Sith X

Known Force Powers Beginner's Skill Force Illusion Force Deflection Sith Lightning* Forjdnamazi iv Misina Viekis ir Tikras Moderate Skill Aing Tii Fighting Sight Breath Control Comprehend Speech Force Choke* Force Scream* Mind Control* Force Absorbtion* Massassi Kata Anpe Ztaxurijaga Mastered Skill Force Jump/Leap Force Push/Pull Force Sight Telepathy Telekinesis Force Sense Natura Kevn In-Training Force Powers See Specialized Force Powers * = Leary of use. Refuses to use unless situation calls for it.

Preferred Lightsaber Form Form VI; Niman/Jar'Kai Known Lightsaber Forms Form I: Shii-Cho Form V: Shien/Djem So Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat Sokan In-Training Lightsaber Forms Form VII: Juyo/Vaapad

Current Affiliations Sith Order Master: Nurgle/Darth Dominus Rank: Sith Master Class: Warrior Padawan(s): Cryus the Virus, Camik Former Affiliations The Hutts Leader: Umaga the Hutt/Rihn Rank: Assassin Alcazarins* Leader: Nurgle/Darth Dominus Rank: Brother * = Mod Approved Sub-Faction

True Name: Neo Krell

Necrocirrhosis(Cleansed) History Stage One Partial Necrosis of the Skin Immunodeficiency Sensitivity to Light Description Stage Two Full Necrosis of the Skin Intense Strength Fluorescent Green Irides Nightvision Elongated Cuspids Description Stage Three Full Necrosis of the Skin Partial Necrosis of the Vital Organs Intense Strength and Speed Fluorescent Red Irides Nightvision/Heatvision Elongated Cuspids Loss of Conscience Venom Excretion Description Mutation Intense Strength and Speed Flaring of an Onyx Coating over the Eyes - at Will Elongated Cuspids - at Will Venom Excretion - at Will Reforming/Re-enforcing of the Frontal Skull Bone - at Will Description

((New Account due to the Original having been Deleted)) Oni'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Neo Krell A.K.A: Oni, Lucas Chisum Homeworld: Nar Shadaa Species: Human Necrocirrhosis Stage: Cleansed Physical Description Age: 34 Height: 5'11" Weight: 185lbs Hair: Silver Eyes: Brown Sex: Male Equipment Clothing or Armor: Blackened Leathered Robes with fur lining; Tsis Runes embroidered into the Leather; Black Combat Boots, Blackened Leathered Gloves Weapon: Twin Silver bladed Shotos (attuned kyber crystals cleansed on the taint) Other Weapons and/or Armor: N/A Common Inventory: Flask of Corellian Whiskey, Flagon of Tarisian Ale Possessions: Oni-Bot (Courtesy of Nurgle- Left Behind at Hermit's Dojo; Mechis III; NPC Status) Faction Information Force User Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Sith Master History: Force Side: Dark Trained by: Nurgle Trained who: Cyrus the Virus, Camik Known Skills: See Below Background: Neo Krell was born upon Nar Shadaa. During his life, he lost his family, enslaved and was forced into servitude, rose through the ranks and became an enforcer for the Hutts. Changing his name to Reaper Grimm, he went on to later become a bounty hunter which led him to the planet Necropolis where he and fellow hunter Canderous Bralor were captured and imprisoned. It was here, to save his friend, that Reaper agreed to Imperial experimentation on the agreement that Canderous was released. The experiments were gruesome and near fatal, turning most of the patients into no more than creatures of immense power and hunger for flesh. Reaper, however, was not one of those and managed to escape with Canderous' aid whom had returned as Mandalore leading an ground assault of Mandalorians to end the Necropolis Experiments. Once freed, and knowing the disease that flowed through his veins and what could happen, Reaper forced Canderous to bring him to Tatooine to his former Master, Umaga, and let him live the remainder of his days as he had lived in, and hopefully taking his Master with him. Umaga, finding out about the disease, sent Reaper to Endor in hopes of his death ending him there. But when Reaper returned near death, the disease transforming at an alarming rate, gave him over to his scientist whom planted Reaper's concious into an C3 unit. And so Reaper remained until the Umaga and his cohorts were destroyed by the Black Sun and Reaper was free to wonder the universe once again. But during his travels, Reaper heard tales of a being known as Nurgle, a former God of Chaos whom was capable of not only building droids capable of using the Force and training them, but was well versed in curing many diseases that plagued the Galaxy. So Reaper went in search of him. It was on Dagobah that Reaper found Nurgle who gave him two options. One was he could remake him in the image of his son Haphaestus, part droid, part organic. Or Reaper could shed his droid form and in time, the two could possibly find a cure to the disease that plagued him. However, at the time and in his current state, Nurgle could not cure him. So Reaper chose to become flesh again, recieving training under the former Chaos God until there came a day when they could finally find a cure. Once becoming a Sith Lord and taking the name Darth Oni, combining Nurgle's knowledge of Sith Sorcery and Oni's own power, the two were able to keep the disease at bay until Nurgle could shed his own feeble form. Trusting the God, Oni went along with his plans as the Alcazarin cult was born. Unaware of Nurgle's, now known as Dominus, true intent behind the cult, Oni found power in those he became to view as family. Even as each disappeared, he held on strongly to the bond that connected them, keeping the disease at bay until its progress finally halted. It's unsure as to why its progress halted, whether Oni's power became strong enough to contain its spread, or if it mutated into a different state all together as some information gathered on original test subjects showed a mutation when the subject was found to be strong in the Force. However, it wasn't until later after Oni took up the mantle of Sith Master that it was found that the mutation had long happened, becoming not of flesh, but of spirit, forever hold its grasp even in death. Thrust into despair by this revelation, Oni ventured away from both the Alcazarin cult and the Sith Order as he wondered the Galaxy lost. It wasn't until he met a hermit known as Aryian Darkfire that he began to come to terms with himself and the disease that plagued him. Offering the Grey Jedi a place among his Alcazarin brothers, and having his offer rejected, Oni ventured back out into the Galaxy, disappearing for nearly a decade. And when he returned, his world was rocked once again. A former student of his Master, Nurgle, and elder, had taken up the mantle of Dark Lord. It was Exodus whom revealed the truth behind Dominus, the Alcazarin cult, and the truth as to why each was bonded to the other. Heartbroken by the realization, Oni settled into a role as a teacher, taking on his first pupil since Cyrus over a decade before. It was during their first mission, an assault on Kuat against the Imperial Remnant that Oni found Kyrie, and during his duel with her, finally was cleansed of the Necrocorrhosis forever. And now, Neo Krell can finally reveal himself to the Galaxy... Ship Registration Name: ShadowFalcon Class: Starfighter Model: Twin Ion Engine Defender Manufacturer: Sienar Fleet Systems Length: 9.2 Meters Armaments: SFS L-s9.3 Laser Cannons(4), Borstel NK-3 Medium Ion Cannons(2), SFS M-g-2 general-purpose warhead launchers(2) w/ Standard Load of 4 concussion missiles or proton torpedoes each, Tractor Beam projector(1) Armor: Novaldex deflector shield generators(2) (Rated 200 SBD total) Anti-Personnel Defenses: DNA & Retinal Appearance: Standard Modifications: Life-Support System installed; Custom Stereo System including Sub-woofers w/ Amplifier. __________________________________________ * = Mod Approved for Alcazarin Sub-Faction

Oni stands before Jamella, his bright blond hair spiked to emphasize the regal form of his youthful and handsome face as it laid hidden behind the presence of tribal tattoo that reached from his temple to his cheek upon the left side. It's meaning was unknown to all save Oni, a recent addition to further his hiding. His form was clad in Sith Armor, it's chest plate replaced by an onyx version of his own and the battle axe formed from darkmetal residing within it's place upon his back and his Darksabers placed equally on both sides. He smirks as Jamella approaches him, and after grabbing his coat, places the Shell-Spider Silk form upon him. "It doesn't matter anymore." Oni responds, grabbing at his travel bag and taking hold of it. "Only one question of importance remains." He looks at her with a subtle look, stern yet comforting. "I'm sorry our time to talk has grown short, so i must make this quick. Do you wish to finish your training as a Sith, mi'lady?" Oni had spent enough time to add evidence to his assumption that her training was of the Sith nature, so his confidence was unfaltering. However, he suspected she was different somehow, capable of learning what he could teach her. Though this surprised him, with Dominus' return felt by his bond with his brothers, he wondered on his coincidence of stumbling across her as well. But time was growing short, so his unorthodox approach was well timed. If she said no, then he would leave and never darken her doorstep again. But if she said yes, then time would be bought for a proper introduction.

A Presence.... It's existence is known by Oni as it quietly hovers across his thoughts, lingering like the ghosts of haunting past. A grin creeps upon his face as thoughts of a tutelage some years back begin to resurface. Nurgle... no... Dominus had return and with him, so it came time for Oni to become known. Darkness surged through-out his form, and for a split second, the iris of his eyes glazes over black with power. In the years since Dominus' disappearance, Oni's disease had beheld the final stage. "Right." Oni comes back to, rushing over to the convulsive girl and recovers her nude form. Sweeping the young lady off her feet, he carries her to the refresher, crossing the thresh hold of it's circular form. "I'll lay your clothes just outside the door here upon the futon." And so he did, gathering up her things and laying them upon the make-shift bed before returning to his cup of coffee. For most of the morning, Oni had contemplating training the young girl himself- a measure to pass the time until his comrades made their return and Oni would once again be called upon. But now was that time. Dominus had returned, and by their bond, it seemed Haphaestus had as well. This brought a sense of joy to the Sith... no... the Alcazarin. It was time for him to rejoin them. But what of the girl? Through his bond with his brethren, a vision came upon him. It's puzzle made no sense, but the man upon which he met, Oni had recognized before. "Rivan." He stood upon a walkway, his gaze shifting from Oni to the heavens as darkness overcomes the light of a neighboring sun. Oni looks around, Sith and Jedi standing side by side, united by one banner- brethren of a singular cause. "Go Lord Oni, return to Dominus and finish what i have envisioned." Oni shakes his head, his gaze falling upon an object he had not grasped since his days on Almas. It's Onyx form shimmered as the light fell upon it, Oni's hands gripping tight the axe's hilt. Memories began to flash within his mind and the last words Rivan had spoken to him within the sanctuary echoed with each memory. "A warrior of Nurgle's... you shall be..." It was time to return to Almas, and by the looks of Rivan's vision, the girl will be going too. Oni leaves the room and begins to pack his own things.

Noise... It was the russeling of feet and hands that broke the dead of silence, the pitter-patter of careful toes and the scrapping of seeing hands finding their notes of begotten music dancing upon the air and finding rest upon the drums of listening. One such as Oni had long tuned it's senses to remain even during sleep, his awareness heightened by the very force he wielded. That, and he had a headache, likely brought upon the wet air he had subjected himself to the night before. Unfamiliar atmosphere and all that. Even Sith had allergies. "Good morning..." Oni spoke as he opened his eyes and found his gaze upon the still undressed young girl. "Sorry about that. Your clothes were soaked and smelt, so i had them washed. They should be over there." Oni points toward a pile of clothes, including his own. "You fell out last night, and since i knew nothing about you, i couldn't very well just leave you to the masses of Coruscant." Oni sits up, still partially clothed, minus his jacket and pants. Lighting up a cigarette, Oni takes a puff and rubs his hands against his eyes. His hair is ruffled and his eyes are squinted when he looks at her again. "Oops. Sorry." Oni says as he outstretches his right arm to catch his pants as the flew toward him. Standing up, he lets his crimson 'Sith-R-Sexy' boxers hang loose from their crumpled position before stepping into his pants and redresses himself, trying to remain behind his own covers. "Want some coffee?" Oni asks as he mas his way into the kitchen area and turns on the pot, making his usual morning round as he grabs his mug and places it to the side of the sink before heading toward the door to get morning holonet vid-card. Oni returns shortly, and places the card into the vid-player and clicks on the 'funnies' section first. By the time the coffee is done and Oni's eyes are watering from laughter, Oni stands up to make his cup. "By the way. Who taught you the ways of the Sith?" Oni was only making assumptions due to her darker nature, and she could possibly get away with a lie if she chooses her words carefully. But there was no dubt in his mind. She was taught the Darkside, and taught well.

Voices, blaster fire, even a few screams echoed outside his apartment within the halls of the complex. Nar Shadaa cesspool of crime, a dark jewel that lit the Nal Hutta sky. It was the perfect place for one such as he to hide among the masses, a perfect place for one such as he to be free. He had often thought of returning to Almas, Vjun, or even Dagobah. But here, the place he was born, this was where he could find solitude until the day Dominus returns. The two had arrived on Nar Shadaa just hours before, Oni having carried her here from the Transport Station. His apartment was quaint, only possessing a single bed room with a living room and kitchenette combo. The spare room had long converted into a training room for Oni's personal use. He had given the girl the futon, having removed her clothing to have them washed. For now, Oni sat alone at the kitchen table, cross legged upon the Zafu- his mind lost upon his chance meeting tonight. "That girl..." He thought as he sat there, his gaze fixed on the table below. "Her training level.... I wonder who trained her." In truth, Oni had felt a familiar presence upon her when the had left the Last Call, a presence he recognized but could not pin down. It bothered him. Lining up the Zafu into a makeshift bed, Oni decided to call it a night. For when the morning came, he had a few questions for the young lady. But for now, he would allow her to sleep peacefully. Keeping his darksaber at hand, snuggled beneath the Zafu upon which his head rested, Oni closed his eyes. Though he would rest, he would not sleep soundly. One think he had learned in his hiding, is to never sleep believing he was truly safe- even if he was. A little paranoia never hurt anyone.

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