ZAMBRANO, Nathan (Dark Jedi)

[NATHAN ZAMBRANO]

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Play-By: Joey Jordison Name: Nathan Zambrano Nicknames: Infinitous Age: 46 Sex: Male Species: Epicanthix Home World: Panatha (Raised on Alderaan) Faction: Dark Jedi/CIS Title: Lord Infinitous Specialization: Assassin Rank: N/A Hair: His hair is black and runs all the way down the length of his black. His hair is never kept straight or neat. Eyes: Normally his eyes are a dark emerald green, but when angry or concentrating his Dark Side powers, they blaze a bright yellow/reddish tint. Body Shape: Rather muscular, well built with overpowering strength in mind. Height: 2.13 Meters Weight: 215 lbs Scars, Piercings, Tattoos: Nathan has quite a few dozen scars crisscrossing his arms and torso brought on from his survival on Vendaxa. He also has one large slash scar diagonally across his entire back. Given to him in a duel with his brother Zamiel. Languages: Basic, Huttese Clothing and Armor: He normally wears a dark gray tunic crisscrossed with belts and buckles, and black pants with two sets of belts, one crossing his groin area, the other crossing his waist normally. His boots rise up to his shin and are covering with studs, they also have steel toes. He’d also wear a heavy cloak around him that parts in the front right at his thighs and shows his legs and boots. The rim of the cloak can be pulled up to cover his face, from the nose down, leaving his long black hair showing and allowing it to flow freely. His cybernetic arm has a few treats as well, having a built in comlink, and a compartment for his shoto-saber, which can be flicked open easily allowing for easy access. On other times he would wear a hood with his mask to conceal his identity, also adding in a set of dark tinted goggles to complete the ensemble. Weaponry: Nathan has a pair of lightsabers, each one very unique and different from one another. His first lightsaber has a normal 8 inch long hilt, adorned with a few skull markings and emblems across the length of the hilt. Near the emitter is a trio of spikes that extend from the hilt upward to become parallel with the energy beam. These spikes can also be used as a bludgeoning weapon if the need be. For his other lightsaber, it is a much smaller Shoto saber, with a hilt length of 4 inches. This blade is rather plain, with the real thing being the hooking mechanism at the base of the hilt, opposite of the emitter. What Nathan can do is hook both blades together to create a Double bladed lightsaber, and is a Master of both Jar'kai and Double bladed combat, making him extremely deadly. Resources: Nathan has a custom Dianoga-class assault starfighter dubbed, Spineripper. In addition to it's normal armament of two frontal laser cannons and an ion cannon, it also includes two light mounted swivling blaster cannons on each side of the cockpit. Controlled remotely, the cannons can auto-target and fire on spacecrafts to the sides and behind the fighter, allowing for Nathan to fire on targets when they leave the range of his frontal laser cannons. With this it also has an added Proton torpedo launcher in the front of the ship, the launcher has two missiles. Nathan also has his deceased master Benedictus's estate on Thyferra. It serves as his wayward retreat and a place to hide after a mission goes sour. Only few are allowed to visit the Dark Jedi Master, such as Count Dooku and Durge. The Estate also serves as a small academy for new recruits to Dooku's Dark Jedi, with Nathan as one of it's teachers. Other than those Nathan also has a rather large sum of wealth, once again obtained since the death of his master, which Nathan barely uses. When he does, it's spent on abstract trinkets and other oddities, and only once was it used for a good purpose, which was some upgraded defense security systems for the Estate. Appearance: Long thick black hair drapes down to his lower back, usually unkept and wild. His body is covered with scars from dozens of battles, and half of his left arm is cybernetic, lost to his traitorous brother when he was 35 years old. His face is rugged and his features are sharp, his mouth is always curled in a deep frown. His eyes are a dark emerald green and can shine a dark yellow green when Nathan is filled with rage and unleashing his dark side powers on his foes. His body is well toned and muscular, and is usually a very chalky pale thanks to his immersion in the dark side... and the fact he doesn't really get much sun. He doesn't really keep himself really, usually wearing the same clothes for days as he trains and goes on specific missions for Count Dooku. When he does shower it's usually once a month. Along with his stated clothing, Nathan can be quite the sight to behold, a monster in both saber combat and the force. Truly most must be cautious when dealing with him, for who knows what he could do. Strengths: -Saber mastery: Nathan is mastered in quite a few varying lightsaber forms such as Djem So and Jar'kai. Allowing him to easily overpower opoonents by switching back and forth between forms. It allows him to surprise his opponents, his most surprising tactic is forming his sabers together to go from Jar'kai to double bladed saber combat. -Force affinity: He is also extremely attuned with the force, being able to push and pull objects with relative ease. He can also fire lightning from his fingers towards his opponents, and indulge on the dark side reserves within him to cause him to go into a rage, becoming a whirlwind of the dark side. He is also able to jump and sprint higher and faster than a normal being, allowing him to be rather acrobatic in combat, even though he does not practice Ataru. -Intimidating apperance: Nathan's apperance is less than welcoming. He's a over two meter tall man with long black hair and pitch black attire, he has a menacing glare in his eye and a hateful scowl across his face. -Merciless: Nathan has no remorse or affection towards anyone, they are all simple pawns to be tossed aside, or a mild hinderance to be crushed underfoot. He can and will destroy anything or anyone who dares cross his path, none usually live to tell the tale of the long haired Dark Jedi. Weaknesses: -Arrogent: Nathan, like many Dark sider users, can be extremely arrogent at times. The power he has obtained over the years has given him the mindset that he is superior to others, and can quickly underestimate his opponents. -Overzealousness: Nathan can sometimes become utterly intoxicated with the high of battle. He will drink from it and become an utter animal, which does have it advantages of him becoming stronger, but it also leads him to become sloppy and unrefined. This is more of a liability than anything, and has caused him some major setbacks. -Cowardice: Contrary to what some believe, Nathan is a coward. During battles when he is winning he is confident and unafraid, yet when the tide turns against him and things are going to utter shit, he'll hightail it and run. He'd rather risk the lives of his comrades then his own, and will do anything for self preservation. -Doesn't work well with others: Nathan doesn't really like to have others accomplice him, boasting that he can do the greatest of tasks single handedly, which of course he can barely do sometimes. Deep inside he accepts their help, but is too prideful to admit it, and continues with the masculine 'Solo-guy' facade. -Doesn't know the concept of subtly: Nathan isn't subtle at all. When you put him in a infiltration job, he'll botch it up and manage to kill everyone while alerting a whole platoon of soldiers. Althought he could easily manage that, it makes the mission longer and more complicated than it should be. Goals: Attaining greater Power: For Nathan, power is the greatest thing in the Universe. Without power, you are nothing but a sniveling parasite at the bottom of the food chain, with Power, you are the most powerful and feared entity every thought of. Nathan tries desperately to gain any power he can, no matter the cost or the consequences. Sating his bloodlust: Nathan is an animal. He lives on the drive and lust for killing and destruction, and spreads chaos whenever he can. Such as a measly killing, or to something more widespread and fear inducing. Killing his sibling: After Nathan slew his brother Zamiel, there was only one left who left a scar on his mind, his other brother Zachary. So Nathan joined with the Confederacy and the Dark Jedi and Sith in hopes of meeting his brother in glorious combat on the battlefield, and once the final moment comes, Nathan would strike down his brother without hesitation. Fears: Losing his power: Nathan is absolutely terrified of losing his manipulation of the force and his strength. To lose that is to lose everything, and without everything you are nothing, just another miserable piece of shit forced into existence by the cruel fact of life. If he did lose his power, Nathan would probably commit suicide just to end the misery before it began. Premature Death: What this means is that Nathan has no intention of dying at this moment, and if he comes close to it he would become desperate. When he is backed into a corner with no hope of escape he would do whatever he could to escape that predicament, because remember… there is nothing more dangerous than a cornered animal. Personality: Nathan is a violent, cynical, and nihilistic person. He believes in nothing and cares for nothing. He thinks that life is one vicious and meaningless cycle. You’re birthed, you grow, you reproduce, you grow, and then you die, over and over and over again. He’s grown accustom to this cycle of life, and has come to the conclusion that human (and in turn every other sentient life), is meaningless and has no value. So he wouldn’t think twice in murdering children, adults, and the elderly alike, he just wouldn’t give a damn what happened or how it happened. Although he does not care for live, he does enjoy some of its pleasures, such as sex and other debauchery, and he has quite the fetish for Torgrutas. Of course he’s also strong-headed and arrogant, a typical Dark sider trait, which he knows full well is what many others of his ilk thinks, but again, he doesn’t care. Nathan also has a great distaste for the Sith and the Jedi, and laughs at the pitiful, meaningless wars they rage just to prove which side is right. In his eyes, there are no good, no evil… only power. He doesn’t really work well with others, preferring to go solo and do his own things. He sees people who try to aid him in tasks as liabilities and just more entities to hold him back from exerting his true potential. For his sick, sadistic pleasure, he’d put his allies in risk just to see what would happen, and even turn on them completely. Although besides this he is not an entirely unloyal person, he respects those with power, such as the wealthy Count Dooku. Truly a monster in combat and a terror to behold, Nathan uses shock and awe to frighten some of his opponents into submission before bringing forth the final blow. Sometimes he even prolongs his victim’s suffering until he has gotten bored or the victim, and even then the final killing is slow and gruesome. History: The Epicanthix known as Nathan Zambrano was born on the planet Panatha in the year 68 BBY along with his other two brothers, Jarex and Zachary. His parents were highly wanted Terrorists and drug addicts, and planned to kill the triplets because they didn’t want them, and didn’t care for them. Yet they were stopped when Local militia troopers raiding their compound and killed them, the brothers were the only survivors, and the Militia soldiers decided to take them back with them, they couldn’t just leave three helpless infant there. So they took him back to their Outpost on Panatha where they came under the care of the Chief Medic, Shyla, an eager young twenty year old female Human. The brothers lived and helped her with her work for five years on Panatha, before they moved offworld with her to the distant world of Alderaan, where Shyla originated from. She still had a family there, and she moved back in with them to help raise the Epicanthix triplets. A few months passed and all three were on the verge of turning six, when during a physical for all three, they discovered that all of them had an above average midichlorian count. It was very very odd to see triplets have the affinity for the force, and Shlya thought they should give them to the local Jedi Watchers, so they could become part of the Jedi Order, defenders of the peace. So the family handed them over to the Jedi, who in turn took them to Coruscant and began to train them in the ways of the Jedi, such as how to wield a lightsaber and bring out the force potential within. As well as more general things such as History, math and all those things needed for basic education. They were all shuffled into different classes, which didn’t settle well with Nathan, who had learned to depend on the companionship of his siblings. He didn’t fit in well with the others, and didn’t talk or really interacted with them, he just kind’ve did his own thing and shuffled off to the corner. The teachers tried to help him become more friendly and social with the other younglings, but he just wouldn’t have it. He wanted to spend more time with his siblings, who unlike him, were getting along with others and making friends. As the years passed Nathan continued to alienate himself from the others, becoming somewhat of a loner and an outcast. He was coming along with his training rather well, but his social skills… were poor at best, he barely talked, and when he did it was too his brothers who he seldom saw. As he reached the age of nine he began to resent his other classmates, but didn’t speak about it openly with anyone, not even his brothers. As the years went on and he turned 12, it was obvious to the Jedi Masters that Nathan would not make it out as a Jedi, he had some problems with others. During the past few months he’d been lashing out at students and teachers alike, his pent up anger and depression slowly coming out, and the Jedi knew what to do. As he turned 13, no master had accepted him and along with his disciplinary problems it was decided he would be shipped off to the Corps. For his more prominent knowledge in the field of Medicine, he was shipped off with the MedCorps, and was taken to the planet Carida. There he helped the Local Caridans in healing and mending wounded tribesmen and gathering herbs to create new Medicine. He hated it… he hated the MedCorps… he hated the Caridans and most of all he loathed the Jedi for abandoning him here. For two years he held up that anger and resentment for everything within him, pushing it down and down within him, until finally the day came when he snapped. At the age of 15 it happened, he was constantly being pestered and nagged on by his superiors in the Corps. They wanted him to do this and that, that and this, and he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t take the stress of life, the stress of all this bullsh*t. Finally he wheeled on the crowd of superiors, and the anger and sadness within erupted forth, manifesting itself as a scream of pure force that violently tore through them, throwing them back against the opposite building. Four of them broke their necks against the stone wall, the others suffered broken legs and arms and a few cracked ribs, but Nathan’s anger was still there, and he wasn’t done with them yet… He stalked towards the twitching and writhing men and woman, and with a surgical scalpel in hand, he began to torture them. Slowly dissecting them as the sudden wave of dark side overcame him, making him do things he wouldn’t consciously do. He killed them all slowly one by one, and as quickly as the event transpired Nathan fled the scene. He ran as hard as he could, harder than he’d ever done before. Blood coated his hands and chest, staining his shirt and dripping down onto pants. He finally stopped when his legs began to burn with pain, and he collapsed down onto the soft grass. His breathing was labored and heavy, his chest hurt, his legs hurt, yet… he felt… good? Yeah he felt really good, better than he had in years. His heart pounded with excitement, killing those people made him feel good… and that shout, how did he do that? Nathan sat up and pondered, and tried to recreate it a few times, but to no avail. He pondered for a few moments while his strength returned, and began to head in the direction he was heading, knowing sooner or later he’d run into some sort of village or city. In the end he was right, he turned around a bend in the forest and saw the outskirts of a city. Knowing full well he’d be questioned for why he had so much dried blood on his hands and shirt, he waiting along the roadside for someone to pass, and soon enough one did. It was a human male with an AgriCorps jacket on, and when he came close to Nathan’s position, he struck. Nathan leaped out of the bushes and slammed a large stone into the boy’s head, and dragged him quickly back into the bushes, where he continued to slam the rock into the boy’s face till he died. Of course blood did leak onto the clothes, but it was still fresh and Nathan washed it off in a nearby stream. Quickly switching clothes, he left the naked corpse in the bushes and nonchalantly walked into town, his heart pounding with an un-natural excitement from the murder. He quickly toured around the town, looking for a spaceport till he found one, or what passed for one. It was basically a small landing pad with a single ship on it, a freighter of some sort. It had the AgriCorps symbol on it, so Nathan just bunched up his shoulders and tried to look like a person from AgriCorps, and snuck on in. Once inside he quickly found a way into the Cargo hold and quickly pried off a grate into the ventilation system, and squeezed on in, and closed the grate behind him. He didn’t move from that spot even after the ship took off, not wanting to take any chances of being found by the crewmembers. Soon he drifted off to sleep in the duct, and awoke suddenly when someone was flashing a very bright flashlight into his face. It was the ship’s mechanic, who apparently found him when he was checking out the Cargo bay. Too tired to think or really fight back, Nathan let himself be taken up to the other crew members, who decided to let him stay till they got to their destination, Alderaan. Nathan instantly came fully awake at the mention of that word, and he knew exactly what he would do when they landed. He still remembered where Shyla lived… if she still lived there at all. So while he was confined to someone’s quarters till they got there, he contemplated and thought this over, and began to unwind and fully grasp what he had done. He had killed a total of eight people over the course of five hours… and during that night he wept as sadness once began to overtake him, he really didn’t mean to kill him, something just took over him. Something he couldn’t quite control or understand yet. In a few days the freighter arrived at Alderaan, and prepared to set down in a nearby city. Of course Nathan had no intention of staying with the crew of the ship, but he would bid his time with them for a few moments more, just till he knew he had a clear shot of getting away safely. They led Nathan out of the ship and onto the landing pad, where Nathan saw his chance to escape. Using what force he learned in the Temple, he tossed a crate back at the crew-members, and as they became preoccupied with the medium sized box slamming into all of them, he quickly bolted towards the forest. He didn’t look back at them but he could hear them screaming and cursing madly as Nathan as he disappeared from sight. Nathan began to sprint through the forest, the landscape becoming more and more recognizable as he neared his childhood home. Finally it came into sight, it wasn’t really anything spectacular, just a nice medium sized house out in the country, but it was his home. He walked to the door and knocked loudly, and after a few moments an older Shyla opened the door, and look of surprise on her face made Nathan run up and hug her deeply. Shyla didn’t know really how to react, but she still allowed him entrance. There Nathan spilled everything he’d done over the past few days, his transfer to the Corps, the killings, the stowing away on a freighter, and his arrival here. Shyla was horrified and somewhat terrified, she didn’t know what had come of the little boy she raised, but knew she had to turn him in. So when he fell asleep later that night, she contacted the local Jedi Watchers to come and apprehend him. Nathan slept soundly until right when the moment the Jedi arrived he snapped wide awake as the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach began to overtake him once again. He waited in his room as he could feel them coming closer, two Jedi Knights they were, one male and one female. As they opened the door and slowly walked in, Nathan pounced on them from his perch on the far wall, knocking the female to the ground while the male wheel back and placed his hand on his saber, warning Nathan to get off of his comrade. Nathan did take control of his emotions and restrained himself. The Jedi took Nathan and began to take him out from the house, Shyla followed closely behind. When they left the house the Jedi suddenly tensed up, and activated their lightsabers, tossing Nathan to Shyla for protection. Suddenly a darkly clad figured leaped down from the roof and activated a dark crimson saber, and began to battle the two Jedi Watchman. The two Jedi fought valiantly, but in the end they were quickly slain by the Dark figure, who wheeled onto Shyla and Nathan. Shyla was absolutely terrified and backed up against the wall behind them, Nathan however didn’t move from his spot, a puzzled look upon his face. The man chuckled at Nathan and quickly closed the distance between him and Shyla, and decapitated her with a quick slash of his blade. Nathan looked down at her corpse, a few tears running down his face, yet he did not utter a cry or a whimper. He looked back to the imposing figure now turning on him, but instead of cutting him down like he did with the others, the man extended his hand… and patted Nathan on the head gently. Nathan looked up at the man, who removed his cowl to reveal a elderly man with a graying beard, the an introduced himself as Lord Benedictus. He said he felt the dark potential locked away within Nathan, and wanted to take him as his apprentice. Nathan felt uncertain… the Jedi had abandoned him, what if Benedictus did as well? Benedictus seemed to sense the lad’s thoughts, and assured him that he would not fail Nathan like the Jedi had done. No, he would show Nathan not the ways of Peace of Tranquility, he would show him the way of strength, of power. Nathan contimplated this over, his emotions spinning, clouding his judgement, but in the end Nathan accepted Beneductus' offer. Benedictus smiled and was pleased with Nathan's answer, and swept him away to his Shuttle, which was docked in the nearby City Starport. After a few quick adjustments and flight checks, Benedictus' ship, dubbed the Evil's Brilliance blasted off from Alderaan and headed into the far wide unknown. The Evil's Brilliance exited hyperspace over the planet of Thyferra. The shuttle skimmed across the planet's lower atmosphere and then settled down on a small landing pad connected to a rather luxuorious estate. Benedictus led the teenage Nathan out from the shuttle and out into the Courtyard from the landing pad. Benedictus explained his home and how he obtained it, Benedictus was the son of wealthy land owners on Thyferra, and thus obtained the house when they mysteriously died and the fortune went to him. So now he lives here and now so does Nathan as Benedictus' Dark apprentice. Benedictus explained what he would teach the young Nathan, and showed example of his powers, such as producing lightning from his fingertips. Nathan asked who had taught Benedictus all these powers, Benedictus simply said another like him who was long gone and dead now. Nathan seemed to accept that and bowed before his new Master, who commanded him to rise. Benedictus told Nathan that a servant inside would take him to his own chambers, and after a good night's rest the training would begin early in the morning. Nathan nodded and headed inside, where he was overwhelmed by the fanciness and rather largeness of the Estate. He was used to living in small places, besides the Jedi Temple of course. He had never been in such a lavished home, and was really speechless. A maid quickly approached him and hurried him upstairs, where after a shower and a change of attire, he was taken to his chamber on the second floor. The room was rather magnificent, with a large ceiling and expensive furniture. Nathan took it all in, and after a moment he flopped down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep, the fatigue of all of the recent events catching up with him. Benedictus woke Nathan up in the early morning, not even the sun has rosen, and Nathan was rather groggy and tired. Benedictus led Nathan back out into the courtyard, the stench of the nearby woods and dew clung heavily to the air. Benedictus stopped in the center of the courtyard, and flung off his cloak, revealing a bare, yet muscular chest. The only piece of clothing Benedictus wore was the heavy cloth pants and boots, to his hip were two lightsabers. Unclipping one, Benedictus tossed it to Nathan, who caught it in his hand. Benedictus explained that these were training sabers, as he wanted to assess what Nathan had learned before Benedictus found him. Nathan nodded and activated the blade, and took a clumsy stance of Shii-cho. Benedictus unclipped his saber and activated it, but stayed as he was, blade pointed towards the ground. Nathan narrowed his eyes and attacked, with each strike however Benedictus easily parried. Nathan attacked again, but his attack was easily parried, yet Nathan did not quit. For what seemed like an eternity he continued to attack Benedictus, thick beads of sweat rolling down his face, yet Benedictus hasn't even broken a single sweat yet. Finally Nathan collapsed from exhaustion, and Benedictus smiled and deactivated his saber. He told Nathan that he had potential within him, yet it was unrefined and sloppy. Nathan nodded as he was too tried to speak, and Benedictus told him that the training ahead would be grueling, but if Nathan endured, he would become more powerful than any Jedi. Nathan smiled at that prospect as the darkness within awakened and he forced himself up to his feet. Benedictus smiled again as Nathan fully pledged himself to his teachings, and soon Nathan would become the ultimate warrior. The training started again tomorrow, and with each following week it became more challenged and difficult. Benedictus taught Nathan more on the basic form of Shii-cho, and of the aggressive style of Djem So. Weeks turned into months, and before you knew it a full year has passed and Nathan turned 18, with his 17th birthday being the day he joined Benedictus. His training was coming along rather well, and during that standard year he had not cut his hair once, it now falling down to his neck. With each day the Darkness within Nathan grew and grew, his form becoming more precise, his mastery of the force growing as Benedictus taught him new abilities and helped him improve on his known ones. They trained in the rain and the heat, no weather would hinder a training session, and often Nathan would be drenched to the bone or have sunburn from the constant training. Of course it was a small price to pay for how powerful he was becoming. Months still passed as he continued his gruff training, his skill in Shii-cho reaching near master level as he excelled in Djem So, and even began to learn how to fire minor bolts of electricity from his fingers tip. Of course they did not do much, but it was a start. He soon turned 19 and his training continued unhindered. Soon days turned into months, and in turn turned into years, and in even further turned into a decade. At the age of 29 Nathan was a master in Shii-cho and Djem So, his force skills were rather expert, and he had begun to learn the complicated form of Jar'kai, even going to construct a pair of lightsabers just for himself. The first lightsaber was a normal sized one, 8 inches in length with nothing really flashy on it. Nathan didn't need any material things, he just needed power, and he craved it from his master Benedictus. His second was a shorter shoto saber, at 4 inches it length it could easily be held in his left hand to compliment the form of Jar'kai better than a second normal sized saber. With both of these sabers he could easily practice the form of Jar'kai with expert, fluid movements. Of course he was not a Master in this, the two sabers just made it easier to practice and improve on it, althought he was learning rather quickly. As Nathan's 30th birthday approached Benedictus and Nathan traveled to the Expansion Region world known as Vendaxa. There Benedictus planned to truly test Nathan's ability, and Benedictus dropped Nathan off in a nearby clearing. Benedictus told Nathan that he had to survive for two standard weeks, with nothing but his clothes and his two lightsabers. He would have to find his own food and water, and Benedictus would be monitoring his progress via a locating beacon on Nathan. Nathan turned around to the thick forest, and when he looked back the shuttle was already disappearing through the clouds. Steading himself, Nathan turned back to the forest, and rushed in. Nathan lunged and bounded through the thick brush, branches and thorn bushes scrapping against his armor as he did. This did not slow his speed one bit, he was acustom to pain now, it was apart of him now. He entered another clearing and stopped suddenly, he could sense something moving beyond the opposite tree line. He slowly reached for his sabers and unhooked them from his belt, but before he could activate them a massive Acklay erupted from the forest and rushed towards Nathan. Nathan quickly activated his sabers and rolled out of the charging behemoth. The creature tried to slow it's charge yet it was slow to turn, which gave Nathan plently of time to take the offensive and leap at it's back foreleg, and send his twin blades deep into the beast's flesh. The Acklay howled in rage and kicked out with it's large pincers knocking the offending Dark Jedi away. Nathan flew out and rolled across the ground as the impact from the acklay shook him to his core. The Acklay turned around quicker this time, and began to charge at Nathan, attempting to spear him with it's claws. Nathan managed to barely avoid the incoming claw and sent his saber through the acklay's claw, severing it completely. The beast squeeled and wheeled back, Nathan was quickly back on it, stabbing and hacking away at it's armored body. Nathan finally slew the beast after severing it's crested head from it's body, and bathed in it's thick blood. That was his first victory, but he could not celebrate now, for even then he could sense more approaching. He steeled himself for the battle ahead, and as the evening descended into night, the sounds of battle and bloodshed could be heard throughout the forest. During the morning hours Nathan had slain a total of three other Acklays, and his body ached with pain from the onslaught, as his clothes were torn and bloodied. The two weeks passed with Nathan continuing to survive the wretched wildlife of Vendaxa, plus the harsh weather that insued. Benedictus was impressed that Nathan had survived so long, not many could survive a few days down there. Nathan took no heed to Benedictus' praise, what he instead was taking interest in was his master's slowly failing shell. He could see the less than fluid movements, the slow movement, all signs of age and failing strength. An idea formed in his mind, and Nathan decided he would destroy his master when he had the chance, for he was already far stronger than Benedictus, but he wanted to bid his time. Benedictus took his apprentice back to his Estate on Thyferra, where Nathan continued to train and go on small meaningless errands for his master, such as an assassination of a local politician on Iridonia. Small things were beneath Nathan, but he did them none the less, to keep Benedictus in the state of that he controlled the Epicanthix warrior. One of the many things Nathan began to learn anew was the ability to wield and correctly use a double bladed lightsaber, and ancient weapon design not seen for quite a few years. Benedictus himself happened to have detailed guides on their construction and techniques, but he himself had never seemed interested. Nathan however jumped at the prospect of learning such a tactic. So Nathan delved into the tomes and scripts, and managed to construct his two sabers to be able to connect to form a blade, one blade of crimson, the other blue. Combined with his form of Jar'kai and his new form, he had constructed a fighting technique in which he could easily switch from two blades to one with a hard twist of both hilts in the opposite directions. Benedictus watched his growing apprentice with much interest, and with a small hint of fear and paranoia. It was common for dark siders to betray one another, history has shown this for thousands of years. Nathan also noticed the subtle change in Benedictus' outlook of him, and took note that the time to strike was approaching faster than expected. The time came five standard years later when Nathan had nearly perfected his new form at the age of 35. Benedictus had learned of a Jedi Master coming to Thyferra on an tip that there was some amiss, jeopardizing Benedictus and Nathan. This Jedi Master had to be dealt with accordingly, so Benedictus and Nathan decided it would be best to fight him at once, and overwhelm him. The dark duo traveled over the planet, until finally they discovered the Dark Jedi near their own estate, getting closer to them with each passing moment. The duo confronted the Jedi Master in a small clearing near the Estate, and without words the showdown commenced. Benedictus using the defensive form of Soresu while Nathan decided to give his double bladed combat a test drive, and unvieled his saber staff, activating the twin blades. The Jedi Master removed his hood to reveal a near-human male with short cut black hair, and Nathan instantly recognized the face and the eyes from his childhood. Nathan uttered a single word aloud, "Zamiel", the Jedi stared at Nathan for along time before uttering his name as well. The two stared down before Benedictus began the attack, Nathan folliowing closely behind. Benedictus attacked high against Zamiel, but Zamiel was quicker and easily blocked the attack. This time is when Nathan decided to strike, and with a fluid twist shoved the crimson blade of his saber through Benedictus' back. Benedictus died instantly from the attack, the saber ripping through his heart. Nathan tossed the corpse aside and initiated a furious assault against Zamiel. Zamiel was forced to fall back, the fluid and unpredictable movements of Nathan's attacks was unseen and unorthodox. Nathan smiled darkly as they traded blows the air becoming thick with the stench of sweat and the sound of clashing sabers. The battle seemingly lasted forever till Zamiel got through Nathan's impressive defense and got a clean swipe to Nathan's left arm. The blade went clean through and Nathan's arm, severed at the elbow, flopped awkwardly to the ground. Nathan screamed in agony and with a quick burst of strength tossed his saber staff at Zamiel. His brother was not ready for such a counter-attack, and was slow to defend. The crimson blade sliced through the hilt of his blade and slammed into Zamiel's chest, slicing him from shoulder to hip. Zamiel's halved corpse tumbled to the ground as Nathan stared ahead, his head spinning as he looked back to his severed arm. Nathan slowly rose to his feet and brought his blade to his hand with a flick of his wrist, and quickly left both corpses where they layed. He quickly made his back to the Estate, where the medical droids and servants managed to outfix his arm with a prototype cybernetic arm from Benedictus' vault of various trinkets. It was outfitted with a small slot for Nathan's shotosaber, and with a commlink so he could contact whomever he wished at will. Of course with this new arm he would be unable to produce Force Lightning from both hands, but he could still fire it from his right hand. The newly master-less Nathan took quick control of the Estate, having all of Benedictus' assets wired to him with the help of his servants, and became the new Lord of the Estate, dubbing himself Lord Infinitous. During this period in time Nathan continued to improve his powers and abilities, being able to control the force even with his cybernetic arm. He was abit clumsy at first, but got the hang of having an artificial arm, but he found it not as a crutch, but as an asset. With this new arm he could crush objects in his hand, something he couldn't do normally with his organic hand, and the quick release of his shotosaber could surprise many enemies. Over the course of the next decade Nathan would continue to improve and improve as the Galaxy tensed for what would become one of the biggest conflicts it had ever experienced. On the eve of this War, a man by the name of Lord Tyrannus came before Nathan and offered him a place in an organization known as the Confederacy of Independant Systems, who waged war against the Republic. Swayed by his charisma and knowledge, Nathan eagerly accepted, and became another one of the powerful Dark Jedi under Tyrannus. Leading a few wanna-be acolytes back to Thyferra to train them in secret from the Republic in his estate. Now Nathan awaits word from the Dark Lord, waiting for the moment to truly strike against his enemies, the corrupted Republic, and the peaceful Jedi Knights... Years of Training: Jedi Youngling Years: 8 Years Dark Jedi training (w/ Master): 18 Years Dark Jedi training (w/o Master): 10 Years Lightsaber Forms: Djem So: Master Shii-Cho: Master Jar’kai: Master Doubled Bladed Lightsaber combat: Master Force Powers: Core Powers: Master Force Jump: Expert Force Speed: Expert Force Lightning: Expert Force Destruction: Expert Force Rage: Expert Force Scream: Acolyte Lightsaber Color: Normal Lightsaber: Crimson Shoto Lightsaber: Blue Lightsaber Modifications: Nathan has both of his lightsabers modified to link together at the hilts to form a Lightsaber Staff (Double bladed lightsaber), this is an easy way for him to switch from Jar’kai to his Double bladed style easily and throw off his opponents. Name: Jesse Steinmetz Age: 17 Sex: Male Years of RP: 7 Years Activity: Whenever I can, mostly everyday. Where Did You Find Us: Saw you advertise on SWU. RP Sample: Check it! OH, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY DUCK DUCK'S NOT A GOOSE

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