Jericho
Tenebris In Lucem
After much personal debate with himself he took on board the plan to head to the duelling pits up the bourgeoisie quarter of the city. He hoped it would satisfy his restlessness as well as grant him the opportunity to train and remain in a fit state to fight. He flexed his muscles as a sense of eagerness pulsed within him and he began to wonder if he could attract any attention that day from someone of either gender. He smirked boldly to himself; perhaps this would be his lucky night. He gathered up his weapons and headed off at a light jog.
Jericho soon enough arrived at the dueling pits and waltzed forward, a spear slung over his shoulder. He has his usual calm aura about him as he simply entered one of the marked rings and gawking monster of a mandalorian pointed at him. “You, fight me now. Show me what ya got!” His voice boomed in a playful manner. He wasn’t exactly treating Jericho seriously, a mistake on the man's part. Jericho stood up straight showing his 6'5 height and large frame that was equal to that of the large mandalorian man.
He slowly removed his robes and let them drop to his feel revealing his heavy and thick armor. “You know the rules no body armor! Or are you not man enough to take me on, man to man?!” The large man shouted at him. Jericho nodded without a word and slowly took of his body armor and let it drop, as it hit the ground let out a loud, THUMP! Revealing just how heavy his armor was. It had been some since he has removed his armor; it almost felt strange to feel light. Light being he still weighted about 220 pounds. He then dug his spear into the ground, fiercely.
He rubbed his wrists then lightly adjusted the mask on his face. He got into his stance slowly, ready to fight the mandalorian man at hand to hand combat. The other man let out a mighty roar and smashed his fist into his chest used to try to intimidate Jericho then charged at him. Jericho took in a deep breath and with a quick exhale duck down and punched the man square in the chest with full force. The other man let out a breath of pain and the dropped down face first to the ground.
The first match ended swiftly, as did the following three. The towering man paced along the edge of the ring, fists stained with blood; none of it his own. He had decided against using a spear or longsword, it seemed unfair and he was correct. None of the men there had put up a decent fight. Jericho shook his head and put on his armor once more as well as his jedi robe; again he lightly adjusted his mask on his face. He strapped on his sabers on his belt tightly and began to walk away.
After dueling in the pits of the undercity on the mandalorian controlled planet a message was sent to him before he could even leave.
"Master Jedi, you have caught the eye and been summoned by [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]. You are to come to these coordinates, she will not take no for an answer. Do find something nice to wear"
For years he has fought bandits, mandlorians, mercenaries, and sith. He has trained his body night and day to its physical peak using the echani martial arts, trained in every saber form known to a jedis, and the art of stealth. He has dealt with being tortured to the highest degree for information. He has faced off with monsters and beast in the wilds kaskyyk and naboo. Nothing would prepare him for this.
He opened the doors to an estate, the place itself was bigger than anywhere he has been for mere leisure. A man showed him around and led him to a dining hall where a small table was dressed for a formal dinner. He walked to a chair that was apparently his seat. He wore his white jedi robe as those were the only one without holes and shears from battle and still with his armor on. “The lady will be down shortly.” The man stated to him then looked at Jericho down and up. “Mask? Really? I hope you have dinner skills or else this will be short.”
Jericho soon enough arrived at the dueling pits and waltzed forward, a spear slung over his shoulder. He has his usual calm aura about him as he simply entered one of the marked rings and gawking monster of a mandalorian pointed at him. “You, fight me now. Show me what ya got!” His voice boomed in a playful manner. He wasn’t exactly treating Jericho seriously, a mistake on the man's part. Jericho stood up straight showing his 6'5 height and large frame that was equal to that of the large mandalorian man.
He slowly removed his robes and let them drop to his feel revealing his heavy and thick armor. “You know the rules no body armor! Or are you not man enough to take me on, man to man?!” The large man shouted at him. Jericho nodded without a word and slowly took of his body armor and let it drop, as it hit the ground let out a loud, THUMP! Revealing just how heavy his armor was. It had been some since he has removed his armor; it almost felt strange to feel light. Light being he still weighted about 220 pounds. He then dug his spear into the ground, fiercely.
He rubbed his wrists then lightly adjusted the mask on his face. He got into his stance slowly, ready to fight the mandalorian man at hand to hand combat. The other man let out a mighty roar and smashed his fist into his chest used to try to intimidate Jericho then charged at him. Jericho took in a deep breath and with a quick exhale duck down and punched the man square in the chest with full force. The other man let out a breath of pain and the dropped down face first to the ground.
The first match ended swiftly, as did the following three. The towering man paced along the edge of the ring, fists stained with blood; none of it his own. He had decided against using a spear or longsword, it seemed unfair and he was correct. None of the men there had put up a decent fight. Jericho shook his head and put on his armor once more as well as his jedi robe; again he lightly adjusted his mask on his face. He strapped on his sabers on his belt tightly and began to walk away.
After dueling in the pits of the undercity on the mandalorian controlled planet a message was sent to him before he could even leave.
"Master Jedi, you have caught the eye and been summoned by [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]. You are to come to these coordinates, she will not take no for an answer. Do find something nice to wear"
For years he has fought bandits, mandlorians, mercenaries, and sith. He has trained his body night and day to its physical peak using the echani martial arts, trained in every saber form known to a jedis, and the art of stealth. He has dealt with being tortured to the highest degree for information. He has faced off with monsters and beast in the wilds kaskyyk and naboo. Nothing would prepare him for this.
He opened the doors to an estate, the place itself was bigger than anywhere he has been for mere leisure. A man showed him around and led him to a dining hall where a small table was dressed for a formal dinner. He walked to a chair that was apparently his seat. He wore his white jedi robe as those were the only one without holes and shears from battle and still with his armor on. “The lady will be down shortly.” The man stated to him then looked at Jericho down and up. “Mask? Really? I hope you have dinner skills or else this will be short.”