Bathory, Faust

[Faust Bathory]

Well here we go, i do apologise i may have got a bit carried away in history and the RP post. If any changes to be made, i'll happily do them =]

Character's Name




:: Know My Name ::

Full Name: Faust Axel Bathory
Alias(es): Faust
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Race: Corellian
Home planet: Corellia
Faction: Separatists
Occupation: Dark Jedi Assassin

:: Know My Face ::

Eye color: Black
Hair color/style: Always changing colour, usualy long though.
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 154lbs
Distinguishing features: Eyes: Missing Right side eye. Make-up, Tattoos: left hand side full sleeve, one full back piece. Scars: Scar across his right eye, several across his torso. Arm: Right arm is cybernetic. Fingers: Missing Pink and Ring finger on left hand.
General appearance: He appears youthful despite his age, free flowing long hair that covers the right hand side of his face, which in itself is heavily scarred. He’s of general height and slim, preferring speed over strength. He isn’t muscular and yet his body is near perfectly toned. He’s fond of dark clothes, but shuns robes as much as possible, he’s fond of adorning himself with rings and other forms of jewellery. Most of his upper right hand side is cybernetic due to a duel earlier in his young life that went horrible wrong, but he often uses his appearance to strike fear or contempt into his enemies.

:: Know Who I Am ::

Personality: Cold, cruel calculating, xenophobic and to be honest gives no thought or care to anything living. Which is why he joined the separatists, there droid armies appealed to him. He’s not emotionless for he loves to feed his anger, contempt, hate whenever he can. However despite all this he’s quiet and recluse, he will speak when spoken to and even then he will be blunt, truthful and downright nasty if the situation calls for it. The truth hurts sometimes he knows, but he hates wasting words. He’s a closed book, yet loyal to his leaders. He knows how to lead, and will continue a mission at whatever the cost to his unit or himself.

:: Know My Skills ::

Affiliation: Dark Jedi
Rank: General
Weapons: Duel Lightsabers, wrist blade, and wrist launcher.
Powers: Force Cloak (Master) Force Choke (Strong) Force Concealment (Average) Force Insanity (Average) Force Lightning (Average) Force Plague (Average) Everything else he is of average or below average ability, having dedicated his training to the art of stealth and killing, nothing else mattered to him at the time.

:: Know My Past ::

Birth planet: Corellia
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: None
Love(s): None get close enough.
Children: None

History: The first thing Faust remembers as a child was playing in the gutter in a back alley at the tender age of 4, finding out he could move small stones just by looking at them was of great enjoyment to the youngster, hen a large dog approached him from behind snarling. Being a curious sort Faust approached attempting to play with the dog, with near tragic consequences. The dog near took of Faust’s outstretched hand, and if it wasn’t for a passing stranger Faust would been mauled to death.

The stranger as it turned out was a visiting Jedi Master who had been sent to Corellia on a diplomatic mission, and whilst there he had felt a small but distinct disturbance in the force, which as it turned out had been Faust using the force to move the tiny stones.

The Jedi who’s name Faust cannot remember took him back to Coruscant once his mission on the planet had been completed and there Faust was presented to the Jedi Council. He began his training as a youngling with several other students, his first master was a Rodian Jedi, who’s appearance at first had scared the youngster, however as the days passed, the months flew by and gradually the years took their path the relationship between master and apprentice grew, until both knew each other better then they knew themselves.

His master’s gift to Faust on his 13th Birthday was two lightsaber crystals and a small kit which would enable Faust the construction of his first saber. It was explained he had been granted two crystals because it was rare for a youngster to create a functional saber on its first go, and he didn’t want Faust to feel dejected if he mucked up the first saber. To Faust’s own astonishment, and the general jealousy of many of his peers, he created not one, but two sabers utilising both crystals, both of a pure silver blade.

Around his 21st she arrived on the scene. Her hair was as white as snow and her skin as silky as velvet, Faust instantly found himself feeling his primal lust take control, even though he had been trained for years to overcome such feelings, he had to have her. He was of course rebuked and humiliated in front of a large group of people, instantly feeling shame, fear, anger he reached out with the force and struck the woman. She flew back and her frail body smashed into the wall killing her instantly. Amidst shouts and calls for help he ran.

He didn’t know where he was going; for Coruscant was a metropololis, but all he knew was he was scared and angry. He headed for the nearest star port in hopes he could find transport of planet, disregarding the hopes of going to his master to try and explain. He had killed through lust and want, and knew he would be banished from the Order, or worse…cut of from the force completely. He wouldn’t allow it, he needed the force.

He arrived at the star port and purchased the ride off planet, he didn’t know where he was going, for he never asked. All he knew was that he had brought passage upon a private vessel. However, before he could leave he was confronted by his master. The Rodian looked at him, and for the first time in many years the eyes started to bother Faust, the green unnatural skin, everything he had feared as a child was coming back to him, and his masters words fell upon him with deaf ears. Faust looked his master in the face and spat “you’re disgusting” was all he heard him saying before he drew his duel blades and lunged forward, to meet his masters single saber.

The blades clashed upon one another in a vicious fight which tore the star port waiting lounge asunder, one strike two strike, block, leg sweep. Everything was happening in a blur, he could hear his master shouting from him to stop, but he couldn’t hear him, with sheer determination and anger he feinted, and then lunged, piercing the Rodian through the neck. Before the aliens Body had hit the floor Faust was running again, he boarded a freighter, killed the captain and launched the ship into space.

He disappeared after that, keeping to the shadows, falling further and further into isolation, honing what powers he knew of from ancient texts dictating the dark side powers, lighting, disease, stealth, telekinetic choking. Everything he needed to do to survive he did it.

Upon his travels he came across many dark jedi, who he ventured with for a short while, mostly keeping to himself however. He learned many dark side powers on his travels from those he encountered.

Upon a vist to Myrkr he encountered the Vornskr. Never having encountered them before he wondered into their abilities...before they started hunting him. he found no matter where he went they followed, as if they were hunting him through the force. He decided then he must have these creatures and proceeded to hunt for a cub. Happy when he came upon a small litter, instead of one he took two cubs and killed the rest, and fled the planet with them biting the scratching the life out of him. He would later come into the knowledge of tail castration to lower their aggression, and use the pair several times. He named the pair Scrin and Nirox.

It was some time before he finally resurfaced, working as an assassin for hire. His mastery of force cloak enabled him to strike where and when he wished. Dissapearing and reappearing, sometimes at opposite ends of the Galaxy between each contract.

He bought his Firespray from his illgotten gains, then killed the dealer and retook his credits. He modded the interior to resemble something out of a nightmare, and the main hold was turned into a training facility, lined with cages filled with different sentient species...or as he named them, training dummies.


Faust was back in the Galaxy, and many of the Younglings he trained with were after his blood.

:: Know What I Have ::

Weapon(s): Phobus (Crimson Blade) and Deimos (Silver Blade): Duel Lightsabers, elegantly crafted in the style of rapiers, with ornate hilts and hand guards. Able to connect to form a singular double bladed saber, and disconnect to form two singular blades.
Wrist blade, for stealth killing when the saber blade would draw attention.
Wrist Launcher for the long range silent kills.
Ship(s): Firespray Patrol Craft: Necere.
Technology: Cybernetic replacements for upper right portion of torso, right side of face and right arm. Combat/Protocol Droid “Ratchet”
Other: Two Vornskr: Scrin & Nirox.

:: Know My Abilities ::

Sample RP: The duel where he lost most of his upper torso:
The icy wind whipped against Faust’s face, the chill sent shivers down his spine and his eyes squinted against the low light. He stood there, topless, arms at his side, both stroking the hilts of his silver lightsabers, looking at the group of advancing men. They had come for his blood that much he knew. For what purpose he also knew, he had killed many of the guards of the small city the previous day as they attempted to stop him stealing food and having his way with one of the local whores. The pimp had been foolish enough to interrupt and demand money from him. The fact the man had a pistol aimed at Faust’s back did nothing to make him stop in his enjoyment.

“She’s worth more then you make in a year buddy, leave her alone or pay me, or there’s the third option” The man’s grin grew, yet in his head his mind was asking questions such as why hadn’t the man turned to face him, why was he still carrying on when there was a blaster trained at his back, he was still thinking them when he felt a slightly tightness at his throat, which he stupidly shrugged of as a dry throat. “din’t you hear me….” The tightness had grown and as he looked upon the man he felt his feet leave the ground slightly, it was only then he noticed the ornate blade at the mans side.

Faust had disembowelled the man then, both sabers cutting through in an X shape, sending limbs tumbling to the ground, and when the shore screamed for help, he lunged backwards ending her life with a silver blade to the skull. It was then all hell broke loose and using the force he simply vanished, until he accidentally ran around a corner and into a guard patrol. His blades activated and cut the men down, but it was too late, more and more guards converged on his position, and he leapt to the rooftops, heading out and into the snowy plains. Where he had rested that night.

So here he was, half naked and cold, his ship was somewhere in the distance, and he knew ratchet his personal droid, would be heading his way following the implanted beacon which connected the two.

That morning Faust had felt the presence of another force user on the planet, maybe he had missed it yesterday during the fun and games, but he wasn’t mistaken now. The force presence was approaching him along with the group, so Hex waited, and finally they were here. The Jedi, Faust presumed he was one, stepped forward:

“I am Jedi Ari….what the hell” the Jedi’s saber was just up in time to block the first strike from the left, and leapt back from the uppercut from the right.

Faust’s movements were a blur, spinning, striking, lunging at the Jedi who by now had gained his footing. Faust momentarily closed his eyes and felt himself flowing through the force, he feinted left then right, and followed both up with a roundhouse kick which sent the Jedi sprawling, during the momentary respite and to act as a distraction Faust turned his attention to the band watching the two fight and hurled out a mass burst of lightning, none survived.

His attention however was gone from the Jedi for far too long. By the time he had arisen the man had stepped in and swung down, catching Faust in the face, burning along the eye, which from the heat exploded in its socket. Howling from the pain Faust attacked blindly, hacking left and right. Another precise strike from the Jedi and Faust collapsed to the ground, writhing, his right arm and part of his torso seared of, the wound didn’t bleed due to the wound being cauterised by the extreme heat.

The Jedi raised his saber and bought it down upon Faust, who mustered the strength to raise his saber once more to block the attack. The hilt shattered and pieces flew out everywhere, one soared into the Jedi Master’s neck taking him by surprise. He fell to his knees choking, attempting to concentrate enough to keep the wound healed. It would of worked if ratchet hadn’t levelled the blaster to the back of his skull and pulled the trigger.

“Well now master, I hope you survive long enough for me to drag your sorry ass back to the bacta tank.” He picked up the cut of arm and looked it over “Oh dear, we seem to have had an accident.” Though Faust never heard him, as he had already slipped into a coma like healing trance in an attempt to keep himself alive. “The things I do for you master, and I don’t even get paid.”

:: Know Beneath the Hood ::

Alias: Rob
Member Title: “Shadow Knight”
Contact Information: Rabadoo@hotmail.co.uk
The Secret Code: “'I have a bad feeling about this.”
Anything else: N/A

[Jean]

We have enough separatist generals/admirals, but i do have to point out, very very few have that many powers mastered, especially such difficult powers as those. Many of our oldest members, including myself, have a max of 1 offensive power even at strong for the most part, and one mastered, I'm sorry but I do have to ask that you place most if not all of those at a moderate level, I'll allow 1 master on either choke or cloak/concealment, and 1 strong on one of the previous mentioned, everything else I have to ask be moderate or lower.

So please make the correct changes and I'll re-examine it when I can.

[Faust Bathory]

Oops, I rather forgot the whole Strong part under master <.< I'll make a few edits, and i'll cut out of the seps, maybe head into just the Dark Jedi. Not much to change in way of history relating to the sepratists.

*edited the history and other parts*

If anythign else still needs to be changed, happily do it. =]

[Jean]

Well done, and welcome to the site. Approved.