Syndros

[malice]

Age: 37
Species: Human
Height: 6'3"
Affiliation: Sith
History: Malice, or "Darth Syndros", is a Sith Lord from during the Galactic Civil War. He was a very underground 'Assassin', neither acknowledged by Vader or the Emperor at the time. He was used, along with the Storm Commandos, to gather information about the Rebel Forces. When he sensed that the Rebellion was going to be victorious, he went into Exile on the outer reaches of the Planet Korriban.

As a young boy, Malice has always been training with lightsabers. The Sith under Vaders command found him to be adept at the use of the Force, even if he was not doing it on purpose, and brought him before the Lord. Rather than cast him off, Vader took the chance to gain a new ally in the war. So it was, at an early age the boy was taken in to train. Being a mere eight years old, he believed every single lie and truth the Storm Commandos, Sith and Vader told him. He was so into their way of life, that his bedtime "prayer" ever night was "Long live the Glorious Empire; May it be filled with peace and prosperity". He understood little of what he said, but it impressed Vader.

At the age of 14 he was beginning to learn at an amazing pace. His Force abilities were not tampered with right off, beisdes providing him with better control of his Saber and more potent speed and jump powers. The Lord focused on teaching him lightsaber forms. His first form, Shii-Cho. This was the simplest style the Lord taught him, and he even added his own tricks to it. For instance, when he had locked with Vader once, he used his left hand and pushed against his chest, then ducked and allowed Vaders saber to fly overhead, attempting to trip the stronger Sith. Naturally, Vader backflipped over it, but one could easily tell by the slight chuckling that Vader was impressed. The boy was doing well..

At 24, a few years before the collapse of the Empire, Vader had taught the boy many fighting styles. The balanced Niman, Shii-Cho, Makashi, Soresu, Ataru and Juyo were all his to use. Though he had specific strong styles, he was proficient in all the forms he had been taught. He had just been granted his rank as a Sith Knight when the Empire collapsed. He had been off on a routine mission to Naboo. When the Empire collapsed, he went into hiding.

Now, he is 37 years old, emerging as the Sith Lord Darth Syndros. He has no master, no apprentice, and he is out there, seeking the one chosen one who will become his successr....
Strengths: Naturally, with his history, all of his close quarters combat skills are exceptional. He has the ability to wield a lightsaber like Jimi Hendrix wields his guitar, practically able to make the Lightsaber swing itself without even using the Force or his hands.
Weaknesses: His abilities with the Force are limited indeed. He knows Push, Pull, Speed, Jump, basic Lightning, Crush and Drain Life. He can use the Core and Crush powers with some proficiency, but his ability to use the rest are like scrap metal being thrown into a ships engine. They work, but not for long.

Sample post: The Sith Lord emerged from the tomb of Marka Ragnos on Korriban, his cold grey eyes scanning the sandy surface of the excavated area for a long time. His cloaked body was a dull contrast to the yellowed sandstone that made up the tall crypt of the Dark Lord, his body a mask of darkness within a shadowy interior of black robes, black gloves that reached the length of his forearm and black boots that were just shy of his knee. (I'll finish later. I'm getting tired.)

[Blue but beautiful]

feel free to add to your bio when you like, as long as it doesn't change plots drastically etc, obvious things like that. And feel free to post.

[malice]

I'm sorry, but I'm not done yet. You want to add this last bit to the sample post? I'd like to make a good impression when I start out. And, after this I'll make sure to read the plot lines. The sample post is just an example of what I'm capable of doing anyways; there isn't really much in the plots that changes.

Cont.: knees. His body shifted, the left shoulder allowed to slump down while the right was held up, the cortosis metals covering the electronic cords and self-powered engine systems that allowed his arm to move beyond that of a normal humans. The Sith Lord let his left hand shift to the right of his sash, retrieving from it a single-bladed lightsaber, the gilded hilt of it decorated with numerous markings, one such being that of Lord Ragnos himself, one that he had put there on purpose. The hand clutched the hilt firmly, studying every inch of it so that he may learn his new weapon. After a long minute, the Sith ignited his lightsaber, the blue-green blade erupting about 1.5 meters out of the hilt. The shallow grin on the males face seemed to tell that he was pleased with the new weapon he had constructed, and without waiting a moment longer he sheathed the blade within the hilt of it once again, reclipping it to his sash and making his way to the downed TIE Phantom. He built the energy in his legs, and Force Jumped to the top of the vehicle, opening the cockpit and dropping down inside the circular cockpit. The wings were in a classic triangle-formation, one pointing straight up, two angled out to the right and left on the bottom of the craft. The ship was a very well-known model, having been the stealthy craft that had been used against the Rebellion during the Galactic Civil war. This particular models power coupling had been replaced about a dozen times, until he found one which was able to regulate the amount of energy discharged with each shot. He found that the older models were constantly degrading with time, or they simply sapped up too much power, and the thermal targetting computer in the cockpit would flicker, sometimes shut itself down if the drain was too great. His new model, as the older ones had been, was equipped with a minor Hyperdrive engine, tri-blasters and a cloaking device similar to that on a Star Destroyer. It wasn't nearly as powerful, but it was good for slipping through blockades and evading large Republic patrol groups.... (End)