Darth Tholuem
Dec 21st, 2000, 01:19:10 PM
OOC: Since I've just been promoted, I thought I'd post Tholuem's 'bio'. I wrote this a week or so ago, and I must say I think it's become quite good :) I don't like then end all that much though. Oh well. Here goes:
IC:
A Tragic History…
Tholuem’s laying on his bed after a long day of training his skills. He thought of his Master, Gav Mortis, and how he left. It made him feel… strange; the one who had tought him everything, was now nowhere to be seen. He just left, out of nothing. It’d smashed him right on the head. Somehow it even hurt. People had always left him behind, or other people made his friends leave him. A bloodbath, murdering. He had seen it all and lost the ones who were close to him through that. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Then the pictures of all these horrible happenings. The blood, the anger, the rage, the agression… It all came back, just like what happened in the Training Grounds, when Gav ordered him to destroy the huge boulder, which he destroyed easily after this happened, he seemed to have huge powers after that, which he was able to use as well.
He woke up with a warm red face and sweat on his forehead. He looked around, and noticved he was safe, and there was nothing needed to be destroyed either, no training this time. He got out of his bed and went towards his window. He looked out over the territory of The Sith Order, which had been his home for quite a while now, after first coming to The Sith Counsil, which fell apart after which TSO was brought to life. He was still looking outside, now at the sky, and sighed… He was sick of these… dreams, if that was what they should be called. He’d woken up three times now, after having this very same dream, sweating and heated. He went to his sink with mirror and let the water flow. He looked in the mirror and saw his face, tired out. He had hardly slept for 3 days now, and that was seen too… His eyes looked as fuzzy as they’d never been. He drank some water and went back to bed. He laid down and looked at the ceiling, he didn’t want to sleep… But after a while his hunger for sleep became too big and he fell asleep. This time not to have that dream again.
When he woke up it was late already, seems like he had overslept. He swore but then just walked over to the sink. As he looked into the mirror he noticed he looked a lot more woken up. ‘Guess the sleep did do SOMETHING good…’ he mumbled. He washed himself, put his clothes on and took some stuff to eat. He stuffed it all into his face and made an attempt to clean up his bed and everything that was a mess in his room. He went to the window again and looked out, down, where he saw gengar and Kahn with their pets. He smiled, shortly though… He looked farther, to the horizon and saw nothing that could interest him there. He turned around and his eyes couldn’t focus anymore. He went to his bed and sat down. There he almost fainted but could keep himself up, although, when it happened twice, he couldn’t help himself anymore. Things were black, but then…
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A small kid, 6 years of age, back then and also in these days known as Tholuem, walked on a grassy field. In his direction, about a mile away, was a figure seen. And after that another one… As the first got closer and closer, it seemed to be a woman, clothes teared up and covered with blood. The little boy didn’t seem to care, all it wished to be was with the woman. The woman had running after her… a man, with an undifined weapon. The woman screamed, tripped, looked over to see the crazy man coming closer and stood up immediately. She ran towards the kid again, but ran a lot slower then the man did. Then the woman and the kid met. She picked him up as fast as possible and ran further, crying heavily now, screaming in Tholuem’s ear:
Woman: ‘Tholuem! Your father has gone mad, we must get away from here as fast as possible! We have to head towards the city! The city…! We must be able to make it..!’
So, the woman was Tholuem’s mother, the man his father. His mother kept on crying and as she got more tired and tired his father got closer. Tholuem closed his eyes, looking back at from where his mother was running to, and the man trippe, and was then pushed backwards… The kid seemed to have Force Powers or such. Then his eyes opened again, and he breathed heavily. The man got up and now ran faster, after Tholuem and his crying mother. The distance that existed between the two figures had gone away, and the man was about to slam his wife to the ground, with the kid. He did. The woman collapsed to the floor and went unconscious immediately. Tholuem rolled over a couple of times, fallen out of his mother’s arms. When he got to a hold with the rolling he looked around and saw his mother, with his dad standing above her. The weapon was covered with blood… His mother made no sound, nor did his father. The man was done and walked away, seemed to forget about Tholuem.
The boy got up and walked towards his mom. What he saw right there was horrible, espessially for a youngster as he was. (OOC, details will of course be left out) He stared at his mother, the woman he had always loved, and then looked in the direction his father had gone in; he was nowhere to be seen. Tholuem looked around but no, no sign of his father. He forgot and looked at his mother again. He gave her a kiss and left… No idea as to where he wouled end up, nor what would become of his life, after all this. Mother who died… Father who beat his wife, his mother, and in the and even… He cried. He cried all the way to the city his mother screamed about, he had been there once, with his parents, who eventually ended up fighting, and they left seperately. Later that night he had heard his parents fight and that moring his mother had a black eye. That all happened about a year ago, when he was 5. And he’d never forget about what happened today, his dad would pay. He’d get him, sometime…
----------[About 6 years later, Tholuem being 14]----------</center
An orphanage. That was where Tholuem ended up after he went to the city, after his father killed his mother. It was 6 years ago now, and still, he could remember. Everything, the face of his mother, screaming, running. His dad, coming after them, crazy…
Right now, he felt different about it then how he used to. At this time being, all he wished was for was to find the basterd and… You can imagine. When he was little, all he did was cry about the loss of his mother, but now… Things were different. He got bigger fast and grew up in this orphanage. He was 14 now and one of the oldest in the orphanage. He took care of the younger kids and felt happy here. Happy, although, he still had the rage and anger to, once he thought of his dad, get so aggressive, that he could frighten smaller kids by demolishing anything surrounding him. He was known to be able to get very aggressive, and strong. Very strong. He could fight well too, that all shown off in the 2 fights he got in at this orphanage. Some people used to tease him with his sometimes too agressice character. Both of those didn’t get away very well…
He also learned to control the Force a bit in there. He found out he was able to use it when his father was out on killing him and his mother and he threw him over. From then off, he’d been practising in secret, not wanting to share his capability with anyone else in the orphanage. He could push thing away, pull them etc. All went with lots of trouble and he always was tired after it, but it worked!
One day, Tholuem was cleaning the big hallway with the entrance to the orphanagae, with the other people that had that task. There was a knock on the door. Tholuem looked around and walked towards the door, opened it, only to be greated with a fist right on his nose. He fell over, and felt two kicks in his back as well. He moaned and his body curled up in pain, Physical pain, something he had not felt for quite a while now. He heard gun shots, clashing knifes and swords, and screams… Lots of them. Then all got silent, and the ‘people’, or better said ‘beasts’ that had invaded, now made sure they got out of here as soon as possible since it wouldn’t take long untill the city’s ‘protectors’ would arrive. Tholuem played dea, but watched the men with one eye opened, and saw all of them get out, running… One tripped, and at first Tholuem didn’t care, but then… He looked into the person’s eyes. They felt cold at first. Gave Tholuem goose-bumps. He looked into his eyes deaper, and he looked back. ‘This is it, I’m dead!’ was all Tholuem could think of. But the man didn’t do anything, he just stared at Tholuem, as if he was… surprised. As he ran out they kept looking at eachother, Tholuem at first just happy to still be alive, as he would expect the man to finish him off after noticing he was still alive. Then Tholuem got a strange feeling, something he’d never felt before, as if something or someone gave him a hint as to who this person was… Then he stopped breathing and his eyes opened wide; he knew this guy. The eyes, just everything. It all pointed to… his father. Everything seemed to go slow motion from now on, as the two men kept staring at eachother, one still running to get out, instead of killing his son! Tholuem wanted to get up after realising it was his father, but he couldn’t; his feet and legs were frozen, and it seemed as if he would be stuk to the floor forever. The man got away as Tholuem wasn’t able to move. The door slammed and all got even more silent then it already was. Tholuem started breathing again but kept laying on the ground. All kinds of thoughts and questions went through his head; was this really his father? Must’ve been, he knew it, something had told him. Would this also be work of the Force? Why did these people do this? That was the biggest mistery of all, he had no clue at all! No-one would’ve had! This just seemed like a wild unplanned, crazy action. Tholuem had no explanation for something like this. People could be so… He stopped thinking about all that and decided to get up and take a look around. He walked around for a while but stopped after some dead bodies he had seen. This was worse then what he had seen when his mother died. This… was inhuman. He fell to the floor and cried. Like he had never done before. There he was, laying on the ground, crying like a little boy. Just like those 6 years earlier…
A flash follows, then a bigger, older Tholuem is seen, walking on the streets of Correlia. After that crazy stuff that happened in the orphanage, which still all didn’t make sense to him, but he would find out, oh yes, he would… Sometime. IF his father was still alive… He’d better make sure not to meet his son. Hell no… Those were the thought circling through Tholuem’s head, at least once a day, when he was walking around the city again, nothing to do. He had to do something with his life, this was no good. He looked at the people passing on his right and left, they all did their daily routines, later able to go home etc etc… Tholuem didn’t. He’d probably end up in a bar again… So he did.
Later that night, in a bar, one that wasn’t exactly known to be a very ‘social’ one, he got into conversation with a person that did not name himself at first but that Tholuem later got to know as Darth Rage. Rage had felt a Force sensitive person around, and went into the bar that night, when he was in town. He started speaking to Tholuem and eventually that leaded into Rage telling Tholuem about The Sith Council, a Sith group lead by Itala Marzullo. He also told him this because he knew Tholuem was Force sensitive and also felt Tholuem could become very strong, if only his powers were to be developed… Tholuem awnsered that indeed, he had found out about his powers, and that he also learned to controll them in some way already. That was the time when Rage was absolutely sure he had to take this person to The Sith Council Conference Chamber and make him meet the people there. Tholeum of course didn’t think this over, but grabbed his chance immediately. This was something he always wanted and now he got the chance. Also the chance to finally do something with his life, except for being the victim of his father twice, ruining his life… He took Rage’s offer, and later that night they went to the place that became Tholuem’s new home. There he would be trained by Itala, although that training didn’t get finished all the way… Later, the members of TSC all left the group, because they were fed up with their leader, Itala, and organised their own group; The Sith Order, which Tholuem joined after TSC...
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[c]Tholuem woke up and found himself surrounded by the people that had been with him for quite a while now, people he considered friends now and they would this time not leave him like all the others. He was laying on a bed, and 10 year old Kahn had found him laying on the ground in his room that morning. He had helped him up on his bed, and then had called the others. Now, they were here, not all, some had stuff to do that day, and others had left TSO now, Gav for example, his Master.. As he woke up the Sith looked at him surprised and smiled. Then they started asking Tholuem what had happened and all he could awnser was ‘I’ll tell you all sometime, but not now…’.
From that night, Tholuem didn’t have those dreams anymore, and again, he had no explanation for it. All he could be was happy, since he got his sleep back again…
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OOC: Please tell me what you think! Also; say it if it sucks! lol :)
IC:
A Tragic History…
Tholuem’s laying on his bed after a long day of training his skills. He thought of his Master, Gav Mortis, and how he left. It made him feel… strange; the one who had tought him everything, was now nowhere to be seen. He just left, out of nothing. It’d smashed him right on the head. Somehow it even hurt. People had always left him behind, or other people made his friends leave him. A bloodbath, murdering. He had seen it all and lost the ones who were close to him through that. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Then the pictures of all these horrible happenings. The blood, the anger, the rage, the agression… It all came back, just like what happened in the Training Grounds, when Gav ordered him to destroy the huge boulder, which he destroyed easily after this happened, he seemed to have huge powers after that, which he was able to use as well.
He woke up with a warm red face and sweat on his forehead. He looked around, and noticved he was safe, and there was nothing needed to be destroyed either, no training this time. He got out of his bed and went towards his window. He looked out over the territory of The Sith Order, which had been his home for quite a while now, after first coming to The Sith Counsil, which fell apart after which TSO was brought to life. He was still looking outside, now at the sky, and sighed… He was sick of these… dreams, if that was what they should be called. He’d woken up three times now, after having this very same dream, sweating and heated. He went to his sink with mirror and let the water flow. He looked in the mirror and saw his face, tired out. He had hardly slept for 3 days now, and that was seen too… His eyes looked as fuzzy as they’d never been. He drank some water and went back to bed. He laid down and looked at the ceiling, he didn’t want to sleep… But after a while his hunger for sleep became too big and he fell asleep. This time not to have that dream again.
When he woke up it was late already, seems like he had overslept. He swore but then just walked over to the sink. As he looked into the mirror he noticed he looked a lot more woken up. ‘Guess the sleep did do SOMETHING good…’ he mumbled. He washed himself, put his clothes on and took some stuff to eat. He stuffed it all into his face and made an attempt to clean up his bed and everything that was a mess in his room. He went to the window again and looked out, down, where he saw gengar and Kahn with their pets. He smiled, shortly though… He looked farther, to the horizon and saw nothing that could interest him there. He turned around and his eyes couldn’t focus anymore. He went to his bed and sat down. There he almost fainted but could keep himself up, although, when it happened twice, he couldn’t help himself anymore. Things were black, but then…
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A small kid, 6 years of age, back then and also in these days known as Tholuem, walked on a grassy field. In his direction, about a mile away, was a figure seen. And after that another one… As the first got closer and closer, it seemed to be a woman, clothes teared up and covered with blood. The little boy didn’t seem to care, all it wished to be was with the woman. The woman had running after her… a man, with an undifined weapon. The woman screamed, tripped, looked over to see the crazy man coming closer and stood up immediately. She ran towards the kid again, but ran a lot slower then the man did. Then the woman and the kid met. She picked him up as fast as possible and ran further, crying heavily now, screaming in Tholuem’s ear:
Woman: ‘Tholuem! Your father has gone mad, we must get away from here as fast as possible! We have to head towards the city! The city…! We must be able to make it..!’
So, the woman was Tholuem’s mother, the man his father. His mother kept on crying and as she got more tired and tired his father got closer. Tholuem closed his eyes, looking back at from where his mother was running to, and the man trippe, and was then pushed backwards… The kid seemed to have Force Powers or such. Then his eyes opened again, and he breathed heavily. The man got up and now ran faster, after Tholuem and his crying mother. The distance that existed between the two figures had gone away, and the man was about to slam his wife to the ground, with the kid. He did. The woman collapsed to the floor and went unconscious immediately. Tholuem rolled over a couple of times, fallen out of his mother’s arms. When he got to a hold with the rolling he looked around and saw his mother, with his dad standing above her. The weapon was covered with blood… His mother made no sound, nor did his father. The man was done and walked away, seemed to forget about Tholuem.
The boy got up and walked towards his mom. What he saw right there was horrible, espessially for a youngster as he was. (OOC, details will of course be left out) He stared at his mother, the woman he had always loved, and then looked in the direction his father had gone in; he was nowhere to be seen. Tholuem looked around but no, no sign of his father. He forgot and looked at his mother again. He gave her a kiss and left… No idea as to where he wouled end up, nor what would become of his life, after all this. Mother who died… Father who beat his wife, his mother, and in the and even… He cried. He cried all the way to the city his mother screamed about, he had been there once, with his parents, who eventually ended up fighting, and they left seperately. Later that night he had heard his parents fight and that moring his mother had a black eye. That all happened about a year ago, when he was 5. And he’d never forget about what happened today, his dad would pay. He’d get him, sometime…
----------[About 6 years later, Tholuem being 14]----------</center
An orphanage. That was where Tholuem ended up after he went to the city, after his father killed his mother. It was 6 years ago now, and still, he could remember. Everything, the face of his mother, screaming, running. His dad, coming after them, crazy…
Right now, he felt different about it then how he used to. At this time being, all he wished was for was to find the basterd and… You can imagine. When he was little, all he did was cry about the loss of his mother, but now… Things were different. He got bigger fast and grew up in this orphanage. He was 14 now and one of the oldest in the orphanage. He took care of the younger kids and felt happy here. Happy, although, he still had the rage and anger to, once he thought of his dad, get so aggressive, that he could frighten smaller kids by demolishing anything surrounding him. He was known to be able to get very aggressive, and strong. Very strong. He could fight well too, that all shown off in the 2 fights he got in at this orphanage. Some people used to tease him with his sometimes too agressice character. Both of those didn’t get away very well…
He also learned to control the Force a bit in there. He found out he was able to use it when his father was out on killing him and his mother and he threw him over. From then off, he’d been practising in secret, not wanting to share his capability with anyone else in the orphanage. He could push thing away, pull them etc. All went with lots of trouble and he always was tired after it, but it worked!
One day, Tholuem was cleaning the big hallway with the entrance to the orphanagae, with the other people that had that task. There was a knock on the door. Tholuem looked around and walked towards the door, opened it, only to be greated with a fist right on his nose. He fell over, and felt two kicks in his back as well. He moaned and his body curled up in pain, Physical pain, something he had not felt for quite a while now. He heard gun shots, clashing knifes and swords, and screams… Lots of them. Then all got silent, and the ‘people’, or better said ‘beasts’ that had invaded, now made sure they got out of here as soon as possible since it wouldn’t take long untill the city’s ‘protectors’ would arrive. Tholuem played dea, but watched the men with one eye opened, and saw all of them get out, running… One tripped, and at first Tholuem didn’t care, but then… He looked into the person’s eyes. They felt cold at first. Gave Tholuem goose-bumps. He looked into his eyes deaper, and he looked back. ‘This is it, I’m dead!’ was all Tholuem could think of. But the man didn’t do anything, he just stared at Tholuem, as if he was… surprised. As he ran out they kept looking at eachother, Tholuem at first just happy to still be alive, as he would expect the man to finish him off after noticing he was still alive. Then Tholuem got a strange feeling, something he’d never felt before, as if something or someone gave him a hint as to who this person was… Then he stopped breathing and his eyes opened wide; he knew this guy. The eyes, just everything. It all pointed to… his father. Everything seemed to go slow motion from now on, as the two men kept staring at eachother, one still running to get out, instead of killing his son! Tholuem wanted to get up after realising it was his father, but he couldn’t; his feet and legs were frozen, and it seemed as if he would be stuk to the floor forever. The man got away as Tholuem wasn’t able to move. The door slammed and all got even more silent then it already was. Tholuem started breathing again but kept laying on the ground. All kinds of thoughts and questions went through his head; was this really his father? Must’ve been, he knew it, something had told him. Would this also be work of the Force? Why did these people do this? That was the biggest mistery of all, he had no clue at all! No-one would’ve had! This just seemed like a wild unplanned, crazy action. Tholuem had no explanation for something like this. People could be so… He stopped thinking about all that and decided to get up and take a look around. He walked around for a while but stopped after some dead bodies he had seen. This was worse then what he had seen when his mother died. This… was inhuman. He fell to the floor and cried. Like he had never done before. There he was, laying on the ground, crying like a little boy. Just like those 6 years earlier…
A flash follows, then a bigger, older Tholuem is seen, walking on the streets of Correlia. After that crazy stuff that happened in the orphanage, which still all didn’t make sense to him, but he would find out, oh yes, he would… Sometime. IF his father was still alive… He’d better make sure not to meet his son. Hell no… Those were the thought circling through Tholuem’s head, at least once a day, when he was walking around the city again, nothing to do. He had to do something with his life, this was no good. He looked at the people passing on his right and left, they all did their daily routines, later able to go home etc etc… Tholuem didn’t. He’d probably end up in a bar again… So he did.
Later that night, in a bar, one that wasn’t exactly known to be a very ‘social’ one, he got into conversation with a person that did not name himself at first but that Tholuem later got to know as Darth Rage. Rage had felt a Force sensitive person around, and went into the bar that night, when he was in town. He started speaking to Tholuem and eventually that leaded into Rage telling Tholuem about The Sith Council, a Sith group lead by Itala Marzullo. He also told him this because he knew Tholuem was Force sensitive and also felt Tholuem could become very strong, if only his powers were to be developed… Tholuem awnsered that indeed, he had found out about his powers, and that he also learned to controll them in some way already. That was the time when Rage was absolutely sure he had to take this person to The Sith Council Conference Chamber and make him meet the people there. Tholeum of course didn’t think this over, but grabbed his chance immediately. This was something he always wanted and now he got the chance. Also the chance to finally do something with his life, except for being the victim of his father twice, ruining his life… He took Rage’s offer, and later that night they went to the place that became Tholuem’s new home. There he would be trained by Itala, although that training didn’t get finished all the way… Later, the members of TSC all left the group, because they were fed up with their leader, Itala, and organised their own group; The Sith Order, which Tholuem joined after TSC...
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[c]Tholuem woke up and found himself surrounded by the people that had been with him for quite a while now, people he considered friends now and they would this time not leave him like all the others. He was laying on a bed, and 10 year old Kahn had found him laying on the ground in his room that morning. He had helped him up on his bed, and then had called the others. Now, they were here, not all, some had stuff to do that day, and others had left TSO now, Gav for example, his Master.. As he woke up the Sith looked at him surprised and smiled. Then they started asking Tholuem what had happened and all he could awnser was ‘I’ll tell you all sometime, but not now…’.
From that night, Tholuem didn’t have those dreams anymore, and again, he had no explanation for it. All he could be was happy, since he got his sleep back again…
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OOC: Please tell me what you think! Also; say it if it sucks! lol :)