Come and be welcome oh wandering minstrel,
Spreading your music from city to town
Be you harper or piper, your duty is noble
You carry the tunes that will never die down.
NAME: Sierce Alderech
Alias: The Reaper’s Muse
Maestro of Chaos
FACTION: The Dominoes
RANK: Bard
SPECIES: Arkanian-Sephi Hybrid
AGE: 24
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: 183 lbs
EYES: Grey
HAIR: White
SKIN: White
VOICE SAMPLE: Euan Morton - Renfield
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes
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Let them dance to my tune
Hear them speak the words I say
STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:+ Jack of all Trades; A fast study with quick fingers, any instrument Sierce can’t play is one he hasn’t seen yet. The same goes for a lightsaber. He’s had little formal training, but with that speedy brain and quick reflexes, have him quickly climbing ranks as an accomplished duelist.
+ I Survive by My Wits; Arkanians have natural increased intelligence. Raised by parents who would have nothing less than a prodigy, Sierce was raised to the same standard. His intellect is more observational than useless facts, preluding to how he’s developed proficiency in some lightsaber combat forms with comparatively little practice.
+/- Working With Style; Able to see bits and pieces of the infrared spectrum, Sierce juggles this little bit of extra vision for having heat-sensitive eyes. This is balanced out by a pair of blinders that make his trademark.
+/- Pitch Perfect; Able to recreate any note without a reference tone, Sierce’s absolute pitch makes him a quick to jump into an impromptu playing, yet leaves him with little patience for any lesser players.
+/- I’ve Become So Numb; Through experimentation dealt to him as a child, Sierce has lost all pain receptors. Pain won’t be an inhibitor on his actions, but with that comes the inability to gauge the severity of his own injuries.
- Waiting to be Broken; Years of overpractice, some accidental, most not, has been far from kind to Sierce’s wrists. If not for his lack of pain, his career would’ve ended long ago, and still very well could. The threat of carpal tunnel is a real one.
- Master of None; Despite all his many talents, or maybe because of them, Sierce has little purpose other than to play and sell his other talents to the highest bidder. This lack of direction also shows through in his combat, with him constantly switching styles, going from presto to adagio.
- Countersong; Having little interest in anything other than the interests of his employers or his own, he’s quick to dismiss. This oft’ leaves a bad taste in the mouths of those snuffed by his demeanor. Unfortunately, Sierce doesn’t possess the insight as to when he should hold his comments at bay.
APPEARANCE:
Tall and lanky, Sierce’s form isn’t one that exactly exudes physical strength. He makes up for this in speed, being a flash of white on the sidelines of battle. When he does attack, it’s in a flurry of blows with a quick drawback. Often dressed in black or white, his clothing is of the style of typical performance wear, made of a sturdier material than the typical silks. With his typical wear comes a set of Arkanian Blinders, meant to protect his sensitive eyes from the heat, though he’s grown attached enough to them that he just wears them whenever. Skin pale, hair white, eyes a light grey, he really is just a flash of white. Sierce moves with a sort of grace that prays tale to a dance with each step, moving in short bursts of speed, sometimes with a little spin.
Let me tell you what I wish I'd known
When I was young and dreamed of glory
You have no control
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
BIOGRAPHY:An unfortunate hybrid, Sierce’s childhood was doomed from the start. Since before his bow took to the string, there was little margin for error for the poor child, a margin he unfortunately crossed many times over in his early life. Raised in the home of his biological Arkanian parent, it wasn’t long before the hype surrounding gene modification would turn Sierce into its lab rat. Between rigorous practices and grueling experimentation, the nerves of his hands protested until their screams could be heard no more. They, followed by his other pain receptors, would find themselves an early grave, leaving the hybrid youth to continue his rigorous schedule with little knowledge of the dangers over-practicing could present.
When it became apparent that Sierce was force sensitive, it became just another thing for his parents to capitalize on. By then, however, his personality had developed enough for him to know just what he wanted in life; his own liberation. Gathering what he owned, giving the parents the boot, he set out to the galaxy, fighting through hardships to the stars. Ad astra per aspera.
And when my time is up
Have I done enough?
Will they tell my story?
PERSONALITY:
Sierce is one who lives in the moment, at least outwardly. He wears charisma like armor, confidence his chain mail, perfectionism his Achilles heel. One can't exactly blame him, coming from a home where failure was not an option, but that urge to do well as since warped into insecurity and at times downright manic behavior.
He plays the role of a bard, both performer and storyteller, with such eloquence the two are seldom told from one another. There is, however, that always conflicting point of who gets the attention. As a performer, he longs for the spotlight, the fame, the glory. As a storyteller, he's acknowledged that his place is to tell the tales paved by others, making them sound better than they actually were. The war between the two aspects become all to real with the question of what will happen when he's gone. Who will tell his story?
SHIP:
N/A
- Basic, light armor
- Performance Wear
- Violinhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/109587-canticum-irae/
- Violin Bowhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/109452-bladed-bow/
- Lightsaber - Blue blade, standard hilt
Dies irae. Dies illa.
Solvet saeclum in favilla teste David cum Sybilla.
Dies irae.
ABILITIES:Lightsaber Combat (Shii-Cho) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Lightsaber Combat (Makashi) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Performance (Violin) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Performance (Other strings) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Performance (Vocal) (Horrible - Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Basic Force Abilities (Push/pull, etc.) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Basic Force Abilities (Stealth/manipulation) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
Basic Force Abilities (Healing) (Untrained - Apprentice - Proficient - Master)
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