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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 12:15:41 GMT 1
Name: Asmodous
Age: 18
Speciality: Lightsaber
Appearance: 5"11, Black (technically very dark brown), shoulder length hair tied back in a pony tail. He has a scar running next to his eye, from just above his eyebrow to just below his cheekbone. He also has many scars across his chest and a few across his back. He can use one or two lightsabers at a time, but doesn't like the double ended light sabers.
Description: He always has a black tunic on that doesn't cover his face. He prefers to fight in just the trouser section of his tunic as he likes to have his tunic looking good at all times. He has a black mask on that only comes off during a fight, it is his vanity that makes him do this as he sees his scar as a detriment to his face. His skill with a lightsaber is unrivalled but because his connection with the force is weak he often finds battles against jedis hard because they have more control over mind strengths. If a jedi is not particularly powerful in the force however, they're going to get slaughtered. =D
Would you want me to show my prowess of the english language by formulating a short plotline for my narcisstic egomaniac or is this paragraph suitable?
EDIT: His dream is to have a black light saber, but failing that he's always wanted an orange one. He doesn't know why.
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Post by Darth Kael on Mar 21, 2008 12:20:54 GMT 1
Great bio. Now, if you want to be force sensitive, could you show me your writing skills.
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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 12:30:23 GMT 1
Darth Asmodous landed lightly on his toes from his jump, the Jedi had ambushed him in the middle of an assasination attempt in Greoth Tower. He had tried to fight but had been overcome and was forced to run. He looked up at the night sky and sighed. He had failed and would have to report to his overlord, Darth Kael. It started raining and he took his mask off to feel the drumbeat of nature on his face. He heard a sound that was like a feather landing on snow, he turned and swept off his tunic. Before him was a Jedi lord, strong in the force but not very adept with his lightsaber. Darth Asmodous stepped forwards, smoothly taking his lightsaber from it's placement on his hip. Surging forwards to meet the Jedi Lord, he hoped he could defeat the lord before he used the force to the full extent. The ground was slippy, the rain dancing, the night dark. This fight was going to be interesting...
OOC: will that do?
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Post by Darth Kael on Mar 21, 2008 12:45:54 GMT 1
Wow! Perfect! You're accepted. I am sending you the password in your mail.
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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 12:50:36 GMT 1
Thank you, thank you *bows* ;D
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Post by Ger-Ni Thloc on Mar 21, 2008 13:27:01 GMT 1
You're wielding a red lightsaber right?
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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 13:42:58 GMT 1
Well yes until I have permission to wield a black or orange one. ;D
*hint hint*
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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 14:01:04 GMT 1
HINT HINT
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Post by Gergere on Mar 21, 2008 21:22:26 GMT 1
Lol, you choose your own colour.
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Post by Darth Asmodous on Mar 21, 2008 21:41:14 GMT 1
I have done. It's orange =D Cause I'm cool. HA beat that the rest of sith.
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Post by Darth Archeon on Apr 6, 2008 20:21:40 GMT 1
there you go, should be good
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Post by wowposter on Sept 17, 2008 11:55:04 GMT 1
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Post by wowposter on Oct 30, 2008 13:45:42 GMT 1
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