Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 29, 2015 2:20:14 GMT -8
Yeah Im the match creator deal with it  Kel Sentriss (Due to the fact that I chose the arena you can have first post) Lets use everything stated on the profiles, and as for scenarios lets go with one of the special scenarios, doesnt matter which to me. 7. Abeloth's Planet. Ruin of the Ancients
A planet situated in the Maw, this place once housed a Darkside entity of fearsome power. Though she is no longer here her presence had twisted the planet so much that a miasma of evil lurks here still. This isn't the kind of evil that would empower a Sith or other Darksider but a corrupt rot that stains everything around them, making use of the Force distasteful though relatively easy and ample. While no increase or decrease in the power available is evident or duelists may find that grasping their power is quicker to achieve and that they tire less when applying their skills.
The planet itself is shrouded in jungles with strangely coloured vines that seethe and undulate hungrily. The plant-life is dangerous here and will attack anyone that comes into range of their tendrils. Even the water will try to kill of corrupt in this unholy place so caution is needed at all times to merely survive.
Or two fighter find themselves facing off in the Ancient Ruins on the planet. Crumbling rock structures are situated around them, crumbling walls that portray strange runes that depicts tentacled creatures or vines, its difficult to make out. Rubble is strewn about and off to the side rests the Font of Power, a nexus of dark side Force energy. Tainted by the dark side of the Force and the presence of the Darkide Entity, it was said to offer limitless power though at what price is anyone's guess.
The plants writhe and twists viciously around the edges of the ruins as if thirsting after the blood of those who trespass upon their world. There is an overwhelming sense that they are not welcome here and a rumble shakes the ground, thunder in clear skies...
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Aug 15, 2015 17:47:48 GMT -8
Corrupted plant life twisted in the distance as Kel cleared the dense foliage into the large opening that led to the Ruin of the Ancients. This was a corrupted world, one of death, and although he knew little of the various powers that rested here, Kel knew this was a place where one could achieve a sort of godhood.
With a wistful smirk, he recalled the time he'd killed a god, and he casually drew his sword from its scabbard on its back as he let the smooth *shing* ring to the trees and back. There was to be a duel here, and he'd not danced in far too long.
Cracking his neck to either side, he took a mental stock of his equipment. His right arm was encased as usual in a modified Mandalorian crushgauntlet that went to the elbow, hefting his Sith sword with its blade long enough to reach the ground when held at waist height. A pair of knives rested comfortably in their usual spots on his thigh and in the small of his back. A thin bracelet on his left wrist could quickly be unspooled into a few feet of garrote wire, though he rarely found use for that in a situation where he didn't have the drop on his opponent. His wrist-blade also waited on his left hand, a flick of the rest ready to plunge it into a waiting neck or abdoment. Lastly, a standard-issue DL-44 blaster rested on his left hip.
He approached a central clearing and rested the tip of his blade on the ground, either hand set atop the hilt to assume a waiting position. Head bowed, he let the twisted nexus ot he dark side permeate him as he contemplated the match set to begin. He waited.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 18, 2015 17:23:37 GMT -8
He could not remember how long ago he had come to this planet. All Xeonon could remember was that he was here for a reason. To hunt down the one before him. Maybe after Kel was dead his mind would clear.
Coming out of the jungle he flicked his head to the right as a vine the size of his forearm shot out to entangle him. Walking into the clearing calmly he rubbed his thighs in anticipation before whistling shrilly to his opponent. Its time Dressed from head to toe in red his outfit he thanked the gods for Panno. Although he missed the days of wearing his Imperial Knight armour this was a close second. Despite this he kept a momento from his time as the head of the Imperial Knights. The gauntlets. On both hands he wore the gauntlets that extended to just before either elbow, the left one having the symbol of an Empire that was no more. Inside his right breast pocket was his personal lightsaber, while on his left hip sat his enforcer pistol. Strapped to his back was his blaster carbine.
Almost as if to set a scene for people watching thunder booms and the ground shakes. A god may have once sat in these ruins and a god did not want them here right now. Almost of a mind of their own the plants began to writhe faster, their leaves rubbing together making an odd sound. It was almost as if the plants were talking to one another. They could sense that they would be fed. Soon.
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Post by Kel Sentriss on Aug 25, 2015 7:58:52 GMT -8
Kel felt a ripple in the Force as his opponent, Xeonon, entered the plaza with as much to do with the local fauna as he himself had dealt with. Kel stood unmoving as his opponent took his position perhaps some dozen meters away, and the Sith took a moment to size up his opponent. Armor beneath robes, more so than he had on beneath his greatcoat. A blaster at his hip, not unlike Kel's. Gauntlets on either arm. Force-sensitive. His right eye began to cycle through the infrared and ultraviolet cycles, and an astute observer would probably be able to deduce the eye's cybernetic nature based on the change in iris color that correlated with a small facial twitch each time. Aside from the rather obvious carbine strapped across his back, a heat source was present on the knight's breast that was too close to a lightsaber in shape to be anything but. As his vision cycled back to the normal spectrum, a quick ocular patdown revealed several ruffles and bulges on the man's armor that could be additional pieces of equipment. If the man packed a veritable arsenal of gadgetry like Kel's past opponent Adiemus Matango, he would be ready for them.
He didn't speak, didn't see the need to. Taking his sword in his right hand, he began to stalk forward, closing the distance. As he drew to within a handful of meters, his eyes caught shattered pillar to his left and with a sweep of his hand he compelled a boulder the size of a man's torso to speed toward his opponent, his sword hand ready to deliver a killing blow straightaway should he close in.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Sept 11, 2015 10:06:27 GMT -8
In ages past Xeonon would have used much the same technique and knew it well, however he no longer had cybernetic eyes having had real ones transplanted back in. He knew there was nothing he could hide from Kels eye. Walking he kept his own counsel finding that the art of witty banter was lost in recent times. He remembered fondly when they would duel with both body and mind.
Sensing the force flow out from his opponents limbs he threw himself back just as the pillar rushed past him, he could feel the wind as it whistled by. Rolling he came up with his lightsaber in his left hand. Thumbing the activator the silver blade extended from the hilt, unlike most blades though his had a slight curve to it much like the Jedi Katanas. Back on his feet he flourished it even as he approached his opponent. He brought the blade over his head, left arm crossing his body and slashed from right to left hoping to shim Kel from shoulder to hip.
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