Tear
Nov 2nd, 2003, 06:29:46 PM
Tear strode leisurely through the courtyard of the imperial base. He was a sharp contrast to his surroundings… short ruffled blonde hair; face smeared with dirt and spattered dried blood. His brown krayt skin jacket shined with the warm light of the sun, hanging open as he walked revealing the blood stained shirt underneath. His pants were just as dirty as the rest of him muddy and covered with spots of blood. His boots crunched softly over the stone tiles in the courtyard as he made his way into the recruitment office of the Imperial Sovereignty.
Several lights and alarms sounded as I stepped through the doorway into the building, instantly two guards turned from their position at the entryway.
“Sir, you may not carry arms within these premises unless you are a commissioned officer or stationed here on guard detail of behalf of imperial security.” The guard said calmly as he looked me over with a slight cringe. “Of which you don’t appear to be either…” he finished.
A grin stretched curved over my lips as I rested my hands on my blasters, both snug in their holsters, hanging low on my hips. “No I’m not either of those, although I am here on the personal request of field marshal Jarek Tchort.” His features jumped from distaste to dumbfounded shock as I handed him the data pad, confirming what I had just said.
“I uh..suh..ehem sorry sir. Please go ahead” The guard fumbled backwards unlocking the security field that had activated on my arrival.
I continued down the hallway trading smiles with the young cadet women as they passed. Even though it seemed their training prohibited mingling with thug looking individual’s such as myself. I approached what looked like the reception desk with various cadets and trainee’s hauling piles of paper and data pads around while talking to small headsets.
Leaning my elbows over the receptionist’s counter I glanced over it to the girl plucking away at a key panel. “Hello?”
“One second sir.” The girl responded, with an annoyed tone of voice.
“Sure no problem, take your time” I Smiled, dangling a slim metallic cylinder of her data display screen. “Oh but when your able I need some forms that a friend requested for me.” I slipped the data pad from my old friend Jarek Tcort toward her. Without saying a word she scooted away and hurriedly came back at a half run with several data pads.
“Here you are sir, when your done just had them back to me and ill do the rest.” The young girls annoyed voice had changed into one of happy compliance.
I nodded as I walked over to some well-furnished seats in the waiting area. Taking a seat near a window I crossed my legs as I set the pads onto my lap and began to fill them out.
Name: Tear Ta’sath
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Homeworld: Uknown
Native Language: Basic Tongue
Foreign Language: Some Iridonian
Appearance
---Height: 5’11
---Weight: 150 Ibs
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: Blonde
---Skin Color: Caucasian
---Other: Iridonian Tatoo’s over some of my body.
Previous History:
Tear sighed softly as the horizontal bar flashed on and off next to the “Previous history” category. His history was so hazy even to himself he couldn’t imagine putting it down onto a data pad. Nevertheless, he would try.(/ooc These are events from other Star wars Rp forums mainly the Star wars Galaxy forums around a year ago)
My memories of my past have always been cloudy. Large events are but a small torch in a sea of fog that I must search out to gain new light of my life. The first torch… Memories of other force users.
I remember running from something I had done. Temples on Mon Calamari into the accepting arms of the of the people there. The vague feeling that they would accept and help me is what drove me to them. I learned later why I felt that way.
I had arrived at a hectic time for the temple. They were on evacuation orders from an incoming imperial attack and were already leaving to a new temple. I had left with them. The new temple was something I had never imagined. A former imperial star destroyer had be refitted and redesigned to house the force users. Its insides had be gutted and reshaped as a temple. I spent several months with the elders as they tried to calm the burning rage within me and focus me in using the force. But I was a rogue. I had no peace. My mind was a shattered mirror casting reflections of my shattered psyche. My emotions were just as shattered and disorganized. I was a chaotic storm tearing my way through what would have been the serene forest of their temple. But they were stuck with me. They could not bring themselves to cast me out or fully take me in. I was an outcast. And the answer to my prayers came in the shape of a woman named Darana, A Mistress of the dark side.
The first time I met her I felt the burning fires of hatred and destruction radiating from her body. I was drawn like a moth to a flame. Ironically enough like the moth I had no idea how deadly the flame was. Darana took me as her apprentice shortly after. We trained and fought alongside each other, searing a path of destruction leaving the fires of misery and dismay in our wake. Several times she entered my mind to try and sooth my shattered soul. She succeeded. I was able to control my alternate personality in time.
Ta’sath, The other side of myself. Fire and rage incarnate. He is my temper, he is my rage, he is my hate, he is destruction in every sense of the word. Darana knew this and because of it, knew that even she couldn’t control someone of that…carelessness. So she pushed him back into the depths of my mind. Where he sits in wait, offering his opinions and thoughts until he can once again rise up from the depths. “A Furious Angel” was what Darana nicknamed him, because often he would save my life through advice and warnings. So he sits in the shadows of my mind…until I need him.
Darana…I will not go into her history and I will leave our history brief. She took me as an apprentice, guiding and training me in the ways of the force. She leaned heavily into the dark side of the force while I tended to remain gray the in between of both light and dark. This did not bother her at all, in fact she embraced the idea and taught me many skills and techniques in the ways of the force. I trained under her for some time and had been with her until recently…
As for my relations to the empi-
“ehem sir?” The receptionist stood in front of me with a small cup that had a rather nice smell coming from it.
“Yes?” I responded, looking up at her
Her face turned red as my eyes lifted to hers and she promptly lowered the glass to me. “This is for you to enjoy as you finish the paper work. Please enjoy.” She scooted off quickly as I took the cup.
I give the hot liquid a sniff. Yummy it was Zorisian tea. I took a careful sip and set it down to my side. “Where were we…”
My relations to the empire…I had been on a mission for Darana to Brentaal for reasons obvious I cant list here. My mission was vastly side tracked by the massive vong incursion and invasion of the planet. To make it brief I found ally’s with the Imperials particular a Major General by the name of Jarek Tchort. We were brothers in arms fighting a common enemy, through that we forged a strong bond and friendship.
So it is with this I propose my application into Imperial intelligence in the department of Special operations.
-Tear.
I stood my back and shoulders cracking as I stretched taking my tea with me as I dropped the data pad onto the counter…
Several lights and alarms sounded as I stepped through the doorway into the building, instantly two guards turned from their position at the entryway.
“Sir, you may not carry arms within these premises unless you are a commissioned officer or stationed here on guard detail of behalf of imperial security.” The guard said calmly as he looked me over with a slight cringe. “Of which you don’t appear to be either…” he finished.
A grin stretched curved over my lips as I rested my hands on my blasters, both snug in their holsters, hanging low on my hips. “No I’m not either of those, although I am here on the personal request of field marshal Jarek Tchort.” His features jumped from distaste to dumbfounded shock as I handed him the data pad, confirming what I had just said.
“I uh..suh..ehem sorry sir. Please go ahead” The guard fumbled backwards unlocking the security field that had activated on my arrival.
I continued down the hallway trading smiles with the young cadet women as they passed. Even though it seemed their training prohibited mingling with thug looking individual’s such as myself. I approached what looked like the reception desk with various cadets and trainee’s hauling piles of paper and data pads around while talking to small headsets.
Leaning my elbows over the receptionist’s counter I glanced over it to the girl plucking away at a key panel. “Hello?”
“One second sir.” The girl responded, with an annoyed tone of voice.
“Sure no problem, take your time” I Smiled, dangling a slim metallic cylinder of her data display screen. “Oh but when your able I need some forms that a friend requested for me.” I slipped the data pad from my old friend Jarek Tcort toward her. Without saying a word she scooted away and hurriedly came back at a half run with several data pads.
“Here you are sir, when your done just had them back to me and ill do the rest.” The young girls annoyed voice had changed into one of happy compliance.
I nodded as I walked over to some well-furnished seats in the waiting area. Taking a seat near a window I crossed my legs as I set the pads onto my lap and began to fill them out.
Name: Tear Ta’sath
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Species: Human
Homeworld: Uknown
Native Language: Basic Tongue
Foreign Language: Some Iridonian
Appearance
---Height: 5’11
---Weight: 150 Ibs
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair/Fur Color: Blonde
---Skin Color: Caucasian
---Other: Iridonian Tatoo’s over some of my body.
Previous History:
Tear sighed softly as the horizontal bar flashed on and off next to the “Previous history” category. His history was so hazy even to himself he couldn’t imagine putting it down onto a data pad. Nevertheless, he would try.(/ooc These are events from other Star wars Rp forums mainly the Star wars Galaxy forums around a year ago)
My memories of my past have always been cloudy. Large events are but a small torch in a sea of fog that I must search out to gain new light of my life. The first torch… Memories of other force users.
I remember running from something I had done. Temples on Mon Calamari into the accepting arms of the of the people there. The vague feeling that they would accept and help me is what drove me to them. I learned later why I felt that way.
I had arrived at a hectic time for the temple. They were on evacuation orders from an incoming imperial attack and were already leaving to a new temple. I had left with them. The new temple was something I had never imagined. A former imperial star destroyer had be refitted and redesigned to house the force users. Its insides had be gutted and reshaped as a temple. I spent several months with the elders as they tried to calm the burning rage within me and focus me in using the force. But I was a rogue. I had no peace. My mind was a shattered mirror casting reflections of my shattered psyche. My emotions were just as shattered and disorganized. I was a chaotic storm tearing my way through what would have been the serene forest of their temple. But they were stuck with me. They could not bring themselves to cast me out or fully take me in. I was an outcast. And the answer to my prayers came in the shape of a woman named Darana, A Mistress of the dark side.
The first time I met her I felt the burning fires of hatred and destruction radiating from her body. I was drawn like a moth to a flame. Ironically enough like the moth I had no idea how deadly the flame was. Darana took me as her apprentice shortly after. We trained and fought alongside each other, searing a path of destruction leaving the fires of misery and dismay in our wake. Several times she entered my mind to try and sooth my shattered soul. She succeeded. I was able to control my alternate personality in time.
Ta’sath, The other side of myself. Fire and rage incarnate. He is my temper, he is my rage, he is my hate, he is destruction in every sense of the word. Darana knew this and because of it, knew that even she couldn’t control someone of that…carelessness. So she pushed him back into the depths of my mind. Where he sits in wait, offering his opinions and thoughts until he can once again rise up from the depths. “A Furious Angel” was what Darana nicknamed him, because often he would save my life through advice and warnings. So he sits in the shadows of my mind…until I need him.
Darana…I will not go into her history and I will leave our history brief. She took me as an apprentice, guiding and training me in the ways of the force. She leaned heavily into the dark side of the force while I tended to remain gray the in between of both light and dark. This did not bother her at all, in fact she embraced the idea and taught me many skills and techniques in the ways of the force. I trained under her for some time and had been with her until recently…
As for my relations to the empi-
“ehem sir?” The receptionist stood in front of me with a small cup that had a rather nice smell coming from it.
“Yes?” I responded, looking up at her
Her face turned red as my eyes lifted to hers and she promptly lowered the glass to me. “This is for you to enjoy as you finish the paper work. Please enjoy.” She scooted off quickly as I took the cup.
I give the hot liquid a sniff. Yummy it was Zorisian tea. I took a careful sip and set it down to my side. “Where were we…”
My relations to the empire…I had been on a mission for Darana to Brentaal for reasons obvious I cant list here. My mission was vastly side tracked by the massive vong incursion and invasion of the planet. To make it brief I found ally’s with the Imperials particular a Major General by the name of Jarek Tchort. We were brothers in arms fighting a common enemy, through that we forged a strong bond and friendship.
So it is with this I propose my application into Imperial intelligence in the department of Special operations.
-Tear.
I stood my back and shoulders cracking as I stretched taking my tea with me as I dropped the data pad onto the counter…