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Character: Starkiller
Canon: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Canon point: Directly after being betrayed by Vader, just before he wakes up on the medical table.
OU or AU?: OU
Age: Early 20s
Species: Human
« RECORD »
Disposition:
Cold/Distant
How others perceive him isn't a concern for him. Ever since he was a child, abducted from his home, he's been raised to know of no emotion except for anger, taught to give into hatred and weaponize it. Despite how the death and darkness that surrounds him, Starkiller isn't as twisted as most Sith often are. He doesn't kill for the fun of it, he doesn't play with his opponents. There are no mind games with him. He's simply a weapon and he fulfills his role efficiently. If you stand in his way, he won't hesitate to kill, but the only time he aims to kill are when he's up against specific targets marked by Vader. He doesn't revel in the chaos or destruction he brings. He's detached, following orders as he's told.
Apathetic
He isn't the talkative sort, usually giving short and blunt responses when it comes to conversing with people. This isn't born out of malice towards people in general, but simply because he's been raised in an environment where the only time he interacts with anyone is because he has to. Much of his time is spent in isolation, meditation and training and no room or desire for socializing. Often, the most animated you'll see him is talking over combat techniques with his training android.
Reflective
On the rare occasions that he allows himself to reflect on his actions, he finds that it leads to him feeling twinges of guilt or pity, at least for some of the more senseless targets he's tasked with killing. he even allows himself to feel pity and remorse for his actions as well as wondering if some of the more pointless kills he enacts are really necessary. When he kills Kazdan Paratus, he feels a little guilty. He also sometimes commits mercy kills, be it living things or droids that are near death and clearly suffering. Starkiller keeps these moments of pity, these weak moments to himself and shuts them out as much as possible. Weakness is not something he can show.
Fearless
No matter how dangerous the mission, Starkiller follows through without hesitation, regardless if they're a Jedi Master or a raving lunatic on an acidic trash heap of a planet, Starkiller doesn't stand down when it comes to a challenge. This comes from a mixture of his own confidence in his own abilities and the fact he would never disobey Vader. From striking down Stormtroopers to fighting against the dangerous monsters that roam the harshest jungles, Starkiller goes up against each and every one without batting an eye.
Loyal
It took getting literally stabbed in the back by Darth Vader for him to finally start questioning the loyalty that had been built up all his life. It was something that caused a lot of confliction for him, fighting between his loyalty and his growing resentment for his master. In the end, his resentment won out and after getting betrayed by Vader a second time, he willingly turned his back on his master. Upon turning his back on his master, Starkiller's loyalty turned towards the rebellion, who he fought side by side with ferociously, ultimately giving his life for the cause and those he had grown close to.
Suitability: Already having powers, Starkiller won't find it terribly hard to adjust to any new ones that he might gain. He will struggle with certain aspects, such as feeling like a prisoner in a strange new land, but at the same time there's a part of him that would be relieved to be away from the struggles of home; more specifically, finally being free from beneath Vader's boot. It will be an adjustment period, but ultimately he would grow accustomed after a while.
The other biggest thing he would have a hard time with is simply being around people, which isn't something that's ever really been a thing for him. With that said, Sith are all about passion and feeling and doing what they want, and being repressed under Vader means there's a lot that Starkiller has missed out on that he would be keen to finally experience.
Condition upon arrival: Recently stabbed through the abdomen with a lightsaber/laser sword but patched up by medical droids. His mental state is confused, angry and a bit frazzled, having just been betrayed by the person he was most loyal to. Highly conflicted, he won't really know what to do with himself or the knowledge of what's just happened to him.
Abilities: Starkiller comes from a universe where certain people are "Force Sensitive", meaning they can tap into power called the Force and use it for a large variety of different things.
Telekinesis
Primarily used to create concussive blasts, throw his lightsaber and push people and objects around.
Mind Control
Starkiller is able to reach into people's minds and influence their actions.
Lightning Generation
Though not true lightning, Starkiller is able to generate Force lightning; highly damaging and painful jolts of "electricity" that can easily kill someone.
Lightsaber combat
Starkiller is an expert in reverse grip style sword/lightsaber dueling.
Survival
His missions take him any and everywhere, from dense jungles to snowy abysses and harsh deserts. He is capable of surviving wherever his missions take him.
Inventory: One lightsaber, red blade.
Gembond: Ruby
Gem Location: His abdomen, where Vader stabbed him.
« MISCELLANEOUS »
Sample: As I have no TDM samples, I will be writing based on the prompt I found on January's test drive.
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Starkiller awakens with a shout, the scream of someone who had up until this very moment been, by all rights, about to die; in fact, clawing into consciousness almost feels as painful as that moment he'd been stabbed through. It takes him a good moment of thrashing about before he realizes he's very much alive, and inexplicably nowhere near where he had been before.
Is this the afterlife? are his first thoughts, but patting the ground beneath him and pinching himself is enough to make him realize he's not a ghost, he's somewhere very real and very unfamiliar.
Despite, from his perspective, having just recently gone through something extremely traumatic and upsetting, Starkiller's survival instincts kick in immediately. He pushes those thoughts aside, compartmentalizes Darth Vader's betrayal somewhere far back in his mind, and decides in that moment to focus on the here and now- though a small part of him expects the man to show up at any moment, the familiar sound of his heavy respirator playing in Starkiller's ears ominously before he shuts those thoughts out.
Starkiller looks around him, briefly taking note of the sunrise turning the sky a firey red. Under normal circumstances, it might be beautiful, but to Starkiller it was just another sign of the unfamiliarity of this new environment. Instead, he sets about trying to find brush and twigs so that he can start a fire, finding his garments lacking in this snowy atmosphere.
Once he'd rounded some up, before he could even complete the thought of how he would ignite them, sparks seemed to bounce forth from his fingertips and set them ablaze.
"That's new," he remarks dryly, clenching his fists to try and stem any additional sparks that might blaze forth. He wonders if maybe the events from before had unlocked some sort of latent pyrokinesis... it isn't unheard of for Force sensitives to have all kinds of power, after all. Still, confusing as it may be, it was useful.
Starkiller settles next to the fire, huddling close to it for warmth as he continues to survey his surroundings. He needed to find civilization, someone he could ask for help. "And with any luck," he muses quietly to himself, "a ship."
A rustling nearby catches his attention immediately, and he's on his feet in an instant, armed with a branch he'd found earlier. It wasn't much, but still he held it defensively as he would his lightsaber, tensed and ready to fight. It seemed his fire had alerted someone.
The stranger tells Starkiller they come in peace, and Starkiller relaxes ever so slightly. "Are you a local?" he asks, still not lowering the branch he's holding. The person says no, and Starkiller furrows his brow. "So you woke up here as well? Do you have any idea what's going on?"
A few moments of chatter between them, and Starkiller is more confused than ever. "Someone is playing a dangerous game," he murmurs. "I have nothing to offer you except a place by the fire." He gestures to it, making to sit down next to it as the other person does as well. "When morning comes, we go our separate ways. I intend to find a way off this rock, one way or another."
And there he sat with the stranger, both content to just sit by the fire and soak in the warmth. Starkiller had no inclination to make further smalltalk, instead he sat and formulated his next move. Find a settlement, find a ship, get off this planet. From there, he didn't know, but it seemed as good a start as any.
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OOC INFORMATION
Name: Wesley
Contact: discord is satyrn#9667
Are You Over 18?:Yes
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Starkiller
Age: Early 20s
Canon: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Canon Point: After Darth Vader betrays him for the first time
Character Information:
Personality: Cold, distant and apathetic are words one might use to describe Starkiller at a glance, but how others perceive him isn't a concern for him. Ever since he was a child, abducted from his home, he's been raised to know of no emotion except for anger, taught to give into hatred and weaponize it. Fiercely and naively loyal to Vader, Starkiller does anything he's told without questioning it, which usually involves killing Vader's enemies, which Starkiller does easily with his years of training.
Starkiller is fearless. No matter how dangerous the mission, Starkiller follows through without hesitation, regardless if they're a Jedi Master or a raving lunatic on an acidic trash heap of a planet, Starkiller doesn't stand down when it comes to a challenge. This comes from a mixture of his own confidence in his own abilities and the fact he would never disobey Vader. Not only is his loyalty near unbreakable, he knows Darth Vader is one of the only people superior to him in power. Regardless, he wouldn't dare betray his master.
When it comes to people outside of the Darth Vader bubble, Starkiller generally doesn't have much regard for them. He casually remarks on having lost seven pilots prior, during a conversation with his newest pilot, Juno Eclipse. Those around him are simply pawns as he is, tools to further Darth Vader's goals. If people die during that, it just is what it is to him.
He isn't the talkative sort, usually giving short and blunt responses when it comes to conversing with people. This isn't born out of malice towards people in general, but simply because he's been raised in an environment where the only time he interacts with anyone is because he has to. Much of his time is spent in isolation, meditation and training and no room or desire for socializing. Often, the most animated you'll see him is talking over combat techniques with his training android.
Despite how the death and darkness that surrounds him, Starkiller isn't as twisted as most Sith often are. He doesn't kill for the fun of it, he doesn't play with his opponents. There are no mind games with him. He's simply a weapon and he fulfills his role efficiently. If you stand in his way, he won't hesitate to kill, but the only time he aims to kill are when he's up against specific targets marked by Vader. He doesn't revel in the chaos or destruction he brings. He's detached, following orders as he's told.
On the rare occasions that he allows himself to reflect on his actions, he finds that it leads to him feeling twinges of guilt or pity, at least for some of the more senseless targets he's tasked with killing. he even allows himself to feel pity and remorse for his actions as well as wondering if some of the more pointless kills he enacts are really necessary. When he kills Kazdan Paratus, he feels a little guilty. He also sometimes commits mercy kills, be it living things or droids that are near death and clearly suffering. Starkiller keeps these moments of pity, these weak moments to himself and shuts them out as much as possible. Weakness is not something he can show.
It took getting literally stabbed in the back by Darth Vader for him to finally start questioning the loyalty that had been built up all his life. It was something that caused a lot of confliction for him, fighting between his loyalty and his growing resentment for his master. In the end, his resentment won out and after getting betrayed by Vader a second time, he willingly turned his back on his master. The road to the Light side was a bumpy one, but it helped Starkiller grow as a person and uncover a more compassionate man underneath the hardened exterior. He became someone who spared lives and showed mercy, rather than a weapon of destruction.
Along his journey towards embracing a new destiny for himself, Juno Eclipse is the one who really helped to break through the darkness. Without even meaning for it to happen, Starkiller found himself growing attached to Juno, going to great lengths to save her when Vader had her imprisoned. To him, she was a light that helped him find the right path, often being the voice of empathy when no one else was.
In the end, he's willing to give up his life, both for Juno and for the the rebellion against the forces he was once so fiercely loyal to.
5-10 Key Character Traits: Apathetic. Stoic. Blunt. Distant. Loyal. Resourceful. Confident. Conflicted. Practical. Focused.
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, EITHER, or opt for 100% RANDOMIZATION? Either
Opt-Outs: None
Roleplay Sample:
Consciousness floods back into him and Starkiller sits up, spitting out sand and gasping for air like he's breathing for the first time in his life- which he thinks with the haze of pain spiking through his body must be true. The last thing he remembers is the blazing heat of Darth Vader's lightsaber piercing his body and his hands move instinctively to the site of the wound. Curiously, it's bandaged up and he can tell by moving that it's been attended to by a medical droid since it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it would otherwise.
Starkiller doesn't sit and dwell on it for long, deciding instead to focus on figuring out where he's ended up. Had a passing ship picked him up and thrown him into the sea? He blinks saltwater out of his eyes and looks out into the distance, seeing the lights of what must be a settlement of some kind.
He starts moving that way, before the sound of a gun cocking behind him makes him freeze.
Before the owner of the gun can get a word out, Starkiller drops low, aiming a kick out behind him that connects with the strangers knee. The shotgun fires and over the ringing in his ears, he hears the man calling out in pain. With one swift maneuver, he stands back up and reaches out to grab hold of the barrel of the shotgun, giving it a heafty yank that throws the stranger off balance and onto the sandy ground.
Starkiller brings the gun up over his head and brings it down with a heavy thud onto the stranger's head, knocking him out.
"Locals are... hostile, apparently," he says to himself, squatting down to see if the man has anything on him. A currency he isn't familiar with, an identification indicating he's no one of importance and a picture of he and his family. Starkiller furrows his brows and drops the wallet down next to the man before checking his pulse to make sure he's still breathing. "If you intend on going back to your family, I don't suggest you pick fights you can't win." He gives the man a nudge with his foot, before turning back to the lights in the distance. Starkiller sets off, swinging his newly acquired weapon over his shoulder, leaving the man to groggily stammer to his feet behind him.
Name: Wesley
Contact: discord is satyrn#9667
Are You Over 18?:Yes
Other Characters: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Starkiller
Age: Early 20s
Canon: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Canon Point: After Darth Vader betrays him for the first time
Character Information:
Personality: Cold, distant and apathetic are words one might use to describe Starkiller at a glance, but how others perceive him isn't a concern for him. Ever since he was a child, abducted from his home, he's been raised to know of no emotion except for anger, taught to give into hatred and weaponize it. Fiercely and naively loyal to Vader, Starkiller does anything he's told without questioning it, which usually involves killing Vader's enemies, which Starkiller does easily with his years of training.
Starkiller is fearless. No matter how dangerous the mission, Starkiller follows through without hesitation, regardless if they're a Jedi Master or a raving lunatic on an acidic trash heap of a planet, Starkiller doesn't stand down when it comes to a challenge. This comes from a mixture of his own confidence in his own abilities and the fact he would never disobey Vader. Not only is his loyalty near unbreakable, he knows Darth Vader is one of the only people superior to him in power. Regardless, he wouldn't dare betray his master.
When it comes to people outside of the Darth Vader bubble, Starkiller generally doesn't have much regard for them. He casually remarks on having lost seven pilots prior, during a conversation with his newest pilot, Juno Eclipse. Those around him are simply pawns as he is, tools to further Darth Vader's goals. If people die during that, it just is what it is to him.
He isn't the talkative sort, usually giving short and blunt responses when it comes to conversing with people. This isn't born out of malice towards people in general, but simply because he's been raised in an environment where the only time he interacts with anyone is because he has to. Much of his time is spent in isolation, meditation and training and no room or desire for socializing. Often, the most animated you'll see him is talking over combat techniques with his training android.
Despite how the death and darkness that surrounds him, Starkiller isn't as twisted as most Sith often are. He doesn't kill for the fun of it, he doesn't play with his opponents. There are no mind games with him. He's simply a weapon and he fulfills his role efficiently. If you stand in his way, he won't hesitate to kill, but the only time he aims to kill are when he's up against specific targets marked by Vader. He doesn't revel in the chaos or destruction he brings. He's detached, following orders as he's told.
On the rare occasions that he allows himself to reflect on his actions, he finds that it leads to him feeling twinges of guilt or pity, at least for some of the more senseless targets he's tasked with killing. he even allows himself to feel pity and remorse for his actions as well as wondering if some of the more pointless kills he enacts are really necessary. When he kills Kazdan Paratus, he feels a little guilty. He also sometimes commits mercy kills, be it living things or droids that are near death and clearly suffering. Starkiller keeps these moments of pity, these weak moments to himself and shuts them out as much as possible. Weakness is not something he can show.
It took getting literally stabbed in the back by Darth Vader for him to finally start questioning the loyalty that had been built up all his life. It was something that caused a lot of confliction for him, fighting between his loyalty and his growing resentment for his master. In the end, his resentment won out and after getting betrayed by Vader a second time, he willingly turned his back on his master. The road to the Light side was a bumpy one, but it helped Starkiller grow as a person and uncover a more compassionate man underneath the hardened exterior. He became someone who spared lives and showed mercy, rather than a weapon of destruction.
Along his journey towards embracing a new destiny for himself, Juno Eclipse is the one who really helped to break through the darkness. Without even meaning for it to happen, Starkiller found himself growing attached to Juno, going to great lengths to save her when Vader had her imprisoned. To him, she was a light that helped him find the right path, often being the voice of empathy when no one else was.
In the end, he's willing to give up his life, both for Juno and for the the rebellion against the forces he was once so fiercely loyal to.
5-10 Key Character Traits: Apathetic. Stoic. Blunt. Distant. Loyal. Resourceful. Confident. Conflicted. Practical. Focused.
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, EITHER, or opt for 100% RANDOMIZATION? Either
Opt-Outs: None
Roleplay Sample:
Consciousness floods back into him and Starkiller sits up, spitting out sand and gasping for air like he's breathing for the first time in his life- which he thinks with the haze of pain spiking through his body must be true. The last thing he remembers is the blazing heat of Darth Vader's lightsaber piercing his body and his hands move instinctively to the site of the wound. Curiously, it's bandaged up and he can tell by moving that it's been attended to by a medical droid since it doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it would otherwise.
Starkiller doesn't sit and dwell on it for long, deciding instead to focus on figuring out where he's ended up. Had a passing ship picked him up and thrown him into the sea? He blinks saltwater out of his eyes and looks out into the distance, seeing the lights of what must be a settlement of some kind.
He starts moving that way, before the sound of a gun cocking behind him makes him freeze.
Before the owner of the gun can get a word out, Starkiller drops low, aiming a kick out behind him that connects with the strangers knee. The shotgun fires and over the ringing in his ears, he hears the man calling out in pain. With one swift maneuver, he stands back up and reaches out to grab hold of the barrel of the shotgun, giving it a heafty yank that throws the stranger off balance and onto the sandy ground.
Starkiller brings the gun up over his head and brings it down with a heavy thud onto the stranger's head, knocking him out.
"Locals are... hostile, apparently," he says to himself, squatting down to see if the man has anything on him. A currency he isn't familiar with, an identification indicating he's no one of importance and a picture of he and his family. Starkiller furrows his brows and drops the wallet down next to the man before checking his pulse to make sure he's still breathing. "If you intend on going back to your family, I don't suggest you pick fights you can't win." He gives the man a nudge with his foot, before turning back to the lights in the distance. Starkiller sets off, swinging his newly acquired weapon over his shoulder, leaving the man to groggily stammer to his feet behind him.
(no subject)
It's become almost as easy as breathing, executing Jedi after Order 66, after Starkiller had helped put an end to the rebellion attempts. Now nothing stands between the Empire and total domination- not even those straggling Jedi that he's tasked with hunting down. It's always the same, a padawan who can barely lift a saber, or old masters who know nothing of his brute-force techniques and deadly mastery of the saber. Should they withstand his physical attacks, they soon bow under the pressure of the Force. It always ends the same, with the same kind of heroic speech before they die.
This time will be no different.
An alleged master of the sword, his subject goes by "Strider", last seen occupying an unremarkable planet by the name "Earth". Starkiller's ship is nearing Earth's orbit, cloaked against even the most advanced radars, not a soul is aware as his ship pinpoints the location and he begins his descent, to a location known as "Texas".
"Target confirmed," the voice of his droid, Proxy, says over the intercom as Starkiller begins to ready himself for combat. A holographic image of an apartment building appears, with a flashing red dot indicating Strider's presence within the apartment. He's spent weeks preparing, fighting a training simulation of his opponent to prepare himself. Starkiller is just about to jump ship, when an alarm overhead begins to go off. Starkiller immediately springs into action, the buzz of his lightsaber roaring to life as it casts an eerie red glow along the walls. This never happens.
"It appears we've been breached."
Starkiller doesn't need to be told; he can feel it. Him. Strider.
He throws up his lightsaber just in time to fend off the blade of a fierce orange lightsaber, the owner of whom seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Tall, blond, wearing some form of strange eye protection, but absolutely lethal in the way he moves and twirls his blade.
And so the two of them fought like that, a whirl of red and orange, seemingly hit-for-hit with no end in sight... until Starkiller lands a blow to his face, cracking those triangular shades in half. The blow is enough to send Strider backwards, the blade slipping from his grip, giving Starkiller enough of an opportunity to rench the blade from his grasp using the Force, to then send it hurling back at its owner, searing through his chest with ease. Strider falls to the ground, as Starkiller brings the blade whirring back through the air into his grasp.
"Sir... our scans indicate-"
"I know. Bring him in... use Strider Protocol. He will be no match for you."
Proxy gave no response, leaving Starkiller to stare down at the body in front of him. He had to give it to Strider, it had been no easy feat masking the other's presence but now that he was dead, Starkiller could sense it clearly. A sudden flash of memory, of his own father defending against Vader in a scenario disturbingly like this, has Starkiller reaching up to press a hand to his forehead. It was brave- no... foolish, of them. Both of them.
He no longer has any time to consider it, as Proxy the room. "Initiating Strider Protocol." Before his very eyes, the robot in front of him began to transform, until he was no longer staring at a robot but instead at the very man who lay before them both. Starkiller holds out the orange lightsaber for him, which Proxy-Strider takes. "Keep him alive," Starkiller says. "For now. I'm going to let Vader know our mission was a success."
And so he did, though he elected to keep certain things to himself. In time, perhaps, but his mission was for Strider and Strider alone. This turn of events could be... useful. Starkiller had never dreamt of having his own apprentice, sure that Vader would never allow it. Now he's in a perfect position to do so under his master's nose. It's simply too much to pass up.
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This time will be no different.
An alleged master of the sword, his subject goes by "Strider", last seen occupying an unremarkable planet by the name "Earth". Starkiller's ship is nearing Earth's orbit, cloaked against even the most advanced radars, not a soul is aware as his ship pinpoints the location and he begins his descent, to a location known as "Texas".
"Target confirmed," the voice of his droid, Proxy, says over the intercom as Starkiller begins to ready himself for combat. A holographic image of an apartment building appears, with a flashing red dot indicating Strider's presence within the apartment. He's spent weeks preparing, fighting a training simulation of his opponent to prepare himself. Starkiller is just about to jump ship, when an alarm overhead begins to go off. Starkiller immediately springs into action, the buzz of his lightsaber roaring to life as it casts an eerie red glow along the walls. This never happens.
"It appears we've been breached."
Starkiller doesn't need to be told; he can feel it. Him. Strider.
He throws up his lightsaber just in time to fend off the blade of a fierce orange lightsaber, the owner of whom seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Tall, blond, wearing some form of strange eye protection, but absolutely lethal in the way he moves and twirls his blade.
And so the two of them fought like that, a whirl of red and orange, seemingly hit-for-hit with no end in sight... until Starkiller lands a blow to his face, cracking those triangular shades in half. The blow is enough to send Strider backwards, the blade slipping from his grip, giving Starkiller enough of an opportunity to rench the blade from his grasp using the Force, to then send it hurling back at its owner, searing through his chest with ease. Strider falls to the ground, as Starkiller brings the blade whirring back through the air into his grasp.
"Sir... our scans indicate-"
"I know. Bring him in... use Strider Protocol. He will be no match for you."
Proxy gave no response, leaving Starkiller to stare down at the body in front of him. He had to give it to Strider, it had been no easy feat masking the other's presence but now that he was dead, Starkiller could sense it clearly. A sudden flash of memory, of his own father defending against Vader in a scenario disturbingly like this, has Starkiller reaching up to press a hand to his forehead. It was brave- no... foolish, of them. Both of them.
He no longer has any time to consider it, as Proxy the room. "Initiating Strider Protocol." Before his very eyes, the robot in front of him began to transform, until he was no longer staring at a robot but instead at the very man who lay before them both. Starkiller holds out the orange lightsaber for him, which Proxy-Strider takes. "Keep him alive," Starkiller says. "For now. I'm going to let Vader know our mission was a success."
And so he did, though he elected to keep certain things to himself. In time, perhaps, but his mission was for Strider and Strider alone. This turn of events could be... useful. Starkiller had never dreamt of having his own apprentice, sure that Vader would never allow it. Now he's in a perfect position to do so under his master's nose. It's simply too much to pass up.
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