened his eyes to find the rock in fragment scattered across the ground. He felt a strnge energy that seemed to be flowing through every muscule in his body.....So this was the force.

Tyler wasnt quite sure what he was suppossed to do. How did somebody destroy a rock with their mind? Tyler decided thta the best approach was to attack it with his will. He focused all of his mental energy into destroying the rock. In his mind his visualised the rock cracking open into a thousand fragments and flying accross the room. Nothing happened. Once again Tyler focused all of his energy towards the rock. Break!He thought at it. Tyler closed his eyes tightly as he concentrated. His jaw clenched tightly, his muscules tensed...Tyler began to swaet form the exsertion. The rock move from the ground. Floated a few inches in the air then trembled slightly. It dropped back to the floor intact. Tyler felt disappointed. But he had never harnessed the foce before and shouldnt expect it to obey his will completely on his first try. "That is the best I can do at present Master." Tyler sais, bowing his head before Jareth.

"Ive always been full of rage. I never knew why. I could never really explain why my hatred was so strong or what it was I hated. I aimed my wrath at the galaxy as a whole. when I was younger I used to fight in underground competitions. It was the only outlet I could find for my anger. With every punch I felt my anger being releasesd and if i releasesd enough of it, hit the enemy enough times, spilled enough blood...then I could sleep. It didnt last long. I soon grew tried of fights. As my body grew stronger they became easier and my anger built up again. Not even beating my opponent to a pulp could calm me down...once again I could not sleep. "I needed something else. something more so I became a gun for higher. I began to use the kill to release my anger . It worked...for a while. But in the end I found my self restless confused and angry. I relised that I was force sensitive when I was quite old. Hoping that it wasnt too late to tap into my latent force powers I went in search of the Sith. My search led me here and thats when I met you. "I hope that as a sith I can learn to control my anger and find useful outlets for it. I know that if I hadnt come here for guidence I would have ended up destroying myself...."

"Perfectly clear, Master. I want to learn the ways of the sith. I wish to harness the strength of the darkside. To travel to the road to power." Tyler took in his masters words about the darkside consuming him if he wasnt careful. The darkside was known for doing that. Taking over those who would believe themselves its master and driving them to destruction. Tyler knew his own self-destructive tendencies and knew how far was too far. Rage could be blind and reckless. The time for that was over, it was time to control and harness his rage. Something that he knew the sith could teach him. He was an avid pupil and awaited his master to impart knowledge eargerly.

Tyler tried to take his new masters' words to heart. Jareth did not feel thta hed fought his best...A sith aimed for perfection and nothing less. Tyler hoped he did not fail his master. He was not afraid of the punishment, if he was not worthy to be sith then there was no point in living. He would not fail. Tyler knew that there were untapped sources of power within his being. With his masters help he hoped to tap these wells and unleash all the fury of his violent life. Tyler found an empty room wwhere he lay down for a little rest. His sleep was short and fitfull. He was restless and plauged by violent dreams. We awoke sweating, furious at some unseen dream enemy. Although the sith valued rage he knew that discipline was important. He calmed himself down then rose and got ready for his training. He had no belongings with him so he would simple have to wear the tattered old clothes hed worn on his journey to minban. it didnt matter though, it was irrelevant what he wore. Searching out his Master Tyler bowed before him. "Im ready to begin My Lord."

Tyler was used to pain. Pain was part of being alive, shying away from it was pointless. Throughout his life Tyler had learnt to use pain to fuel himself mentaly. he could usually withstand it and in some cases enjoyed it. "I await your discipline." He said standing completely still where Jareth had dropped him. "I wish to become strong in the Darkside."

"My whole life I have had a yearning for destruction. I want to learn how to annihilate my ememies. I wont to learn how to harness the destructive powers of the force and use then to bend others to will." He looked up into Tarrian rage filled eyes. Her dark force energy was pushing him to the ground. Moved against his will the muscules of his body began to ache with the strain. He did not resist the pain, he let their tendrils snap through his nervous system. Tyler was no stranger to pain...He liked it. "That is why I wish to learn your ways. I am a slave to the Darknesss, do as will with me." Tyler prepared his body for the next punishment. His mind could withsatnd the pain, savour it even...But his body no matter how strong could snap like a twig under the dark power pressing down on him.

Tyler was not sure what he was suppossed to do. He could feel the power of the woman known as Tarrian, flowing through the force. He decied to do as Jareth did and bow before her. "I am but a humble man. I offer myself to the Darkside....Do as you will with me." Tyler couldnt help but grin as looked up at Tarrian. Tyler began to wonder what trials and tortures they would puthim through. He was sure he could endure them, if he couldnt then perhaps he was better dead. There was no doubt in his mind that he would be slain if he failed them.

Tyler and Jareth decended through the harsh atmostphere of Mimban> Although Tyler was prepared for the trials the Sith would undoubtably put him through was couldnt help feeling a little apprehensive.

"You know why Im here..." The wounds on Tyler's face still wept blood from his last bar brawl as he smiled manicly at the mysterios stranger. "I followed the Dark calling hoping to find answers. I think you can give me those answers...." Tyler's grin faded. He knew the Sith who stood before could kill him in an instant. Tyler felt no danger from the man. Just a curiousity. [/i]

Tyler had wondered the galaxy for years searching. What it was exactly he was looking for he did not know. As a young man he had been full of hatred towards the galaxy. As he travelled, his hatred only intensified. All those long years his anger had simmered below the surface, an inarticulate rage that he could not explain. At a young age he had began to vent his rage in undrground fight clubs. this could not satisfy his destructive erges however. As a man, Tyler had become a mercenary. Living for the thrill of the kill. He had always felt a strange power drawing him towards destruction. It had taken him a while to discover that it was the Darkside of the force tha was calling out to him. His shuttle orbiting the planet Korriban, he thought he may have fianlly found what he was looking for.

CHARACTER SHEET Real Name: Tyler Durden Nickname: Space monkey Age: 36 Species: human Height: 6ft Weight: 165lbs Hair: blond/brown Eyes: blue Sex: male Homeworld: coruscant Alignment:Neutral Clothing: loose trousers, old vest, red leather jacket Weapon: Blaster pistol, fists Force User Inventory: blaster, rations, medpac, change of clothing Posessions: Small shuttle For the old players that come back now, Force Side: unknown Trained by: - Trained who: - Current Affiliation: - Current Rank: jedi Hopeful