Heat

Incarceron [Sandbox Cyberpunk]

<Name:/> Derrick Noel
<Nickname(s):/> Dee
<Gender:/> Male
<Age:/> 24

<Occupation:/> Drug dealer
<District:/> 16

<Height:/> 6'1
<Weight:/> 155 lbs

<Appearance:/>


Derrick is a lean man, while not an athletic freak he does like to keep himself in shape. He tends to dress conservatively, with an aim to keep a low profile. The only distinguishable feature on him is the half sleeve tattoo on his left arm, which he usually keeps it covered.

<Personality:/>
Utterly driven by success, Derrick isn't afraid to leave others in the dust in order to accomplish his own goals. He knows that in his occupation you'll either end up at the top or dead, death is the last thing he wants. He's always thinking ahead, always planning whenever the opportunity arises. He is quite paranoid and doesn't trust anyone but himself and a select few within his inner circle that have earned his trust. He adores making money and when not dealing can be found in clubs drinking or partying.

<Biography:/>
Derrick was born in District 16 and has lived there his whole life. An only child of two hard working, low class parents, he was a poor student in school, it wasn't that he was stupid, it was just that he never had any interest in learning in a school setting. His father died shortly after his fifteenth birthday in a work related accident. His mother was heartbroken and never the same after it.

Derrick was never that close to his dad, but was still saddened by his death. Actual jobs were hard to come by in 16, so he started dealing drugs while nearing the end of school. He started off small and easy, the less in demand stuff that wasn't as likely to get you shot over. He showed a finesse in his work, after graduating school near the bottom of his class he focused full time on his occupation. His mother married another man and left Derrick who was at the time living with a girlfriend. He hasn't seen his mother since then, and doesn't want to see her.

In the years since then he has managed to get a solid life for himself, he's made enough money to afford a decent but cheap apartment as well as the necessities in life. It isn't enough for him though, he wants to make enough where he doesn't have to every worry about money again.

<Other:/>
N/A

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 1: 21:30 - 21:45 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~

The Imperial shuttle glided into the hangar gracefully, then carefully landed inside. A moment later the large door on the back of the ship lowered, as a single figure stood inside. Three soldiers had entered the hangar, as their boots clanked against the steel floor, each one with blaster rifles clenched in their armored hands. One of the soldiers, the highest ranked one moved away from the others as the door lowered. The two behind him had each went down to a knee as the figure inside the shuttle walked down towards them, every step as graceful as the one before it.

"My lord, welcome to the Kaggath. We've been expecting you." The single standing soldier said, then too followed suite and dropped to one knee.

"Please, call me Lady Lansha." Vivithe replied, a smile on her hooded face as spoke, her alluring brown eyes staring into the soldier's soul as he knelt before her.

She was upset that this was her greeting party, she expected someone other than the grunts on the ship to welcome her aboard. She could have understood if Nyiss herself hadn't welcomed her, but still, it bugged her, not enough to break through to show on her outwardly though as she moved past the soldiers before each one had gone back up on two feet to follow her out of the hangar, the shuttle fading back into the darkness of space as she walked.

"I trust that my quarters are in order?" She asked, not turning her gaze from her direct front as she moved. Her long maroon robe shifted with each step the woman took, gloved hands folded into each other in a relaxed state.

"Of course, Lady Lansha. Your quarters are located in the Sith sector, right where the two other lords reside as well as the lower Sith." The guard replied, following Vivithe through the hallway and towards her quarters. She nodded as the soldier spoke, it would be an interesting experience. Perhaps Nyiss had something in mind when she decided to group all the Sith right together. Enough snakes in one nest will turn on each other eventually.

"Thank you for telling me as well as the escort." She said, she already knew where she was going, but it never hurt to fake some caring and kindness. Then rose a hand to lower her hood, which revealed her face to the soldiers around her. She entered the lift which she had headed for from the elevator and stepped inside. As the doors closed she smiled at the soldier who had escorted her. She had work to do.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Ignore that post in the characters tab. 5 hours of sleep doesn't help me to think sometimes. >.>

Moved the accepted sheet to me original post there.

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

Name: Troy Rose

Age: 29

Companion: Maria Rose

Physical Description:

Troy in his outfit

A reasonably tall man of 6'3, Troy has green eyes that tend to wander, always watching the people he is in the room with. His frame is in shape and athletic from almost daily workouts. The smell of expensive cologne follows him.

Personality: Troy tends to act very snobby, born rich, raised rich and still rich, he has no qualms acting like he is. But he's usually cool, a charismatic man with a Hollywood smile. He is a huge party animal, he tends to enjoy drinking a little too much, flirts with women that aren't his wife and has a coke problem which he blows off as nothing more than an occasional habit he has under control. He still cares about his wife, but their marriage has been on the ropes for the last couple months, in large part due to his tendency to get party too hard and not appear at home until the early morning.

History:
Troy was born into an upper class family, one of three children, all boys that his parents had. He was given a fine education, an expensive education in a private school. He was near the upper echelon of the social circles in his school days, a talented athlete as well as a great student. He ended up getting into prestigious Columbia University, which is where he met his eventual wife Maria. He fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her.

Troy ended up getting his degree and becoming a criminal defense lawyer, he then married Maria and his current life started up. A hotshot lawyer even right out of college, Troy has a reputation for his skill in his field and has made a great amount of cash off of it. When he arrived in his office he found the invitation right on his desk. Initially suspicious about the invite, he dismissed those and when he came home for the day his wife went through his jacket and found the letter. She asked him about it and he said that it was supposed to be a surprise he was going to give her.

Connections with Other Characters:
- Husband of Maria Rose

Other: N/A

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Name: Maria Rose

Age: 28

Companion: Troy Rose

Physical Description:

Maria in her outfit

A brunette of average height, 5'6, Maria has a striking appearance, she always tries her best to elevate that even further. Like her husband she works out almost daily, her body showing it. Her brown eyes are her most notable feature, and during the ball they will be mostly watching her husband.

Personality:
Maria isn't as much of a snob as he husband, but still isn't the nicest person. Her anger at her husband's recent antics and their unfolding marriage have made her into an almost ice queen, though she always tries to put on a face of kindness, a fake one though. She still hopes to resurrect her marriage but it's not looking too great. Internally she is about to break down.

History:
Maria, unlike her husband was born into a middle class family, an only child of two hard working parents. She focused on her schoolwork throughout her childhood, it paid off as she ended up being the valedictorian of her high school class, which paved the way for her to attend Columbia University where she met Troy. He was smitten with her right away, she wasn't exactly, but he managed to convince her to go on a date with him, which she did. After graduation she married Troy and become a psychologist.

Their marriage for the first several years was something beautiful, the two still in as love with each other as they were during college. But recently her husband started to go off the deep end with his partying, shes suspected that he had been cheating on her and that he developed a drug addiction. She found the invitation in his jacket and confronted him about it, her husband intending to go, now she only allowing him to go if she came along and kept her eye on him.

Connections with Other Characters:
- Wife of Troy Rose

Other: N/A

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

Name: Troy Rose

Age: 29

Companion: Maria Rose

Physical Description:

Troy in his outfit

A reasonably tall man of 6'3, Troy has green eyes that tend to wander, always watching the people he is in the room with. His frame is in shape and athletic from almost daily workouts. The smell of expensive cologne follows him.

Personality: Troy tends to act very snobby, born rich, raised rich and still rich, he has no qualms acting like he is. But he's usually cool, a charismatic man with a Hollywood smile. He is a huge party animal, he tends to enjoy drinking a little too much, flirts with women that aren't his wife and has a coke problem which he blows off as nothing more than an occasional habit he has under control. He still cares about his wife, but their marriage has been on the ropes for the last couple months, in large part due to his tendency to get party too hard and not appear at home until the early morning.

History:
Troy was born into an upper class family, one of three children, all boys that his parents had. He was given a fine education, an expensive education in a private school. He was near the upper echelon of the social circles in his school days, a talented athlete as well as a great student. He ended up getting into prestigious Columbia University, which is where he met his eventual wife Maria. He fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her.

Troy ended up getting his degree and becoming a criminal defense lawyer, he then married Maria and his current life started up. A hotshot lawyer even right out of college, Troy has a reputation for his skill in his field and has made a great amount of cash off of it. When he arrived in his office he found the invitation right on his desk. Initially suspicious about the invite, he dismissed those and when he came home for the day his wife went through his jacket and found the letter. She asked him about it and he said that it was supposed to be a surprise he was going to give her.

Connections with Other Characters:
- Husband of Maria Rose

Other: N/A

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Name: Maria Rose

Age: 28

Companion: Troy Rose

Physical Description:

Maria in her outfit

A brunette of average height, 5'6, Maria has a striking appearance, she always tries her best to elevate that even further. Like her husband she works out almost daily, her body showing it. Her brown eyes are her most notable feature, and during the ball they will be mostly watching her husband.

Personality:
Maria isn't as much of a snob as he husband, but still isn't the nicest person. Her anger at her husband's recent antics and their unfolding marriage have made her into an almost ice queen, though she always tries to put on a face of kindness, a fake one though. She still hopes to resurrect her marriage but it's not looking too great. Internally she is about to break down.

History:
Maria, unlike her husband was born into a middle class family, an only child of two hard working parents. She focused on her schoolwork throughout her childhood, it paid off as she ended up being the valedictorian of her high school class, which paved the way for her to attend Columbia University where she met Troy. He was smitten with her right away, she wasn't exactly, but he managed to convince her to go on a date with him, which she did. After graduation she married Troy and become a psychologist.

Their marriage for the first several years was something beautiful, the two still in as love with each other as they were during college. But recently her husband started to go off the deep end with his partying, shes suspected that he had been cheating on her and that he developed a drug addiction. She found the invitation in his jacket and confronted him about it, her husband intending to go, now she only allowing him to go if she came along and kept her eye on him.

Connections with Other Characters:
- Wife of Troy Rose

Other: N/A

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Vivithe Lansha

Name: Vivithe Lansha
Species: Human-Sith hybrid. 90% Human, 10% Red Sith.
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Sith Lord

Appearance:

Vivithe

A woman of average height (5’5), she shows no physical signs of her Sith heritage, outwardly she is entirely human. Vivithe wears a more form fitting version of the typical Sith garb, over it she wears a cloak of a dark maroon color. Her curved hilt lightsaber sits on her belt when not in use.

Notable Characteristics of Species:
N/A

Flaws:
- Direct combat is not her forte, her main lightsaber form, Makashi, is not a form to be used while fighting waves of opponents. She’s skilled enough to hold her in a one on one battle, but a straight fight is always her absolute last option.
- She’s not very strong physically, Vivithe is not a physically built woman, she’ll get pushed around and tossed all over in a fight.
- She’s spineless, if she knows she is outmatched or her life is on the line then she’ll make a hasty retreat. If she can escape with her head still on her shoulders then she’ll put that over everything else.
- A compulsive liar (which she is good at), overconfident and extremely paranoid. She’ll get others to trust her, but not the other way around.
- Plays people like pieces on a chessboard, everyone has a calculated everchanging value. Not at all afraid to knock over some of the pieces if they outlive their usage.

Skills:
- Vivithe is a very talented tactician and planner. Both on the actual battlefield and off of it.
- Knows the lightsaber forms Makashi and Shien.
- She is extremely charismatic, utterly ruthless, convincingly deceitful and occasionally seductive. Also a solid actor when the situation calls for it, sometimes playing the quivering victim to gain an advantage.
- Quite skilled in the ways of the Force.


Force capabilities:
Basic Sith powers
Force Cloak
Force lightning
Drain Knowledge
Comprehend Speech
Telekinetic Whirlwind
Force Slow


Biography:
Vivithe was born to a very wealthy family, at a very early age her Force sensitivity was discovered by a Sith who was on her homeworld. She was sent to the Dromund Kaas academy and her new life began. It was a huge change for her, going from a life of luxury to one where she was punished for every mistake and expected to absorb every bit of information that she was fed. A smart girl even from a tender age, Vivithe did exactly what she needed to, her brain her greatest asset against the bigger kids in the Academy. When an Academy was established on the retaken Sith homeworld of Korriban she was brought there along with many of the others. Though very nervous about moving to a different world, especially one steeped in as much mystique as Korriban, Vivithe was also excited for a new challenge.

She showcased a natural talent with the Force while on Korriban, which earned her some notoriety from some of her fellow students. After a messy encounter with three of them that left her with a black eye and bloody nose Vivithe decided to be much more secretive about her abilities. A frail girl even at a young age she couldn’t beat the others in a fist fight and tried to avoid physical conflict the best she could while at the Korriban Academy. After eight years on the Academy she was chosen as an apprentice for a Sith, who brought her into war. While she wasn’t suited on the frontline as she figured out after taking a blaster bolt to the knee, she showcased a natural ability off the frontlines and when commanding soldiers. When allowed to give her input before a battle she offered tactical advice, where certain shoulders should have gone, where to set traps, where to create chokepoints and more.

At the age of twenty two her master died on the battlefield, struck down by a single Jedi. An enraged Vivithe drew her weapon and fought the man. She managed to gain the upperhand on the Jedi before bringing him to his knees with a powerful bolt of Force Lightning, then with the man’s eyes staring up at her in hopes of mercy she drove her lightsaber through his chest, taking his life, a smile on her face as she did it. She was withdrawn from the frontlines after that battle, fear the emotion in her as she wondered why, the young Vivithe was terrified that she had failed by letting her master die and was going to be punished for it. She was wrong, instead she was reassigned to serve within the Sphere of Military Strategy within the Empire.

Vivithe was delighted at the prospect of leaving the frontlines behind, she was never a fighter, if she had kept getting thrown right into battle alongside the soldiers and battle hardened Sith then she most certainly would have died. Her new position amongst the Sphere gave her an opportunity to impress even further. It also being where she cultivated her more immoral personality, embarrassing her fellow new arrivals to the Sphere with her knowledge as well as her tendency to exploit any little mistake they made in their plans. Her first true example of her tactical talent was during the Battle of Ziost in which Republic Fleets stationed in orbit of the planet engaged the Sith Forces. After thirty days of combat, in which Vivithe contributed several ideas and tactics, the Empire won.

The next battle she had a hand in, the Reconquest of Ord Radama was a far more bloodier affair, though the Empire won there were heavy casualties on both sides. This did not affect her planning, people died in war, it was expected, but she did commit two mistakes in her planning. A rare example of failure from the talented woman, she did not take it easily, as several of her superiors voiced their disappointment to her for it, they knowing she could have done better. Vivithe was also notably involved with the battle involving Darth Nyiss in which she deployed biochemical weaponry to defeat the Republic forces. Vivithe was fascinated by the idea, at first taken back by the brutality of it, including how a percentage of the Imperial forces were hit as well. But then she was impressed by it, it had brought victory to their side, which mattered most in the long run.

During the last seven years of Minos Cluster Campaign is when she ushered her plans to become a more powerful Sith, not satisfied with being revered as just a skilled strategist. While contributing to the Campaign she took the opportunity to remove several of her opponents that blocked her ascent. Public embarrassment and the planting of crimes on her unlucky targets her favorite tactics. She coupled this with making friends in the right places, sometimes through blackmail, by within a year and half of the Sacking she had all of her pieces in the right spots, a following of people and a strong reputation. Her success within the Empire had earned her the loyalty and respect of many important people within the Imperial navy and army, though she has her fair share of people that are not happy with her tendency to throw away lives that aren't hers in pursuit of victory.

She ascended to Sith Lord status, a feeling of genuine happiness within her. Vivithe had proven herself to everyone but herself as she was still not satisfied, she would only have to get even better in order to avoid an unwanted fate as being a Sith Lord also painted a target on her back. A confident smile was on her face when she got onboard the Kaggath.

Personality and/or Motivation:
Vivithe Lansha, or Lady Lansha as she requests those below her refer to her as is a manipulative, dishonest woman, one never afraid to toss someone under the bus if it meant she got what she wanted. She’s extremely patient, especially for a Sith and always prefers to fight her battles outside of the battlefield, like she is playing a constant game of holochess. While not motivated by a want to feel superior, Lady Lansha expects respect from her subordinates. She’ll treat people she wants to control like her best friend, or her lover, constant disarming smiles accompanied by laughter, promises that make you want to wait on her every breath. While normally in control of her emotions, like every other Sith she will show moments of intense emotion, often the (few) times her plans go wrong, while in these bouts she tends to destroy everything and everyone around her. She rarely allows people second, and even more rarely third chances if they fail her. Several soldiers and officers under her command have been unceremoniously executed for failure which completely rested in their hands. She does respect honesty among her subordinates, though she herself isn’t exactly honest.


Player’s long term goals:
Onboard the ship her primary goal is to please or supplement Nyiss. She’s willing to step all over whoever she needs to in order to accomplish this. On the way to that she would like to acquire one or two apprentices, hopefully ones that come from turned Jedi aboard the Kaggath. The Sith that she could have as her apprentice are too untrustworthy, recently turned Jedi can be molded much better. Ultimately she wants to amass a following, people loyal to her that follow every sentence she speaks. Whether that involves her trying to take over the galaxy or just a planet or two she has not decided yet.

Relations:
Zanna - Met her once years ago when Zanna was with her master. Curious to meet her again.

Darth Nyiss - She's a woman that Vivithe admires greatly. While she has not yet to meet her personally, she has heard much about her.

Music Appreciation Thread

@Exit I'd give it a 7/10. I like the woman's voice, she can sing, reminds me of Lauryn Hill. Though I'm not a huge fan of the effect they put on her voice in parts of the song, makes it sound robotic. But, it's catchy.

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

I'm interested if there's still room for me.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~| 21:20-21:25 GST |~
~| Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Arena Area: Sish, Jakali, & Jayda |~

Sish grinned as he dropped Jayda. He turned around and started walking towards Jakali. His lightsaber out and ready. “Respect, I find, is something that has to be beaten in. Wouldn’t you agree?” Half way to Jakali Sish used Force speed, becoming a black and green armored blur. Once he was upon the apprentice, he slammed a hammer blow towards Jakali’s head.

Jakali let out a deep scream as soon as he noticed the reptilian turn into a blur through Force, he too used the Force, amplifying his intense outburst as noise emitted from his mouth, if he has put just enough power behind it then he would have been able to stun the Sith lord enough to get on evener ground. He could feel his own body shake as well as the air around him as he screamed, his finger inadvertently pressing the button on his own weapon, the blade once again blasting out. He moved it in front of him in a defensive maneuver.

Sish didn’t pause in his advance, wincing as the scream clawed at his ears. The familiar disorientation settled in, Force Bellow being a favored tactic of Jedi. Especially Ithorians. His grin didn’t shift, however, as his blade slammed against the apprentice’s, sliding the human backward. Giving the human no time to capitalize on his disorientation, Sish used his strength and force enhanced speed to whip another slice at jakali’s left side this time.

Jakali managed to block the blow, he was still not in a good position. The brute was a far superior fighter to him, though he absolutely hated to admit it. He wouldn’t be able to beat him with his own lightsaber skills, he’d need to think outside of the box, or in this case the room they were in, where there were ferocious creatures locked up right outside of. He just needed to get there. Instead of going for an attack he used the Force to blast himself into the air, aiming right for the doorway, which was open. As he landed he used the Force to sprint out as fast as he could move.

Sish snarled in fury as Jakali ran from him. “Brave words for a coward!” He roared, following the indistinct form of the apprentice. The disorientation kept him from focusing enough to use the force to slam Jakali back to him, but he could feel control slowly beginning to return. He was almost on top of Jakali as he began using his own force to sprint away, towards the animal cages. Sish flung out a blast of force lightning in Jakali’s direction.

Jakali swung his lightsaber behind him as he sensed the lightning, he couldn’t slow down, that would only end badly. He needed a plan to get away from the brute, as he continued running, sprinting the more fitting title. If what that monstrosity did to Jayda was bad enough, he couldn’t, or didn’t want to imagine what it would do to him. He rounded a corner and spotted the elevator, with all of his remaining energy the tired Sith used the Force to push himself forward, bounding towards the elevator, he practically dove for the elevator, his hands reaching for the doorway, one of his hands seeking the button to close the door as he yanked himself inside.

Sish made another sound, more animalistic than sentient at this point, as Jakali blocked his lightning. He drew on the force to keep enhance his speed once more. If he couldn’t knock the human to the ground, would run him down. He practically ran over the human as he dove into the door, unable to stop his head long charge and not really thinking that he should. He grinned an insane, bloodthirsty, grin as he used the force to press the button to close the door, cracking the device. His lightsaber flashed down to impale Jakali.

Jakali had his own lightsaber on as the reptilian entered. He was hit like a rock and was on the ground, the reptilian above him. The lightsaber came down, Jakali’s own out of hand, he tossed himself to the side, the weapon hitting his cape and cutting right through it, like paper. Then Jakali launched forward, his robotic arm going upwards towards Sish’s face while he tried to press Sish’s arm carrying his weapon against the wall. He viciously dug his robotic fingers into Sish’s face, going right for the remaining organic eye.

Sish reacted purely out of instinct rather than intelligence, snapping his jaws open to accept the hand and biting down as hard as he could. Pain flooded through his body as he felt more than one tooth crack and break on the metal arm. His free hand immediately went to said arm, claws digging into it.

But the pain also brought some form of clarity. Sish ignored the metallic taste and grasping fingers of the hand, his other arm instinctively pushing against Jakali and winning. Doubtless the apprentice would notice that while Sish wasn’t moving his arm forward, neither was his arm being driven backwards. With a casual flick of his wrist, Sish brought his lightsaber up towards Jakali’s unprotected body.

Jakali felt no pain as his robotic arm was decimated, it was replaceable, if he managed to escape the terrible situation then he could get another. He desperately fell downwards and to his side as he felt the lightsaber singe into him. As he went down he saw his lightsaber, through the pain he reached out with his organic hand and pulled it towards him, feeling a strange sensation downwards as he realized he had lost another limb, his leg. As soon as he could get his hand on his weapon he ignited it and swung downwards towards the reptilian’s uncovered feet, an all too familiar sensation hitting the already amputee Sith.

Sish tried to grin through the robot hand in his mouth, no doubt failing. As he saw the human reaching for his lightsaber, Sish checked his forward momentum started when the human let go of his arm and it sliced through Jakali’s leg. It was a simple matter to swing his lightsaber quickly down to block the blade, and then slice it up to cut through Jakali’s wrist and chest. Sish dropped the lifeless corpse, spitting out more than a few teeth with the robot hand. Blood mixed with saliva dripped down his chin and he absentmindedly wiped it away, reaching down to pick up Jakali’s lightsaber and clip it onto his belt.

He walked back into the arena looking to see Jayda where he had left her, lightsaber in her hand. “Get up and follow me.” He took a few more steps before pausing as he realized she was hesitating. “Do not make me get you.” His voice was filled with quiet, menacing, warning.

She followed, at safe distance, and they left.