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INFORMATION:
Real Name: Oni'Venereth Ryakzhan Zetsu
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APPEARANCE:
Overcoat: Custom Black Duster Coat
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MARKINGS:
Right Shoulder: Burn Mark
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DL-23 Electro Pulse Pistols
Due to Darksaber's unnusually long life-time which he inherited from a specific trait of the Soirit, he has become quite adapt in a large number of melee fighting techniques. Early in his life Allen had learned the intricate movements and forms of the Ters Ksi fighting style, the patterns of movements based on the hunting characteristics of various sentient beasts throughout the galaxy: Charging Wampa, Rancor Rising, Dancing Dragonsnake, and many more. He had also studied under an ancient fighting style designed by his iniquitous father, Mavilent Zetsu. The art was called "Ryhksazti Dai-Lao" or it's meaning in the Soirit tongue, Wind of Death(Very similiar to Niten Ichi Ryu, actually). Later in his life, after he had embraced the arts of the
Jedi, he had commenced in learning the certain arts of their "Forms." Due to extensive search in the lost techniques, he was able to be taught more .. abandoned styles of fighting. Instead of choosing only one style, he had decided to mix the two he had grown to favor the most. A hybrid style of fighting, consisting of Form VIII: Sokan and Form X: Niman / Jar'Kai. And to this day, he has not forgotten one move, one tactic he had learned in the past... exploiting everying flawless movement to the most of his vital abilities. More recently, he had concentrated on his way to mastering the form of Dun Möch.
The Obelisk:
The "Obelisk" is the name of the race of tiny, microscopic parasitic creatures that course through Darksaber's body (namely his blood, but his entire nervous system and just about everything else) which are able to bleed out through his skin and create what seems to be an opaque, inky second skin - however it would seem as sleek to any who may touch it. While coursing through, or within him it can act as a life support system, or perhaps better definated as a life enhance system. It gives the system assistance against pathogens and other virulent problems that may enter Allen's system. It can also reinforce the physical abilities of a muscle, or structure in Allen's body. When it is formed outside Allen's body, as physical defense armouring (which covers his entire body, outside the skin) and it qualifies as a light armor, but offers the protection of a medium armor. It does not restrict movement at all to take full advantage of the wearer's mobility, speed, and agility. It can form 3 inch sharp "spikes" on itself but at the cost of some protection in that given area of the armor. The armor can shift and reform as needed to reinforce certain areas but at the cost of leaving other's on the body slightly less protected. One dissadvantage of the armor is that the species that shares Darksaber's body as a host has an unnatural hunger for the plasma in one's blood. It drives that hunger out to the host, and thus Allen finds himself thirsting for plasma to feed on (namely the kind found in the blood of sentient beings). Darksaber is completely in control of this hunger, however the armor may be effected if it goes without the crimson fuel. It is able to withstand the bloody kiss of a vibroblade for a certain amount of time, and the armor also has regernative abilities; but should it withstand torment for to long, it takes time for it to heal as well. The Obelisk was behind keeping Darksaber alive for the ages he was in the state of comatose, drifting through the empty vacantness of space. The species used him as a host, and fed protein into his system and other neccessities needed for him to survive for such a length of time.
History:
During the aftermath the soon to be dark warrior of a prince was lead into a royal flagship, the ship taking off out of the dreadful uncharted regions, toward the planet Mavilent wishes to make his new home, the hellish world of the fallen dark lords, the world of Korriban. As they left the near-artificial planet, young Oni looked out the back of his view-port window, to see a huge explosion of fire engulf the bleak world. A look of allmost despair floods his facial features, as he heard his father roar with a triumphant, hidiously insane laughter. They arrive at the hellish planet, the ship having very immense trouble finding a landing spot on the deadly arched ridges of sharp rocks, and the anything but placid hills of seemingly salted farms and such. Eventually they landed, emerging from the hatch of the flag ship. A subconscious warning ran up Mavilent's spine, as suddenly a large pack of pure black, ominous panther-like creatures sprang from the inky, allmost unnatural umbras of darkness surrounding the areas. Mavilent merely took a long healthy breath from the toxinous, sulfur-filled air, reflecting upon it's dreadful beauty as his men were destroyed. With a mere flick of his wrist the creatures were flung into the air, a horrific tearing noise plaguing the air as the creatures were evenly torn in half, their middle, stomachs ripped from the power of Mavilent's manipulation of the force; intestinal track and black, inky blood flowing about on the pitched ground. The ages he spent upon the spiteful planet were one of the most dreadful days the young Zetsu had ever witnessed. During this time, he had come to the conclusion of his life it's own private hell, orchestrated by his sadistic father. He had been taught the large number of battle techniques and combat tactics of their species, learning the root of their insidious matrial art, . He learned a very large variety of melee and ranged combat knowledge, not to mention a bit of the former affairs of their people. Mavilent had constructed a temple-like arch built amongst a shady crypt on the hellish planet, it being their current house of residence. Unbeknownst to either of the malignant duo, this was also the residence to a large number of apparitions of dark lords, of the dark side of the force. This is quite ironic, seeing as the reason Mavilent was so tainted and corrupted was because of the darkside. One of his scouts had traveled to this very planet, bringing back a sith holocron he had discovered. The scout had brought it to Mavilent at once, showing it to no one in the process. Of course Mavilent had killed the scout outright, but was fascinated with the device. He began to learn from it, study under it's teachings. Before long, he was quite the powerful darksider. The sith spirit that had made the holocron revealed himself to Mavilent and his son, seeing overwhelming potential in the both of them. The malicious specter then began to poison their minds, it's virulent venom transforming young Oni'Venereth's innocent, benevolent mind into more so an id; a sole machine producing equally venomous and malevolent ambition.
-Palpatine "The Force is an energy field, fed by all living things. All living things have darkness within them that feeds the dark side of the Force. The universe rages. My own anger can unlock and unleash the anger of the cosmos. From this act flows the power of the dark side." -From The Book of Anger "My Empire was built on the power of the dark side. Without that power, it could not hold together. My own dark will drove the Imperial war machine, and its wheels were lubricated by fear and anger--anger at the Rebellion, and fear of my punishment. But fear, anger, and military might were not enough to hold it all together. Without the dark side, that same fear and anger were enough to tear the Empire apart." -From The Book of Anger "The new technology of destruction is an extremely useful tool for furthering the aims of the dark side. Star Destroyers and Death Stars were viewed by some as tools of political conquest. They missed the point entirely. My vision for the galaxy has always been to fill its uncounted worlds with the emotions that serve the dark side. If a civilization is burned down by the guns of a Star Destroyer, it is gone forever, but if it can be made to fear that destruction, the true power in the galaxy grows ever stronger." -From The Book of Anger "Betrayal is capable of provoking an explosive outpouring of anger, but the Final Order cannot tolerate it, or its consequences. When the Dark Empire is complete, the followers of the dark side will share my power of being able to observe each other. Betrayal will no longer be practical. Only with this basic cooperation can the order of Dark Jedi attempt the next task, the conquering of the entire galaxy, and then, in the distant future, other galaxies..." -From The Book of Anger "When rage leads directly to results, a sense of the omnipotence of expressed rage grows. Vader felt this sense of power, but he and I did not use it in the same way. I have truly learned to control my anger, while Vader could only partially control his. Like a berserker, he always struck out with his rage, but I am like a furnace. My rage burns deep within, contained and concentrated. Mine was ever the greater strength, for this reason. Many of my enemies were fooled by my apparent lack of defenses. But rage, focused within and controlled, is a devastating weapon that can be used at any time, and without warning." -From The Book of Anger "Anger, concentrated by will in the vital center of the body creates a portal through which vast energies are released--the energies of the dark side of the Force. Standing watch with the mind, in my meditation of anger, I have slain my enemies from great distances, through the dark side power that permeates the galaxy. I have created lightening and unleashed its destructive fire. Using this knowledge, I can unleash the dark side energies that are all around us, even to shatter the fabric of space itself. In this way, I have created storms." -From The Book of Anger |
Slipknot
I push my fingers into my eyes...
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache...
But it's made of all the things I have to take...
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside...
If the pain goes on...
Aaaaaaaah!
I have screamed until my veins collapsed
I've waited last, my time's elapsed
Now, All I do is live with so much fate
I've wished for this, I've bitched at that
I've left behind this little fact:
You cannot kill what you did not create
I've gotta say what I've gotta say
And then I swear I'll go away
But I can't promise you'll enjoy the noise
I guess I'll save the best for last
My future seems like on big past
You'll live with me 'cause you left me no choice
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!
Pull me back together
Or separate the skin from the bone
Leave me all the Pieces, and then you can leave me
alone
Tell me the reality is better than dream
But I found out the hard way,
Nothing is what it seems!
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the thing I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!
All I've got...all I've got is insane...
All I've got...all I've got is insane...
All I've got...all I've got is insane!
All I've got...all I've got is insane!
I push my fingers into my eyes
It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache
But it's made of all the thing I have to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works it's way inside
If the pain goes on,
I'm not gonna make it!
