Post by Draven on Jun 9, 2008 17:34:35 GMT 1
Name:
Ragnar Draven
Allegiance:
Sith
Age:
27
Speciality:
Lightsaber
Appearance:
Humanoid, of Nar Shaddaa descent. Shoulder-length, straight raven black hair. Short black beard with no mustache. Sinister, piercing eyes. 6' 2" in height, toned but not overly muscular body shape. Usually seen dressed in black hooded cloak, and flexible, matt-black body armour, boots and gloves. Weapon of choice: sword and staff-type weapons proficiency (including lightsabers), but also adept at pistol and rifle weapons.
Description & Example Roleplay:
Ragnar is something of an intense character, but in an intimidating sense since he is often likened to the strong, silent type. Contemplative and devious, he will always plan things carefully rather than rushing headlong into things. He feels at home and comfortable in the shadows, but can equally hold his own in an open combat or negotiation situation. He is still only just becoming aware of the potential for the skills he has possessed since the age of 6; persuasion, invisibility, heightened physical prowess and senses.
His parents ran a small hotel and gambling establishment on Nar Shaddaa for many years before Ragnar's birth, and it wasn't until he reached the age of 6 that he was humoured by the staff running the gambling side of the business and allowed to play against dealers in quiet moments. After two months of play, he was walking away with hundreds of credits, having fooled the croupiers that his numbers or cards had been more than favourable.
With his new-found talents, he discovered that he could not only persuade people to think in his favour, but to also convince others that he was not even there, rendering him completely invisible and silent to all others. A petty crime spree was spawned from these new talents as people across the area discovered they were suddenly missing trinkets and credits, or that items of furniture were mysteriously re-arranged or stacked within their homes.
Many years later, at the age of 27, Ragnar was unfortunate enough to witness the brutal arrest of his mother after several Jedi and their reinforcements burst into the hotel and executed a sweeping search of the building, then dragged a man dressed in black off to a Jedi transport. One of the officers following the Jedi was seen to be carrying a tubular silver device, remarking how fortunate they had been that it hadn't been used, otherwise there could have been a bloodbath. Ragnar had followed the group out towards the transport with the amassing curious crowd and overheard a second officer saying that he was baffled as to why he had made no effort to escape.
The shadowy man looked back at Ragnar from between the officers, glanced at the silvery object, back at him again, and smiled, sublty nodding in its direction as he was slung into the transport. Ragnar's realised his natural curiosity had kicked in as he strode across to the officer and asked for the device, instructing him to forget about its existence altogether. There was a brief pause as though the very thoughts themselves were weaving their way into the officer's psyche and removing all references to the object along the way. The object fell from the blank-faced officer's hands as he turned towards the transport, Ragnar quickly grasping and concealing it in the blink of an eye.
Starting back towards the hotel, he heard the anguished cries of denial from his mother from across the plaza, denying all knowledge of the man's existence as she was manhandled out of the hotel. Ragnar ran towards her, elbowing his way through the crowd just soon enough to hear the incessant cries silenced by a vague wave of the hand by a cloaked diplomatic character, who showed a brief glimmer of sorrow as he realised who Ragnar was and witnessed the traumatic event before they left.
Ragnar was taken to stay with cousins in the upper levels of a residential block moments later, but received word after a few weeks that his mother had been sentenced to life imprisonment and hard labour on an outer-rim mining moon, but had not survived the journey. The charge had been harbouring a Sith Lord on the run from the Jedi. He could feel his blood starting to boil,and clenched his fists so tightly, the nails dug deep into the his palms and rivulets of blood ran down his forearms and dripped from the elbows. He knew there was no way that she would do that, he knew that his mother had no idea who he was or why he was hiding there, she couldn't have! This had to be a set-up. She was a pawn, yes, she had to have been a pawn in the grand scheme of things, a scapegoat to cover someone's mistakes and shortcomings. He vowed to seek redemption, snatched up the silvery object and ran to the first transport to the Korriban system, home of the infamous Sith. Here he sought to join the academy, discipline himself in his new talents further and earn a reputation for himself so that the Jedi would know of his existance.... and know that he would be coming for them, one by one if necessary.
Ragnar Draven
Allegiance:
Sith
Age:
27
Speciality:
Lightsaber
Appearance:
Humanoid, of Nar Shaddaa descent. Shoulder-length, straight raven black hair. Short black beard with no mustache. Sinister, piercing eyes. 6' 2" in height, toned but not overly muscular body shape. Usually seen dressed in black hooded cloak, and flexible, matt-black body armour, boots and gloves. Weapon of choice: sword and staff-type weapons proficiency (including lightsabers), but also adept at pistol and rifle weapons.
Description & Example Roleplay:
Ragnar is something of an intense character, but in an intimidating sense since he is often likened to the strong, silent type. Contemplative and devious, he will always plan things carefully rather than rushing headlong into things. He feels at home and comfortable in the shadows, but can equally hold his own in an open combat or negotiation situation. He is still only just becoming aware of the potential for the skills he has possessed since the age of 6; persuasion, invisibility, heightened physical prowess and senses.
His parents ran a small hotel and gambling establishment on Nar Shaddaa for many years before Ragnar's birth, and it wasn't until he reached the age of 6 that he was humoured by the staff running the gambling side of the business and allowed to play against dealers in quiet moments. After two months of play, he was walking away with hundreds of credits, having fooled the croupiers that his numbers or cards had been more than favourable.
With his new-found talents, he discovered that he could not only persuade people to think in his favour, but to also convince others that he was not even there, rendering him completely invisible and silent to all others. A petty crime spree was spawned from these new talents as people across the area discovered they were suddenly missing trinkets and credits, or that items of furniture were mysteriously re-arranged or stacked within their homes.
Many years later, at the age of 27, Ragnar was unfortunate enough to witness the brutal arrest of his mother after several Jedi and their reinforcements burst into the hotel and executed a sweeping search of the building, then dragged a man dressed in black off to a Jedi transport. One of the officers following the Jedi was seen to be carrying a tubular silver device, remarking how fortunate they had been that it hadn't been used, otherwise there could have been a bloodbath. Ragnar had followed the group out towards the transport with the amassing curious crowd and overheard a second officer saying that he was baffled as to why he had made no effort to escape.
The shadowy man looked back at Ragnar from between the officers, glanced at the silvery object, back at him again, and smiled, sublty nodding in its direction as he was slung into the transport. Ragnar's realised his natural curiosity had kicked in as he strode across to the officer and asked for the device, instructing him to forget about its existence altogether. There was a brief pause as though the very thoughts themselves were weaving their way into the officer's psyche and removing all references to the object along the way. The object fell from the blank-faced officer's hands as he turned towards the transport, Ragnar quickly grasping and concealing it in the blink of an eye.
Starting back towards the hotel, he heard the anguished cries of denial from his mother from across the plaza, denying all knowledge of the man's existence as she was manhandled out of the hotel. Ragnar ran towards her, elbowing his way through the crowd just soon enough to hear the incessant cries silenced by a vague wave of the hand by a cloaked diplomatic character, who showed a brief glimmer of sorrow as he realised who Ragnar was and witnessed the traumatic event before they left.
Ragnar was taken to stay with cousins in the upper levels of a residential block moments later, but received word after a few weeks that his mother had been sentenced to life imprisonment and hard labour on an outer-rim mining moon, but had not survived the journey. The charge had been harbouring a Sith Lord on the run from the Jedi. He could feel his blood starting to boil,and clenched his fists so tightly, the nails dug deep into the his palms and rivulets of blood ran down his forearms and dripped from the elbows. He knew there was no way that she would do that, he knew that his mother had no idea who he was or why he was hiding there, she couldn't have! This had to be a set-up. She was a pawn, yes, she had to have been a pawn in the grand scheme of things, a scapegoat to cover someone's mistakes and shortcomings. He vowed to seek redemption, snatched up the silvery object and ran to the first transport to the Korriban system, home of the infamous Sith. Here he sought to join the academy, discipline himself in his new talents further and earn a reputation for himself so that the Jedi would know of his existance.... and know that he would be coming for them, one by one if necessary.